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You walked into the parlor, a thrill going down your spine as Sunny looked up from the jewelry case and greeted you.
“Well hello, sunshine! Back again already?” His smile was teasing, and you blushed.
“Yeah, I have an appointment with Moon.” you said, nodding towards the back. He chuckled, making you tilt your head. “What?”
“Oh, nothing.” Sunny said with a grin. “What are we getting today, sunbite?”
You unlocked your phone and showed him the picture you had sent to Moon, and the concept he had sent back.
It was an octopus. Small, bright yellow with blue spots.
“Beautiful.” Sunny remarked. “Where’s this one going, sunspot?”
You blushed, and he blinked, suddenly curious.
“Ah…my um.” You indicated your lower abdomen, just above your admittedly wet slit. The shop boys never failed to turn you on unbearably…which was part of the reason you came in for work so often. You were running out of body parts for Sunny to pierce at this point.
His eyebrows rose, the silver bridge piercing glinted in the light, and he crossed his arms over his loose tank with a grin.
“Really.” He drawled, and you blushed again, shoving his shoulder.
“Hey! Don’t make fun. I’ve always wanted this design.” You stuck your tongue out at him, but he moved like lightning and before you knew it, his gloved fingers had a hold of it.
“What a sassy thing you are.” He teased, letting you go a moment later. “At any rate, it wasn’t the design that made me chuckle. It was the placement.”
You tried desperately to ignore what his hold on your tongue had done to you.
“I -know- it’s a little odd but it’s going to look really good!”
You insisted. “I’m sure I can handle the pain, I’ve dealt with you piercing my nipples, after all.”
Sunny’s features momentarily glazed over, and he gave an amused hum.
“True. But it’s not a matter of pain, sunshine.”
You furrowed your brow.
“Well if it’s not the pain or the design, what’s the matter?”
He looked sideways at you. “I’m sure you’ll find out.” He said with an obscure smirk.
You glared at him, but he just patted your head. “Go on back, Moonie is probably ready for you. Do let me know what we’re piercing next, sunspot.” His gaze traveled unmistakably to the junction of your thighs, and you clenched them involuntarily before hurrying back to Moon's parlor room.
“Hey, starshine!” Moon smiled and hugged you. “You ready to get this little buddy inked?”
“Mhm!” You said happily, standing expectantly beside his chair as he sat down and swiveled to face you.
“And where’s the little fella going on this lovely canvas?” He smiled charmingly up at you. “You gave me a very specific size for the design, I assume you have a location planned?”
You undid your shorts, and heard Moon’s sharp intake of breath as you shimmied them off and dropped them. You tugged your panties down your hips just enough to expose the top of your pussy.
“Right here.” You said firmly, framing the area with your hands. “The tentacles should curl downward… you see what I mean?”
Moon was silent, and for a moment you thought you might have short circuited him. You’d be lying if you said that didn’t give you an absurd kind of delight.
After all, you had worn the nicest pair you owned that you thought you could play off as no big deal if it was commented upon.
“Moonie?” You prompted, and he blinked.
“Of course, starlight.” He smiled again, but this time there was a gleam in his eye. “Let’s get this stencil on, shall we?”
He turned and pulled on a fresh pair of blue gloves, then brought the thin transfer paper with the blue design up and showed it to you. You squeaked with delight.
“That’s perfect! You never miss, Moonie.” You smiled at him, and swore you saw a purplish blush cross his cheeks as he leaned forward to place it on you.
There was a moment of professional concentration as he carefully angled the paper, tilting his head with a focused frown, before adjusting it minutely and glancing up at you for approval. You nodded, and he laid the paper down.
The moment his gloved fingers pressed gently against you, smoothing the paper carefully to transfer the design to your skin, your body felt on fire. He was so close to the center of your desire, and his touch felt almost teasing as he pressed along the tentacles that led down almost to your folds.
He went to move your clothing, but paused and looked at you for permission. “I need them a little lower, is that alright?”
You nodded, and pushed them further down your hips as his clawed finger hooked into the front of your panties and gently pulled them lower. You held perfectly still, not even breathing as his finger brushed directly against your slit, before his other hand slipped down and pressed the tips of the tentacles into place.
He drew his hands away, angled his head, and then nodded and looked at you. “Take a look and tell me if it’s right, starshine” he indicated the mirror behind you.
You turned, inspecting the stencil carefully. Moon remained silent, but his gaze was fixed decidedly on your ass. You lingered there a moment to tease him, then nodded and turned back.
“Perfect!” You said with a bright smile. He cleared his throat and indicated his reclined table.
