Illecebrous
Illecebrous (adj.) - Attractive and alluring
Pairing: Lim Jaebeom (GOT7) x Fem!Reader; Genre: Tattoo Shop AU, SMUT; Rating: nsfw, 18+, MDNI; Warnings: this is pure filth, reader has tattoos, a large cleavage, a short and tight skirt and doesn’t wear any panties, oral (m receiving), mirror comes in handy, JayB is staring a lot at the readers chest or ass, reader is touching herself, riding, unprotected sex, nipple play I guess, orgasm, is it voyerism if the door to the room isn’t locked?! Like anybody could walk right in.. while they are at it; Wordcount: 2.982
Summary: Jaebeom decides to get his first tattoo. He had talked a lot about it with his friends and mentally prepared himself for pain or a long session or anything else. The only thing he wasn’t prepared for was you - his tattoo artist.
A/N: I wrote this to make @mingsolo suffer... and I was successful and I am very happy but also very horny... this is outrageous.. also you guys might start thinking that I have a mirror kink or something because AGAIN there is a fricking mirror... like what the hell..
Jaebeom walked into the shop, knowing he was a little early to his appointment. The sound of buzzing needles filled his ears, followed by a few groans of pain. Jaebeom smirked to himself, glad he never had a problem with pain.
“Hey, if you could sit down on the couch over there?” Someone called out to him. “I’ll be there in a sec.”
He mumbled something under his breath and moved over to the couch, sitting down on the dark leather. Jaebeom looked around to waste some time while he waited.
The walls were made out of dark wooden panels, the furniture was either black or very dark and the shop kept a limit to their decorations. They basically had a few pictures of tattoos from their artists and a small book on a couch table in front of him, consisting of more tattoo layouts.
Jaebeom had thought about getting a tattoo for a long time. His friends were always so proud of their own whenever they got a new one, showing them off immediately. He grabbed the book in front of him and skimmed through the pages, thinking about how the guys warned him not to get addicted to tattoos. He wasn’t sure if that was even possible for him but he would have to wait and see.
“Hey, sorry for the wait!” You stepped up to the new customer and smiled politely. “First time?”
Jaebeom looked up from the book and nearly choked on his own spit. He hadn’t expected to be greeted with a sight like this. Tight leather skirt that barely reached to the middle of your thigh, a white blouse that wasn’t completely buttoned, showing the rims of a black silk bra underneath. You had several tattoos on your thighs and arms and some peaked out of your cleavage as well. It took everything within Jaebeom to force his gaze away from your chest and further up to your face. Dark red lips greeted him, smirking knowingly as he swallowed harshly.
“I’m Y/N, your tattoo artist for today”, you introduced yourself and placed your weight on one leg, knowing the new stance highlighted your hips.
“Jaebeom”, he mustered to say, swallowing again, “and yeah, this is my first tattoo.”
“Wonderful! You sent us a design prior to your appointment, let’s go over it, yeah?” You tapped one of your manicured nails against the tabloid in your hand and walked over to Jaebeom, sitting down next to him on the couch. You crossed one of your legs over the other and placed the tabloid on your thigh, ignoring the fact the skirt rose up from you sitting down.
Jaebeom held his breath from being this close to you. He tried to focus on the tabloid but his gaze drifted to your thighs or your chest more often than he wanted to admit. Before he fainted from the lack of oxygen he breathed out again lowly, trying to act as normal as possible. It got even harder though when he took another breath in, smelling your intoxicating perfume.
“Where do you want to get the tattoo?” You asked and turned towards him, showing more of your cleavage now.
“Chest.”
You nodded as your gaze dropped from his face to his chest. “Which side?” You tapped your finger on either side of his chest, making him swallow again.
“Left”, Jaebeom breathed out, cursing himself that he wasn’t able to answer in whole sentences.
“Right above the heart”, you smiled and placed your hand on his left side, gently pressing against it. “Would you like to follow me? I think it would be nicer to check a more precise position in your assigned room.”
Jaebeom only nodded and stood up once you stood up as well, pressing against his chest to get up. He followed you to a door, his gaze dropping every two seconds down to your ass that was so perfectly covered in that leather skirt.
“Please take a seat”, you said and pointed towards the black leather chair in the middle of the room, while you closed the door behind him. If the chair wouldn’t be black, Jaebeom would totally have thought of the chairs in a dentist office. “And please take off your shirt. I’m going to print out your tattoo so we can see where exactly you want it,” you added and walked over to your work station.
Without answering you, Jaebeom walked to the chair and sat down on the edge, pulling his shirt over his head and placing it down on his lap. He looked around, finding the room looked similar to the waiting room in the front. The only addition was the large mirror on one side of the room. Jaebeom looked at the mirror and saw you through it.
Your back was faced towards him and you were bent forward, fiddling with the copy machine in front of you.
Jaebeom licked his lips as he stared shamelessly at your ass. ‘Should the pain be too much’, he thought to himself, ‘then he sure had one or two distractions.
