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tatty daddy

Tattoo artist Colson x Reader

S/o to @triplexdoublex for my very first request. Hope you like it!

Warnings/Tags: Smut (18+), mention of tattoo needles, swearing, fingering, squirting

Words: 3313

Colson is not famous in this. He's a local tattoo artist. Hope y'all enjoy!

You had a mild tattoo addiction.

Yes, they were beautiful when they were complete, permanently scarred into the skin in any design someone could possibly want.

But you liked them for so much more than that.

You couldn’t deny that you liked the pain. Maybe that was something you should’ve taken up with your therapist, but usually you didn’t let yourself think on that too much. It was something about the controlled pain, the way it turned into beauty, a sharp sting that was almost pleasurable in its own right.

You’d been in the market for new ink for too long, and finally, a coworker pulled through, helping you to score an appointment with her cousin, one of the more renowned artists in the area. His work was stunning and exactly what you wanted. She’d shared his pricing, the location of his shop, and his name — Colson.

What she’d forgotten to share, however, was that this man was fucking gorgeous.

Your legs quivered slightly as the artist introduced himself, trying to be respectful when all you wanted to do was ogle him. Tall — at least 6’4”, fluffy, bleached hair, three nose rings — three! — piercings lining his ears, tons of tattoos, and an angelic face to tie it all together. You reminded yourself to yell at your coworker later for not having warned you.

“Here are a couple of designs I drew up,” he said, picking up some papers and turning them towards you. God, his voice was sexy, too. You looked over the designs, trying to stay focused.

“They’re both beautiful,” you said, glancing up to meet his eyes.

“We should see which one fits your body best,” Colson suggested. You nodded, flustered, and followed him into his studio.

The walls were covered with art — movie posters and tattoo images and pictures of who you assumed was Colson’s cat. His station was neatly organized, a tray already ready for you.

“You wanted it pretty low on your stomach, right?” he asked. His eye contact was making you weak. God, it had been way too long since you’d gotten laid.

“Yes,” you said, trying not to sound as flustered as you felt.

“Have a seat.” He gestured to the black chair beside him. You climbed on and awaited further instructions. “Go ahead and show me the spot.”

You swallowed and slid your leggings and panties down just enough to reveal the spot, right above your pussy. You were running out of places to put hideable tattoos, and you liked this intimate placement.

Colson leaned down, studying the area, and you held your breath. He held up the stencils, studying them, and then gestured for you to pull your pants back up.

“I think this is the one,” he said, holding up the dagger pierced through a rose. “Color? Black and gray?”

“What do you think?” I asked.

Colson shrugged. “I think mostly black and gray would be sick, but a few pops of color.”

“Sounds perfect.” You smiled and he did too, all charm. Shit, how were you going to get through this?

“I’m going to print out the stencil,” he said. “Go ahead and undress however you’re comfortable. You might want to remove your pants and underwear. We can cover you while I work.” He met your eyes and you nodded, mustering up a smile.

“Okay, thanks,” you said. Colson nodded and excused himself from the studio.

Drawing in a deep breath, you removed your leggings and panties, folding them neatly and setting them on a chair in the corner. Colson had left behind a paper blanket to place over your lap, and you got back onto the table, covering yourself. Your hands were shaking, and not because you were nervous about the tattoo.

When Colson returned, he immediately slid his big hands into a pair of black latex gloves that looked unreasonably good on his hands. He sat down and touched the paper blanket, icy eyes meeting yours. “Can I move this?” he asked, and you appreciated him being so respectful.

“Yeah.” You nodded and bit your lip as he carefully slid the paper down towards your thighs, leaving your pussy barely covered, but it still was. You bit your lip, barely breathing as his gloved hands carefully placed the stencil onto your skin. You closed your eyes briefly as he applied pressure, ensuring the stencil remained on your skin as he removed the paper. You glanced down and couldn’t help but grin. It was going to look sick.

“We’re just gonna let that dry for a few,” Colson said, leaning back in his chair slightly. “So, you work with my cousin.”

“I do.” You nodded. “I was excited when she told me about your work.”

Colson’s eyes sparkled and he perked up slightly. “Yeah? Well, thank you for trusting me,” he said humbly.

