You go to get a tattoo and things escalate with Wakasa.
spoiler lowkey! : they don’t fuck at the tattoo studio, i will do a continuation to this in which they do :D
“Your body is a temple. A pristine temple you must maintain clean”
You were now an adult. Your last year of college and about to graduate. You could almost even feel the thick paper in which your degree would be printed for you to put in your wall. But even though you were an adult, your mother’s rules would still remain floating around in your head. No eating in the bedrooms and all of that ridiculous stuff was still imprinted in your brain.
You’d always liked tattoos, as in your perception, the body was nothing more than an empty canvas waiting for it to be decorated with art, but it was not until those last months that you actually started thinking about getting one. At first your idea was a small thing in a hidden place, something not easily visible so you could be able to hide it at the spot, but as u thought more of it, you actually got mad at yourself for being scared of a big tattoo. It was your body after all. When you finally decided that this tattoo, your first one ever, would be consuming a good area off your body, you realized that you did not have a clear picture of what you wanted engraved in your skin.
“Good morning, I’m here for my appointment” You said at the counter.
“Of course” A girl with white hair and blue eyes received you in the reception “What is your name?”
“Y/N” You said clearly, with a smile.
“Amazing, you’re in time” The girl said still looking in her computer. She instructed you to wash your hands and sign the consent forms “Uhh, Waka said to cancel all of his appointments today, damn how did I manage to forget that?”
“Is there a problem?” Concerned you ask, as you had been waiting for that day a long time.
“Is just… my fault. Don’t worry I’ll be responsible for it” She said sighing as she picked her phone and called a number “Hey Waka”
“What?” Immediately the other person answered with fury “What you want Senju?”
“Uhm so… I forgot to cancel your 6 pm appointment and the client is here” The girl said nervously “Please just take it… I’ll make it up to you, I swear”
“You gotta be fucking kidding me!” Almost yelling he said “No”
“Waka it’s a client, you can’t just say you don’t want to work because you mad” Standing up for herself the girl said “You better get your ass up that chair and come yourself to tell her that, you lose the client, bitch”
Even though the conversation was funny, you contained your laugh, as you effectively had been waiting to get your tattoo done for a good time. You waited impatiently to see the face of the ridiculous man that decided to decline a client because he was angry. Not a complete minute went by when you both heard a door being opened violently.
“I said I don’t want to fucking work right now” He stated clearly. He looked at Senju furious but then realized you were there as well. He looked at you discretely, batting his eyelashes as he blinked slowly, analyzing your appearance with softness “What is it that you want?”
“This” Unlocking your phone and opening your photos app you approached him. Instantly your nose picked his fragrance that emanated an intriguing and dominating aura. He took your phone and looked at the picture for a second.
“It’s fucking beautiful” He said thinking for a second “How big you want it?”
“Upper right ¼ of my back” With hope in your eyer you told him.
“Hmm, that’d take about 2 or 2 and a half hours. Ideally I’d like to do it in one sitting because the details are complex and small and. You good with that?”
“Yeah, I expected it to be longer actually so that’s good” Already excited you expressed.
“Wakasa Imaushi, at your service” His hand extended to your direction and gave you a firm handshake “Follow me please, miss”
“Ain’t no way, Wakasa a fucking simp” You heard the girl at the counter laugh with another of the tattoo artists that came out of nowhere to see the show.
“I don’t like anyone bothering me while I work so I have my own fucking office here. Isn’t it impressive?” Wakasa said charmingly.
“You must be really good at what you do for them to put up with you, pretty boy” Joking with a light mood you said and he immediately looked at you with a fatal expression.
“I’m the best of the best, ever” He made sure he was spitting the words for you to mark his words.
He opened the door and let you in. You sat in the small sofa the room had and he moved his chair close to you and sat down.
“Before we start, I need you to remove your shirt and bra. Is that good?” He said sliding across the room and searching for something “You can cover with this if you want. And if you really don’t feel comfortable with it I can call Senju and she will do it”
“I have no problem with it, thanks though” You said receiving the small blanket “Why would you think I’d chicken out?”
“This your first tattoo, princess” He said.
“And how do you know that?” You replied back intrigued at his playful vibrato.
