—AFTER HOURS
farleıgh x reader
w.c : 8,383
disclaimers: 18+, smut, nsfw, immoral tattooing, spicy, tattooartist!farleigh, edgy undertones, tattooing, drinking, brief harrassent, felix is a weirdo is this, praise kink, overstimulation, strong orgasm, squirting, temporary nickaname, heavy teasing, pining, freaky shit!
—synopsis: you have a long awaited girls night with your friends and forgot to watch your drinking. you are followed by a drunk predator before being helped by a reserved artist, wondering where the rest of the night is going to take you with him.
a/n: hi guyzz! im rlly excited for yall to read this one ..its so freaky..major disclaimer: farleigh goes by kai first as a nickname [teehee mixing universes], i do feel like this isnt some of my best writing bc of writers block but the plot is def 10/10! pls never do anything in this fanfic though bc that is unsanitary LMFAO. i rlly hope you like it! sorry for typos! all love ♡
「divider by @/cafekitsune」
it was a slow brewing saturday evening. your friends were texting the groupchat all week about going out tonight. you were excited yes, but dreading the, well, social part. you enjoyed going out and exploring new places. but god the people sometimes overwhelmed you. nonetheless, alcohol turns on that social switch in your brain. you knew you were going to be alright and have fun regardless of what happens tonight.
"ooh! im so excited [y/n]! it's been too long since you, me, and annabel have gone out!" venetia squealed as she ran past you towards the open-door bathroom. you were getting ready on venetia's bed, already dressed. you weren't one to worry about taking forever on clothes, but you did take your time on your makeup. you found your outfit the night prior, wearing black shorts, and a maroon turtleneck halter top. you went with gold accents; earrings, cuff, and a dainty necklace.
you heard the door from downstairs open and smiled, hearing annabel squealing out of excitement coming up the stairs. "[y/nnn]! are you excited?!" she giggled, plopping on the bed next to you. you share a laugh with her and swiftly move your wand away from your face as anna falls next to you.
"yes of course anna," you hummed while putting on mascara. as anna was on her phone, you noticed something on her arm, gasping.
"anna you got a tattoo?! and didnt tell anyone?" you grabbed her arm and began examining her clear fresh ink. annabel grinned like an idiot as you admired her tattoo, holding her nose up proudly.
"i kinda forgot honestly. but it's cool right?" you nodded in agreement. you loved when your friends added new body modifications. you always felt like it was accessorizing your own character.
"i got it done at saltburn tattoo parlor–" annabel started.
"thee saltburn tattoo parlor? one of the best shops in london?" venetia yelled in shock, slamming her hand on the bathroom counter. anna nodded proudly once more, giggling mischievously.
"i waited 4 months for my appointment. i wanted to get inked by the hot guy in there. his instagram page says 'inkedbykai'. he's so hot [y/n]." annabel grabbed your shoulders and shook you for the dramatics, emphasizing her attraction. you giggled as you were briefly shaken.
"how hot are we talking? because your type can be…questionable." you joked. you were being half serious though. annabel had a wild side therefore she attracted wild people. the fiery redhead cleared her throat and sat up as you began lining your lips with open ears.
"so i was with my coworkers and their friends smoking a cig right, and i heard my coworkers talk about saltburn a few times before, specifically about a certain artist." you paced a nod every moment she paused for a second. "they always mentioned how hot he was but he never really was a social one. he is one of the more popular artists in the parlor because he is so attractive. pretty brown skin, gorgeous face, the curliest hair– and of course his sexy tattoos hehe." you playfully rolled your eyes at anna's expressive motions, fully entertained for the moment.
"and he tattooed you?" almost immediately the redhead sighed loudly and dropped her shoulders.
"no. i got this other girl. she obviously did amazing but i wanted my eye candy during my appointment. it's not like i would have gotten a chance anyways since each artist has their own room they work in." anna explained and shrugged off her minor sadness.
"aw how unfortunate." you replied, tone clearly laced in sarcasm. anna smiled and pushed you lightly before hopping up to join venetia in the bathroom mirror.
"yes how unfortunate. but! the nightclub, sapphire's, is on the same block as the parlor. so maaaybe," annabel begins fixing her signature red lipstick. "he is also having a night out."
"well!" venetia huffed before smiling. "let's go see then shall we?" the three of you all shared looks before smiling big and screaming in excitement. you, venetia, and annabel choose your preferred club shoes before exiting venetia's flat.
°°°
the three of you stepped out of the cab in front of the tattoo shop. you thanked the driver before staring at the parlor. you looked to your right and saw the line for the club at the other end of the block.
"wow, they do share a block." you hummed, admiring the window art logo in black & white western bandito font. from what you could tell, they were closing soon but it looked gorgeous inside, presenting a rustic english with gothic victorian accents.
i might need to consider an appointment.
"its pretty." you said slightly lost in admiration.
"sure is, c'mon!" venetia pulled you and annabel along towards the crowd standing outside. you wondered how you were going to get in before looking at venetia wearily.