“You’re talented,” you said with a shrug. “Of course I do.”

Something passed in the air between you but you couldn’t quite figure out what that was. Colson seemed to snap out of it after a moment, but you couldn’t help but notice his cheeks were slightly pink.

“Alright. You ready?” he asked, meeting your eye as he picked up the gun.

“As I’ll ever be,” you said.

Colson met your eyes and smiled. “Here we go.” He leaned over your body and got to work.

You hissed and closed your eyes at the first drag of the needle. The sweet, hot pain shocked your system slightly but you felt warm and tingly as you adjusted to it.

“You okay?” Colson asked.

You nodded. “Is it weird I kinda like the pain?” you asked.

Colson looked at you then, and for a moment, you were worried he was going to tell you that you were weird and then it would be awkward. Instead, a small grin graced his gorgeous features. “Nah. I do, too,” he confessed, then went back to the tattoo.

You relaxed as time went on and you and Colson conversed more and more. He was a great conversationalist and he had a talent for making you feel comfortable.

“Alright, outline is done,” Colson said, wiping your tattoo. “Need a break before color?”

You shook your head no. “Not unless you do.”

Colson shook his head. “Nah, I prefer to just get it done.”

You watched him dip into a dark red and get to work again. “Is this the most intimate spot you’ve tattooed?” you asked.

Colson grinned. “Nah,” he said. “I had to tattoo a girl, like, way upper thigh. No way to cover anything.”

“So, just pussy in your face?” you asked, giggling.

Colson laughed. “Yep.”

“I’m sure you didn’t mind.”

Colson’s cheeks flushed but he was smiling. “I’m a professional,” he said, narrowing his eyes to focus on the tattoo. “I was respectful.”

“I’m sure you were,” you said.

Colson wiped the tattoo, not meeting your eyes when he asked, “You got a man? Or a girl?” he added.

You bit your lip. “No…I’m honestly not really the dating type,” you admitted. “You?”

Colson chuckled. “You like tattoo pain and you’re not the dating type,” he said. “You must be the female me.”

You giggled, flushing with pleasure. “Monogamy isn’t my favorite, to be honest,” you admitted. “I like sex too much to limit it to one person.” You had no idea why you were being so bold, but Colson was responding positively to it.

“Word,” he said. “I’m the same way. Like, I’ve never cheated or anything but I don’t stay in a relationship for too long.” He paused. “It’s nice to meet someone who gets it.”

You met eyes briefly and you smiled at him. “Yeah. It is,” you said quietly. “You ever fucked a client?”

Colson cleared his throat. You could tell he was slightly flustered but he remained calm and collected as he continued inking your skin. “Of course,” he said. “A lot of gorgeous girls come in here.” His eyes flicked up to meet yours. “I’m tattooing one right now.”

You’d been holding it together fairly well until now. But his voice, his eye contact, and the way those black-gloved hands pressed just above where you wanted them — it was all really pushing you. You felt moisture pool between your legs.

“Thank you,” you said quietly.

“Of course,” Colson murmured, smirking slightly before going back to work.

“Can I be honest?” you asked.

“Please.”

“This conversation and this tattoo are really turning me on.”

Colson smirked. “Good thing I’m almost done then,” he said. “Just some white highlights and you’re set. We’ll put some Tagaderm over it and call it good.”

You stayed quiet during the white highlights. As Colson set the gun down and leaned back in his chair, you noticed his black jeans trying to tent.

You quirked a brow. “Did you just tattoo this on me with a boner? You’re good,” you said.

Colson laughed and glanced down at his jeans. “I told you, I’m a professional.” His eyes were on yours again. He smirked at the way your breath hitched.

His words and movements were so casual and relaxed even though a suggestion hung in the air; it was making your head spin. He wiped your tattoo once more, then stuck the Tagaderm over the tattoo. “Take this off in two days in the shower,” he directed. “It’s easier to heal. You won’t have to put your life on hold for a week.”

“Does that mean I can have sex?” you asked.

Colson smirked and cleaned up his station. “It does.”

“Does that mean I can have sex with my gorgeous tattoo artist?”

Colson’s eyes rose to yours and he wetted his lips before smiling. “Naughty girl,” he said lowly, his words shooting right between your legs. He peeled off the gloves, then offered his hand and you took it, allowing him to help you off the chair.

