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♡ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ࿓ you have the perfect way of paying for your recent tattoo
♡ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ࿓ tattoo artist!souya kawata x gn!reader
♡ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ࿓ hard/soft dom!souya, mentions of tattoos and needles, unestablished relationship, oral (giving), throat fucking, degradation, slut shaming, jealousy, hints of softness
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♡ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 ࿓ @alterbubs
𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘, 𝐍𝐀𝐇𝐎𝐘𝐀 𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐈𝐍𝐊. the two of you had this… arrangement that worked out for both of you. unfortunately nahoya was pretty booked up as of recently. normally you would have waited until he could slip you in for an appointment but you were itching for the needle NOW.
that’s when nahoya suggested you try seeing if his twin brother had any openings. you’ve seen souya in the kawata’s studio from time to time when you came to see nahoya. your interpretation of him was that he was cute but much quieter than his sibling. however, even if he was a man of few words you liked his portfolio. so in the end you gave him a shot.
luckily for you souya had a cancellation so he was able to fit you into his schedule. the day of the tattoo things went well. souya seemed to be a fan of your design and the artist changes he did made were ones that you could get behind. there wasn’t much of a conversation when he finally started working on your skin. actually, it felt like souya was avoiding your gaze. it made you think… maybe nahoya told him about the deal the pair of you had.
you didn’t find out whether this was true or not until souya finished. “you like it?” he asked, cleaning his supplies as you admired your new body art in the mirror. you spin around and shoot him a big smile before nodding your head. souya, whose face was usually set to a permanent scowl, manages to send you a little grin. “glad to hear it”.
pulling off his plastic gloves, souya stands up from where he was sitting. he’s about to tell you that you can head to the front desk to work out payment but before he can you’re already slipping out of his black tattooing chair. next thing souya knows you’re kneeling down in front of him and fumbling with his belt. “woah, what are you doing?” he asks, reflexively grabbing your wrist as a blush spreads across his cheeks.
“huh?” you look at him, genuinely appearing confused. “didn’t nahoya tell you? this is how i always pay”. souya blinks at you dumbly. no he wasn’t told about this. no way you were implying what he thought you were. “c’mon, promise it’ll be worth it” you coo, earning a squeak from souya as you palm his bulge. “wonder if you’re as big as your brother…”.
oh no, you were definitely suggesting what he thought you were. in a panic, souya tries to tell you to stop but no words seem to come out. the guy who’s tattooed his own sleeve without flinching was now shaking as you finally unclasped the leather strap that held up his pants. damn it, what kind of mess did nahoya get him into.
“y-you don’t have to do that” souya stutters, finding his voice. “cash is fine”.
immediately you pout. “but… i didn’t bring money with me”.
souya sighs, running a hand down his face. this was really how it was going to be, huh? he was less worried about how good the head would be if he said yes to this and more so anxious about someone walking in. then again… the door to his personal studio was shut and it was nearly closing time. with the threat of being caught gone, what was the real harm?
“f-fine” he eventually agrees. he’s too embarrassed to meet your eyes so he turns his head. “just…. we have to be quick”.
you nod a little too eagerly before you go back to tugging souya’s cock out of his boxers. holy shit, your mouth starts watering the second you lay eyes on it. it’s a monster just like nahoya’s dick although there are little differences. souya’s is a bit more well groomed and his tip is much cuter. so cute that you can’t stop your tongue from sticking out to kitten lick the pretty pink head.
souya’s flushed face only gets worse when he whimpers. he has to bring a hand up to cover his face to feel less ashamed. the worst part is that you haven’t even taken him into your mouth yet. eventually souya has to whine for you to stop teasing.
eyes flickering up to meet his, you send souya a playful smirk. “you’re so cute. nahoya never lets me tease him. usually he just fucks my throat”.
there’s a shift in souya’s demeanor then. you have no way of knowing but jealousy starts to burn in his chest. when you first walked in for your appointment souya’s heart nearly stopped. you were so attractive that he had to avoid eye contact with you as he worked on your tattoo. he was actually feeling guilty for thinking about a client in that way but now the truth was out. you were a little whore who sucked none other than his twin dick to get what you wanted.
that fire in his chest rises until all souya wants to do is ruin you. the hand that was used to keep his blush from your view flies down and grabs your head. that smug attitude of yours disappears in an instant. the speed in which souya’s expression turns into a glare causes a shiver to run up your spine. he looks like a devil right now. it’s so hot.
