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Sticks & Stones - Chapter 13 [Spencer Reid x fem! Reader]

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A/N - here is chapter 13! Lyrics are from That Kind of Love by MAX, which you can listen to here.

/// indicates change of perspective. Starts in Spencer’s POV.

This fic is a slow burn. Strangers to friends to very eventual lovers. Smut to come in later chapters but you will have to bear with it!

CW: drinking, making out, titty sucking, fingering, masturbation (male).

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Chapter 13 - That Kind of Love

So give me that kind of love that makes the hair

Stick straight up on your neck.

That kind of love you give your life for theirs,

Like Montegues and Capulets.

Don’t need to live forever,

Growing old with you is much better.

Just give me that kind of love.

I always forgot women seemed to take longer to get ready than men, me especially seeing as I wasn’t the kind of man who spent hours styling his hair.

I checked my watch as I waited on the couch.

I knew Y/N was a perfectionist and she had it ingrained in her that she always had to look her best. I also knew she was nervous about going out for drinks with my team tonight, so she was taking even longer than usual to get ready.

It had only been a few days since the night we spent together but I was already craving more and I think she was too. Our make out sessions were always a little more heated now, as though they were going to lead somewhere but never did.

Either she got nervous and backed away or I got called into work. God I hoped we could have another night like that sometime soon.

Eventually her bedroom door opened and I jumped up to look at her.

She wore a beautiful red polka dot swing dress of her own creation. It had a halter neck and is it wrong that it took me less than five seconds to tell she wasn’t wearing a bra? I felt like her nipples were standing to attention just for me.

Her silky legs were bare and they were so inviting. Willing my cock to stay down was no easy feat.

“Good god Dahlia,” I beamed. “You look stunning.”

She blushed and chewed her lip which was painted red to match her dress.

“T-thank you.” she shrugged bashfully.

“You know you have nothing to worry about right? You’ve already met the team.”

“That was different.” she pouted. “Surely they don’t want some victim hanging around with them.”

I crossed the room to her and placed my hands on her shoulders.

“What have I told you about that word? You are not a victim.”

“You know what I mean, Spencer. Isn’t it weird?”

“They know we’re...friends...now. Garcia practically begged for me to bring you tonight.” I laughed and it made her smile a little. “And Stella’s coming too, she’s meeting us there when she gets off work. So you’ll have her.” I stroked her cheek briefly.

“You won’t leave me, will you Spencer?”

“I couldn’t even if I tried.” I placed a soft kiss on her cheek, not wanting to ruin her lipstick but it seemed enough to ease her nerves. “Are you ready to go, pretty girl?”

“I think so.” She nodded, threading her fingers in mine.

I wondered if there would ever be a day her touch didn’t make me light headed.

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I was happy to have been invited out with his team, honestly I was. I was really looking forward to getting to know them, especially Penelope and Tara.

But I was also extremely nervous. Maybe not as nervous as I once would have been.

Spencer had a way of bringing out the old me, not all the way, but I was definitely seeing glimpses of her. Day by day I was starting to see more of her.

Every time I looked in the mirror a little more of the scared and broken Y/N chipped away to be replaced by Dahlia.

I was realising more and more so recently that Spencer was the man I’d been wishing for for so long. Every night after Brett fell asleep I used to pray to a god I didn’t believe in for someone to come and take me away from this life. I would wish for someone I wasn’t even sure existed.

But he did. And his name was Doctor Spencer Reid.

But despite everything, social situations would always be daunting for me. I never got to go out when I was with Brett.

The way Spencer held my hand as we walked into the bar had a way of calming me. If I wasn’t mistaken, he had a look of pride on his face and I liked to hope it might have been because of me.

As soon as we entered we were spotted, it wasn’t hard to miss Spencer at his height, and we were being waved over by his team.

I thought he might let go of my hand when we saw them, not wanting them to see but if anything he held on tighter.

I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make my heart soar.

“Hey guys,” he smiled brightly at them as we approached. “You all remember Y/N?”

“Honey! We missed you!” Penelope jumped up instantly and threw her arms around me, forcing my hand out of Spencer’s.

I flinched a little, surprised by the contact but then I tentatively hugged her back.

