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It felt like every five seconds you were glancing back at the clock, wiping the sweat from your palms onto your knees.
You glanced around the shop, hoping the many different tattoo designs that covered the walls would help take your mind off what you knew was coming. It didn’t. The smell of disinfectant also not doing anything to calm your nerves.
It was while you tumbled down this rabbit hole that the gruff mention of your name snapped you back to reality. Looking up, you see who you assume to be your artist standing in the entryway of the lobby.
And looking at him only made things worse.
He was tall, tattoos covering his arms, and you were instantly ten times more nervous.
He could probably see it in your face (and in the fact that you hadn’t moved from your spot at all) and he quirked up and eyebrow, smiling as he waved a hand at you, telling you to “Come on back!”
You scrambled to your feet, mumbling quick apologies as you rushed to follow him.
As you walked to his room in the studio, he was quick to introduce himself. “My names Enjin, and I’m your artist today! I already got the design you submitted so we’ll just make sure it’s sized right and we can get started!” His voice was cheery but casual, clearly trying to do his best to calm you down from your obvious panic.
Once you made it back to his studio, he shut the door behind you both, leaving you to look at the doctor office style examination table and mirror that covered most of the opposite wall.
Enjin moved around to sit down in the stool by the table, multiple sizes of your design already stenciled out and ready to go, and you couldn’t help but appreciate the preparation he had already gone through before you got here.
“Where did you want to put the design? Pretty much anywhere would work but it can really change how long things could take.” He was looking up at you as you stood by the table, breath stuttering as he made eye contact and held it.
“Um… I was thinking my thigh, close to my hip?” You phrased it as a question, silently hoping for his approval. It already felt like you had made enough of a fool of yourself getting so nervous, you don’t think you could take the embarrassment of him questioning your choices.
Thankfully he seemed totally on board. “That sounds perfect! Thighs are one of the least painful areas that you can get tattooed, so that is perfect for a first-timer.”
You sighed in relief. The fear of the needle still living in the back of your mind, but knowing you picked well felt good. You did good. He said you did good.
Shaking off the thoughts that began to invade your mind, you watched Enjin again as he prepared the stencil.
Once he was ready, he looked up at you expectantly, and it was then you realized you were going to have to take off your pants.
You felt heat rush to your face, eyes wide as you let out a quick “oh!” and began to unbutton your jeans, pulling them down on one side to your knee. Using your shirt to cover your panties the best you could.
You made your way in front of Enjin, facing the spot on your thigh that you knew was going to be tattooed towards him. He wiped down the area, lightly touching your thigh with his gloved hands. He pressed the stencil to your skin, holding it down with his hand, slowly peeling it off to reveal the design that meant so much to you in purple ink.
He looked up at you, eyebrows raised. “Do you like the placement?”
You couldn’t muster more than a quick nod. He grinned wide in response. “Perfect! just go lay back and we’ll get started.”
He scooted back, starting to put together the tattoo gun, as you made your way to the table, awkwardly situating yourself in a way that allowed Enjin easy access to your thigh.
He made his way over, taking his tray with him, ink ready to go. He gave the gun a few test buzzes. Once he was satisfied, he looked at you again and asked, “You ready?”
With him sitting here, tattoo gun at the ready, knowing it would be pressing into your skin at any moment, you felt your chest constrict. You knew what you were signing up for, but the reality of it happening any second caught up with you.
“Um… sorry can we just take a minute? I’m just a little nervous about the needles and all.” You refused to make eye contact with Enjin, not wanting to know what he would think of you having such a basic and silly fear. With how covered he was in tattoos he must have thought you were a silly coward.
To your shock, he just smiled at you again with that easygoing grin. “I got you! We’ll take all the time we need. I got allllll day.”
You took a breath, letting your head fall back against the table. In your panic, you hadn’t realized that your shirt was riding up, exposing your panties to Enjin.
He rested his hand on your thigh, rubbing his thumb in circles as you had your mini panic attack. You absentmindedly brought your hand up to your mouth, biting on your nails to bring yourself some comfort.
You had been so focused on your fear that you hadn’t noticed Enjins hand moving further up, the tips of his fingers barely tracing the outline of your pussy.
As soon as your feel it, your thighs clench together, face heating to an impossible degree as you look down at him with wide eyes.
And as if you couldn’t get any more flustered, he asks “Would something in your mouth help calm you down?”
As if on autopilot, your head was nodding.
He chuckled, rearranging both of you so his body was halfway between your thigh and your face, and before you knew it his gloved fingers were in your mouth.
It was instant, the comfort that washed over you as you sucked his fingers deeper and deeper. Eyes fluttering shut as the weight of his fingers pressed down on your tongue.
You were so focused on his fingers you barely noticed when he started tattooing your leg.
Once you felt the pain, your breath caught, eyebrows knitting together as you whimpered at the pain. Enjin was quick to shush you, “It’s ok baby, you’ll get through it, just focus on my fingers.”
And you did. Getting lost in the feeling of the latex on your tongue.
You didn’t know how Enjin was tattooing one handed, but apparently it became too difficult when he pulled his fingers from your mouth, a whine slipping out before you could stop it.
He chuckled, watching your face as you pout at him. “Jesus, you look fucked out just from sucking my fingers.” He brought the hand that was in your mouth down to his belt, palming himself through his pants. “You want something else to suck on? Need both my hands to make sure I’m doing my job right.”
It wasn’t even a question. You quickly rearranged your body, moving so Enjin could easily access your thigh and so you could easily access his cock.
You undid his belt, your lust overriding any sense of embarrassment you would have felt. You pulled him out of his pants, already so hard it looked like it hurt.
You leaned forward and licked the head of his cock, the taste making your thighs clench together. You bring the head into your mouth, eyes rolling back into your head.
You leaned your head back, laying comfortably while keeping him in your mouth, already lost in your haze. Enjin was groaning, looking down at you as you essentially hypnotized yourself on his cock.
Fuck, this was going to be a long session.