➠ pairing: client!lucas x tattoo artist!reader ➠ genre: pwp ➠ warnings: dry humping, lucas monster cock ➠ w.c: 373 ; time stamp
➠ author’s note: just a little thing to get the weekend started! happy friday everyone 💕🕊
[ 3:47 PM ]
This isn’t Lucas’ first time at the shop. You try to remember the first moment you saw the boy - it had been a couple months ago when he had sauntered in, all long legs and ripped jeans, for a piece on his rib cage. You had spent the better part of that session trying to make casual conversation while doing your best to ignore how each of his low grunts would send a shiver of arousal down your spine. By the end of the session, your relentless fantasies about your client’s unbelievably large hands and irresistibly plump lips had you squirming in your seat in an attempt to find a way to relieve the dull throbbing in your panties. You remember feeling guilty for how unprofessional your thoughts had been, especially since Lucas had actually been so sweet with his big smiles and silly jokes.
In this moment, guilt is the last thing you’re feeling, all your other sensations overwhelming you as you taste just how sweet Lucas really is. In comparison, sitting on a client’s lap to place the stencil transfer on his bare chest is much more unprofessional than simply imagining it, but Lucas had been the one to take hold of your waist, pulling you closer until you straddled his lap and telling you that this position would make it more fun for the both of you.
“W-we really shouldn’t be-- ngh!” You’re unable to finish your sentence when Lucas’ grip on your waist tightens, helping you grind down on his clothed cock harder. You whine. It already feels so big.
Lucas presses a wet kiss over the mark he had been sucking into your neck, and when he speaks, the deep tenor of his voice resonates against your hot skin. “Do you want to stop?”
You should say yes, you want to stop. You should push yourself off his lap and tell him that you want to wait to do this another time, a time where no one would be able to walk into your tattoo shop to find you dry humping your very handsome client in the middle of a session. But you don’t want to stop.
And how could you ever lie to a face like that?
