“H-hi Penelope.” I smiled at her when she let me go. “It’s nice to see you again.”

“Oh my goddess, your dress is beautiful! Where did you get it?” she grinned, running her fingers over the fabric of my dress.

“I uhm...I a-actually made it.” I felt myself blushing. I wasn’t one for bragging.

She gasped loudly and her hands flew to her face.

“You made it? Holy cow, that’s amazing! Could you make me one?”

A smile broke out on my lips and I felt dizzy with excitement.

“Oh my! Of course I can!” I felt myself get a little animated.

“In green?”

“Yes!”

“I will pay you of course.”

“No, no, no.” I shook my head. “I’m just thrilled to do it.”

“I will mostly certainly not take a beautiful creation off of you without giving you some kind of-”

“Garcia?” Spencer cut her off with a chuckle. “Let her say hello to everyone else.”

“Oh right, yes! Sorry!” Penelope giggled. “We will discuss this later.”

Spencer put his hand on my lower back and guided me towards the others.

Tara stood and hugged me while Emily, David, Matt, Luke stayed seated and gave me smile waves. Jennifer barely even met my eye and I’m glad. I was still reeling over our last encounter.

“Can I get anyone a drink?” Spencer directed his question to everyone.

Everyone nodded and threw out their drink orders before he took hold of my hand again and led me to the bar.

“I didn’t realise JJ was going to be here. Are you ok?” he asked me softly, a look of concern on his features.

“I’m fine.” I partially lied. “I’m sure she was just having a bad day.”

“She’s not usually like that I swear. She’s really nice once you get to know her. She’s just...protective.”

I nodded, not really wanting to discuss it. The truth was, I wasn’t in a hurry to get to know her.

He ordered the drinks and while we waited for them to be made he turned to me, chewing his lip.

“That red lipstick is doing things to me.”

I frowned, not sure what he meant.

“You don’t like it?”

He laughed out of nowhere and then placed his hand on my cheek.

“It’s not that I don’t like it Dahlia,” he licked his bottom lip. “It’s that I love it.”

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I always was a sucker for Y/N but that red lipstick really was doing things to me.

Since the moment she stepped out of her bedroom and I saw it on her, the only thing I could think about was seeing her lipstick mark around my dick.

Failing that, I needed to kiss her. We usually confined our make outs to behind closed doors where nobody could see. I wasn’t usually one for public displays of affection and I didn’t know how she felt about them. But I was about to find out.

I caressed her cheek and slowly moved in closer to her, giving her a chance to tell me to stop if she wanted to.

But thank god she didn’t.

She made a content humming sound as my lips pressed against hers and she moved her body closer to mine.

I swiped my tongue along her bottom lip, letting her know I wanted more and she obliged by parting her lips just enough to allow my tongue entrance.

As I deepened the kiss she wrapped her arms around my neck. I was so caught up in her in an instant that I completely forgot where we were.

I moved my hands to her hips and pulled her closer to me, flush against my body.

She moaned into my mouth and it sent a shockwave to my pants.

I would wait forever for her if I had to, but in moments like this I just wanted to take her.

Suddenly the sound of someone clearing their throat forced us apart, springing back from one another as though we had been burnt.

The bartender was looking at us in a very unimpressed manner.

I sheepishly paid for our drinks.

“My lipstick is all over you.” Y/N giggled a little, picking up a napkin from the bar.

She reached up cautiously, checking if it was ok with her eyes and I nodded.

I loved the way she was so gentle in cleaning me up. I wished it could have lasted longer.

I helped her fix the edges of her lipstick before we took the drinks back to the others.

I could tell by the looks on their faces that they had seen our display. We were met with raised eyebrows and teasing smiles.

Thankfully no one mentioned anything though, I didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable.

I just hoped the looks were because of the kiss and not the definite erection in my pants.

***

“Spencer Reid, smitten. I never thought I’d see the day.” Luke chuckled and I nudged him playfully in the arm.

“Oh shut up.” I rolled my eyes with a laugh.

I couldn’t help but let my eyes glance back at her at the table from where Luke and I were at the bar. She was in the middle of a conversation with Tara and she was smiling animatedly.

It made my heart practically double in size.

“I’ve never seen you like this before.” Luke’s voice snapped me back around.

