18+, fucking on the first date, reassurance,squirting, office sex, sweet words, aftercare, Shane is pussy drunk. wc: 2.5k
Shane was never the type to go to different tattoo artists, she would always stay with the same one because she knew how they worked, but women on the other hand– she could go through 10 a day.
And today, she was going to get another tattoo because she felt bland, and going through a crisis because she hasn't had sex in a week. God she felt like she was dying, but its okay. Instead of getting pussy she will get ink in her skin.
She gets out of bed, stretching with a little groan. “Fuck I'm hungover.” she groans out as she puts her shirt on, a sleeveless black tank-top and throwing on some of her tight jeans, putting on her socks and shoes, not giving a fuck about her hair.
She looks into the mirror, wiping some sleep out of her eye and pushing her hair back. “Looks good enough” she says, putting on some deodorant and shampoo. “Mm hairs greasy.” she adds, putting some hair spray in her hair, somehow making it worse.
“FUCK!” she curses, running her hands through her hair–walking away from the mirror and going out her room, not bothering to say goodbye to anyone before walking out the door and getting into her car, driving to the tattoo shop.
But as soon as she got out of the car there was a note on the door, in fine print writing.
“CLOSED, DO NOT COME IN.”
“What the actual fucking hell?” she groans out, throwing her hands in the air, of course this was just her luck,well life's been hell for her these past few months anyways, at first it was her being an idiot and ditching her stupid wedding, than now not having sex and going through a breakdown and now she cant get a tattoo?
“Fuck you my stupid luck” she gets back in the car, slamming the door and leaning her head back against the head rest, her shirt riding up a little bit so her stomach was showing.
She puts her car in reverse and going back on the road, driving back home and getting out her car, slamming the door and not even bothering to lock the door.
“JENNYYYYYY!” she yells “where the fuck are you i have a question?” she walks into jennys room, Jenny was naked, wow wow wow okay okay, she covers her eyes.
*okay fuck! Get dressed honey please?” she groans out, turning around waiting for jenny to get dressed.
“Okayyy im dressed!” she adds on, looking up at shane. “So what do you need?”
“I.. need your computer please?” shane fidgets with her fingers, messing around with the ring on her fingers as she waits for Jenny's answer, if she said no she would genuinely kill herself
Jenny furrows her browns, looking at shane with confusion. “uhhh why do you need my computer shane?" she asks, handing her computer to shane
shane grabs the computer from her, walking off nto her room and taking her shoes and socks offf, turning her fan on and flopping down onto her bed, putting her blanket on with a sigh and opening the laptop entering "TATTOO PLACES LA AREA" into the search bar
she lets out a sigh, looking at all the locations, but there was one that caught her eye named "roses and blades tattoo shop" wow, very edgy and fittting for a tattoo shop, it didnt have alot of reviews but she looks at the ones they have, thank god they were all good.
she looks at the photo reviews, her eye widening as she scrolls threw them, trying to keep her jaw up. "holy fuck whoever does these needs the best head ever, well if shes a girl" she laughs at herself, oh fuck she laughed at herself— awakward.
"i need to go right now, fuck no wait i need to call." so she gets up, goes over to the home phone and dials in the number that was on the website.
"hey, is this uh.. okay sorry stupid question." she laughs a little, holy fuck shane get a grip you are never this awkward.
you let out a laugh at her "hey, im y/n im the owner and do most of the tattoos are you looking to come in?"
shane runs a hand through her hair, pressing the phone harder to her cheek.
"yes i am, do i have to book something? and the price range.. how much is that im kinda tight on money." she adds, running her hadn across her forehead and sitting down on the chair, opening a beer.
"well i certianly hope your not planning on coming now" you joke. "okay well booking is only for busy days, updates are usally on my website and full sleevs can range up to 60, basic tattoos are 20-40 dollars depending"
"oh shit, i shouldve came to you earlier uh, old place i went too chraged 100 a small tattoo" she laughs, stretching and letting out a sigh. "okay, are you available tomorrow? and i just want a small tattoo."