“Your body is pristine clean” He said and you stayed silent “And of course, before accepting or denying a work I read the information we ask for so I can know what I’m working with”
“Get yourself comfortable in the chair, I’m going to prepare the stencil” He said moving across the room with experience. His confidence at what he was doing made him hot, hot as hell. “You can see how it would look. If you would like to try another placement you tell me, ok?”
Facing the opposite way of Wakasa, you sat down in the leather chair and took your shirt off. You doubted for a second before taking your bra off but finally did it after some thinking. The blanket you were holding immediately covered your chest and you laid down on your chest.
Wakasa did not wait for coming and placing the stencil on your back, on the area you had told him before. With extreme precision he removed the white paper, leaving the blue ink in your skin.
“Take this” He handed you a small hand mirror “There is a mirror on the ceiling, you can check it out”
As he said that the first thing that came to your mind was a dirty thought, but you brushed it off pretty quickly, attending his instructions and looking at the stencil with the technique he had show you.
“Is it good? If you need time to think about it or you want to stand up and look in the mirror you can go ahead” He said. The way his careful words escaped his lips, being so precise with his work, made him so attractive to your eyes.
“It is good yes” You reassured him and he left a soft gutural affirmation.
“I’m going to start then” He sat down in the chair and got all his tools. “You are free to listen to music, watch a video or whatever. If you want to rest, stretch, go to the bathroom, whatever, you tell me. And please, stay still. Did I make myself clear?”
“Yes Wakasa” You said unconsciously with your mind wandering around situations that would never come up.
As soon as you felt the needle pierce through your skin you couldn’t help yourself and you let a soft groan of pain that mixed immediately with your adrenaline for finally getting the tattoo you wanted so bad. “It’s ok” You heard Wakasa saying. As time went by, the pain decreased and you actually relaxed in the chair. By the time the first hour passed, you started feeling sleepy and took a nap from which you woke up an 30 minutes later.
“Mind if I take a break?” Wakasa asked sighing and stretching his arms slightly. You took some time to answer him but said yes without a doubt. He then stood up his chair and walked around a little, checked his phone and sat back down in the chair still with his phone in his hands.
<I’m just so fucking stressed rn, u don’t understand>
You were able to discretely see his phone from the position you were in.
<I was about to murder Senju, if the client wasn’t a literary fucking angel I would’ve snapped bro>
His contact saved as ‘Shinichiro’ replied to him with a skull emoji.
<I really need to get railed Shin, I’m about to have a heart attack man, this stress is consuming the fuck outta me>
The other person texted him something you weren’t able to see but Wakasa replied instantly without a fail.
<I have this chick totally topless in the chair you fucking bastard, how u think she finna react if I go up to her and flirt with her, stupid mf, I ain’t trying to be a creep here Shin>
You had to contain a giggle growing in you at his comment. We has really respectful and professional after all.
<Out of the case bitch, yea she might be hot as fuck and I might want to fuck her but no, bro we gotta respect clients, I don’t wanna end up like u, u desperate mf>
Wakasa left his phone in the table and took back the tattoo machine.
“Are we ready to start again?” He asked and you nodded immediately “Good. You are doing very good for your first time… I mean… for your first tattoo”
Hearing him stumble his words caused you to shiver slightly. Wakasa started back again, and now that you and your hormones were fully awake you couldn’t help but observe with detail his expression as he drew permanently on your skin, the furred eyebrows and concentrated sight on you, his firm hands tracing over your skin and the seriousness he held while tattooing your back was impressive, and arousing.
“Ok, we are done here” As he put the machine down and stretched, you couldn’t help but also move. He immediately stoped you with a firm but soft touch to stop you from moving “Give me a second to put the wrap around though”
As he came back with the thin layer of transparent paper and petroleum jelly, you stayed still. He applied the vaseline in your skin and placed the bandage in your back.
“We are all set” He finished taking his black latex gloves off “Take the wrapping of in 24 hours and wash the skin with antimicrobial soap and cold water. Wash the area twice a day and dry it gently before applying vaseline again” He continued giving you instructions for the aftercare, when he finished, he gave you your clothes “Only put on the shirt, the bra is going to be annoying”
You followed his suggestion and when you finished you sat in the chair facing him.