"its cool, relax. watch this," venetia tapped the security guards shoulder and there the man turned, his serious face quite literally brightening up. "heyy leo!" venetia smiled sweetly.
"hey venetia. just you and your friends? head on in." venetia kissed his cheek with a 'thank you' before pulling you and annabel inside. you giggled amongst your two friends before your jaw dropped while stepping in. techno pop music filled your ears as your eyes adjusted to the lack of clear light and to the colorful shades of blue laser lights dancing in the air.
huh ..i guess the blue color scene would make sense.
the floor glowed and flickered along with the music. the bar was lined with blue lights and he aesthetic gave a nearly cyber techno feel. dancers moved seductively on the mini stages and you laughed in shock. it was amazing in here.
"its fuckin' fabulous in here!" anna yelled through the music.
"it is! this is definitely on the list of good ones!" you replied, beginning to move to the music. venetia all of a sudden turned to face you and annabelle with shots.
"how the–!!" venetia hushed you and placed the shot in your hand. you immediately took it with no questions. you were going to have a good night tonight, so you bit back on any questions you had and just danced. venetia bought another shot for the group so you were 2 shots in on the dance floor. you grabbed your friends and began dancing, enjoying every moment. over the next 2 hours, you had downed about 6 shots overall, feeling fuzzy and light. you felt like the perfect amount of tipsy, thanking god you could hold quite a bit of alcohol. while you did feel good, you decided to take a break from the dance floor, letting venetia and anna know you were heading to the bar.
you made sure to keep venetia and annabel within your line of sight, asking the bartender for a water and a cosmopolitan on venetia's tab. the bartender immediately handed you a bottle of water and got to work on your order. you danced simply and sipped your water in your seat while watching your girlfriends dance with some guys they met. the men seemed respectful enough so you weren't worried. you thanked the bartender as you were given your other drink.
"here by yourself darlin'?" you immediately turned to your right to a tall brunette. you leaned back instinctively from the man and made sure to avoid eye contact with him. your heart echoed throughout your chest as you sipped your drink.
"no, my girls are on the dance floor." you replied plainly. you didn't particularly care to entertain sweet talkers. you weren't one for sugarcoating rejection for men, because you disliked persistence.
"oh that them eh? they're gorgeous." he commented with a chuckle.
"yeah, beautiful girl's i know." you sighed, thankful the music was loud enough.
"not as beautiful as you though. i'm felix." the man placed out his hand for you to shake only for you to just stare at it.
"and i'm not interested, sorry." you dismissed. as you took a third of your drink down the guy laughed, sucking his teeth.
"are you sure? you haven't even looked at me yet." you sighed visibly again before turning to fully face the smug looking man. he definitely wasn't your type, and his bowl hair cut was certainly unattractive.
"i'm looking, and i'm not interested." you assured firmly. you sipped two-thirds of your drink before standing and suddenly, you were regretting your purchase. you don't know why you let that man distract you as you were sipping your drink. you were anxiously sipping as felix spoke to you and you mentally smacked yourself for it. the room began to look frame by frame, the lights occupying your sight.
"woah, you want some help?" felix grabbed onto your arm to pull you in but you ripped yourself away from him, shaking your head.
"i–i'm fine.." you scoffed, stumbling back. you instinctively caught yourself and the brunette was saying something along the lines of asking if you were okay. you began to walk away from the bar and the music. you needed fresh air and needed it soon. while pushing through the small waves of bodies, the music began to drill into your head. you groaned, eyes glazing over in overstimulation.
you finally stepped outside, mumbling a 'pardon me' every few seconds. you walked down the sidewalk, hearing and feeling the music dissipate from your body. you were at the low stages of being drunk but luckily you could still fully walk and talk if you focused silently. you cool air blew against your revealed parts of your body and it calmed your senses. you then slowed your pace to a more relax drunken speed, keeping a hand on the wall as support
"hey..hey! let me help you darlin'." the brunette yelled while jogging after you. you turned your body to him, holding your hand out. you did your damndest to focus on the guy's movements, but he was less intoxicated than you, and bigger than you regarding height.
"i said– i'm fine– ..get off me.." you swatted his hand away and sped up your pace down the alleyway. but he kept close, attempting to grab your arm to stop you. you were just going to do a circle around the block, but the man suddenly pulled you violently into him. you thrashed around, swinging your arms out of defense.
"get– off of me! i don't want your hel–" you stopped short when you felt another pair of hands divide you from the brunette. you opened your eyes to another taller brunette holding felix by a fistful of his hair and by his shirt.
"she said to get off of her." the stranger repeated, shooting daggers toward felix in the orange alleyway light. you managed to see the half-lit cigarette between the man's lips, a light whiff of tobacco passing by your nose.
"okay man– okay .." felix tapped the guy's hands, signalling mercy. the stranger looked over at you, simultaneously letting felix go without breaking eye contact with yours. felix groaned from his now tender scalp and mumbled a string of curse words before walking away. your savior immediately walked up to you and gently held your arms, scanning your person.
"are you alright?" he questioned. you gazed at him silently. from what you could see under the alley light, the man was gorgeous. this had to be the guy annabel was rambling about. there was a faint smell of nicotine that passed your nostrils again when he walked up to you. you noticed his jawline and outlined coily hair.