"yes ma'am come in any time you want tomorrow, we will be waiting for you what is the name?" you grab a pen and paper, getting ready to write it down.
"shane, uh shane mccutcheon ill be there by 5." she says with a slight smile, yeah yeah she was going to like you, shit maybe she will even be able to get you in her bed.
"thank you shane, look forward too seeing you tomorrow." you nod, ending the calls.
shane leans back in the chair, letting out a sigh as she puts the phone down, okay yeah shit. she really needed to shower, so she gets up and grabs some bed time clothes, going intot he bathroom and turning on the shower.
she gets undressed, taking her tanktop and jeans off, along with her underwear and stepping into the shower, the water droplets washing all the worry and stress off her body, not giving a care in the world.
but there wa sone thing on her mind.
your voice, it kept replying in her mind until fuck.
she was wet. she was aroused just by hearing your voice, god how touched starved was she? shes pathetic, the fact that she got aroused just by hearing a girls voice she hasnt even met, lovely.
she turns the shower head so it was facing the wall, sitting down into the shower, spreading her legs open and pushing her hair back with her hands, sliding her hands down her body and grabbing her breast, pinching her hard nipples.
she lets out a gasp, sliding her other hand down her body and flicking her clit, her middle and ring finger rubbing the bundle of nerves in circles, she lets out a slight whimper biting her lip and leaning her head back, her fingers sliding down her folds gathering slick.
she slides two fingers into herself, letting out a pathetic moan as she replys the call in her head, the way your voice was smooth, seductive, fuck everything. she starts cuurling her fingers in herself, whimpering like she just got hurt.
she jerks her hips, her clit rubbing aganst her palm as she pumps her fingers in herself.
she turns her head to the side and closing her eyes, curling her fingers in herself as she rubs her clit agaisnt her palm, rutting like a werewolf in heat.
it was embarassing almost, the way she came on her fingers, way too fast too. fuck she was a slut— fucking herself with her fingers as she thought of you.
fuck that was her alarm, she turns over and smacks it off the table, unplugging it and the clockj going onto the floor. "shit" she groans out, getting up and getting dressed into a button up and some tight jeans, putting her shoes out and grabbing her keys.
she basically ran out the door, getting in her car and speeding down the high way to get to the little strip that was there, your shop being the first thing there, wow okay she was nervous, that was a new one for her.
she gets out the car, runnning a hand through her hair and straighting out her hair, locking her car and going into the place, the chill hitting her face like she had walked into a freezer.
she goes up to the desk, resting her arms on it, ringing the bell.
you go up behind the counter, grabbing her hand to stop the ringing. "we get it, you must be shane right? come with me.* you lead her back to your station having her sitdown on the chair.
"so what are we thinking today?" you add, looking at her.
"dragion." she says bluntly. "like above my pelvis on my lower stomach please."
"okay, okay shane i think 4i can work with that i can freehand it if you want." you add with a smile, liting her shirt as you look at her stomach— okay fuck wow she was.. god she was perfect.
before anything, you add numbing cream onto the part on her lower stomach, and letting it sit for a little bit.
after a little bit you grab the needle, and ink and set everything up before pritning out the think you needed to trace the tattoo, placing it onto her lower stomach where she wanted it, planting the tracing onto her skin.
"are you okay?" you look at her, putting gloves on and putting the chair back.
"im okay, just a little nervous" she laughs out, fucking stupid shane stop being awkward.
"well, we could start some small talk when i do it if you would like." you start the machine, putting the needle into the ink and starting to tattoo her, focusing on the needle going into her skin, tracing.
"yes ma'am okay well first of all my name is shane, i suck at relationships and i was in foster care but i ran away before and yeah!" she says, looking over at you, looking at your lips, fuck she was soaked.
how could she be this desperate? how was she this much of a whore?
you looked down, accidently getting a glimpse of her underwear, a wet spot forming where her sweat pussy was.. she waswet because of you and you didnt even have to do anything, but you accidently let out a nervous laugh.
shane looks over at you, furrowing her brows.
