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KISS A GIRL IN BLACK

synopsis — what was supposed to be a fun memory of your first tattoo session with your lover turned out to be unforgettable for all the wrong reasons.

tattoo artist!vi x bimbo!reader

cw : dubcon, malpractice, sexual tension

a/n : FOOD IS HEREE

excitement pumped through your veins as you took one last look at yourself in the mirror — a bow adorning your hair, gloss perfectly coating your lips, and a low cut pastel pink shirt that would allow little to no difficulties for the tattoo artist to work with. you were supposed to be getting a tattoo on your collarbone after all.

you headed for the door, a slight bounce on your walk from the giddy feeling that you were gonna be having a matching tattoo with your longtime lover, finally something that would show the world you belong to each other. a vibration snapped you out of your trance, and you fished your hand down your heart bag to get your phone, bundle keychain and charms jangling.

a message popped up on your screen, killing all the excitement you had once felt. your shoulders deflated as you read the words of your lover's text.

they had, unfortunately, dipped last minute for some reason, saying their car broke down and they had to get it fixed or something. they told you to get ahead, they'll follow once they got their car towed.

convincing yourself to get your skin permanently marked by something was one thing, but now you had to brave through the dark alleyways by yourself to get that matching tattoo. it was scary, but you did it for them.

you went your way, worrying your lip between your teeth the whole ride. you badly wished they were here beside you, squeezing your hand in theirs and comforting you.

as you got down the cab, you grimaced at the smoke that greeted you. this tattoo parlor really was in the shadiest part of town. everything felt intimidating — the narrow alleys, the flickering lights every 5 meters or so, the eerie sounds coming from around you. you wanted to turn back, so close to dashing out of there and hailing for the first car that passed. but then you saw it.

the neon lights standing out in the loomy area that read 'the last blade'. relief washed over you, and your tense shoulders slightly relaxed as you hurried into the salon.

a man in a white muscle top layered under green overalls greeted you. his arms were covered with intricate designs, ones that were hard to peel your eyes from, had he not repeated his question a tad bit louder.

“d'you have an appointment?” he raised a brow, head slightly tilting to the left.

“yes!” you bursted out nervously, shoving the picture of the schedule your partner arranged into the man's face.

“woah easy there,“ the man looked at you expectantly, peering behind you before further scrunching his brows in query. “it says the appointment was for two.”

“about that, my partner won't be able to make it in time. they'll follow later.” you explained, fiddling with the trinkets attached to your phone, unaware of the other person who stepped in the room.

“alright, let's get started then.” a voice in the back of the room called out to you. you turned around, lips parting in a soft gasp as you looked at the pink haired tattooist (whose name tag read vi) in front of you, black ink trailing from her toned biceps all the way up to her neck, peeking from under the black tank top she wore.

butterflies erupted in your stomach as you followed her to a cubicle, eyes unable to stop wandering over her profile, as if imprinting the way her back muscles moved as she walked into your brain. you shook your head in a poor attempt to rid yourself of distractions, opting to check your phone again for any notifications.

no new messages.

seemed like you were really gonna have to do this alone, with no hope of them coming anytime. you sighed, wondering which was making you feel queasier — the fact that they ditched you last minute for your first ever tattoo appointment, or the fact that you were gonna have your skin marked by a hot 5 foot something artist, who you just couldn't seem to take your eyes off. whatever it was, you were sure this session was not gonna be something you'd forget.

“are you sure?” she asked as she was now facing you. the whole walk to the small room completely past you by til you found yourself in front of a leather chair, with vi's eyes going up and down your form before meeting yours and awaiting your answer. “i'm warning you, it's gonna be painful.”

“wow, that's comforting,” you frowned at her, knees getting weaker by the second st the thought of needle penetrating your skin.

“'m just being honest,” vi replied as she raised her arms in defense, causing a bit of her top to ride up and expose just a sliver of the toned abs that lie beneath. you sucked your teeth, the reaction pleasing the tattooist who raised a brow in amusement.

realising what you'd just done, you looked to the side and blurted whatever coherent thought came to your mind, anything to hide the sudden bashfulness you feel. “is that really what you should be saying to someone who's doing this for the first time.”

“your first time, huh?” the mood drastically changed with that one line, vi's words sending excitement through your veins. she huffed. you were such a pretty little thing, a sight for sore eyes indeed — what with your manicured nails and pink everything, eyes that twinkled every time you bat your lashes, and god your outfit, that damned low cut blouse you donned and the miniskirt that ended just a bit below your hips. plus, there didn't seem to be a single thought running through your head. you probably didn't even know the effect you had on her. and it frustrated vi that you could get her this worked up without doing anything.