"mmh-hm.." you managed to get out. the man sighed softly and slowly wrapped an arm around you, mumbling a 'c'mon'. you reluctantly followed though he did just save you, so you weren't particularly nervous.
"just relax okay? we're going to chill in here for a bit." your savior opened a black door to one of the buildings you two were walking behind. you followed him into the door and down the dimly lit hallway. the hallway had doors on the left and right sides. you wondered what was behind them before you noticed framed photos of people's bodies. there were huge tattoo pieces laid across them, some taking up huge portions of the body. this was the tattoo parlor annabel mentioned earlier in the day. from what you saw through the front window, the entire place was beautiful, decorated with golden framed pieces, intricately detailed vintage chairs, and older persian hall rugs. somehow, they still managed to mix modernism with it regarding the culture of the tattoo field with some edgy decor pieces like beautifully framed moths.
the man guided you to one of the open doors, revealing a beautifully expressed tattooing space. with low rnb music playing in the background, he sat you down in a chair against the wall before grabbing a bottle of water from the mini fridge next to you. the man kneeled down in front of you, assessing your person again. even when kneeling down, he met your eye level.
"are you hurt?" he asked. you shook your head, immediately stopping when things spun again.
"did you know him?" you shook your head again, slow this time. the man didn't push for you to talk, instead tapping the cold bottled water in your hand. you opened the bottle and sipped the beverage. as you drank, you felt the wave of nausea wear off, wishing the spinny vision went along with it.
the man opened the fridge again and grabbed a small tupperware. he opened to reveal half of a sandwich and a mixed variety of fruit on the other side of the tupperware. he set it on top of the mini fridge next to you before stepping away.
"eating will soak up the alcohol ..i'm sorry." you looked up from your lap, knitting your brows together.
"why're you sorry? you did nothing wrong.” you stated, clearing your throat quietly.
"i know, but going through that must've been terrifying." he explained. you didn't respond, sighing softly. you lifted your hand to eat a grape from the tupperware, content with the crunch it had. you began to eat the fruit quietly. the stranger took notice out of the corner of his eye, smiling ever so slightly to himself as he organized. he was stacking books, and throwing away any pieces of plastic waste that weren't already in the trash.
as you ate, you occasionally stole glances at your savior. the first thing you noticed from his height. he had to be over 180cm. he had a nice pair of shoulders on him, and god, you saw his tattoo peak from the short sleeve black t-shirt. on his left arm, it looked like the twisted tail of a snake that didn't go past his elbow. you wondered what was under that shirt. he had the curliest hair you'd ever seen, resembling small metal springs. they were so healthy.
"take a photo, it lasts way longer." the man suddenly said. his back was still turned away from you so you immediately flushed a pink, directing your attention to the container of food.
"i didn't mean to stare ..what's your name?" you began conversation to break the awkwardness in the room. the brunette sighed gently as he continued cleaning.
"i go by kai mostly. its what i'm known as around here." you arch a brow. what did he mean he 'went by kai?'.
"so it isn't your real name?" kai clenched his jaw, pursing his lips together as he continued to clean his space, wiping down the tattoo chair in the middle of the room.
"no, i don't like my real name. it’s too old-fashioned." you hummed in response before crossing your arms. curiosity was killing the cat and your head buzzed from the alcohol still occupying your system.
"well since we're using aliases, i go by carter." kai looked over his shoulder, cracking another half smile. he must admit that the unseriousness of this conversation was becoming a bit refreshing.
"well then it’s nice to meet you, carter." he sat down in a leather seat, metal rolling stool across from you now. you blushed gently under the man's gaze, his gaze lingering longer than expected. you mumbled a 'likewise' out of bashfulness and then a slow silence laid over the room. the radio played generic rnb songs lowly and kai, or so he said, exhaled briskly before going back to sorting his cyber flash sheets. you stared at kai as he did his job. he did it so sexily in your eyes.
suddenly, maybe very abruptly, your brain cells clicked, looking up to the tall brunette. "w-wanna give me a tattoo?" you blurted, immediately noticing the sudden jerked stop of kai's movement. kai turned to you with a deadpan expression.
"and you wanna ask as i’m cleaning everything?" he questioned firmly. you immediately flushed a bright red and looked down at your knees.
"im sorry. that was stupid im sorr–" kai scoffed playfully. he didn't know you were easy to rile up. it was cute on your person and probably only on you.
"you're lucky i enjoy my job. c'mere." kai pointed to the main chair in the middle of the room. you climbed into the chair, laying on your back. kai grabbed his flash book and placed it in your lap as he re-prepared the tattoo gun.
"you got an option and a place on your body?" you flipped through the book of pieces, admiring each and every one. you were a third of the way through the book before an art piece caught your eye. it seemed like a cyber sigilism piece with a central point being a heart. you enjoyed the accents & angles of the endings of the piece itself.