“oh that’s how you like it, huh? you liked getting treated like a slut” souya growls, guiding his girth toward your lips. “fine. then that’s what i’ll do. cut the shit and open up”.
doing as you were ordered, you allow your jaw to drop. the moment he has access souya is shoving the entirety of his cock into your mouth. if you weren’t already choking you certainly were when souya, who still had control of the back of your head, pushes you even further until his pubes are almost tickling your nostrils.
you’re desperately breathing through your nose as souya relishes in the feeling of your warmth. he has to remain still for a moment out of fear that he’ll cum immediately. once he’s collected himself, souya starts thrusting his hips, acting as if your mouth was any other hole.
his curses ring in your ears as souya’s cock hits the back of your throat over and over. being reduced to nothing but a sex toy has you getting excited. so much so you start humping souya’s leg like a bitch in heat. witnessing your neediness only makes souya degrade you more.
“f-fucking slut. you’re really getting off to this. i’m supposed to be the one getting rewarded for my hard work, not you” he groans. “don’t forget your place. you’re my personal cumdump and that’s it”.
all you can manage to do in reply is gag. although you couldn’t have given him a better response. the noises you were making on top of the drool slipping down your chin was making souya’s ball tighten. you were no doubt cute before but seeing you such a mess had him on the brink of spilling his seed into your tummy.
“gonna cum” souya warns you in between grunts. “and you’re gonna swallow every last drop. there better not be any left”.
if you had the ability to nod your head but you figure souya can sense your obedience. after a few more bobs of your head it happens. ropes of cum spill from souya’s cock and down your throat. you gulp it down just like any other meal. you drink his release so well that, by the time he pulls out, you’re able to part your lips and stick your tongue out to show that you completed your task. it takes everything in souya not to get hard again over how effectively you followed his command.
with his chest heaving up and down, souya takes in the state of you as he comes down from his high. there’s still spit and your own tears staining your face and your eyes are so glossed over that he swears you might pass out. that’s when he becomes soft again.
“i’m sorry. i went a little overboard” souya apologizes, tucking himself back into his pants before searching for something to wipe your face with. to his surprise, you don’t seem bothered when he ultimately returns to you with a cloth. actually, you give him a smile as he starts cleaning your cheeks. damn… you were too cute for your own good.
you must have been thinking the same thing based on what you say next. “you’re adorable” you giggle “and exactly my type too. me and nahoya get along well but do you want to be my main tattoo artist from now on?”.
the question throws him off balance. again, he’s rendered an awkward mess. “i-if i say yes am i going to always get paid with sex?”.
“yup!” you chirp shamelessly.
sighing, souya tosses the tag aside when he’s done with it. “on two conditions” he says seriously, pulling on your bottom lip with his thumb. “no fucking anyone else. especially not my brother”.
initially you start pouting but when you notice the possessive glint in his eye, it makes you feel special. so in the end you agree to this term. “good. secondly, you let me make you feel good right now”.
you raise an eyebrow in surprise but before you know it, souya’s picking up. he’s stronger than you thought, that’s what you think as he takes you to the nearest surface that he can bend you over. “you know the whole point of this was for me to make YOU feel good. that’s how this exchange works” you remind him although deep down you’re all too eager.
“yeah maybe but that’s not my style” souya hums. “𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈’𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐔𝐌 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊”.
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