𝐈𝐧𝐤 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 ༆
pairings - Tattoo Artist! Jill x Fem! Reader
𝐂𝐰- readers first tat, vaginal fingering, oral sex, orgasm denial, teasing through the clothes, overstimulation, praise and minor use of pet names ❦
a/n- i hate the flow of this but it’s jill so. based off this audio!! (ive never gotten a tat before but plan to soon, so forgive me if i got details wrong)
tags: @flkwh0re
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Jill is cleaning up from her last works mess when you, her next scheduled client, walks in. She gets the chair ready for you, letting you get comfortable while she gets her needed equipment ready.
“First time?” she inquires, not even looking up from the tattoo gun. “Seem a little nervous, sweetheart.”
“No need to worry, I’m real good at what I do.”
“Sorry, I just don’t know what to expect is all…” you reply.
She shifts her rolly chair to the side of yours, looking you over silently for a bit. She wanted to see what she was working with. “Well,” she starts, “Any specific design you want?”
You nod, pulling up a picture you saved on your phone. The design was simple, something she could definitely do more with if you were willing enough. “A womb tat for your first, hm? You sure you can bare with me? That’s a pretty sensitive spot.”
“I’m willing to try. I have a decent pain tolerance...I think.”
She chuckles a little at the uncertainty in your statement.
“Well we can stop anytime you need to. Just let me know if you want to take a break at any point, okay?”
You try to relax, feeling those anxious butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Jill gets closer to you and you stiffen again in anticipation.
“Relax,” she places a gentle hand on your thigh. “Just doing some simple skin prep first. Not bringing out the big guns just yet.”
She slowly lifts your shirt just far enough to expose your lower belly. “Might have to pull your shorts down a little. Is that alright?”
“Yeah, whatever makes it convenient for you…miss.”
“Jill.” she corrects. “Sorry for not introducing myself.”
Your shorts are shimmied down, just below your bikini line, leaving you to feel a bit out in the open. “It’s gonna a get a little personal with the way I have to go about this. Let me know if you’re feeling uncomfortable.”
With that, she puts a white cream across your skin, rubbing it in as she goes, following with shaving the area, careful not to prick you in any way. She was very obviously skilled in this department as she stated earlier. She was quick and smooth with her movements.
“This might hurt a bit,” she warns when she finishes shaving. She brings out the ink gun, adjusting it as needed.
It turns on with a buzz and she lowers it toward your skin. When it makes contact you again tense up, wincing at the sudden sting.
Her arm rests on your outer thigh as she works from the side, starting the outline. “You’re alright,” she coos softly, tracing comforting circles around your leg. “Is it too much for you?”
“No, it’s fine…i’ll live.”
“Such a brave girl.” she remarks almost flirtatiously, dragging the needle steadily over your skin.
She repositions her arm to rest right on top of your crotch. Guess that’s what she meant by ‘personal’. Every time she shifts her arm it’s enough to make you squirm. You’re starting to get distracted from the pain, more focused on the throbbing between your legs.
The sounds you’re voicing start to sound less like ones of discomfort and more of enjoyment and she can’t help but take notice.
“Hm…that feel good?” she taunts, adding more pressure to your cunt. “Makes it easier to take the pain, huh?”
Clearly she knew exactly what she was doing to you.
You bite your lip, trying not to be so noisy. “Sorry, it’s just-“
“I know baby,” she interjects. “Want me to stop?”
You don’t even think about it, immediately rattling your head ‘no’ and she grins, getting back to work on the outline.
She continues to press against your sensitive parts, sliding up and down as she draws across your lower body like it’s her personal canvas. You feel yourself pooling through your panties, but the teasing’s not enough to make you cum.
Still, it did make the pain more bearable so you weren’t about to complain. But when she again repositions, removing her arm from its placement, it makes you want to cry.
The sting sets in again, nothing to take the feeling away and you feel tears uncontrollably welling up along your lash line.