You turned around and walked over to Jaebeom, stopping in front of him. “I have to shave the area where the tattoo is supposed to be as well as disinfect it”, you told him and placed the print on the small table next to you. Once you slipped your hands into a pair of gloves, you grabbed the disinfectant spray. “May I?”
When Jaebeom nodded you sprayed the liquid on his chest and quickly grabbed a small paper towel, dabbing it over the area. You then grabbed the razor and shaved his left pec, making sure not even some peach fuzz could irritate you while tattooing him later.
“Do you mind if I place your tattoo down on your chest the way I think it would look best?” You asked him once you had prepared everything. You smiled when he shook his head and grabbed the print out. You leaned forward and carefully placed the tattoo print on his pec, brushing over it gently so the blueprint would stick to Jaebeom’s skin. “Okay”, you said satisfied and stood back up, “see for yourself. If you’re not happy with that, we can wipe it off and try another position.”
“No, I like it.”
You smiled brightly, making Jaebeom’s heart skip a beat. “I’m glad. Then please, lean back and get as comfortable as possible. I’ll prepare everything else.”
Jaebeom nodded and leaned down on the chair, staring up to the ceiling above him. A few more minutes and he would feel what all his friends felt before him, though they probably never had a tattoo artist like you. His gaze drifted back to your form, taking every curve of you in. He knew for sure, if he didn’t tame his thoughts he would pop a bulge in his pants immediately.
You rolled a stool over to the chair and sat down on it, adjusting the height of it. “Alright, I’m turning the machine on first, so you can get familiar with the sound before I start.” You smiled as he looked into your eyes, surprised how thoughtful you were.
The buzzing of the machine was louder than what he imagined but it wasn’t unpleasant to hear. His gaze wandered from the tattoo gun in your hands down to your arm and to your chest again. At this point he really hoped the tattoo would be painful so he got distracted enough to not pop a boner.
“Alright”, you said in a calm voice, dipping the needle into the black inkpot on the table next to you, “I’ll start with a small spot and you can tell me how that felt.” You moved closer to him, half of your upper body pressed down on his own, as you started to tattoo the first line. “And? How is it?”
“Hot”, Jaebeom breathed, not sure if he meant the needle stabbing hundreds of times into his skin or your chest pressed against his stomach.
“That’s normal. The longer the needle stays in one place the hotter it gets. Basic physics.” You grinned and dipped the needle into the inkpot again, before you leaned over to him once more and continued tattooing him.
Jaebeom hummed and tried breathing shallowly through his nose. He didn’t want to ruin his first tattoo by breathing too heavily but damn the sight of your breasts pressed against his stomach, part of them being skin on skin even, made it nearly impossible for him to keep his calm. He clenched his jaw and pressed his eyes shut, trying to ignore the image right in front of you.
“Is it too much?” You stopped tattooing and looked at him in concern. Your gaze wandered from his face down to see his hands balled up into fists and further down to see the beginning outline of a bulge in his pants. You smirked and leaned back onto his chest, continuing to tattoo him. “I’ll try to finish it fast”, you said, playing innocent for the moment. “It’s a large tattoo for a first timer but I think another hour and we’ll be done.” You wiped over his skin with a clean paper towel to get rid of the excessive ink on it.
“It’s fine”, Jaebeom pressed through his lips, trying very hard to focus on the heat he felt through the needle, but it became even harder when he looked at your face, seeing how you bit down on your lower lip in concentration, sucking the soft pillow into your mouth every now and then. “Fuck”, he breathed barely audible and turned his gaze towards the ceiling.
“You’re doing so good for me”, you whispered, giving your voice a seductive undertone. You continued teasing him with your words for the rest of the session, smirking whenever it affected him.
Soon enough you turned off the tattoo gun and placed it on the table, grabbing a thin, transparent foil and some plasters. “I’ll put this on your new tattoo, since it’s a fresh wound after all. You can take it off before you go to sleep, but you should keep your chest bare for as long as possible, so nothing will irritate your skin.”
Jaebeom nodded and watched you taping up his chest. He stared at his first tattoo with wide eyes, delighted to have a small piece of art on his skin now.
“You can sit up and look at it in the mirror if you want. I’ll clean up the place in the meantime.” You nodded towards the mirror while you pulled off the rubber gloves from your fingers, letting them snap slightly. You smirked once more when you saw Jaebeom swallow harshly. “You might feel dizzy when you sit up, staying in one position for so long can be quite straining.” You patted his upper thigh, brushing against his bulge, before you got up and cleaned your work space.
Jaebeom exhaled with a small hiss, his dick twitching from the touch just now. All that teasing, your words, your outfit, your body, everything played into his dirty thoughts, leaving him with a hard on. He couldn’t even focus on his new tattoo right now, falling back on the chair as he tried to figure out how he could get rid of his boner as quickly as possible.