“Hop on then, starshine. Uh.” He paused, then carefully said, “I could work around the panties to put the stencil on. But I’ll need…better access to actually ink it.” He shifted, clearly not wanting to make you uncomfortable, despite his obvious interest in you. “I can give you some transfer paper to…cover with, so it’s easy to move?” He offered, but you shook your head.
“That’s alright. I don’t mind.” And you slipped your panties off, set them with your shorts, and scooted onto the cloth-covered reclining table.
He was unmistakably flushed as he turned and prepared his tools, wrapping his gun with rubber bands and laying out the colors.
He raised his stool and scooted close, glancing up at you as he carefully spread sterilizing anesthetic foam over the area.
“You…understand how this will feel, right?” He asked, and you frowned at him
“Moonie…you’ve given me more than a dozen tattoos. You know I can handle the pain.”
He looked askance at you, then shook his head.
“No, starlight.” He said gently.
“This entire area is incredibly sensitive.” He indicated most of your crotch. “It’s not uncommon for…well, for women to have orgasms while being inked there.”
You stared at him to see if he was joking. He was not.
“….How?” You said at last, throat suddenly dry. This time he chuckled, and held up the tattoo gun. He pressed the motor pedal, and it buzzed to life momentarily.
“What’s it doing to make the noise?” He asked, sardonically.
“It’s vibra-“ You stopped suddenly, blushing. “….oh.”
He nodded. “Obviously I’m not trying to make that happen, but you should be aware that it might.”
He bent to his work, wiping the foam away and selecting a spot to start, when you whispered something. He lifted his head slightly to hear you better before he started the gun.
“Hm?”
You took another breath, and gaining boldness from your knew not where, you said slightly louder,
“You can try…if you want to.”
There was a pause. You were just beginning to think you’d overstepped a boundary when Moon slowly sat up and his eyes rose to yours. You knew you were flushing crimson, and his expression was unreadable for a long moment. His eyes moved back to your exposed pussy, and he seemed lost in thought for a minute.
“Alright.” Was all he said, so softly that you barely heard it. He adjusted his position, and began work. It wasn’t instant. There was a gradual build up of the standard, burning, stinging sensation on your skin as he carefully outlined the image. Every so often, his hands would shift, angling to hold your skin taut or reach a new spot, and the side of his hand or rarely his fingers would brush up against your folds.
He seemed so concentrated on his work that you didn’t speak for a while, until the vibrations began to reach deeper inside you.
You tapped his shoulder, and he leaned back as you gave a shiver and squirmed, hips arching as you shifted positions on the table.
“Good now.” You said softly. “Thank you.”
He turned a look on you that burned into your core and fanned the flames of your desire for him.
“No problem, stardust.” He said in a hum, leaning down to keep working. As he did, he casually said, “So you want me to make you cum like this, huh?” He said without looking at you.
You froze, watching him as he worked. He glanced up at you after a moment before returning to his task.
“Answer the question, starlight.” He said quietly. The gun ran lines right over the perfect spot, and you gripped the edge of the table you sat on unconsciously.
He paused and withdrew the gun from your skin.
“I…” he paused. “I want to. I’m awfully fond of you, starflower.” You blushed, eyes locked on his. “But I won't do anything without your explicit permission.” He said seriously.
You swallowed. Was this…was this really happening? Here, now??
His scarlet eyes watched you, and he slid his chair up to the head of the table. His face hovered above yours, searching your features.
“I would dearly love to kiss you.” He said softly, his eyes drifting between your mouth and your eyes. He gave you a lopsided smile. “A gentleman should probably kiss the lady before he makes her legs shake, yes?”
You blushed, then reached up to set your hands on either side of his face, caressing the soft silicone skin on his cheeks.
“Then kiss me.” You invited, and he leaned down to cover your mouth with his in a slow, searching kiss. When he drew back, a string of saliva connected you for a moment before it broke, and he gazed down at you with a half smile.
“Shall we work on your piece again, starlight?” He asked, pressing his forehead against yours, and you smiled with a shiver of anticipation.
“Yes please.” You murmured.
He gave you a slow, languorous smile as he returned to his work. This time, the strokes and grazes of his fingers were intentional, purposeful in their movements. He would finish a line, wipe the area, And then the heel of his hand would press against your pussy and grind over your clit slowly.
The pressure of the gun never changed, but your spike of arousal from his slow, deliberate moments as he concentrated was agony.
He hummed, pleased, as he changed out the lining needles in favor of the more closely grouped, smaller ones for color, setting out the neon blue.
He wiped down the lined image, set the gun down, and observed it got a moment, then nodded professionally, looking at you.