"this one." you pointed at it in confirmation. kai rolled towards you in the chair as he pulled a glove over his large digits, he looked at the piece you chose before finally smiling. you caught a glimpse of his canines, a heartbeat echoing throughout your limbs. maybe it was the alcohol lingering, but kai did have pretty teeth, pretty lips..
"that one? alright, where?" you cleared your throat to also interrupt your impulsive thoughts. you finally met kai's eyes again, brown mixing with [e/c]. you held his gaze as you slowly turned around on the chair, straddling it. kai's eyes broke the gaze first by trailing down from your eyes, to your shoulders, following down your arm to where your finger was pointing to your lower back. kai chuckled softly, his chest feeling warm.
"you uh– heh–..a tramp stamp?" you turned your head to look back at him, nodding with your big [e/c] sultry eyes. god knows you wouldnt dare make a move sober, but your mind tends to wonder when you become inebriated, and being around a tall, gorgeous tattooed man wasn't helping your case. you felt like a cat in heat under a lion right now and you enjoyed feeling like prey under kai. you admit you can naturally come off as flirty when you find someone a little attractive. you couldn't help but take the gamble to see if you can get with said person.
"you been drinkin’ carter?" you gulped, sitting up more awkwardly. were you acting drunk? you were feeling immature now. your heart got louder.
"would you be mad if i lied?" you sighed almost knowingly.
"not particularly but there is a scent of it. it's not me who would be bleeding a helluva lot because you wanted to lie. you seem pretty coherent, so it's your decision if you want to continue or not." something caught your eye. there was a glint, a glimmer of edge in kai's eyes. his aura seemed to darken somehow,and a shudder went down your spine. kai took notice of this before quickly glancing down with a laugh.
"i dont mean to intimidate you–" kai started.
"no," you cut him off. "i don't cry over spilled blood. i'm a big girl. but, in order to start, i want your real name." kai sighed an 'oh brother' with a wry laugh. he rolled his eyes but couldn't hold back his smirk. the air in the room got heavier and you felt even more like prey under the man's presence. something was off. you didn't mind it though. the buzz in your core matched the one in your head as you kept your eyes on him.
your mind was bubbling up thoughts that weren't deemed moral at all. "you're not gonna drop this are you?" he quiered, you shaking your head with a giggle.
"my name's farleigh. farleigh kai catton." farleigh revealed.
"farleigh," you repeated. "pretty first name, farleigh." the cury brunette bit his lower lip, trying not to smile as he began pouring the ink into the tiny capsule. something about the way you complimented him did something to him, an almost primal feeling.
"the name's [y/n] carter matthews." you revealed.
"beautiful name miss matthews," farleigh hummed smugly and sucked in his teeth.
"now since you wouldn't drop the name, you can drop your shorts." you looked at him in pure confusion. it wasn't clicking to you on where the tattoo was really going to be. farleigh saw the perplexed expression before smiling at your intoxicity.
"you want a tramp stamp ..meaning the area needs to be free for me to move properly sweetheart. the shorts would get in the way, you understand?" it finally clicked in your head that farleigh was just doing his job. you quickly nodded before unbuttoning your shorts you wiggled out of them. farleigh casually looked away to fill another ink capsule. your shorts revealed black lace panties and an everlasting blush laying across your face. you always tend to forget how no-filtered tattooed shops can be. you believe they are the group of people who've really seen it all. farleigh turned up the music no louder than 2 more notches to hear you in case you needed to talk. farleigh didn't take any shame looking at your curves and pretty panties. they were pretty. they'd be even prettier ripped on the flo–
"thought you were going to get lucky tonight huh?" farleigh taunted to break the upteenth moment of tension. you laughed dryly while getting comfortable.
"fuck you .." you murmured sassily. farleigh only chuckled again a surprised 'o’hoh' laugh. his tone knocked down another pitch, causing a shiver to run through you. you were tipsy, in your underwear, with your backside facing a sexy mysterious stranger in a tattoo parlor. the thought of this being overly spontaneous briefly crossed your mind, but you did enjoy spontaneous things.
"you want it above your back dimples?" farleigh asked as he swallowed thickly at the mere sight of ass in front of him.
farleigh pumped the foot lever, increasing the height of the chair to his preferred height. your backside was now towards the height of where farleighs abdomen was when he sat down. your ass was now in this attractive man's face. you had to calm your jittery mind from feeling too much embarrassment. he began the process of shaving your lower back and priming your skin for the stencil. you fully spaced out, in the attempt to keep yourself calm. you only had a few tattoos, a chain cuff on your bicep you shared with your best friend and some writing on your collarbone. this was going to be considered a big piece on your body.
"i have back dimples?" you snapped out of your thoughts to turn to him. farleigh nodded with a small grin before meeting your eyes. you nodded in response and exhaled before going back to your thoughts. farleigh sighed, keeping his eyes only on the stencil, or trying his best. with how you looked back at him, your back arched and facing away from him, he already expected his body to warm up.
you were his type. his type, and doing a tramp stamp on his type during the late night wasn't ideal for him, but luckily you were facing away from farleigh so if he were to get riled up, he could calm himself down before the tattoo was done.