“Do you want me to assist you?” You asked seductively as you stepped back to Jaebeom, one manicured finger running from his solar plexus down to his clothed dick. You palmed him through the pants as you looked back up to his face. “I could help you, if you want me to.”
“God yes”, Jaebeom breathed out, thinking he scored a jackpot just now. He watched you through half litted eyes as you crawled onto the chair and placed yourself between his legs.
Your manicured fingers swiftly opened his pants and pushed them down together with his boxers so his hard dick could spring free. You licked your lips upon seeing his thick cock betted on his lower stomach. You felt yourself salivating, wanting nothing more than to suck him off right now.
You leaned down and blew gently over his tip, seeing a shudder running down his body. A satisfied smile played over your lips as you started kissing the underside of his dick, starting at the base and slowly trailing up to the head, where the first drops of precum appeared already.
Jaebeom watched you intently, grunting every now and then. At first he was transfixed on your red lips but soon enough he noticed how you arched your ass up into the air, letting him get the perfect view from your behind through the mirror. A groan escaped his lips when he saw you weren’t even wearing underwear beneath your skirt.
You licked at the head of his cock, tasting his precum on the tip of your tongue. You hummed in satisfaction and started to lower your mouth around his thick shaft. You hollowed your cheeks and wrapped your tongue around his cock, bobbing your head up and down. Moans built up in your throat, vibrating into your mouth as you continued to suck him off, taking him as deep as possible.
Jaebeom placed one of his hands on your head, pushing some of your hair out of your face. He groaned when you looked up to him through your eyelashes, knowing he could cum just from that view. Your red lips wrapped around his cock, your breasts in perfect view and your ass up in the air, showing your dripping cunt thanks to the mirror behind you.
“Touch yourself”, Jaebeom commanded, eliciting an eager whine from you. His hips bucked up into your mouth once he saw your fingers play with your cunt. It didn’t take long until they were soaked in your juices and your moans became even more desperate around his dick now.
“Fuck.” Jaebeom pulled you off of his cock, relishing in the lewd pop your mouth made once you separated from him, a small string of saliva still connecting his dick with your lips. “I want you to ride me. Now.”
You bit on your lip and quickly shuffled upwards, straddling him on the chair. You only wasted one more look to his dark eyes, watching you intently before you lowered yourself on his hard shaft. You moaned when you felt the stretch of your walls, glad his thick cock filled you up so nicely.
Jaebeom grabbed onto your hips and gave you a rhythm you used to bounce on his lap. Every time you lowered yourself again, he thought he reached even deeper inside of you. You were tight and your cunt was sucking him in with every thrust. He heard the slick sounds your pussy made whenever he pushed into you, loving the sound. “Take off your top and bra”, Jaebeom told you, glancing from his cock slamming into you to your fingers fiddling with your shirt.
You were a moaning mess, feeling more and more dizzy with every time Jaebeom smashed his dick into you. Once you had opened all the buttons you threw the top aside and quickly moved your hands to your back, opening your bra as well.
Jaebeom groaned loudly when your breasts sprung free, bouncing up and down with every thrust into you. “Squish them”, he growled, his grip on your hips getting stronger from his lust.
You moved your hands seductively from your stomach up to your breasts, cupping them and massaging them.
“Play with them.”
Another whine escaped your lips as you started to play with your nipples, squeezing and twisting them to your own pleasure.
“Fuck”, Jaebeom growled and fastened his pace, ramming into your tight cunt with a new found lust. His dark eyes roamed all over your body. From your red lips, slightly ruined since the blow job, to you playing with your tits down to his cock filling you up so nicely. He moved one of his hands to your entrance, rubbing his thumb over your clit in small circles.
A shudder ran through your body, letting you choke on a moan. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head with the added sensation, electric shocks pulsing through you. Your mouth felt suddenly dry and your walls tightened even more around Jaebeom’s cock. A bundle of pure electricity tightened in your lower stomach, right where Jaebeom’s cock hit your spot. Your moans became louder and higher with every second and you slowly but surely struggled with touching your breasts.
“Cum for me”, Jaebeom demanded, staring right into your eyes.
The bundle of electricity exploded and for a moment you felt nothing but the pleasure roaming through your whole body.
Jaebeom grunted and thrusted even faster into you, until he himself came as well, shooting load after load of white, sticky cum into your tight little hole. He cursed again and stilled, feeling his cock pulsing inside of you before it softened again.
He sighed and looked at your fucked out form, loving the sight of it. There might be a chance that he wouldn’t get addicted to tattoos, but he’d definitely get addicted to fucking you senseless. And if he had to get a tattoo every time before he could do that, he would willingly do it every damn time.
You looked up into his face with a lazy smile, not having felt this full and good in a long time. You kind of hoped he would get another tattoo but something else came to your mind. “There’ll be a check up appointment in a month, where we can see if we need to redo some lines of your tattoo. I’d be open to do it for you again.”
A smirk played over Jaebeom’s lips. He’d definitely get addicted to tattoos in that case.
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