“Like what?”

“Happy I guess.” He shrugged. “I thought you got there after dealing with prison. I thought you were happy. But seeing you now, with Y/N, I know I was wrong. This is happy Reid.”

I laughed again, shaking my head.

“She is certainly something special.” I admitted.

“I’m happy for you man.” He patted my shoulder just as I spotted hurricane Stella barrelling my way.

“Pony! There you are!” She spoke once I was earshot. “This place is like a goddamn maze I thought-“ she stopped speaking suddenly as she made eye contact with Luke.

The two of them stared at each other for several long seconds and I had no idea what was happening.

“Luke.” She breathed.

“Stella.” I saw him swallow.

“You two know each other?” I frowned briefly but then everything clicked into place. “Oh my god. This is Luke? Your Luke? College sweetheart Luke? Love of your life Luke?” My jaw dropped.

“I never called him the love of my life.” She scoffed, not taking her eyes off him.

“You have called him the love of your life multiple times. Just last week you-“

“Be quiet, Pony!” She turned to me suddenly, glaring at me. “Just…shush.”

Stella quickly turned her attention back to Luke but she didn’t speak. I’d never seen her speechless before.

“It’s been a long time.” Luke’s voice was croaky as he spoke.

“No kidding.” She chewed on her lip. “So you work with Spencer.”

“I do.” He nodded. “You must be the best friend Reid is always talking about.”

“Guilty.” She shrugged.

I knew I should probably leave but I couldn’t. I don’t think they even noticed I was still here anyway.

“You uh…you look good Stell.” Luke gave her a small smile.

She rolled her eyes.

“I know.” She clucked.

Luke laughed heartily.

“Maybe we should go somewhere more private to talk?” He nodded his head in my direction and that’s when Stella turned to me.

“Nosy much, Pony?” She narrowed her eyes on me. “Don’t you have a kitten to pet?”

I laughed and rolled my eyes.

“I leave you two to it.”

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Cara was asleep on Spencer's couch when we got home. I’m not even sure how long it had been since we’d stayed in our own apartment at this point.

I fed her and we gave her some attention and soon she was fast asleep on the floor once more.

Spencer was looking at me from the couch, his eyes heavy with what I thought was sleep but would soon learn was seduction.

He patted his lap and I blushed a little but made my way over nonetheless.

I straddled his lap and he tucked my hair behind my ears before he pulled me close by my neck and affixed our lips.

His hands roamed my back, my hips and my bare thighs. I was soaking wet within minutes and I could feel he was hard.

God how I wanted to just allow him to sink inside of me. But I knew that really, I wasn’t ready for that.

I settled on letting him kiss me and explore my body. When the kiss broke so we could refill our lungs with air, his hand went to the back of my neck, on the knot of my halter top.

His eyes questioned me, telling me if I said no he wouldn’t mind. But I didn’t want to say no. Not even a little bit.

I nodded and his whole face seemed to light up.

He raised his other hand to the knot and got it untied quickly. He kept eye contact with me as he slowly lowered the top of my dress until my breasts were displayed for his eyes only.

I gave him another nod and only then did he dare look down at my chest. I felt him throb between my legs and a sharp hiss escaped his lips.

His fingers trailed to my collarbones and stopped just above my breasts. He looked back at my eyes again and I smiled.

“I’ll tell you if I want you to stop. I promise.” My voice was breathy with arousal. He nodded and his fingers continued on their ascent until his hands were cupping my breasts.

He hissed again, his hips bucking up a little beneath me. Carefully he started tweaking my nipples in his fingers, gauging how far he could go.

I moaned a little and so he gave them a slightly harder squeeze. I moaned loudly. He pinched harder. This continued until I was red in the face and almost screaming his name.

At some point I found myself muttering “more” under my breath and that’s when his lips found my collarbone.

When his lips first made contact with my nipple I swore I saw stars. He sucked one of my nipples while pinching the other and I could barely see straight.

He switched over, his lips now on my other nipple. He was grinding his hips up into mine and I wondered if he could feel how wet I was through his slacks and my panties.

His free hand roamed my ass, my hip and then my thigh. He ascended upwards, under my dress, his fingertips grazing softly over my scar.