“Yes?” He answered immediately as he washed his hands.
“Thanks for doing it” You said standing up and walking to him. He simply looked at you without saying anything and nodded, knowing that you were taking about him accepting doing it even though he told Senju to cancel his appointments. “Pretty privilege, I would say” He joked slightly.
The slight nervousness growing inside of you consumed you slowly. You were sure he wanted you and you wanted him as well, but you didn’t know exactly how to approach the situation. “Maybe I can help you relieve some stress” You said and went for a kiss without thinking it twice. Wakasa did not expect that at all but after assimilating what was happening he reciprocated the kiss and pulled you close to him by placing his cold hands in your waist. Your hands went to his neck instantly and held onto the stray strands of his hair that was perfectly tied in a ponytail. His lips tasted yours with delicacy as he squeezed your waist under his hands. It was a slow and passionate kiss in which you both caught each other’s lips between yours and licked softly each other. When Wakasa bit your lip you unconsciously opened your mouth and he didn’t wait to stick his tongue inside and lick your tongue with lust, tilting his head the opposite way of yours and pulling you as close as he could, making the kiss deeper and deeper with each sinful lick he gave to your tongue.
“Mhm–” Wakasa mumbled in your lips before pulling away his head so he could breathe. He did not want to talk very much, you could not decipher if he was just quite or really desperate to fuck you, but either way he went back to your lips eagerly and started kissing you with a fast pace and uncontrollable desire that exhaled from his minty breath as he slowly travelled his hands from your waist to your ribs and later to your tits, which he squeezed delicately as if he had the experience to know the exact amount of pressure to apply.
Wakasa moved you both walking slowly without leaving your tasty lips and got you sitting again in the chair. The smell of his cologne invaded your nose suddenly as he knelt partially on the chair (placing his knee in between your legs) and placed his neck in your face.
“I’d like you to give me a hickey, y/n” He stated clearly, with his seductive voice claiming for you, so following his instructions, you placed your hands at his velvety neck and got closer to his skin, licking it and then sucking on a small area that was close to his collarbone “I don’t know if you understood what I asked you for, so Imma be more specific princess, I want you to mark my neck as yours”.
“You sure?” Doubtful you asked back and he nodded.
“I’m yours tonight” Without any jittery Wakasa said and you went straight for his neck, losing control over yourself and biting and sucking on him as if the world would end. “Wanna go to my place?” He asked calmly “It’s good if not”
Leaving the studio while Wakasa held your hand left some of the people in there watching you both closely, they probably watched as well because he was unapologetically hard and had the entire left side of his neck covered in marks from your mouth. He did not bother to say goodbye or anything, walking with you up to the parking space besides the studio.
His motorcycle roared as he started the engine, having you sitting behind him, holding his waist as he accelerated through the night streets. You both arrived at the destination after a ride of 10 minutes or so. Wakasa parked his bike and you entered the building.
The elevator was empty and Wakasa did not let the opportunity of making out with you again, cornering you in the metallic walls and kissing you vividly while holding your ass to press your body towards his, making you feel his cock in your stomach as he devoured your lips.
When the elevator announced it was the correct floor, Wakasa took your hand and hurried across the hallway to get to his door, which he opened for you both. Once inside, he did not wait to get you to his room, he pushed you softly to the closed door and kissed you again, now taking your shirt off and leaving you half naked.
Between kisses, you ended up sitting in his lap as he sat in the couch. “Please me princess, please” He begged holding your hips as he moved them back and forth on top of his cock “I need you so bad right now” As he continued to control the movement of your hips over him, you took his turtleneck off, for your eyes to meet his tattoos all over his body, starting from his pecs down to his arms. “You like them?” He asked panting.
“Yes” Instantly you replied “I really like ‘em, looks divine on you” You muttered and he nodded. His hair fell of his ponytail into his shoulders suddenly as the hair tie had gone loose and you couldn’t help but feeling your pussy pulsing from the sole pleasure admiring such a beautiful man gave you.