“i warned you,” her low voice cut through the silence, making you stare dumbly at her due to the unexpected remark. you shifted your weight on your feet.

“get on the chair.”

her words felt weird, the commanding tone mixed with her gruff nature sending chills down your spine as you sat, the leather squeaking against the parts of your thighs exposed by your mini skirt as you made yourself comfortable.

as vi prepared the equipment, you remained quiet and waited for what she would say next, hanging on to her words like a puppy. you don't know why, you were just inclined to. the pink haired tattooist could feel your stare the whole time, the burn of your gaze nearly setting her aflame. she knew you were interested in her, even a blind man could see that, so she decided to play with fire for a little.

her next instruction had you gaping at her with eyes wide open. “take off your shirt.”

“oh, is the cut not low enough? here, i can pull it down—”

“come on, sweetheart. haven't got all day.” she continued, completely ignoring your suggestion. you figured you would end up getting strained holding your shirt the whole time anyway. slowly, you put a hand on your sides, pulling the fabric over your head and placing it on the armrest. the cold air hitting your skin made you cover your chest, bottom lip finding its place between your teeth as you kept your gaze low, too shy to meet vi's stone grey ones.

“hands on the side, cupcake.” not even a stutter. you figured she was probably used to this, as it was part of her job, so you convinced yourself this all meant nothing.

her gaze darkens as her eyes rake over your almost nude upper body, intense gaze lingering on the pink lace lingerie cupping your tits, spending more time than what was appropriate on your cleavage. you didn't think anything of it though — she had to so she could map out where exactly to put your tattoo, right?

“are you sure about this?” she asked while stepping closer to you, alcohol swab in hand.

your answer was cut short to a yelp as she started rubbing the area below your collarbone, the slow circular motions of her fingers causing your thighs to squeeze shut, an action that makes vi smirk. “getting a matching tattoo with an asshole? do you really think that's a good idea, princess?”

“hey! they're not an ass—”

your mind was spinning — everything about vi, the clearness of her voice from being inches away from you, the shift of her brows now and then, the strong scent of her cologne taking over your senses, and the petnames, the godforsaken petnames, were all sending delicious ecstacy to flood your veins, making you want more, need more.

“oh yeah? leaving a princess like you all by yourself to go to places like this?” her hands ceased cleaning the patch of skin and pulled away, your body leaning forward slightly, already missing her touch. “who knows what kind of people might take advantage of you.”

acrylic nails dug into the leather cushion, tongue swiping over your glossed lips before the words came out of your mouth without much of a second thought.

“please.” feeble hands came up to a desperate grip on her top.

“please what?” she leaned even closer, arms coming to the sides of the chair to cage you, ashy eyes seeming to glow in contrast to the shadows on her face from the dim overhead light. no effort was made to close the gap, as though the two of you were frozen in place, faces a mere hair’s breadth away and eyes pouring with words you couldn’t say out loud, but hoped to reached the other. vi moved one hand to rest beside your head, gaze falling momentarily on your parted lips.

the gravity of the situation sunk in. this was wrong.

snapping out of it, you leaned back against the chair when you became aware of the inappropriate proximity, the tight hold you had on her shirt relaxing til your hands moved to your sides to shield yourself from her gaze. and the cold, of course.

“fine.” you averted your eyes, attempting your hardest to brush off whatever the hell just happened. “'m not getting it anymore.”

“that's a good girl.” vi stood to full height, her composure intact, unlike yours that was a band waiting to snap.

“i'll talk it out with them again.” you stuttered, unable to maintain eye contact with the tattooist, feeling as though her eyes could see through your mind and read all your thoughts.

she headed out, with you tailing her shortly after fixing yourself and gathering your things (and taking a few deep breaths too for safe measure), the clacking of your heels being the only noise as the two of you made your way to the front.

“besides, i don't think i was actually ready.” you confessed in hopes of alleviating some of the awkwardness you felt.

“good,” vi faced you unexpectedly, catching you off guard as you tried to add space between the two of you in the cramped hallway, afraid she’d be able to feel the heat radiating from your skin. “woulda been a real shame to taint that skin of yours.”

you nodded eagerly in agreement, that same weird feeling stirring in you. there was a moment’s pause, serving as a chance to take in each other one last time, before she kept going. the lobby was empty by then, the glass windows on the front reflecting the neon lights that lit the now darkened streets.

“hey cupcake,” vi spoke up for the last time, earning your attention and making you turn around midstep, hand resting on the door handle. she held out a piece of paper, nunbers scribbled on it similar to the way her name had been on the pin above her chest.

“call me if you change your mind.”

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