Then his fingers moved to my inner thigh and he sat back from my breast so he could look at me. His fingers were mere inches from my panties and he questioned me with his eyes once more.

“Please.” I practically begged. “Please Seeker.”

He kissed me again before his fingers danced along the seam of my soaking wet panties. When he gently pushed the fabric aside, his index finger found my sensitive nub as though they were magnets being pulled together.

The second he touched me I felt fireworks bursting in my chest. I had never been touched with such caution, such precision before. Brett was all about getting himself off, it never much mattered about me. That much had been painfully clear when Spencer had made me come for the first time. He was soon to make it a second I was sure of it.

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I can’t even describe the feeling of getting to touch her like this for the first time; there are simply no words for it. I’d thought I’d died and gone to heaven when I had the pleasure of touching her exquisite breasts for the first time. Taking them in my mouth was like a religious experience and then getting to touch her between her legs, I thought I actually might die.

She was so wet by the time I got inside her panties, I could have come from the feeling of that alone. The moans she made as I rubbed circles on her clit were the most magnificent noises my ears had ever had the privilege of hearing. I wanted to bottle those sounds and bring them out to indulge in whenever the need occurred.

Her face was flushed with little beads of sweat gathering at her forehead. Her breathing was growing heavy and I recognised it as her being close to orgasm.

She put her hands on my chest but they almost immediately started wandering further south and I felt a lump form in my throat and a knot in my stomach.

Her hands came to a stop on the bulge in my pants and she looked at me while chewing her lip.

“Can I…” she panted her words.

“You can do whatever you want to me Dahlia.” I kept rubbing her, causing her to moan again. “But only if you want to. I don’t want you to do anything just because you feel you have to.”

She nodded and started rubbing me through my slacks and I wished there was less fabric between us but I wasn’t going to push her.

She groped and rubbed me while I never let up my attention on her clit and breasts.

Before I knew it, I saw her face contort and I knew she was going to come.

I sucked harder on her breast and seconds later she was screaming my name and it sounded like a goddamn prayer.

She was panting and moaning as she came down from her high, her hands slowing on my dick.

When she was spent her head fell forward onto my shoulder and I wrapped her in my arms.

“You have no idea how perfect you look when you come.”

Her lipstick was probably smeared across my face but I didn’t care.

“W-what about you?” she sat back to look at me, chewing her lip in embarrassment.

“Don’t worry about me Dahlia.” I told her softly, helping her fix her dress back in place again.

“B-but…”

“Honestly sweetheart, it’s nothing a cold shower won’t sort.” I kissed her forehead and then lifted her into my arms, carrying her through to the bedroom.

I laid her gently on my bed, Cara jumping up next to her and I kissed her again.

“I’ll be right back ok?”

“Ok.”

I smiled and took my leave.

***

I’m not sure if she knew I was lying about the cold shower or not but either way she didn’t say anything.

I did have a shower, so I supposed it wasn’t a complete lie. But I jerked off while I was there.

It didn’t take me long at all to come.

I could have let her finish me off but I didn’t want her to feel obliged.

Maybe I was wrapping her in cotton wool. It had been a few months now since she’d been out of his clutches and I was seeing improvements in her day by day.

I should give her the chance to make her own decisions without me coddling her.

But it wasn’t just about that. I wasn’t just scared for her.

I’d spent so many years using sex as a defence, as an invisible wall between me and my feelings. It would be so easy to fall into bed with her. But then what? Would she still be there in the morning?

She was the only woman I’d wanted to still be there in the morning. And every subsequent day after.

I was in over my head.

She was smiling at me dreamily from the bed when I came back in the room, Cara curled up at the foot of the bed.

I slid under the sheets and my hand gravitated to her cheek.

She hummed at my touch, her eyes fluttering closed.

Her lips parted slightly and the words that slipped between them seemed to shock us both.

“I love you Spencer.”

As soon as the words came out her eyes snapped open again and her face contorted in fear.

“Oh gosh! That just came flying right out of my mouth! I never n-normally speak without thinking! You don’t have to say it back, I just want you to know. The last person I said that to tore me apart like my love was made of paper. I'm telling you because I trust you to keep me safe.”

She was crying all of a sudden and I felt my chest constricting.

