inked dreams - tattoo artist ! san
warnings : smut. pure smut. mdni. kinda mean-ish ! san, mentions of pain, tongue piercing, reader gets a tattoo, san has a hair pulling kink, dry humping, glove kink, overstimulation, dirty talk, praise kink, degredation kink, slight voyeurism, cheeky wooyoung, slight ot8 ? nic addict and stoner ! san ?
a/n : super ooc san. he’d never be mean :(
wc : 4k
the scene in your local tattoo & piercing shop was much different than the one you had just walked into. your original one was filled with middle aged men and irritated women high off their asses taking people in for some quick ink work. this scene seemed much cleaner. the floors shined with a sparkly finish and the walls were aligned with intricate work, most likely belonging to the artists of this shop.
you walked up to the front desk where a man with tattoos lining up his forearms stood. he was tall with a plump pair of lips and eyebrow piercings. walking up to the intimidating male, you gave him your full name and reason for visit. he smiled at you, showing off a pair of pearly whites. “first time getting a tattoo ?” he chuckled. you giggled, trying to fight the deep embarrassment you felt with the attractive man. “it’s my first tattoo, yeah. i’m a bit nervous because my friend got one and they messed it up so i’m a little worried.” you said honestly.
he began to laugh, eyes crinkling at the corners. you smiled a little, his face was contagious. “well, we’ve never had any complaints of messing up a tattoo but if you want our most careful artist, i suggest choi san. he’s a little pricey and a little grumpy but he’s the best at what he does. oh- i completely forgot to introduce myself. i’m mingi.” he said. you smiled at mingi, “hey mingi, it’s nice to meet you.”
at what seemed like perfect timing, a couple heads popped out from behind a curtain. “oy oy mingi, you’re not gonna introduce us to her ?” came a voice. it was one of the 3 men that were walking up to you. you felt as though you were about to faint. they were all so incredibly handsome. perfect noses perched atop perfect faces.. their hair was done neatly and you would’ve mistook them for models if it weren’t for the ink stained gloves adorning their hands.
one of them came and kissed your hand, “hello, ma’am. jung wooyoung at your service. what would you like tonight ?” your face burned at his comment while you coughed awkwardly. another one of the males piped up, smacking wooyoung upside the head. “stop it, will you ?” he said. after quietly scolding the artist, the man looked back at you. “i’m kim hongjoong. nice to meet you. i’m the owner of this shop. these are my tattoo artists, wooyoung and yunho.” you shook his hand that he had offered graciously. the chilling sting of his rings a huge contrast to your warm hand. “nice to meet you. you have a very lovely shop. its very neat and uh, i was wondering if i could get a tattoo with choi san..” you said awkwardly. all 3 of the boys looked at each other, giving each other a wide eyed look.
“uh, if it’s your first time here, i suggest yunho. he’s a little nicer.” hongjoong said with a nervous laugh. yunho gave you a small wave. you looked between the men, debating what to do. “you guys are confusing her. just let her go with san. it’s not like he bites peoples heads off.” mingi interjected. wooyoung was quick to jump back in, “no, remember the time he-” he couldn’t get to finish his sentence due to yunho’s hand coming back to smack him upside the head..again.
“don’t pay attention to him. he talks too much-” “i do not !” wooyoung argued. someone from a back room yelled back “do too !” you assumed it came from one of the other artists in their booths eavesdropping the conversation. hongjoong grabbed your hand and led you back to the desk, reaching over the counter for a couple sheets of paper. as he handed them to you with a clipboard and pen, he gave you a quick wink and told you to call mingi as soon as you were done.
as you finished your paperwork, you looked over the piercings box sections on the sheet. looking over it, “tongue piercing” seemed to be taunting you. after thinking it over for a few seconds, you checked the box. how bad could it honestly be ? you were now due for a tongue piercing and a tattoo on your inner thigh and under boob. it was much more than what you had planned but since you were here now, you’d deal with all the pain now too.
you honestly had no idea what to get, hoping that the man who would paint your body with ink had an idea. you looked at mingi who was typing away on a mac on his desk. “mingi, i’m done with the paperwork.” you said. he looked up at you with a bright smile, grabbing the paperwork and giving you a small card with a number on it. “alright, you go in as soon as your number is called, okay ?”
