johnnie guilbert & jake webber imagines

inked (pt 2)

all credit to @/love4thetinas on tumblr!!

summary: jake meets up with his new tattoo artist and decides he wants a new piercing as well. luckily his roommate has a piercing kit back at the house...

WARNINGS: smut 18+, mentions of needles, praise, unprotected sex, dom!jake

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The rest of her day was painstakingly long.

Each client she had after Jake had left felt like some sort of test for her not to just run out and meet him herself, but she hung on.

He too felt that the waiting was getting impossible to bear. He had gone home briefly just to remove the second skin and put the lotion she gave him on the fresh tattoo, but he had come back straight afterward and just hung around town for a while, pacing the streets eagerly with a skip in his step. Every time he watched the minutes on his phone tick closer to seven he buzzed more and more, not believing his luck that she said yes!

He took his phone out of his pocket to check the time every two seconds as he sat on a bench with his monster energy as his leg bounced up and down furiously.

But just like the first time, he was prompt, standing outside right as the clock hit 7. The sky was quite a bit darker than it was earlier, letting him see the neon lights on the side of the building as he walked about, trying to look as casual as possible.

Meanwhile, Y/n was packing up after her shift, gathering her stuff together and putting it in her purse as she slung it over her shoulder. As she walked down the stairs she remembered her date... or not a date. A hangout. That's what she decided to call - it took away the pressure. She wondered how long she would have to wait for him to get there, after all, it was rather cold and she didn't want parts of her to freeze off before he had even arrived.

But to her surprise, as soon as she opened the door she was met with the back of a familiar looking frame, who turned quickly and jumped as he saw her.

She laughed at his punctuality, wondering how long he had been standing there. "Someone's eager," she teased as she shifted her weight onto one leg, cocking her head as she looked up at him.

He remained cool, even though he clearly wasn't as tough as he once seemed. "Fancy seeing you here," he smiled cheekily as if he was totally innocent. "Was actually just planning on having a quick cig, wanna join?" he asked hopefully, whipping a box of cigarettes out of his pocket.

She bit her lip while she decided. A smoke with a handsome stranger?

"I'd love to," she grinned. "Come, let's go round here," she nodded towards the side of the shop where she usually took her smoke break so as to not get in the way of the pedestrians.

So they walked around the building and leaned up against a slightly dodgy-looking wall.

"So," Y/n turned to him as he lit his cigarette, holding it between his lips so he could shield it from the wind as he flicked the lighter on, "how's it feeling?" she asked him.

He burnt his finger slightly, shaking it with a wince as he raised an eyebrow at her question.

"The tattoo," she pointed to his stomach where he had kept his shirt slightly rolled up so as to not expose it to as much friction.

"Oh," he smiled, looking down at it and dragging his finger across one of the stars to test how it felt. "Not too bad," he nodded, taking a drag from the cig between his fingers and tilting his head back, blowing the smoke into the sky with a tension-releasing sigh, "you did a good job." He turned his attention back to her, having to angle his head down since she was quite a bit smaller than him.