(lowk sub!alysa liu x tattoo artist!masc!reader oneshot)
ask: alysa x masc tattoo artist???👀👀 possible smut???👀
author's note: hiiii! so i don't normally write masc reader but for this i decided to go out of my comfort zone just because of how much i liked the request. anon you are so creative thank you!!!! i made this way longer than necessary but i hope you like! reqs are open!
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Milan, Italy
The door to your shop rings open as someone steps through. You just finished up with a walk-in appointment, cleaning up the chair and supplies, and you glance at the clock on the wall, 5:02 PM. Who the fuck wants a tattoo right now?
Normally, you're able to see the customer when they walk in, but with the mix of supplies stacking up and the obvious height of the client, you can't see them.
"Hey, we're actually closing in a coupl-"
Coming around the corner is possibly the hottest girl you've seen. She's short, yes, but god does she make up for this in other ways. Her hair is striped and long, with bangs covering her forehead and possibly the baggiest outfit you've ever seen. But this is your style, like this is your type, so immediately you're attracted. Her tank top hugs her in absolutely all the right places, but her baggy sweatpants and zip-up hoodie cover everything you wish you could see.
She looks apologetic, almost as if she scrambles to leave. "Oh my gosh, I'm sorry, I didn't even realize," But you're standing up, gently putting a hand to her shoulder before she can get out the door.
"What were you looking for?" Your voice comes out much softer than you intended it to, but honestly, you can't help it. Up close, the girl is short. Like insanely short, you're practically towering over her as she grips her bag, looking up at you with a slight blush on her face.
"I wanted a back tattoo, but I had no idea you were closing soon. I'll just come back tomorrow if that's-" First of all, this just absolutely adds to the idea of her being hot.
Interrupting, you lead her to the back of the shop. "Now's fine actually, my sister just cancelled our dinner reservations,"
"I really don't want to bother you or anything," She says, looking around at the different designs you have displayed on the walls.
Waving her off, you take a seat at your desk chair where you normally draw out your designs. "You're totally fine,"
You motion to the bed/chair across from you, and she sits, her legs practically dangling off the edge.
Pulling up a blank page, you look at her. "So, what did you want in the tattoo?"
She thinks for a minute, concentrating. "Definitely symmetrical, but other than that, you can have creative choice on it."
Nodding, you take in her vibes, her outfit, her hair, and get to work. Within a couple of minutes, you have a design drawn up. Turning your iPad around, her face lights up as she sees it.
Laughing, she nods her head, looking between you and the drawing. "Yesyesyes!"
Actually, tattooing the design proves to be more painful for you than it is for her. Just the act of having to pull her pants down slightly has you wetting your boxers, your face heating up as she lies down face-first, adjusting so you have ample room.
This is (un)fortunately (you honestly can't decide if you hate it or not) the position you have to tattoo her in for the duration of the session. Honestly, it goes by pretty quickly considering the size and placement of her tattoo, but you do your best to drag it out. Your left hand rests on the bench, while your drawing hand rests on the swell of her ass and lower back.
Before you know it, the session is done, and she's pulling herself off the chair and walking, uncomfortably, over to the mirror to check it out. "I love it," She compliments, smiling as she turns around, lifting her shirt to see the new ink.
It's definitely a good thing she likes it, considering it would be a huge pain in the ass to get it removed. Chuckling, you just watch as she admires it, cleaning off your supplies. "Good,"
"Do you think this would be okay if I play sports?" She asks, turning towards you.
"Should be as long as you're careful not to hit your back too much," You nod, replying. "What sport d'you play?"
At this question, her face goes red, and she turns back around. "Figure skating," She says quietly, as if she doesn't want you to hear. Weird. But you just brush it off, leading her to the front counter to deal with prices.
"Tell you what," Leaning against the counter across from her, you look down at the price on your computer. "I'll give you a little discount because you were so brave today."
And just like before, she becomes flustered, her face heating up with a deep shade of red as she just nods, accepting your negotiation. Once she pays, you slide over a business card, highlighting your personal phone number at the bottom. "If anything happens to it during your sport, shoot me a message." You instruct.
And with that, she's gone, and you think you'll never see her again... oh, but you're wrong. So very wrong.
Closing the shop for the night, you head home. Most days, you just opt to walk home, considering it's a couple of blocks away. It's nice to have quiet from the inevitable chaos you'll arive to at home. You took your 17-year-old sister in a couple of years ago, saving her from years of neglect from your parents, a choice you should have made a while ago, but it doesn't do any good wasting time on regrets.
"Cara!" You call, stomping your shoes off in your small foyer before closing the door behind you.