"ready?" you nod again, hearing the tattoo gun turn on. you kept your lower body completely relaxed but held onto your arms in tension. the needle finally hit your skin and it felt like brief warm pinches. it wasn't life-threateningly painful but if you were to rate it, you'd give it a 6 out of 10. you relaxed the rest of your body some more before turning your head to a more comfortable spot in your arms. you listened to the gun and the music in the background, occasionally humming along. over the course of the hour, you and farleigh made small talk, talking about the general facts of each other's life.
you learned farleigh lived in london for the majority of his life, had a degree of liberal arts under his name, and had a grey cat named lola. you didn't peg him to be an animal guy, but a pet cat makes sense. he seemed a bit more reserved as he talked about his daily life. he is usually fairly booked up regarding the tattoo shop but works at a bar 2 days a week. "do you make good tips as an attractive bartender?" you queried, moving your head just slightly in his direction. farleigh laughed slowly as he was finishing a line on the stencil before starting another.
"you think i'm attractive?" farleigh inquired with a cheeky tone. you could tell he was smirking like an idiot just by how he sounded. your face was gaining color but you couldn't move. you simply owned up to it. "well would you rather i call you conventionally attractive?" you replied snarkily.
"i'd rather you to walk around the bush instead of beatin' on it sweetheart." your chest felt warm now. as a matter of fact, your entire body was warming up from the nerves. you exhaled slowly before swallowing the lump in your throat.
"yes, you are attractive. and you still didn't answer my question." you muttered. farleigh was almost done with the line work on your tattoo, smiling like an idiot. ruffling your feathers was good entertainment for him tonight. he finished the line work and turned off the gun before going to stand up.
"if you must know, i do make good tips. being 196cm high flipping cups and bottles, with tattoos in a black button-up tends to attract more attention than desired." farleigh walked around and bent down to your eye level with a cheeky smile.
"wanna see the progress?" you matched his smile and got up, being immediately reminded that you were half naked. you stood up and looked in the mirror anyways, admiring the clean work. truth be told, your ass also looked good with the tattoo and you arched your back a bit more in confidence.
"its pretty ..how long for the shading?" you mumbled whilst continuing to admire yourself. farleigh watched from the chair, eyes glued to you. his body nearly ached at the sight. farleigh chewed on his bottom lip slowly, studying your gorgeous features.
"hmm ..– well i mean–" he began, chalking it up to catch himself lagging. "another hour maybe. we can also just reschedule–"
"finishing it tonight is fine, yeah?" you interrupted, turning your head to look at the brunette. farleigh only nodded, suddenly grabbing a lanyard of keys from on top of his shelf.
"i'll be right black. i'm going to go lock up. you just stay here and look pretty." and with that, farleigh exited the room.
was he flirting? did he just call me pretty?
you dwelled on it for a few seconds, smiling to yourself. you liked this game he was playing. and you certainly were posing in the mirror on purpose. you knew it didn't hurt to test the waters, but now its looking safe to jump in even. you sat back down in the same position, when you heard farleigh coming back.
"now, for the shading, you might bleed ..y'know ..since you have been drinking." farleighs word made sense. you knew the risks though. being with a man like farleigh only reassured you wanted it done.
"i'll be okay. i just want it done." you shrugged. farleigh stared at you for a handful of seconds before sucking his teeth in reluctance. you didn't seem like the type to endure pain, but maybe he was wrong from the start.
"alrighty then. just don't run then yeah?" you bit your lip at his choice of words as a certain heat grew in your core. you slowly closed your legs for a split seconds from the feeling of butterflies. you braced for pain before farleigh began the shading process. it felt like continuous cat scratches, with a hot knife. by the 15 minute mark, you'd finally strained out a painful moan. farleigh took notice, taking glances after he finished a line. you whispered another pained sound.
"you're doing so good [y/n]." he commented, his gloved hand holding you securely. you tried your best to focus more on where his hands were on your body rather than the several needles stabbing you. over the course of 45 minutes, you bitch and moan. you had tolerated the first 30 without audibly cursing.
it gets to the end of shading and farleigh noticed you had been rather slowly inching away from his hands further up the seat. it was so subtle he could only tell now when he was finishing up. the way your arms flexed while holding your head sent a pulse through his body. the curve of your arch accentuated as the pain lengthened over the course of the hour. you began to feel hot from the pain, a meek whine running past his lips.
"we're almost done. you wanted it. so you're going to sit here and take it like a good girl sweetheart." he's right. you wanted it, and you wanted it bad. not the tattoo, but him. he knew what he was doing. the ball was in full play and it was your turn.
"don't think i havent noticed you running [y/n]." you then felt his large hand grab your hips and pull you off the chair, and onto his lap. for a split second, you forgot about the pain and could only focus on the tent pressing up against your clothed cunt. you were getting nervous but so hot and bothered. you control the instinctive urge to roll your hips before looking back at farleigh. whining, you hope he'd budge but he doesn't bother.