He pulled you in and you dropped the paper blanket to the floor. One of his hands curled around your hip and the other cupped your cheek. “But yes you can,” he said, and then, his lips were on yours.

You whimpered softly into the kiss. He was an amazing kisser, but that was really no surprise. You placed your hands on his cheeks, pushing up on your toes to get closer.

As you pulled back for Colson to remove his shirt, his eyes caught sight of something behind you and darkened. “Fuck, you are a bad girl.” He spun you around so your back was to his chest. “Getting my chair all wet.” You gasped as he bent to kiss your neck at the same moment you saw the wet spot on his chair.

“I-I can’t help it,” you stammered. Your breath shook as he slid a hand between your legs and traced his fingers through your folds. He groaned, finding you soaked for him.

“Mm, so wet for me, good girl,” he purred. “You want this dick?”

You moaned as his finger circled your clit. You did want his dick, but more than that, you wanted something else. You turned in his arms and looked up at him demurely. “If I told you to put a pair of gloves on and finger me, would you?”

Colson’s lashes fluttered and he groaned softly. “Fuck. Of course,” he said, leaning in to kiss you. You watched as he plucked two gloves from the box and slid his hands into them, stretching out his fingers. Your legs quaked at the sight of him and you bit your lip hard, trying to maintain your composure.

Colson’s eyes were locked on yours as he moved closer to you, gripping your hips to shove you against the wall, thumbs pressing into your hip bones. Your breathing hitched as he leaned in to kiss you again, his gloved fingers finding the soft flesh of your inner thigh. He nudged your legs further apart and then traced a fingertip through your dripping folds, collecting your excitement before lightly circling it around your clit.

“O-oh god, Colson,” you whimpered, eyes squeezing shut as his lips moved to your neck. You gasped sharply when you felt two thick fingers slip inside of you. The texture of his gloves reminded you of your little vibrator, but better with the way his fingers moved effortlessly inside of you.

“How does that feel?” he murmured into your neck, nipping lightly at your sensitive skin.

“A-ah fuck, so good,” you stammered, knees shaking as he began to pump his fingers slowly. He was teasing you and it had you borderline convulsing, desperate for more. You were so wet you could feel it on your thighs, and maybe you should’ve been embarrassed but at the moment, you couldn’t have cared less.

Colson chuckled lowly. “Your legs are about to give out, baby girl,” he breathed, and all you could do was whimper. Suddenly, he removed his fingers and you could’ve cried at the loss of contact, but then his hands were lifting you onto the countertop. You arched your back immediately as he angled his fingers back inside of you, this time driving his thrusts right at your g-spot.

You took a moment to admire the man before you. His bicep bulged as he worked you towards your high, his lips parted and his blue eyes dark. You’d never seen anyone so sexy before and you found yourself questioning all of your previous encounters. None of them had been as intense as this was. Your eyes raked over his body, down to the obvious bulge beneath his black jeans, and you reached forward to curl your fingers around it. Colson let out a low groan and he bit his lip as he sped up his motions.

“Jesus Christ,” he rasped, looking between your legs at his glistening gloves. “You’re so fucking wet. You getting close for me?”

All you could do was nod as your chest heaved, heat building rapidly in your lower stomach. His fingers were fucking you rapidly now, stimulating your g-spot so intensely that your vision began to ebb. Sounds were muffled and sweat prickled on your skin as a sharpness built in your abdomen. It was nothing you’d ever felt before and you had half a mind to be a little concerned, but you were too deeply immersed in the pleasure to really care.

As Colson’s teeth dug into your collarbone, he pressed the thumb of his other hand to your clit and rubbed sharp circles, and that was all it took. You lost it, ears ringing as pleasure exploded between your legs. You felt almost separate from your own body as you moaned and whined and writhed, spraying his hand and your thighs.

You trembled as you came down, clenching around his thick fingers as you panted, whimpering a weak, “Fuck.” Colson smirked, gently pulling his hand from you, and you slumped, eyes closing. Your eyes popped open at the sound of Colson peeling his gloves off, and his eyes met yours.

“Well?” he asked. “Was that what you needed?”