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the wait wasn’t very long. it was a sunday night and people had to be places the next morning so you didn’t expect a rush either. the second your number was called, you walked into a room lit with purple and blue neon lights. framed artwork and piercings of previous clients lined up along the wall, all the work was insanely neat. your artist for tonight had his back turned to you. he wore a muscle tee that exposed his ribs and arms, paired with dark, skinny ripped jeans. his dark hair was cut short and tattoos lined his nape and arms.
you hadn’t seen his face but you doubted that there would be any flaws. a snap of gloves against his veiny wrists brought you back to attention. he was facing you now, eyes staring venom into your poor soul. his eyelids were painted with dark eyeshadow and his lips were a rosy hue. there was metal going through all parts of his face; nose, lips, ears and eyebrow all decorated with pretty minimalistic metal. the small gleam of his nostril piercing shined against the cold hues of the room, a complete contrast to what you were feeling; hot.
“well, are you just gonna stand there ? i’ve other clients to get to.” he snapped. you now knew what the other boys meant by san being a little mean. you didn’t mind it, though. maybe you did feel like crying because of his shitty attitude but you didn’t wanna piss him off. god, what if he messed up your tattoo ?? yeah, there was no way you’d argue with him over anything. not only that, he seemed more intimidating than any of the other boys. his room was dark compared to when you passed by wooyoung and yunho’s. yunho’s was fillied with plants and video game posters while wooyoungs had plushies lying around.
san had various equipment, framed artwork, neon lights, lava lamps and several vape pens lying around. there was also the faint smell of weed that was masked by the scent of dettol. san was surely an impressionable character. his looks said everything about his personality so far.
you walked towards the dark leather chair in front of you, laying down and choosing to let him talk first. which he did with zero hesitation. “your name is y/n and you’re here for two tattoos and a tongue piercing ?” he started to laugh. “you a masochist or something, princess ? just looking for a world of pain in one night, huh ?” he clicked his jaw while pulling a couple materials together. your cheeks burned with his shameless comments. “uhm, yes that’s me.” you squeaked.
“you scared or some shit ? speak up.” he snarked once again. if you weren’t expecting his snarky response, you would’ve jolted. “y-yeah, that’s me. two tattoos and a piercing.” you didn’t deny that you were, in fact, a masochist. “have you decided on what you want ?” he asked. you were scared to hear his response, he just seemed like the type to get irritated if you didn’t know what you wanted.
“uh, no. i was hoping you’d have an idea..” you squirmed. hechuckled in response, “it’s your body, doll. why would i have any ideas ?” right... your face heated up for the nth time that night. “i like the artwork on your walls, did you do it ?” you asked. he stared up at the picture frames surrounding you too. his response to your question was calm and collected. “every single one of them.”
your eyes widened a bit. a little shy that you had someone as talented as him with you in the room, alone. “well, anything that seems cool is fine, to be honest. as long as you don’t write something dumb on me, anything goes.” he seemed like he knew what he was doing, so you gave him what he’d always wanted to do on someone; the option to do what he wants.
a devilish smile graced his features, as if he had something dark cooking. it honestly should have scared you but it didn’t. as he turned to grab some more materials and equipment, you were reminded that you’d have to lift your shirt up and spread your legs for him to tattoo you the way you wanted. it make your mind go into places it shouldn’t have.. but you honestly couldn’t help it.
“where do you want the first tattoo ?” he asked, nonchalantly. you were shy to answer, “uh, underboob ?” you said. he chuckled, “you sound as if you’re asking and not stating. where do you want the second one ?” once again, you replied while your soul felt like dying inside you. “my- my inner thigh.” san’s jaw clenched, eyebrow arched as he sighed. “you just keep surprising me tonight, huh ?” he turned again, this time towards you. “which one do you want first ? thigh or under boob ?” he said. you pointed towards your chest and immediately, he pushed you down by the shoulders. he lifted up your shirt, not bothering to ask for your permission.
“it’s gonna hurt, baby. you ready ?” he whispered. you nodded frantically, subconsciously placing your hand on his shoulder and squeezing. it was a bit of a intimate gesture considering the position you were in. he could see the band of your bra and your mid-riff was fully exposed for him to touch. if he moved up just a little bit, he would be in contact with your chest.
the iron in his hand began to click and he got to work. the first touch of pain made your nails dig into his shoulder as you gasped. san paused for just a second to stare at you, the dirty thoughts swimming in his head endlessly. “i’m giving you a tattoo, not fucking you. chill out.” you could’ve gotten whiplash from how fast you turned your head to stare at him. shock evident on your face. “what ? did i say something ?” he questioned innocently.