"you're right– ah– i do want it .." you exhaled wearily from how your skin ached. you heard the gun turn off and felt farleigh shuffle just a bit. you looked back to him leaning backward to reach his desk, grabbing a sealed packet of something, he placed it back in his tray next to some paper towels and a water wash bottle. farleigh picked up the gun and continued with no warning which caused you to gasp slowly.
what a bitch move. you slowly unfolded your arms and grabbed the sides of the chair to push your forehead into the leather cushion.
"fuuck." you seethed, tone mixed with arousal and pain. it felt so good, and so bad all together. the needle merely tamed you from pouncing onto farleigh. farleigh cooed and coaxed you into sticking it out, saying things like 'you're doing so good for me' or 'just like that'. frankly his praise was not helping at all and you knew he knew what he was doing saying those things to you.
you started to bleed, farleigh immediately making sure to wipe it away. he noticed every time he stopped to wipe excess ink off an area, your hips would roll against his, causing a dreamy sigh to escape past his own lips. he was getting hard, and you knew what you were doing. you felt so dazed with the buzzing of the gun, the buzz of your own, and the tension of the room collapsing onto the two of you. you felt the firm tent in between your thighs, feeling a throb every few seconds. you held back an arousal chill from going down your spine and continued to move only when the gun was off your skin. you could feel the slightest cool of the blood seeping through your pores and forming drops on the surface of your skin.
"almost done." farleigh mumbled, but he began shading a portion that made you squeak and nearly jolt from the hot pain. your hips were moving away from his hands again and up off farleighs lap. farleigh chuckled and let you move, holding the gun back. he admired watching you relax again with your back rising from your slow, erotic-pained breaths. as you were composing yourself with paying no mind to the brunette, farleigh sighed again more dramatically before leaning forward to kiss your shoulder. you flinched and immediately relaxed, allowing him to caress your back with slow, wet kisses. they caused you to gasp and let out breathy moans.
"you wanted it," farleigh murmured against your skin, silently undoing his pants. "so take it."
you felt his gloved fingers outline the fabric of your panties, trailing them between your asschecks before reaching your second pair of lips. you sucked in a slow breath as his fingers simply lingered over your folds, occasionally over your swelling clit. you pushed your hips into his hand, but he then pulled his hand out from your underwear and pulled off the glove.
"you ready?" he asked in a low tone into your ear. he basically loomed over you even while sitting.
"for what?" you replied, opening your eyes to look back at him. but as soon as u did, he swiftly scooted you back on his lap, where his cock sat in between your ass cheeks, pressed up against your pulsating pussy.
shit.
you whined and pushed up against him, but his hand held your hip in place. "not until i finish." he stated before starting up the gun again. as a responsible tattoo artist, farleigh would never want to jeopardize the health of the tattoo. so he kept his ungloved hand away from the area, stretching the skin from a further distance on the back when needed.
"farleigh–" you protested.
"not. until. im done." you annoyingly huffed and kept ur head pressed against the chair. his cock throbbed against your pussy, which then clenched in response. the panties were the only boundary. farleigh wanted to get this done as smoothly and quickly as possible you rail right here in this parlor. he was finishing one last shaded part, wiping away blood before you were pulling away again. farleigh's patience was stretched thin. and it had now snapped.
"fine, since you can't wait until i'm done.." he scoffed and swiftly moved your panties to the side before rubbing the head of his cock along your second folds. he lifted your hips and sat you down on him. your eyes widened and your body went immediately limp by the sudden wave of pleasure. you felt every inch fill your walls, even gracefully brushing up against that spot.
"oh fuck–" you managed to say, staying immensely still. you felt like a cat who got its neck grabbed, feeling frozen. you felt good everywhere inside though, the pain of the tattoo being overruled. farleigh noticed how still you went, chuckled.
"hm, didn't think you'd go completely limp under some dick [y/n]. if i didn't know any better i'd say you were a needy little slut .." you couldn't respond, only replying with a whimper.
the gun went back on for the last time for farleigh to finish the last tiny portion of your tattoo. farleighs cock throbbed in you as he finished up, signalling he was also as eager as you were. after the 2 longest minutes of your life, you heard the gun turn off for good. you felt farleigh shuffle again, wondering if it was truly finished. farleigh had decided to take a pic of such an erotic sight from an above angle. the tattoo, your pussy lips around his thick cock, he wanted to cherish this. farleigh grabbed the paper towel and water, spraying the water on the irritated inked skin.
"f-fuck its cold–" you hissed. "no warning?"
"i think you like no warning, [y/n]. you like the element of surprise." farleigh hummed as he wiped the excess ink-mixed water. you then felt him spray water again, this time he allowed it to trail down your ass, between your asscheeks and down to where he was plugging your hole. "damn.." he whispered, continuing to watch the water drip around your lips. they clenched every few seconds, farleigh feeling your walls clenched around him.
"it’s cold." you murmured again, slowly beginning to move your hips but farleigh stopped you again.
