tattoo artist!geto x fem!reader
synopsis: you have the hots for your tattoo artist
content: 18+, explicit language, mentions of needles (tattoo related), reader is horny, unprofessional behavior, dirty talk, pet names, p in v, creampie
a/n: put my artist onto jjk (i showed her all of the men) during my appointment yesterday and she said Geto was her fave <333333
You step into the clean, minimalist shop. Plants are hanging from the ceiling and growing in pots, the gentle sound of music reverberates through the building, and the natural light from the high windows filters in.
It’s nice and cozy, the decorations are tasteful, and you notice each artist has their own station decorated with their personal style.
You sit on the velvet couch at the front, filling out a waiver as you wait for your appointment to start. You were getting a simple piece, something to fill in the blank spot on your forearm.
The artist you booked had the exact style you were going for, not to mention their work was amazing and they came highly recommended. It was an easy choice when you decided to move forward with them, paying your deposit as you counted down the days until you could finally sit in the chair again, feeling the needle against your skin.
It wasn’t until after you booked your appointment, when you mentioned it to a few friends that you discovered the artist you booked was a man, which was no problem at all, except for the fact he was absolutely drop dead gorgeous.
You remember your friends pulling up his personal social media account and you decided as you scrolled, it would be better to pass away than to sit in a chair silently for hours while he tattooed you.
But of course, your friends wouldn’t allow that, you had to report back all of your findings, after all.
So you waited silently after finishing your form, heart pumping as you fiddled with your bag, making sure you had your headphones and water for the thousandth time.
You were mindlessly scrolling on your phone when the honeyed voice of Suguru Geto came from behind you, your name never sounded better than when he said it.
You stood, offering him a polite smile, trying to hide your nerves. He gestured for you to follow, your heart racing as you studied him. Half of his dark hair was pulled back into a bun, a single strand of bangs falling in front of his eyes. His outfit was casual, a black band t-shirt, baggy jeans, and a pair of sneakers. He was relaxed, completely opposite of you, as he led you towards the side of the large room.
The shop was pretty empty today and you couldn’t decide if you were grateful for that or not.
He stopped at the station on the far wall, you took note of his small knicknacks. He had a few figurines, some you recognized, like No Face from Spirited Away and some you didn’t recognize at all. He had some pictures with who you guessed were his friends. There was one person who appeared in almost all of them, he had an entire head of white hair and was almost as gorgeous as Geto.
“You can set your things down there,” his calm voice broke you out of your nosiness. “I printed a few sizes so we can mess with the placement, but feel free to check out the design and let me know if you want any changes.”
You set your things on the small table next to a folding chair, shrugging your jacket off before picking up one of the cutouts resting on the tattoo chair. It was perfect, exactly what you wanted.
“The design is great,” your voice came out softer than you liked. You took a breath and forced yourself to focus on the task at hand, holding the cutout against your skin. You grabbed one of the smaller sizes, walking towards the mirror as you held it, twisting your arm to see if you liked the placement.
“May I?” He asked, stepping beside you as he gestured to the paper, the scent of spicy sandalwood and musk engulfing you. You nodded, silently handing it to him. He started playing with the angles, “If we angle it like this we could do the larger one, if you wanted.”
You hummed, noticing how much space was left if you used the smaller size, “Let’s see what it looks like.”
He grabbed the cutout, holding it against you, trailing his finger across the line work. Despite the barrier between your skin, his touch was electric.
“See how it tucks right in here. I think it meshes well with your other pieces too,” he commented.
“Yeah, definitely, I think that size is the one,” you nodded, when you met his indigo colored eyes, you quickly looked away.
“I’ll get a stencil printed and we can see it on the skin,” he stepped past you towards a work room, disappearing behind a door as you sat down on the small folding chair.
You counted your breaths, begging yourself to lock the fuck in. He’s a professional and you’re a client. You were acting like you’d never been around a guy before.