"what?" oh. oh you noticed it. "oh— im sorry ive been off sex for so long ive became desprate you know? im really sorry i can go if— she gets cut off by your lips crashing onto hers, you covered the unfinished tattoo with.. something.
shane quickly responded to the kiss, her hands moving to your face as hse cups its, her lips going down your neck leaving heat in her path, sucking on your neckleaving little pinkish spots, love bites.
"sh-shane" you moan out. "cameras… breakroom.. fuck oh my god please yes".
without another word shane grabs your hand and goes into your office instead, throwing you onto your desk and kissing you harshly again, quickly lifting up your shirt and kissing down your neck a syou let out a little whimper, undoing your bra with her hands, her lips kissing down inbetween your breast.
she moves her hand down to rest on your hip, the other one squezing one o fyour breast as she kissed it, sucking on the hard nipple as some drool ran down her chin, smiling at the sound of your moans. "gonna fuck you so hard, god."
you let out a moan, leaning your head back as she sucks and licks on your nipple, she pushes you back onto the desk so your laying on it.
she gets on her knees, looking up at you as she slides her hand down your stomach, unbuttoning your jeans and kissing your thighs, using her hands on spread your legs. "Oh baby.. this is so good sugar, you look so good like this for me."
she leaves a trail of kisses to your inner thigh, kissing your pussy throught he wet tiny cloth, sliding them to the side so she can get access to your bare gorgeous pussy.
she runs her tongue through your fols up to your bundle of nerves, moving her tongue in circles as he rother hand stays on your thighs, movung upwards.
"pretty girl, love your moans oh my god." she moans out, licking between your folds again.
"yes! please shane need to be full of your fingers!" you moan out, putting your legs on her shoulders as you sit up slightly, looking up at her.
"taste so good sugar" she sucks on your bundle of nerves, her fingers running through your folds and gathering some slick.
she slides her fingers into your tight cunt, curling her finger as you le tout a whimper, sounding like a wounded person, she looked up as tears fell down from your cheek, fucking her fingers faster into you.]
she looks back down to where her fingers were moving in and out pof your tight cunt, your pussy squelching almost as a response to her doing all of this, god she was so talented with her hands.
"fuck! yes shane— right there.. fuck" you moan out arching your back up off the desk.
she grips onto your thigh, as if she was grounding herself int he moment, it was a diffrent feeling for her, yes she has fucked alot of girls but this was diffrent.
the way your pussy tasted, the gorgeous noises you made, the way you look when the sun it your skin in the perfect waya dn the way your pussy was made for her fingers.
she curled her fingers again in you, kissing your clit and running her tongue through your fols, if anything shane was pussy drunk right npw, you tasted amazing.
"Im cumming" shane i—" you moan out, your body shakijng as you squirt on her, liquid going on the desk and her face— you sit up quickly confused.
"shit did i—" you say in panic but she quickly stopped you, grabbing your hand.
she sat up, helping you sit up on the desk, rubbing her thumb on your thigh. "no baby.. its okay you just squirted its normal please calm down dont freak out it is totally normal dont be embarrassed " she reassured you.
you took a deep breath, sighing and wiping some of your juices off her face, calming down at the tone of her voice. "thank you. fuck.. i havent.." you trail off.
"are you okay?" she kisses your hand, helping you back into your clothes.
"im okay, im okay trust me i feel really good, i really liked this, alot." you laugh out, taking another deep breatg.
"do you want too.. do this again?" she said, buttoning up her shirt and getting her pants back up, god she this wasnt like you, at all!
"of course. would you like to atleast get me a drink first, or go on a date?" you question, a hint of sarcasm in your voice.
"thats what i meant, silly." she huffed, kissing your cheek.
you were smitted already.
an; should I make this a fic? would you like this and some more the l word fits? lmk.
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