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Cw: Heavy praising, daddy and mommy kink, unrealistic pegging, femdom, slow/passionate sex, small rough play, age gap (Armin 20 you 30), and last but not least, weed usage.
Pet names used: Pretty, baby boy, mommy/daddy.
Stud tattoo artist x client Armin.
"Welcome to black ink. Appointment or walk-in?" You asked as you sat behind the front desk, making a sketch for an appointment for the next day.
"Walk in." A light male voice speaks up. He walks over to the front desk, the sounds of his sneakers getting closer making you look up from your work. Whoa.
You've met a lot of fine people during this job of yours, women and men, but this particular blue-eyed blonde caught your attention pretty fast. Wait. "You look familiar. Haven't I seen you before, foreigner?" You sat up behind the counter, putting your work back into the folder.
"Um, yeah. I came here when I was younger, with my parents. I got my ears done, now I'm here for a neckpiece." As he spoke, his German accent thick, you passed him the sign-in clipboard, which he used. As his big hands held the pen, your eyes couldn't get off his beautiful face and soft features. He grew up, that's for sure.
Once he was done, he lifted his head and made eye contact with you, making his fair skin heat up into a gentle red color. You smiled a little, the jewels on your bottom teeth blinging, which catches him off guard. "So...Armin. What's the piece you wanted today?." You paused your sentence, reading his name off the clipboard before meeting his eyes again.
His hand shuffles in his pocket before pulling out a piece of paper. It was blank, no bigger than a credit card until he started fidgeting with it, unraveling it until it had a sketch. "Wow... you drew this?" You leaned forward, examining the flowers that were drawn in pencil. "Yeah, I did. Since I had it, it's been kinda special to me. I want it right here." He pulled down the collar of his shirt just a bit, his hand going over the skin he wanted the art placed.
You on the other hand was watching something else. You couldn't help but to check this now young man out. His bowl hair cut now gone, he looked amazing as he grew into his features.
The way his scar-covered hands went over his neck was a sight to see. There was no way in hell you were this down bad. You pressed your lips together as you started coming back to your senses. "Yeah that would look good..." you reached forwards and ran your fingers from below his ear to the front of his throat, searching for nothing particular.
He shivers underneath your touch, visible bumps rising on his skin. "Alright. You trust me enough to freehand?" His eyes met yours as you pulled away. Did he? He only just met you. But by the way, your eyes looked, he felt like he knew you for a while. "Yeah, I do." He mumbled, a bit nervous about this new experience.
You smiled at how soft his voice got, a little chuckle escaping as you walked around the desk with the paper in your hand. "You know where my station is." You nodded your head backward as you passed the shorter boy. You glanced back at the boy as you pulled the gate over the door and closed down the building. By the time you were done, it'll be closing time anyways.
You walked into your clean office. Black and gold your favorite colors as they decorated the room. Armin was already sitting awkwardly on the doctor-styled chair, swinging his feet as he looked down at his hands.
"Nervous?" You spoke lowly as you walked up to your station, closing your door behind you. He flinched a bit at the sound of your voice, not knowing you would come in quietly. "Um- yeah I am... My first tattoo, and it's on my neck." It's his first at many things huh? "That's alright, I'll help you relax, how does that sound?" As you talked, you looked over your features.
Your glossed thick lips, your soft hands that were covered in tattoos, and your pretty eyes. When he was younger he was too busy crying over the pain to realize how pretty you were, it sent shivers down his spine at how pretty you were.
"How are you gonna do that?" He watched your hands move around your station, cleaning the area and pouring ink in clear caps. When he asked this question, your eyes traveled to the top drawer of your stan. "What do you think?"
"Take off your shirt" with now lidded eyes, the boy in the seat passed you the blunt you rolled and grabbed the hem of his shirt. You leaned back on your office chair with red eyes and watched him slip the material off his body.
Where did your professionalism go when he walked in?