Had this perfect specimen of a woman just told me she loves me? Me? I was gobsmacked into silence. She was too good for me, could she not see that? I didn’t deserve her love.

“I hope that’s ok.” She continued through her tears. “I know that word makes you feel uncomfortable because you never know if someone means them or not. I promise you, I do.”

I wiped her tears with my thumb, trying to calm her. She had set my heart aflame with her words. It felt as though her words had jump started it’s beating after being dead for years.

“Hey, shush, it's ok. I’m the Seeker, remember? I can tell when someone is telling a lie. And I know you aren’t Dahlia.” I kissed her gently.

God I wanted everything with this woman. I wanted to love her, and I was sure I was most likely already there. I just wasn’t ready to admit that yet.

“For what it’s worth, this is the closest I’ve felt to anyone in such a long time. And I have every intention of feeling everything with you.” I kissed her again and she started settling down.

I pulled her in close, her head burying into my t-shirt. I held her until her tears stopped and she fell asleep.

I didn’t get much sleep that night. I was kept awake by one recurring thought.

Good god I think I’m in love with her.

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skarsgard-daydreams · 3 years

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Fell in Love with a Girl

Description: Axel helps his girl overcome her biggest fear, gaining a new favorite canvas.

Warnings: Needles, body image issues, sexual content (you must be 18+ to ride this roller coaster), references to spanking

Note: This is technically a continuation of this imagine, but you can read it as a standalone and it will make sense. The title is a reference to the song by The White Stripes.

Usually the tattoo parlor buzzed with activity on afternoons like this, “Back in Black” pounding over the speakers as the artists rolled up their sleeves and leaned over their human canvases, executing the visions of their clients better than they could articulate them. But on this particular day, Axel had closed the shop early so he and his girl could have the place to themselves. He told her to pick something to listen to, knowing she was more of a Fleetwood Mac kind of girl than an AC/DC fan. She was tense as she took her seat in the chair, watching him arrange everything he would need on the cart beside him. She swallowed nervously, picking at the soft leather on the arm of the chair with her fingernails and trying not to think of the needle.

She had done everything he told her: she’d moisturized her skin and kept herself hydrated and had forced herself to eat a substantial lunch even though her stomach had been sick with nerves for days. “I don’t want you to pass out in my chair,” Axel had warned. It was the last thing she wanted to happen. She had seen how pale he was after she fainted trying to get her flu shot at Walgreens that one time, and it would be so much worse if it happened here, in a situation where he would surely blame himself.

Even though she was terrified, she kept thinking how much she needed this—for him to use her as a canvas the same way he did those other girls who came into the shop, already tatted up and each of them so bold and excited for him to get to work. Only this time it would be his lover, and every time either one of them looked at the black lines on her skin, they would be reminded that she was his girl—his only girl—and she had trusted him with her biggest fear.

“I don’t want you to do this just because you know I think it’s hot,” Axel said the morning after she first brought up the idea of her getting a tattoo. He was standing in front of the fridge wearing a grey tank and his boxer shorts, drinking orange juice out of the carton.

“I’m not.” She grabbed a glass from the cupboard and pushed it into his hands. He blinked at the glass as though he had never understood its purpose, then poured some juice into it.

“Then what made you change your mind?”

She wasn’t sure how to explain it. Each of his tattoos told a story about who he was, even the crudest ones. She loved the way they turned his body into something more than flesh—into something on which to hang those stories, like paintings in a gallery. She loved the way they distinguished his body from every other man, how she could follow the map of signifiers with her tongue and find the various little spots that made him moan.

The girl in the locker room at the gym had caught her eye immediately. She had watched her towel off and rifle through her backpack, completely unhurried and unashamed of her own nakedness, a wild spray of flowers blossoming all along the curve of her hip and trailing over her lean thigh. She wasn’t sure if she was jealous of the girl or infatuated with her. On her way home, she had imagined Axel working on a tattoo like that, sitting for hours as he seared his artwork into the girl’s skin, listening to her chatter about this piece she wanted to get under the curve of her breast, or that piece she had on the back of her neck. As the endorphins from her workout wore out, she felt so frustrated that her own phobia kept her from sharing that kind of moment with Axel.