As he started kissing you again, his hands went to yours and he released his cock from his pants in order to stroke it a few times. “Don’t make me wait more princess, let me be inside you” He begged and with your body being a hot mess you took the rest of your clothes off and sat back down. He instantly felt your fluids running down your tight and could not wait to place two of his fingers inside you “So wet, did I cause that?” Shamelessly he asked as he fingered you exactly in the spot that caused you the most pleasure. After a minute or so, he took his fingers off you and put them in his mouth, tasting the flavor of your insides.
“How good are you are riding?” He asked after another short session of kissing in which his hands wandered all around your body.
“Just normal I would say” You answered thinking, he nodded.
“Tell me when you get tired, I want to get everything from you so I ain’t stopping” He warned you “Fuck, ‘m so hard it hurts. Should we start?” Agreeing while feeling his hand squeeze one of your boobs as he licked the other one, you lifted your body from his lap and aligned his cock with your cunt and slowly sat back down feeling his length widen your soft and warm walls. “Ahhh— Y/n” He moaned closing his eyes as he felt his blood rush to his face, drowning in the feeling of your tight body wrapping around his aching cock, letting his stress abandon his body as his dick came in contact with you. You continued your way down back to his lap, feeling the tip of his dick kissing your insides. Every time you went up you felt every inch of him rub against the depths of your pussy, and every time you went down again you could feel your body pulsing around his width that burned sweetly.
Eventually Wakasa held your waist and thrusted into you as you were going down, deepening the contact of your bodies. His eyes were glued to yours as he moaned and called for your name. As the grip on your skin tightened, Wakasa unconsciously increased the rhythm of your hips jumping on his dick, and when he realized you couldn’t go faster he stood up, holding you entirely and walked to a table in his living room, where he sat you down, still holding your ass.
“Listen to me, y/n” He said running his hand through his hair “I want you to hold on to me, I want to feel your arms around me as I fuck you. Did I make myself clear?”
“Yes Wakasa” You whimpered squeezing his cock unconsciously from how hot his voice sounded. His expression trembled and he placed his hands on you, his left on your hips and his right rubbing your clit as he started slowly thrusting his cock inside you again. His touch on your clit was precise, his thumb moving gently but fastly formed a line of moans in your throat that you let out as he increased the pace on both his hips and his thumb on you.
“Like it?” He asked kissing you.
“Yes Wakasa” You muttered holding tight on him, following his instructions.
“You’re so good baby” He moaned. “I love how your pretty pussy squeezes me, I fucking love how you call my name, how obedient you are, how beautiful, how warm–”
He continued rubbing your clit as he increased the speed and strength of his lustful thrusts into you, creating a dirty sound in the room of your bodies clapping with each other every time he fucked you.
“Yes Wakasa” You moaned in his neck, feeling your own breath go back to you, feeling every inch of his cock moving inside of you without a fail to hit every spot in your body that made it quiver “There… right there”
His heavy breathing was replaced quickly with his moans and the room was then filled with your voices calling for the other one.
“Wait” Wakasa said sighing from pleasure, a single drop of sweat ran down his face. “Would the princess allow me to fuck the shit out of her?”
“Of course” You laughed at his tone and he immediately lifted your body off the table, holding you mid air and starting thrusting into you as deep as he could. His agressive movements got you both screaming with lust, which each thrust he was hitting your cervix and pushing the mix of your fluids and his precum inside of you. “Gonna cum, close as fuck, I’m close as fuck”
Wakasa was fucking you dumb and his cock hitting every nerve inside of you made you lose the ability to speak, so you could only moan and whimper for him.
“Waka, ah, ah, yeah” You barely said, feeling your vision blurry and your mind foggy, he did not answer and only continued to thrust into you, feeling your walls tighten around his cock.
Feeling your orgasm grow in your lower stomach you could only warn him by looking in his eyes with desperation, and then you finally came. Your body creamed around Wakasa, who did not stop even with you screaming and moaning his name, only for him to finish as well when he felt your walls twitching around him.
He couldn’t hold you in the air so he sat down at risk of falling in the way from the overwhelming feeling. You both stood for a moment catching your respirations while a small giggle let Wakasa’s lips.
“Would the princess like to spend the night?” He asked condescendingly while fixing his hair.
“I’d like that very much” You agreed immediately. He then picked you up like a princess and walked to his room, where he left you in his bed.
“I’ll be back with after sex dessert” Wakasa said smiling walking to the kitchen.