“Fuck,” you said, swallowing as you regained your composure. “That was…did I…?”

“Squirt?” Colson asked. “Yeah. Has that ever happened before?”

You were momentarily distracted from answering as you watched him adjust himself over his jeans. “N-no,” you stammered, cheeks flushing.

Colson smirked at you and came closer, kissing you softly. “It was hot,” he murmured. Your hands cupped his face and pulled him back in for a hard kiss, making him groan.

Your hands quickly dropped to the button of his tight jeans just as his slid up beneath your tank top, finding you braless, and he groaned softly as he pinched lightly at your nipples. You arched your back and his perfect teeth tugged at your bottom lip as he broke the kiss. “You’re fucking bad,” he rasped. “No bra.”

You mewled softly as his thumbs circled your nipples, and then you were shoving his jeans and boxer briefs down his legs. “Colson, please,” you begged.

“Please what?” Colson asked, pulling a hand back to wrap it around his own cock and stroke it slowly. You were so distracted by that sexy hand wrapping around his sizable dick that you were surprised when his free hand cupped your chin and lifted your face to his. “Please what, Y/N?”

“P-please fuck me, Colson,” you begged.

“Mm, just because you asked me so nicely,” he said, gripping your hips to pull you to the very edge of the counter. He reached behind you, grabbing his wallet, and withdrew a condom. He ripped the package with his teeth and you watched his every move as he rolled it down. Then, his cock was pressed to you and it was hard to breathe. “Ready?” he asked, meeting your eyes.

“Ready,” you said eagerly, hips shifting slightly. Colson took his lip between his teeth as he rolled his hips forward slowly, burying his dick inside of you. Even with your recent orgasm, it was a tight fit and you flinched slightly, not used to someone as big as Colson.

“You okay, beautiful?” he asked, pressing his forehead to yours as he paused inside of you.

You nodded, swallowing hard. “Y-yeah, you’re just big,” you admitted.

Colson grinned, cheeks flushed with pleasure and he tightened his grip on your ass. You pulled at his hips, ready for him to start moving, and he did. A moan was ripped from your throat as your head fell back. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him deeper, digging your nails into his back.

“F-fu-uck,” you managed, closing your eyes. “Colson–”

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, curling his huge hands around your thighs, bracing them on his hips as he rolled his hips, building up speed. He watched as your tits bounced in your tank top and he paused long enough to pull your shirt over your head. Immediately, his mouth was at your chest, warm tongue lapping against your nipples.

You couldn’t stop moaning; he was that good. He picked up his pace then, fucking you hard and fast, and you were both breathing hard as his hips stuttered, jaw dropping. “O-oh sh-it, Y/N,” he gasped. “Fuck, I’m so cl-close.”

“Fuck, me too,” you whined, watching as his hand descended your body to press between your bodies, giving your clit the friction it desperately needed. Your moans hiked up in pitch until your hips jerked hard against him as you came again. As you started to come down, Colson’s breaths came in short puffs and he closed his eyes, brow furrowing as he slammed his hips to yours, squeezing your thighs hard as he let go.

His head dropped to your chest as you caught your breath together, your hand wound loosely in his hair. He pulled his hips back and disposed of the condom. You hopped down from the counter, nearly collapsing on your shaky legs, and Colson laughed as he tossed you your panties and leggings.

“Shut up,” you said with a grin. “It’s your fault I can’t stand.”

“Not gonna lie,” Colson said, buttoning and zipping his jeans, “that was the best sex I’ve had in a while.” He met your eyes. “Would you be chill with giving me your number?”

“As long as you promise this will happen again,” you said with a grin as you pulled your tank over your head.

Colson grinned and leaned in to kiss you. “Bet,” he said.

You exchanged numbers then, wondering if maybe monogamy could be for you after all. Shit, you didn’t see a reason to keep fucking other people when Colson was that good. His eye contact communicated similar feelings and you left the shop, sore between your legs from more than just the tattoo.

Yeah, you definitely had a tattoo addiction, and you knew you’d just found your new dealer.

I don’t hate you for leaving me. I just hate you for taking me away from the only person in this world that loves me for me.

Is it weird to find comfort in strangers?

I think I’m a bad person .