You hear the sound of her running before you even see her. "Oh my god, did you see the skating performance today?!" Her eyes are wide with excitement, clearly enthused. She's been obsessed with all things winter sports this year, especially because of the Olympics taking place here. Just about every day, you'd come home to immediate updates on who won what in the games that day. Today, it's apparently skating. Funny, your client earlier skat-
"Yes! The USA won gold with Alysa Liu!" Alysa who? You know well enough to put your blinders on, zoning out your little sister as she rambles. It's not like you hate her, you've just heard this a million times every single day, and it's-
"She's so freaking awesome, I wish-"
Chuckling, you walk by her, ruffling her blonde hair as you head to the kitchen. "Okay, Care Bear, I gotta make us dinner now."
She just follows me into the kitchen, ignoring my resistance, this time, waving a phone in my face.
"She's so cool, watch." Deciding to pick and choose my battles, you turn, getting ready to watch the video that I hope will get her out of your face. But stopped, freezing when you see who's on her screen. The girl who came in earlier that evening. Alysa Liu.
Grabbing the phone from your sister's hand, you hold it closer to your face, resisting the struggle for it back from your sister. It's actually her.
You hand your sister's phone back, rushing over to the TV and turning it on, tuning in just in time for a replay of Alysa's performance. It's the same fucking girl.
But she's so different on the ice, so confident, so different than how she acted with you. With you, she was almost flustered, quiet in a sort of way, nervous maybe? Could it have been because of you? No, definitely not... right?
Giving the most likely bombarded with fans skater a break, you decide to just ignore it. And you do. You forget about it for a couple of days. Until she calls you.
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You don't recognize the caller ID, but you pick your phone up when you receive a call one night- pretty late if you're being honest.
"Hello?"
You hear a giggle on the other end, and then her voice, it's definitely hers.
"Hi, sorry for calling so late, but this is the woman you tattooed a couple of nights ago,"
You nod, trying to remain calm as your face heats up and your heart begins to beat faster. "No, I recognize the voice."
"Okay, so this might be kind of weird, but I thought you were hot, and I've just been super stressed lately, and you were super nice, and look gay, and I just- ugh. Do you wanna come over right now?"
She rambles for what seems like forever, but you definitely didn't expect any of that to come out of her mouth.
Does she mean this in a way that you think she means it?
A grin slowly appears on your face, and you answer before you can even think it over. "Yeah, my sister's actually gone tonight, so my place is quiet."
It sounds like she exhales a sigh of relief, and I can hear the smile through her voice as she speaks. "I would like that better."
"I'll text you the address. Come over when you want."
As soon as the phone hangs up, you scramble to clean your apartment.
The doorbell rings throughout your small space, signaling the skater's arrival. Smoothening out your shirt, you compose yourself before making your way to the door, hesitating before twisting the knob. You don't know why the fuck you're nervous, she practically asked to fuck, so it's not like she sees anything bad in you.
But, immediately, as soon as you see her, all those nerves go away, and they're replaced with pure need. She's in another variation of the tank top she was wearing when she got tattooed, along with some sweatpants and a gigantic sweatshirt. Fuck, she's hot though.
You two are awkward at first, avoiding eye contact on her end, and you nervously offer her water. It's definitely not a way you would act at a normal planned hookup. But she's different in a way that you can't quite place.
"So you think I'm hot?" You smirk, leaning on the counter as she sits, drinking the water you offered her.
She almost spits out the sip she took, coughing as her face turns red. 'I mean- yeah,"
"Yeah?" Raising an eyebrow, you look at her accusingly. "So are we gonna do anything about that tonight?"
Now it's her turn for her eyes to turn dark as she recovers from the coughing fit. She nods, nervously as she looks up at you through thick eyelashes. "That's why I'm here," She says softly.
"And are you good with your face in my pillows?" Her cheeks turn bright red almost immeditely before she's nodding furiously.
"Good,"
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Fuck, this girl was not lying about being ready. Her stamina has been like a fucking beast, most likely thanks to being an Olympian. You're in your third round now, and you've counted about 3 orgasms from her, 2 from you, just getting off at the sight.
Currently, she's riding your strap, her hands on your chest as you thrust upwards, meeting her hips. Her perfect tits bounce in your face, every once in a while you grab one, sucking it into your mouth.
But you want to switch it up. By now, you've sort of picked up on her cumming pattern, almost, being able to predict when she's close. And she's close now. Her head is thrown back, her eyes closed, with a slight sheen coating her forehead. Quickly, you flip your positions, her face now in your pillows (exactly as you promised) and you now on top, careful to keep the dildo buried deep inside of her.
You have a clear view of the back tattoo you gave her only days ago, and damn, you did a good job. It looks fucking phenomenal as you slam into her sopping pussy, the sound absolutely vile and filling the room.
Her back arches deep as you bottom out inside her, her soft breaths and moans fill the room louder as she gets closer until she's practically screaming, her ass in the air as she cums all over the dildo.