“Lines are done.” He smiled, drawing off his gloves. “Let’s have you take a break, starshine.”
“Oh, I’m fine.” you said quickly. “I can keep-”
His fingers slid up the inside of your thigh delicately, barely brushing the skin, and a shiver ran up your body as he watched you with those bright crimson eyes. You gripped the edge of the table for an entirely different reason now, as his fingers ghosted along your body, leaving whispers of his touch.
His fingertips brushed over the junction of your thighs, and you gave a soft gasp as he slowly slid them down your slit, between your legs, just barely dipping between your folds as you gave a soft whine. He smiled, carefully avoiding the freshly inked skin as he drew his fingers from you.
He held them up, spreading his fingers slightly and practically purred as your slick clung to them in dripping lines. He brought them to his mouth and sucked them clean without hesitation, then moved closer to you as you squirmed on the table.
His hand drifted back to your heat as he leaned down and kissed you slowly, cupping it as he teased your folds with two fingers.
“Are you always this wet when I tattoo you?” he murmured when he pulled back. “Or is this a special occasion?” You felt the blush creep up your neck, and he chuckled, pressing his palm gently into you and making you gasp.
“E-every time.” you whispered, cheeks flushing. He kissed your cheeks, then curled his fingers and teased your entrance slowly.
“What torture you must have been in.” he hummed sympathetically. “Every time you were in my chair...you’ve wanted me this badly.” you whimpered, spreading your legs slightly to give him better access. His lips found your neck, and he nipped very gently at the skin before kissing along it to your shoulder.
“Mmmnh.” you bit your lip as his fingers pressed gently inside of you, stretching your soaked pussy as you pressed your hips up into him. He smiled against your neck, and lifted to press his lips alongside your ear.
“When all you had to you...was ask.” he slid his fingers deep, pressing against that sweet spot inside you that the gun itself was reaching with its vibrations. “Ask me if I wanted you too.” he breathed, and covered your mouth with his again. He gave a soft moan as your walls squeezed around his fingers, and he curled them slightly, making you arch sharply.
“Moonie...” your whimper was soft and needy, and he smiled against your mouth as he kissed you again, his fingers slowly pumping in and out of you.
“So warm.” he cooed, moving to kiss your throat, his other hand tangling in your hair and holding you against his mouth. “Tight...”
Your hips moved constantly against his hand as you strained and panted.
“Would you like to cum, starlight?” he murmured, and you nodded desperately. He purred, and slowly withdrew his fingers from you. You whined, but he shushed you gently with a wink, turning to the sink to wash up and put on a fresh pair of gloves.
He returned to sit on the stool, picked up the gun, and bent once more to his task. You were soaked, your slick dripping down the slanted table. He smirked as he began filling in the color, and you gasped suddenly.
Without pausing, he commented casually, “The color needles vibrate so much harder, don’t they, starshine.” You whined softly as he concentrated on his work, and the vibrations mingled with the sting of pain to make a seductive, rising thrum that rippled through your most sensitive spots.
“N-n-nnh!” you bit your lip as he shifted, moving slowly over a new area, and huffed as he removed the needles to dip them in the ink blobbed on the back of his hand. He chuckled, glancing at you, then smoothed your skin taut again to resume. The feel of his smooth gloves on your skin made you want to squirm and press into them, but you didn’t dare shift your hips. Your peak was pushing higher, cunt clenching on nothing as you held your breath, the vibrations steadily pushing you towards orgasm.
“Nearly done.” he said with a cheerful smile. You whined in denial, and his smile grew wider. “I did say nearly, starshine.” he murmured. “I saved the best for last.” He shifted the gun to the last blue spot, and began filling in the color.
“NNNH!” you bit your lip as you gripped the table hard. “Th-there....there...”
“I know.” he smiled mischievously at you, and kept going. The muscles in your thighs began to tense, and you let out a loud moan as your head fell back, pussy twitching as you panted,
“Ahh...ah...Moonie, I’m...” He stroked over the spot once more, then pulled the gun away from your skin as your hips began to tremble.
“That’s it, starlight. Cum for me.” he crooned, leaning down and sliding his tongue along your folds before slipping it inside to feel you as you tensed and came apart around him with a sob of pleasure. He drank in your arousal, covering your pussy with his mouth and lapping at it greedily, sucking gently on your clit as he carefully avoided the fresh ink nearby it.
“Perfect.” he purred when he lifted his head, watching the drips of your climax slide down his table, and licked his lips. “Now. Just need to touch up a few spots!”
You lifted your head to stare at him. He gave you a sinful smile as he picked up his gun again.
“A few...special spots.”