She wanted to look in the mirror and admire her lover’s artwork stretched across a part of her body that had always made her feel self-conscious. She would never be as lithe as the girl at the gym. She had more curves than she liked—plenty of soft parts that Axel loved to grasp and squeeze but which never matched the ideal body she pictured in her mind. She had started to think that a tattoo would help her look at her body the way her lover did, as something to be admired.

Axel stared at her quietly as he leaned back against the fridge, holding the glass of orange juice like it was two fingers of whisky. She didn’t know how to answer his question.

“It’s as much for me as it is for you,” she finally said. “I promise.”

But now she sat in that chair feeling like she was waiting at the office of a very strange dentist, imagining every needle that had ever pricked her skin and listening to her heart pounding in her ears over the sound of Stevie Nicks’ vocals. Axel’s hand closed over her own.

“Hey,” he said. His voice was soft, but reassuring. “I got you, okay?”

She looked at him and tried to put on a brave face, swallowing hard. “Okay,” she said.

Axel studied her for a long moment and leaned over, cupping her chin in his hand as he kissed her. “We don’t have to do this,” he murmured against her lips. Her heart beat even faster.

“I want to.”

Even though her voice sounded small, Axel could tell she was sincere. He nodded and straightened up. “I gotta grab a few more things,” he said, then gently tugged on one of the belt loops of her jeans. “These are gonna have to come off.”

Her throat felt dry even though she had been drinking nothing but water for two days. She watched Axel disappear into the back of the tattoo parlor. It was the simplest, most obvious request, but it made her feel like a teenage girl about to lose her virginity to her boyfriend. She kicked off her sneakers and shimmied out of her jeans. It felt so wrong, sitting there in the shop wearing nothing but a t-shirt and her cotton panties covered in pastel polka dots. By the time Axel returned, her cheeks were flushed pink even though the rest of her face was pale and she looked as though she was going to be sick.

Axel sat down on a stool and tried to keep his own misgivings from showing on his face. He’d had plenty of squeamish clients before, but they were just clients. Usually they brought someone else along to hold their hand and talk them through the process while he focused on getting the tattoo done, preferably quickly, if they could tolerate it. This time it would be his girl sitting there, scared shitless, and he wasn’t sure how he was going to comfort her and work at the same time. He needed to give her something else to focus on.

“You okay, kitten?” he asked.

She nodded a little, chewing on her lower lip. Axel wanted to say to hell with the whole thing and capture that lip between his own teeth instead, but he didn’t let on.

“Let me show you what it’s gonna look like,” he said. They had talked about the design for weeks, compiling a list of her favorite kinds of flowers and debating on what colors she might like if she ever decided to have the tattoo filled in later. He showed her the design, holding it over her soft skin and pointing out the one dahlia blossom she had agreed to start with on the part of her thigh that would be the least painful. She smoothed her hand over the design and looked at Axel.

“You ready?” he asked.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” she said, her gaze darting toward the tattoo gun on the cart beside the chair.

Axel had an idea. He smoothed his big hands over her thighs and gave her hips a squeeze, enjoying the give of her curves under his palms and the way her body became so responsive to his touch. He pushed her panties out of the way and leaned down, kissing her along her pelvis and stopping just above her center.

“You’re gonna be a good girl and tell me if you need a break, right?” he asked, pulling her panties off completely and tucking them into the back pocket of his jeans.

For a moment, she couldn’t make a sound. She stared at him with wide eyes, nodding.

“Hm?” he asked as he nipped at her skin, waiting for an answer.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“You’ll tell me to stop?” He wanted to make sure she understood, that she wouldn’t push herself too far in an effort to be brave for him.

Her breath caught in her throat, but she managed to squeak out a response. “Yes, I will.”

Axel kissed her skin one more time, sending a shiver down her spine. “Good girl,” he murmured. He sat up and put on a pair of gloves, then started prepping the area on her thigh with alcohol.