“Aw, poor girl. Let’s take a break.” she turns off the machinery when she notices, setting it off to the side. “You’re doing so well for me sweetheart. It’s alright. Halfway through.”
To ease your mind, she decides to be a little bolder. She pulls your shorts the rest of the way down. “It’ll be easier with these out of the way, hm?”
You don’t deny her in the slightest. You slip the rest of the way out of them, letting them fall to the floor.
“It’s just the two of us in the studio today…so how about a reward for being such a good girl so far.”
Your legs spread open like they have a mind of their own and Jill hums in approval, gliding her chair to the front of yours now directly aligned with you.
Her gloved hand comes down to toy with you. She traces the shape of you through your panties, amused at how wet you got from simple friction.
When she pulls them to the side, they’re practically glued to you.
She takes off one of her gloves, setting it aside and dipping her two middle fingers into your needy entrance.
Immediately, you clench around her digits and she thumbs at your clit to loosen you up a little. Slowly, she pumps her fingers in and out, curving into that spongy spot almost too accurately causing you to mewl out.
She tucks her hair behind her ears before leaning in closer. Her mouth attaches to your sensitive nub, suckling as if she was trying to drink a milkshake through a straw that was too frozen to come out.
Your hands dig into the leather armrests of the chair, head lulling back and your jaw tightens along with your core.
The pace of her thrusting becomes rapid, bringing you closer to bursting.
She feels the way your walls start to pulse, continuing until you’re on the brink before stopping entirely. You let out a pitiful whine at the sudden emptiness. Was she really gonna leave you hanging?
“Please don’t stop…” you plead to which she only giggles.
“We can do more once you’re finished with the tattoo. I do still have a time limit.” She releases her hold on your underwear, letting them go with a snap against your cunt.
So cruel.
Once again she picks up the gun, returning to your right side for a better angle. She turns it back on, getting back to work.
Your bottom lip starts to quiver again, mind clouded by the burning sensation on your stomach as she continues.
It’s enough to make her feel bad, seeing you looking so helpless in agony. So she brings her freehand back down, cupping your swollen heat and teasing her fingers in and out again. “Be a good girl and sit still for me. Don’t wanna mess up your pretty tat.”
Again you gnaw at your bottom lip, trying to stop squirming and be a little quieter.
The pain is replaced by the pads of her slender fingers, coaxing your insides. She pumps slow and deep, making your toes curl.
“That feel better?”
“Yes ma’am..” you whine out in appreciation, trying your hardest to obey her wish and calm your wriggling so she can finish.
“Almost done with this part,” she reassures. “Then we can take another break before the shading.”
The mixture of pain and pleasure goes on for another half hour or so, leaving jill’s fingers to prune from your soaked cunt.
The break is given as promised.
Her tongue jabs in every slit and fold, sloppily lapping up your sweet juices. Her movement is relentless, making you clamp your thighs around her, practically suffocating her. She goes on, forcing you to your long awaited orgasm. But she doesn’t stop there.
She continues to lick and suck up everything you’re giving, not stopping as your legs shake violently. You’re practically sobbing, pushing her away yet at the same time wanting it to go on.
She doesn’t stop until you beg for her to.
At that point, you’re too dumb to think straight, laying there drained and panting. She uses the opening to finish up the tat, shading over everything.
It doesn’t hurt as bad as what she was doing before, making the hour go by pretty quickly. You almost didn’t want to leave, you’d gotten comfortable, melting into that cushiony chair.
She finishes up, gently applying the after care ointment and wrapping your lower abdomen with a plastic wrap.
She hands you a bag, explaining what to do for aftercare and things to avoid doing for the new few days.
“If you have any questions or concerns, you know where to find me.” She smiles, catching you off guard with a sudden kiss to your lips. She lingers for a while, not wanting to send you off.
“Or, just call me whenever you need me.” she adds, “left my number in the bag somewhere, if you don’t mind a little detective work.”
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