Your low eyes slightly raised at his upper half. You weren't expecting a ripped body to come with such a small boy, what'd he do for a living? You placed the blunt between your lips once more and slowly inhaled, your eyes slowly traveling his body as he sat back in the chair. "Ready?" You asked as you blew out the thick smoke, your thumb coming over the bud of the blunt to put it out.
Armin watches your moves, grey eyes not leaving your body as you came closer to him with your chair, the tattoo gun in your right hand. "Yeah, I am." His voice came out low and his words slow. This new feeling he felt was amazing, it's definitely what he needed after years of constant pain and service.
Your gloved hand reached over to the gun machine before flicking it on. The soft motor of the gun made him close his eyes as he turned his head over to the side.
"You're doing so good Armin, you look so pretty already." You were already an hour in, your constant praising and compliments keeping him distracted from the pain. You had noticed how he aggressively chewed on his bottom lip with each praise, the slight whimpers that came out of his mouth with each compliment.
You didn't think that was the cause though. It was his first time getting a tattoo, on his neck with that. But then his face started darkening, his fair skin showing a now rosy color. You knew that wasn't from the irritation.
"Armin?.." you raised the needle off his skin before looking up into his eyes. He peeks his right eye open, looking right at you. "Y-yeah?" He stuttered out, panic and embarrassment starting to go through his body, his reply fast making him want to sink in the leather seat.
"What's happening pretty boy? We can take a break if you want." Your voice was naturally soft as you spoke, making him feel relaxed with each time you opened your mouth. And god, the compliments.
"Let's take a break." You spoke for him, your left hand already turning off the machine. He slowly turned his head to face you as you stood up to throw away your gloves. "Are you feeling okay?" You raised your brow as you come back to him, your body hovering above his as you looked down at him.
He chews down on the inside of his cheek as he looks up at you, his flushed face spreading down his ears and neck as he takes in this image, wanting so badly to see you naked on top of him...wait.
"Hello? Armin, babe." You lower your hand, taking his warm cheek into your hand. "H-huh? Oh- yeah, I'm fine. I'm just a little flustered." He watched as your eyebrow raises, your eyes scanning his upper body. This makes him shift a little underneath your gaze, causing the tension to rise.
"Flustered hm? You look good flustered." Sheesh, flirting so openly. What happened to the quiet anti-social shop owner huh? Gone like it never happened. You chuckled when you seen his eyes widen, the flirting making him shift as he grew even more flustered. "Thank-thank you so much." He stuttered, making him flush more out of embarrassment.
You stared down at him with a lazy smile, the grilz on the bottom row of your teeth making his stomach churn and clench up. "Armin," you started off, your correct pronunciation of his name making him weak under your gaze "can I kiss you?"
The question was so simple yet so hard to answer. And the consent, fuck. He was about to cum untouched. "Please do." Without much thinking, you placed your hand on his cheek and leaned down, pressing his plump lips against yours.
Your lips moved in sync, your gloss transferring onto his lips, making him hum softly at the bland strawberry taste. Subconsciously, Armin's hand made its way to your hoodie, pulling you closer and pulling you on top of him. Oh, what's this? He placed both hands on your hips, the tips of his fingers feeling something underneath your sweats.
Now Armin was far from innocent, still a virgin, but innocent. His late-night porn visits knew exactly what was underneath your pants. "Mm.." he released an almost quiet moan when he felt your pierced tongue slide against his bottom lip. Before he opened his mouth to give you permission, you pulled away, making him chase your lips and pull you back into the now heated kiss.
Fuck it. Your tatted hands made their way down his strong chest, fingers ghosting his nipples, making his muscles clench. God, he was so sensitive to your touches. His lips parted for you, which you gladly slide your tongue in, the both of you exploring each other's mouths and fighting for dominance. Of course, you won.
Your hands reach his abs, just above his belt. You gently push him back down on the chair, a string of saliva following him as he laid down. Both panting, your hands stayed on his lower stomach, scanning his flushed body.