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both tattoos had gone by with much tension in the air. he was still in between your legs wrapping plastic film around your thigh. you didn’t miss the way he would caress your thighs. lingering touches here and there and the constant dart of his tongue to wet his lips. he looked so good. hair hanging over his eyes while his biceps bulged as he worked. you could’ve sworn he was perfect. the tension between you and the inked male was high. all you could hear was ‘’what you need’’ playing in the back and the buzz of his equipment.
the heavenly sighs that left his lips made you stare at him for longer, wanting to take him in. his hands gripped your thigh closer as he finished up what he was doing. san had moved up your body now, pushing your torso down and bordering on the verge of touching your chest. if you didn’t want him so close, you would’ve pushed him away. it was hard to admit but it was beginning to get difficult to hide your need for him.
the final move was when he was pushing two fingers into your mouth with a gloved hand. he was preparing to pierce your tongue and his harsh rubbery fingers pushing your tongue down was too much for you to handle. a loud whimper made its way past your lips. you were practically choking on your own saliva as it dripped down your chin. you could see the smirk on his face, clear that he knew what he was doing to you. he spread your thighs and slotted himself in between.
“you look so good like this, baby” he whispered. “i could take you right now.” his words rang in your ears, your eyes were droopy and a pretty blush fainted across your cheeks. you couldn’t help but moan around his gloved fingers. “s-san please.” you choked out. he giggled innocently, as if he wasn’t grinding his hard-on against your clothed cunt. “please what, pretty girl ? use your words, come on now.”
his teasing voice was going to be the end of you. you didn’t know how to ask him for what you wanted so you simply locked your legs around his waist to pull him closer. however, that didn’t seem to be good enough for san because he pulled away, shaking his head. “i thought i said to use your words. don’t be a dumb little bitch now. i thought you were smarter than that.” tears pooled in your eyes from his degrading words and the frustration that was building up in you.
“please, san. i want you to fuck me. please, sir.” your face burned as you voiced your needs to him. it made him happy, though, because he pushed you down and began to kiss you all over, starting at your thighs and leading up until he could pull your flimsy skirt down. he chuckled at the wet spot that had formed on your underwear, finding it heavily amusing. “didn’t know you could be such a dirty girl for me, princess.” he whispered as he kissed along your inner thighs, slotting his face right in front of your core. he took two gloved hands and pulled your underwear side, eager to see what awaited him.
he wasn’t disappointed though, because the second the cool air hit your cunt, he chuckled and dove straight into you. his tongue lapped messily at your folds, eager to drink in all that you had to provide. his movements were messy and desperate, as if he had been holding back. your hands had found purchase in his dark hair, pulling him closer and grinding against his tongue. san’s nose grazed your clit as his tongue fucked into you. “s-san please, please i’m gonna cum-” you whined as he kept on going.
he was pussy drunk, refusing to let go of your thighs and continuing even when the knot in your stomach had snapped. your thighs squeezed him closer, unable to let go. eventually, you tried to pull away from his menacing lips, begging for a break. “s-san please, it’s too much. i can’t take it anymore.” but instead of listening to your pleas, he slapped your thigh hard. giving you a sharp glare from between your legs.
“stop fuckin’ whining.” he growled. it wasn’t until four full orgasms later than he pulled away. your legs were shaking on the long reclined chair and the leather beneath you was a mess of your cum and arousal. the bottom half of san’s face was shining with cum while his eyes were glazed over with lust. you couldn’t believe how ethereal he looked.
you couldn’t believe when he pulled you close and kissed you. a hand gripping your waist and another wrapped around your neck. you couldn’t breathe with his hand restricting you of oxygen and it only caused more dizziness in you. feeling more drunk and out of touch with his lips against yours. he tasted so good, like mint and dark chocolate. it was a sweet combination, one that you could never complain about.
your hands wrapped themselves in his hair, tugging against his scalp. san let out a low moan, whimpering as you grinded harder against his restricted cock. you two were practically dry humping, leaving no space between you two. it seemed like san was beginning to get impatient because he was reaching for the hem of your crop top. he peeled it off your sweaty body, hands immediately fondling your breasts. sans greedy hands unclipped your bra with one hand and pulled it off you, throwing it somewhere in the dark studio.
he was desperate, wanting to feel you around his as soon as possible. he couldn’t lie to himself; you were the prettiest girl he had seen in a while. it almost made him upset when you told him that you were hesitant to come to him. he had heard all the other guys advising you to go to jongho instead of him and he honestly would not have cared, but having you a mess in front of him made his mind change. he would be upset again and again if you weren’t next to him.