It felt cold on her skin, but all she could think about was how the lower half of her body was completely naked, how the stubble on his face had tickled her skin as he kissed her. She had watched other girls get thigh tattoos. They usually pushed their jeans down just far enough for him to work, keeping themselves as covered up as possible—even the ones who looked at Axel as though they secretly hoped he would suddenly whip out his cock and tell them to get on their knees. She felt the leather seat below her bare ass and tried to concentrate on something other than her own arousal that had gathered between her legs when he had kissed her. She felt so exposed, sitting like that in the tattoo shop, where there would usually be half a dozen people sitting around. It was only her and her lover now, but it still seemed so dirty.

“You’re the prettiest canvas I’ve ever seen,” Axel said as he traced the design onto her skin. Sometimes she still couldn’t believe the sweet things that came out of his normally filthy mouth. It made her heart flutter. He finished transferring the design and had her look it over for approval. Even though it was only a single flower, she couldn’t believe how beautiful it was—the way its delicate petals looked like they were opening, shining with dewdrops and framed by leaves.

“It’s perfect,” she whispered in admiration.

Axel winked at her. “That’s because it’s you,” he said. She thought she would melt into the chair right then as he turned to prep the tattoo machine. “Lay back and try to relax, sweet girl.”

She leaned back in the chair and did as he instructed, squeezing her eyes shut so she wasn’t tempted to glance over at what he was doing. If she saw the needle, she felt certain she would call the whole thing off. She thought instead of how she would trace her fingers over the design later, a tangible reminder that she belonged to him, that he loved her so tenderly. His smooth voice interrupted her reverie.

“Take a deep breath for me,” he said. “Here we go.”

She inhaled sharply and tried to relax as she felt the sting of the needle on her skin. It wasn’t as bad as she imagined, but her heart began to race and she forgot to exhale.

“That’s my girl,” Axel purred. “Keep breathing for me, okay?”

She exhaled then, and forced herself to take slow, steady breaths. The pain began to subside after a few minutes and was replaced by a strange numbness. Her skin still smarted, but it felt manageable, and as Axel continued to talk her through it, she began to relax. She thought about how he sometimes slapped her ass during sex—how she would yelp, but always pushed her ass into his hands afterward, wiggling her hips and hoping for more. Once he had given her such an intense spanking that her ass was red for days. She couldn’t sit at her desk at work without it smarting and reminding her of him, of how he could turn pain into pleasure. She felt her face growing hot as she thought about it now, a gentle throb of desire drawing her attention to the place where he kissed her.

“Talk to me, kitten,” Axel said, glancing up at her. Her brows were furrowed together and her eyes were shut tight as she took slow, ragged breaths.

“I’m okay,” she mumbled.

“I’ll be done before you know it.”

He finished the outline and began shading the design, speaking soft words of praise and encouragement as he did so. He wanted to get it over with quickly for her, but he also wanted to get it absolutely perfect. Though the design was small and relatively simple, he did some of his best work that day. Sometimes when he finished a tattoo, he felt it was nothing more than a picture. But this one was a work of art. He added a few final touches and looked up at her. She didn’t seem to realize he was finished.

“All done,” Axel said, setting his gear aside and taking off his gloves with a snap.

She opened her eyes, blinking as though coming out of a trance, not unlike those times when he had fucked her out of her senses. “Already?” she asked.

Axel held back a grin and nodded. “You did so good,” he said, pushing the cart aside. He splayed his hand over her stomach, caressing her there before slipping his fingers down between her legs, dipping them into her arousal. A soft gasp escaped her lips, as beautiful and sweet as she was. As much as he wanted to fuck her, he didn’t want to irritate the area he had just tattooed. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t give her something lovely to think about whenever she remembered her first time. He stroked her with his long fingers, watching her body arc in response to her touch.

“Relax, baby,” he said. “Let me take care of you.”

That became their ritual from then on. Axel would close the tattoo shop early on a weekday afternoon and paint the canvas of his lover while she lay naked in that chair, content to let him do whatever he wanted. The blossoms spread out along her thigh and arched over her hips, coming to an elegant frame over her most delicate parts. They bloomed over her ass and flooded with color, deep shades of purple and pink that stood in perfect contrast to her flesh. When she’d had enough for the day, he’d cover the area with a bandage and make love to her. Those times were sacred, and he never felt closer to her than he did after she let him tattoo her skin, because no matter how many times they did it, she was always afraid. But she trusted him enough to let him do it anyway, and he loved her for it.

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