"yeah i know, but its needed. one more thing, needy slut." you smiled at the new nickname, you wanted to show him how you could live up to it but you stayed put, allowing him to finish his job.
farleigh grabbed the sealed packet and ripped it open. it was a thin piece of plastic and he pulled off a plastic cover, laying the thin piece over your tattoo. he made sure it was secure before throwing leftover plastic packaging on his tray and rolling it away.
finally.
you leaned up against the leather chair and looked back at farleigh with his cock buried in you. you began to move your hips slowly but he continued to talk, and clearly struggled.
"the plastic is basically a– mmh–..second piece of protective–" farleigh then sighed briefly, his eyes glazing over in a daze as you rode him gracefully. he had to keep his composure to at least explain safety. "–protective skin layer ..y-you can take it off t...tomorrow–"
"uh huh–" you grinned, continuing to fuck him. a groan escaped farleigh and he tried his best to continue to speak while you enjoyed his struggle.
"when you wake up, rinse with water and anti– ..a-ant–..fuck.. hah fuck–"he whispered, looking up at you who was clearly enjoying themselves a little to much to his liking. suddenly, he grabbed your hips and held them in place as he began to deep stroke you.
"sshiiit–.." you dragged, immediately losing strength as he took over. farleigh heard you curse and laughed, keeping it slow.
"you gotta let me finish giving you the safety rules because this is my job [y/n], understand?" you heard the firm tone in his voice which caused you to obey quicker than usual, but he was filling you with every slow stroke he took.
"yes ...s–sir." you breathed out and finally submitted to stay put.
"now, when you wake up, wash gently with antibacterial soap and water and pat it dry," his large fingers slowly wrapped around your neck from behind, tingles shivering down your back. you were ready to be plowed open. god you trembled at the mere thought that was about to happen in seconds.
"do you understand?" he asked again.
"after drying it, i want you to rub a thin layer of healing ointment on it and continue that twice a day for a week, understand?" you only nodded, his cock simply leaving you incoherent, but farleigh didn't allow that. he gave you a small series of quick thrusts which resulted in a handful of loud moans coming from your lips.
"–yes sir ..y-yes sir." you moaned, gripping the seat of the chair below you. he smiled, pulling you closer into him by ur throat.
"well then, lets get started." farleigh started fucking you at a steady pace immediately. it was like counting every inch on every stroke because he'd fully pull back before entering all of you again. he was going to ruin you tonight. farleigh moaned when he'd pushed deeper every few strokes. your walls were so wet and warm and he wanted to use you like a pocket pussy. farleigh began to fuck you standing up. the slick wet sounds of your lips around him turned you on even more as he stuffed your insides.
"fuck– ohh fuck farleigh.." you seethed. you couldn't believe how good he was fucking you. your eyes didn't see the room unless farleigh stopped for a moment, because they'd only see the back of your head. you could hear your own pussy sucking farleigh off, getting the shivers all over.
"agh– fuck." farleigh huffed, slowing down. when he did, he felt another head rush as he watched you fuck him back needily. you moved your hips, fucking farleigh in near desperation. you needed him in an incomprehensible way, a primal need to be filled with his cum.
but farleigh had to slow down or he was going to cum in the blink of an eye. you were basically sucking him in and your wet walls were hot against his cock. he wanted to savor every moment, every stroke, and every moan . farleigh then pulled out and turned you to face him. it was refreshing to see his pretty face again, especially with how turned on he visibly looked. he sat leaned down and stood you up. you smiled, happy to be face to face with him again. he smiled at you, picking up one of your legs. he held it in the crevice of his elbow, lookin down to see your pussy fully exposed with his cock lining up to pound it.
"what if i fall?" you asked quickly, holding onto farleighs arm as you stood on one leg. farleigh chuckled, positioning his legs to hold both of you securely.
"i wont let that happen. now, open up for me." he whispered against your lips. as he pushed into you again. you gasped from the new angle, staring into farleigh's eyes as he now pushed up against your g-spot. your eyes immediately began to glaze over. you were going to lose your mind in this position.
"ah– ..oh– oh, god ..fuck." you cried happily. you felt your walls tingle from being stretched so easily. you were already beginning to shake as farleigh continued to fuck your g-spot. your core was burning now.
"farleigh– shit.. farleigh!" you moaned into his mouth, struggling to kiss him but you oh so wanted to badly. your eyes rolled back and your hips began to buck. you went fully incoherent as you suddenly felt a splash between the two of you. with every stroke, you squirted, letting out the most desperate of moans in farleighs arms. your walls clenched harder as you sprayed him which caused him to slow down again. a shudder went down his body as he almost finished then and there. almost.
"please..please dont stop." you begged. you only wanted one thing now, to be fucked and used like a pocket pussy. he started maneuvering his hands to slide under your legs before getting his arms fully under your thighs to hold your ass securely. farleigh's cock poked at your entrance and you gasped, your heart dropping for a moment but you were curious if it was going to fit. farleigh caught your eyes with his before slowly entering you. he began to move you, using you as if you were his own personal toy. immediately gave you one long stroke, and you gasped loudly because it scared you because it was the deepest you had ever felt him.
"w-wait" you grabbed his shoulder out of fear. farleigh stopped all movements, scanning your face.
"what? did i hurt you?" he asked in noticeable concern. you chuckles breathlessly, smiling bashfully. now you felt embarrassed you had nerves.