he pushed you down against the seat, instructing you to lay back. san stood at the front, slotted between your legs. he pushed your cum stained panties to the side and rubbed two fingers up and down your slick folds. he sucked in a breath seeing your hole clench around nothing. san unbuckled his belt, quickly pulling his jeans down along with his boxers. his cock throbbed in his hands, thick and heavy with precum dripping from the trip. he moaned a bit as he gliding his tip between your folds, breathing getting more and more erratic.
you couldn’t believe how good he looked, sweat shining on his face and eyelids heavy. you couldn’t help but place your hand over your mouth when he pushed himself in. he wasted no time and bottomed out quickly, leaving you gasping for breath. you felt so incredibly full of him that your mouth was hanging open as your eyes glazed over. “san- fuck !” you yelled. you were trying hard to keep your moans to a minimum, knowing damn well that all the other boys were probably outside. he made it difficult, though. pulling your hand away and nipping at your collarbone.
“come on, baby. let them hear you.” he growled against your ear. “especially wooyoung. i just know how mad he would be that i got to fuck you before him.” he said with a light chuckle. his words sent a tingle straight to your core, making you clench around him. your body’s reaction didnt got unnoticed him, he teased you back almost immediately. “you like when i talk to you like that, huh ? dirty fucking girl. bet you love being defiled.” you moaned in response, once again choking against his fingers in your mouth. “you’re so pretty like this, baby. quiet down a bit or ‘m gonna cum inside you.”
you made more noises, refusing to obey him any longer. as he noticed your small act of rebellion, his hips snapped against yours even faster, knocking the breath out of you. your moans got louder as your nails scratched along his back. he felt so incredibly good, his tip hitting your cervix with every thrust. it hurt but it was nothing compared to the pleasure and the hot open mouthed kisses he was leaving on your body.
“g-gonna cum, san. please let me cum.” you whined. and he smirked back, letting his thumb graze over your clit as you got closer and closer. your body was shaking as your orgasm washed over you. unable to handle the treatment any longer, and it seemed san felt the same way due to his thrusts that were getting sloppier and inconsistent. “come for me, sannie.” you whined. it was the only trigger he needed to spill himself right into you, hips still bucking into you desperately as he tried to ride out his orgasm. “fuck- you feel so good, y/n” he moaned.
as his orgasm ended and you became a bit more in touch with reality, he pulled out of you. tucking his dick back into his boxers as he pulled his jeans up. he cleaned you up with paper towels as you lay there tired. unable to even blink right. your hair was a mess and body tired and aching, surely you’d see bruises in the shape of sans fingers by tomorrow morning. you couldn’t help the small feeling of sadness that you felt now that you had to leave him.
the tongue piercing was forgotten about and the two tattoo’s on your body ached. you could finally feel the searing pain on your inner thigh and torso. “fuck- it hurts.” you whined. san cooed at you, leaning to press a soft kiss close to the tattooed areas. “it’ll heal in a few weeks, baby. be sure to come back and get it checked out, alright ? if it itches, please don’t fucking scratch it. i’ll never tattoo you again.” he handed you a small folder with a set of papers and a satin bag containing what you assumed was items to help you take care of your tattoos.
you looked down at the designs on you. a fragment of his imagination was etched onto your body permanently. you’d remember this forever. “they’re beautiful.” you whispered. sna smiled, pulling you close and kissing the top of your head. “i’m glad you like them, princess.” the nickname made your stomach explode with butterflies. he was such a contrast to how he was when you first came in. he seemed almost like a nice guy now, a great difference from when you first walked in and you thought he was gonna kill you. as he helped you put your shirt back on, he pressed another kiss to your forehead, leading you off the chair. your legs were wobbly, which was expected considering the fucking he had just gave you in his workplace.
when you walked out, all the boys were scattered around the lobby. you saw three new faces who you assumed were jongho, yeosang and seonghwa from their name tags. they were just as handsome as the rest of the workers. they were all oddly quiet, not doing much but going on their phones the second you and san stepped out of his room. they had probably heard you both... it wasn’t difficult to see the very visible tents in their pants. it made your face burn that they had all heard you and san go at it. hongjoong avoided your gaze as you walked by, muttering a quiet “come back soon.” the only person who wasn’t shy to approach you was wooyoung.
you were lucky the parlor was empty besides the eight other men surrounding you, because you would’ve collapsed if he said this with anyone else around. “nice little show you put on for us, princess.” he said as he grabbed your chin. san stood next to you awkwardly, unsure of what to do. it’s not like he really wanted to tell wooyoung to back off anyway. wooyoung pulled your chin down, inspecting your tongue with a close eye.
with a nonchalant grin, he said, “no tongue piercing ? hm, i guess i’ll have to take care of that one next time. come back soon, yeah ?”
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