Except this guy was easily the hottest you’d ever seen. He was tall, covered in tattoos, had good style, and took care of his hair, which seemed like not a lot to ask for as you thought it through. You chalked it up to the fact he smelled divine and had the sexiest voice you’d ever heard. It was just those two things messing with your brain.
You took your headphones out of your bag, setting them on the table as you forced yourself to do something besides think of him, as you waited.
When he came back, he asked for you to stand in front of the mirror, “Relax your arm for me.”
You did as he asked as he shaved you before prepping your skin for the stencil. When he placed it on you, you waited patiently for his fingers to leave your skin. They didn’t, of course, because he had to press it down, making sure each part of it touched your skin.
“Check it out, let me know what you think,” he peeled it off, heading towards the trash as you twisted your arm around in the mirror.
“I love it,” you commented, keeping your eyes on the mirror as you studied the piece on your skin.
“Good, go ahead and sit down, I’ve got a bit more to prep and then we’ll get started,” his back was turned to you as he grabbed his ink bottles, glide, and needles.
You were acting so weird, you just knew he could tell how nervous you were, but still acted kindly towards you. You hoped he figured you were nervous about getting the tattoo, and not him. You sat down on the chair, realizing he would never think you were nervous about the tattoo considering your tank top revealed all the pieces you had on your upper body. Well, most of them.
You placed one earbud in, putting on your comfort playlist as you waited for your fate.
He sat in his chair, gliding over to you, everything prepped as he looked at you, “Ready?”
The first touch of the needle against your skin was hell. Not because it hurt, but because this gorgeous man was inflicting pain on you and your body had a fucked up way of reacting to pain.
You could feel your whole body flush as you stared up at the ceiling, trying to pretend it was someone else doing your tattoo. The part of you that enjoyed suffering didn’t let you look away for long, you glanced down at him, watching as his face remained steady and focused.
God he was so good looking. There wasn’t a word for it, hot, pretty, gorgeous, each lacked something when it came to him. Gorgeous was the best out of them all, but you could imagine how hot he would be angled over you as he whispered praises in your ear.
You looked away quickly, face warm as you grabbed your phone and opened up TikTok, letting the mindless scrolling block out everything around you.
The first break you took you quickly went to the bathroom, staring at yourself in the mirror and silently repeating that he’s a professional, and you’re being feral as someone does their job.
Luckily you were halfway done by this point, your self control was fraying as those last couple of hours droned on and on.
When it finally came time for the whites, you were practically bursting out of the chair at the increase in pain. Whites were always rougher than regular black, but it was a different kind of torture as Suguru Geto worked the needle across your skin.
By the time he took pictures and wrapped you up, you were ready to sprint for the door the moment you were done paying him. Until he stopped you, closing his hand around your wrist.
He glanced around the shop, it was empty except for the two of you, everyone finished up and left as the sun faded away, “I- uh, don’t normally do this, or ever for that matter, but can I get your number?”
You blinked slowly at him, replaying his words over in your mind as you struggled to process them.
“I’m sorry, that was-” he let go of your wrist, his widening eyes the only betrayal to his emotions.
“Are you serious?” Your brows were furrowed as you studied him.
“Ouch,” he laughed lightly, crossing his arms.
“No! That’s not- that’s not what I meant,” you were twisting the rings on your fingers as you met his eyes. “I just wasn’t expecting that.”
“You weren’t?” The corner of his mouth twitched as he held your eye contact. “I find that hard to believe.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You narrowed your eyes at him, gaining some of your confidence back.
“It means I could practically hear the thoughts in your head the entire time, you’re not exactly nonchalant,” he stepped closer to you, forcing you to look up at him. “Tell me I’m wrong,” he murmured, glancing at your lips.
“You’re not,” you whispered, losing yourself in the deep depths of his eyes.
“Thought so,” he hummed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before he traced your jaw with his fingers. “You gonna let me have your number, pretty girl?”
“Fuckkkk,” he groaned in your ear, slowly pushing his thick cock inside your soaking cunt. “Fuck- let me in sweetheart.”