"no i-...i-ive never done this before and it went super deep …but ..just go slow okay?” farleigh nodded and smiled reassuringly at you. he began to move your hips again. you felt his size at a different angle now and it was ruining your mind now. he was hitting a spot right above your cervix that set off alarms in your brain. you were nearing your climax.
"mmm.." farleigh hummed contently. his mouth hung agape as he held you from under your thighs, moving you up and down to his liking. the best part was you were taking all of him, down to the base of his cock. you had a hand wrapped around his neck and the other gripping his shoulder whilst being fucked you into heaven. farleigh began to fully stroke you again with your hips fully connecting to his on every thrust. you wore a broken doll eye expression; one eye closed, the other endlessly rolling back with your mouth fully agape. the amount of ecstasy pulsing through you shook your limbs and your thighs violently shook in farleighs slender hands. your toes curled and pointed with an occasional hip twitch. you were trying hard not to fall over the edge.
"you wanna squirt again? yeah? hmm?" the hung brunette taunted and chuckled. that smug laugh didn't help. it shook your stomach into millions of fireflies, not butterflies, because your core burned and your walls twitched.
"y–yeahghh.." you answered weakly in pure emotional-physical overload. immediately after you replied you began the water works, squirting on every thrust with a staggered cry for full 30 seconds. the burning feeling of your core overwhelmed you. every squeeze of your pussy sent you into a mental frizzy. every sense of yours was sent into overdrive as farleigh fucked you silly.
farleigh watched the tears on your face. you looked a beautiful mess, and he knew you were enjoying yourself because you were begging endlessly and you kept moaning lewd submissive things. how you wanted to be used like this everyday, how he made you so wet, how his cock stretched you thin. farleigh picked up speed and aggression. you were going to milk him if he kept it up. you knew there was no way in hell you were gonna stop a hook up like this. you were going to take farleigh's cock like a good girl and recover for the next week.
"yes ...yes– yes ..yes!!" you yelled. your brain was in full overdrive. your eyes had rolled fully back and your body couldn't take it anymore. you wrapped your arms fully around farleighs neck and hugged him close as you moaned in tears. your entire body shook in his arms but he adjusted his grip to keep you in place as you became a screaming, shaking mess.
"you wanna cum like this don't 'cha? you wanna finish all over me yeah ..go ahead [y/n], cum for me," as if his words were the trigger, you sucked into a long gasp.
"yeah ..yeah, there you go ..atta girl." your legs locked up and your vision flashed white. your nails dug into farleighs nape before your walls began to violently contract around his cock. a burning intense wave washed over your core and you fully convulsed in the man's arms. you felt like a star exploding. you felt every fiber of your being was dipped in ecstasy. you couldn't think, your mind filled with a loud blank tone buzz, farleighs voice sounded so far away. you felt pure bliss, the pleasure coming in waves. all of a sudden, you let go of the breath you were holding and realized yourself crying in farleighs hands.
"[y/n] breathe, please ..it's okay. i'm so sorry. are you in pain? look at me.." farleigh was sitting down with you in his lap. you blinked slowly and got a hold of your breathing, sniffling.
"i .." you began, looking around for a moment. your head felt fuzzy but you were mentally present for the most part. you damn near couldn't stop your legs from trembling though.
"i think ..i ..had an outer body experience." you said between breaths. you wiped your soaked face and looked up at farleigh who looked scared.
"are you ..okay?" he asked cautiously this time. u sniffled and paused for a moment before nodding.
"did i hurt you in any way?" you shook your head, finally connecting the pieces. you laid your head in the hollow of his neck and made a meek sound of some sort.
"no farleigh, you didn't hurt me." you said slowly, still trying to calm your heart. "i think ..i had the strongest orgasm of my existence." farleigh laughed wearily. cupping your face with his hand.
"so, it was so good you cried?" you whined shyly, hiding your face even more.
"it was a really ..really strong orgasm." you admitted, sniffling again. "i actually only saw white and my ears rang for a bit, so.. i didn't hear you if you said anything after you told me to cum." farleigh tried his best not to laugh again but a warm-hearted chuckle couldn't help but escape his mouth.
"christ [y/n], you scared the shit out of me. i thought i was 'bout to be put on a register." you covered your mouth and sniffled a laugh before shaking your head quickly in response.
"i promise you only just gave me the best hookup of my life farleigh." the brunette bit back a smile, feeling his face warm up. he looked down at you before finding anything else to look at, knowing it was now or never to get it off his chest.
"and if i didn't want it to just be a hookup?" farleigh theorized. you froze for a moment before looking up at him, seeing he was looking only forwards.
"then .." you began before scanning farleigh's anxious body language. you then smiled and pecked his lips. "it won't be just a hookup. stay the night with me and let's see where this goes." farleigh was taken by slight surprise before smiling again. he engulfed you into a nuzzling bear hug whilst you giggled in his arms. the both of you sat together in silence, listening to music while already thinking of round 2.
© orngeblossm , do not copy my work.
ty for reading !!