"Are you a virgin?" The question was so simple, yet he couldn't find himself answering it. "Um.." he started off. What if you stopped if he said yes? Will you continue?
From his silence, you sighed and slowly stood up from his lap. "W-wait wait!" He quickly sat up and grabbed your hand. "Don't stop, please. I wanna do it with you." You looked over your shoulder and raised your brow. He was so quick with his movements, it honestly caught you off guard.
"Lay back down." You slid your hand out of his grip and went over to the storage closet that you had in your office. As you went through your space, the boy behind you started working on his belt, sliding it off completely just in case the two of you were to use it again.
"Ah." He looks up at you as you turned around. He looks down at your hand, a clear half-filled bottle of lube, ready to be used. "Eager?" You teased with a lazy smirk on your face. His pants were already half off, hanging from his knees, his briefs hanging on his v-line, and his dick print strained against the tight material.
Damn, he looked fucking delicious.
"Turn for me. I have to prep you." He knew what that meant. He gulped from what's about to happen, his legs shaking a little as he stood and faced away from you. He leaned against his elbows, bucking against your hips as he felt you behind him. "That's dangerous, baby boy." You warned him as your warm fingers held his waistband. "S-sorry...mo-" he stuttered out, stopping himself from saying anything that might embarrass him.
"Uh-huh. Keep going, you had the right idea, pretty boy." You encourage him, his underwear and jeans now down to his ankles as you spread the lube around your two fingers. "Mommy?..." he whispered out in an unsure manner, the new experience making him nervous.
"Good job baby. Hold yourself open for me." He held himself up with his front as he reached back, his hands exposing himself for you.
You took your time with him, teasing his hole by circling your fingers around it, kissing his back to get him to relax, until your finger slid in without any problems. One turned to two, soon two turned into three. He was a whining mess below you, the way you curled your fingers up made him tear up and claw at his skin.
That was until you pulled out your fingers, a whimper coming out his mouth from the emptiness. "Fuck..." he sighed out. "Don't worry, you'll get something better." You wiped your hand with a paper towel before undoing your sweats. He flinched as he felt something hit his ass, eyes widening once he figured out what it was. "Steady yourself."
And steady himself he did. He held onto the leather chair, fingernails digging underneath the table once you lined yourself up with his hole. "Mm!" He yelped when your thick strap slowly made its way inside him, one hand on his hip while the other one made sure he took all 8 inches of you. "Good boy~" His front teeth digging into his bottom lip from letting out any noises.
"Look at that, Armin~ You bottomed out." You stopped your movements, your hips pressed fully against his ass. "Catch your breath." As you gave him a break, you reached the hem of your hoodie and pulled it up, exposing tattoos that went up your arms, shoulders, and neck. "I'm- im ready mommy." He spread his legs, his pants and underwear now kicked somewhere in the room.
Once he gave you permission to move, you leaned forward, making him gasp as the tip grazed his spot. Your breasts pressed against his strong back, your right hand intertwined with his as you started moving your hips against his, slowly and carefully, making sure you stretch him right.
The new feeling has him loud. Whiny dragged out moans leaving his red face as he watched himself getting fucked in the long mirror.
"Look how pretty you are~" you whispered in his ear as you started speeding up, sweat starting to bead up on your skin from the hot room around you. "Say how much of a good boy you are~" you kissed the shell off his ear. "A-ah!~ I-I'm goo~ I'm a good boy!~" god, he was such a mess. You weren't even going too fast or rough. He was just so sensitive.
"Good boy~ such a good boy for daddy hm? Look how well you take my cock, you feel it right here hm?" You slid the hand that was holding his waist, down to his lower belly, slightly feeling to bulge in his small belly. "Da-daddy!~" he moaned out your name as he came all over your leather seats. "You're- so deep in me mommy~" he whines out, fresh tears rolling down his sweaty face from his strong orgasm.
"I know I am baby."
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