Your nails were digging into his back as he stretched you impossibly wide. His long hair falling softly over his shoulders as you writhed beneath him, “Geto- you’re too big.”
You words caught in your throat as he slammed himself inside of you, his pelvis slapping against your hips as he bottomed out. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer to you.
His words were rough near your ear, “I told you what to call me, and it wasn’t that.”
“Suguru,” you whined, meeting his eyes, your gaze apologetic.
“There you go, sweetheart,” he cooed as he stayed completely still, tracing his fingers down your face before cupping your jaw. “That wasn’t so hard was it?”
“No, it wasn’t,” your voice was quiet as you watched him, waiting for him to move his hips.
He pressed his lips softly against yours, moving his mouth as he slowly stroked his tongue against yours. His hand moved from your jaw down your body, gently tweaking your nipple before settling between your legs. The first swipes of his fingers against your clit had you moaning and bucking your hips, searching for what you craved.
He broke your kiss, tsking, “I set the pace, you just lay there and look pretty, okay?”
You nodded, grabbing his face and bringing it closer to yours, desperate to kiss him again. He let you pull him down, stopping just before your lips touched, issuing a gentle command that had you obeying immediately, “Open.”
You opened your mouth watching as he let his spit slowly drip into your mouth as he rubbed gentle circles around your clit. When you clenched around him, more slick rushing between your legs, his breath hitched.
“Need something?” His voice was strained as he pressed his mouth to your neck, sucking and biting your most sensitive spots.
“I need you,” your words were breathless as he worked his mouth and fingers against you.
“You sure about that?” He murmured, nibbling softly on your ear.
“Yes,” you tried and failed to buck your hips as he settled more weight onto you, holding you still.
His face was hovering over yours, his pupils blown out as he stared down at you, “Beg for it.”
“Please, Suguru,” one of your hands drifted into his hair, the other curved around his back. “Please fuck me, please-”
He slowly rolled his hips back before slowly sinking back into you.
“You sound so pretty when you beg for my cock,” he settled both hands behind your knees, pulling your legs up higher, before pressing them into the mattress as he began to finally thrust.
Your hand in his hair tightened, yanking his face to your as you shoved your tongue into his mouth. He greedily swallowed your moans, letting your tongue sloppily work against his as he slowly sped up.
The stretch was mind numbing, his length hitting every sensitive spot inside you every time he rolled his hips back and forth. You broke the kiss, gasping for air as you moaned.
“Your pretty pussy is taking me so well,” he groaned, slamming into you roughly. “Like it was made for me.”
“Yes- Suguru- so good,” you could barely form words as his cock bullied every part of your poor pussy. You threw your head back, the pleasure overwhelming as you felt yourself getting closer to release.
“Gonna cum soon,” he warned, one his hands drifting between you again, finding your clit and rubbing maddening circles over it as he continued increasing the pace of his thrusts. “Where do you want it, pretty?”
“Oh god-” you choked out as he hit the deepest part of you, his circles against your clit growing harsher and harsher.
“Trust me, god isn’t here sweetheart, now answer the question,” he spoke through gritted teeth, his fingers working you roughly as you clenched around him.
“In me please, cum in me,” your words came out of you helplessly, your mind completely empty except for your approaching ecstasy.
“Such a sweet girl,” he murmured. “Now cum for me,” the moment he pinched your clit you exploded.
You cried out, your moans filling the room as your orgasm rushed through you. Your pussy was convulsing around him, completely at his mercy as he fucked you through every last wave of pleasure.
“Fuck,” his thrusts were erratic and fast as he buried his head in your neck.
“Suguru, cum in me,” you whined.
He came with a startled grunt, thick white ropes of cum filling you up so perfectly. His cock twitching as he slowly rolled his hips against you, working every last drop of cum out.
His body collapsed on top of yours, pinning your legs against you as you ran your fingers through his hair, his cum leaking out of your pussy and onto the bed.
You’d definitely have to leave out a few details when you told your friends about him.
a/n: don't fuck your tattoo artist, i did once 0/10 do not recommend
