Story behind the Tattoo
Characters: Sam, Dean x Female Reader!Tattoo Artist,
Warnings: tattoos, smut, slight abuse, rough sex, biting, semi-public sex, cursing, unprotected sex
Word count: 3300
Summary: Reader!Tattoo artist gives the Winchester brothers their anti-possession tattoos, and then bumps into Dean later that night, on her way to find some trouble.
A/N: My first ever fanfic, so I had to ‘go big or go home!’ Please tell me what you think!
S/O to my Betas! I can’t tell you thank you enough for being so supportive!
@sis-tafics You are a superstar! When I shared the idea of writing my first fic “I’d read the shit out of that, please tag me
@sofreddie “The smut - Good Lord! - was certainly hot!”
@thinkwritexpress-official “This entire story is really hot but this part is just. Ahhh. Holy hell.”
“Hello, we’d like to both get tattoos please.” One male voice said.
“Please?” Another male voice let out a chuckle at the politeness of the first one to speak.
“Sorry we are booked a month out. You can leave a deposit and schedule a time to come back?” The front desk attendant asked.
“If they’re smaller size then I’m available!” You shouted up towards the front. Tonight’s appointment had texted and cancelled only a few minutes prior and you hadn’t gotten a chance yet to tell the desk. You walked out of your private cubicle and out into the hallway, where two tall, delicious-looking men stood.
One of them was a little taller than the other, and he had long brown hair that flopped down to frame his face. The other one, less tall, but just as handsome as the first, was eyeing you in confusion. “Where on your body and how big? Color or black?”
“Whoa, whoa, I don’t know if I trust a chick to permanently mark up my body.” The less tall, more blonde man said, raising a hand in your direction.
Before you could utter a smart mouth comeback about him preferring some hulking male to manhandle him instead, the brown-haired guy made a jab at the other’s ribs and gave him a bitchface before turning back to you and making a circular shape with his hands, “About this size, black, and on our chests.”
Clearing his throat, the blonde one added “Nothing too fancy.” He was still eyeballing you, but you didn’t mind it much since he had the most amazing deep, sea green eyes, even under the terrible fluorescent lighting. With gorgeous lusty eyes like those, you’d let him get away with the earlier rude comment about trusting ‘a chick.’
“Sure. ‘Bout $50 for the each of you. Do you know what design you wanna get?“
The tall one pulled a journal from inside his jacket and flipped open to a page with a pentagram and some poorly drawn flames surrounding it. Normally, you were able to control your facial expressions and remain pretty stoic, but this was just too precious. You couldn’t help but crack a smile as a little laugh left your lips. You’d seen all sorts of crazies walk in asking for unexplainable tattoos, and in all sorts of embarrassing places, but this was just sweet.
"Something funny?” The sex god with green eyes asked you.
“Just not what I was expecting from you two. Normally your types get… I don’t know, tribal designs or something.”
“Our types? Wha-What does she me-” He looked back and forth between his tall friend and you, confused. He got to take a jab at you as 'some chick,’ so you jabbed back at him playfully, and when he saw your growing smile, he understood your sarcastic insinuation.
“Okay listen,” the tall one said, drawing your attention back to him, “it doesn’t have to be this exact drawing, but overall like this. The most important thing is we need the pentagram to be like this, with the lines overlapping and underlapping in a certain way.” He explained while pointing at the different places in the drawing.
“No really, it’s good.” You tried your best to sound convincing and took the page from the tall brown-haired sweetheart, “Just give me like 10 minutes to sharpen this up, make my transfers, and scrub up. You guys take a seat, I’ll call you back in a few.”
After drafting a cleaner version of their drawing and sharpening up the flames surrounding the pentagram, you set up your area and called them both back, “Hey boys, come check this out.” Green eyes met yours before you’d even finished your sentence, he was already walking towards you, his cologne wafting towards you as he came into your cubicle.
“I’m Dean, by the way.” A blush broke out over your neck and up your cheeks.
“Y/N” You hadn’t meant for your voice to be a breathy whisper, but something about him made your skin hot.
“This is my brother, Sam.”
“Oooh, brothers. Got it.” You let the sarcasm creep back into your voice to continue the earlier implication that they were lovers.
Dean shot you a glare and you swear it went straight to your core. How could a dude you just met a few minutes prior be tossing you glances that gave you butterflies and made your head cloudy? Changing the subject quickly, before you melted on the floor, you cleared your throat and asked Sam what he thought about your rendition of his drawing. Sam had moved to hover over the small table in the corner, looking at the transfers you’d made, his forehead wrinkled in concentration. He was minutely comparing your drawing to his original version in his journal.
“We’re sticklers for details.” Dean offered when he noticed you waiting for Sam’s approval. He nodded slightly at Dean, who nodded back at him in return, like some sort of unspoken language between the two of them. You take that as your cue to glove up and get ready.
“Alright so, who wants to go first?” You asked as you snapped the glove at your wrist.
After you’d finished the tattoos on the two 'Brother’s Grimm,’ you’d nicknamed them in your head, you were outside in the back alley catching a smoke break. You’d been trying to quit for a while now, so you were just holding a lit cigarette, twirling it in your fingers, not allowing yourself to take a drag. This was torture. You’d told yourself that this would be the best way for you to quit, but this was just plain sad. You watched as the ribbons of smoke burnt off the tip, losing yourself in thought. You flicked the cancer-stick away from you, not caring to smash out the cherry, when an idea dawned on you. You didn’t need to ween off the smokes, you just needed to find a new vice. Replace one bad habit with another.
Pushing off the wall you’d been leaning against, you started to walk towards the mouth of the alley, leaving the tattoo shop behind you. You had about 30 more minutes left before you had to head back, and the bar across the street was the perfect place to drown inside a bottle… or two.
“Y/n. Fancy seeing you here.”
Dean’s voice came from somewhere off to the side. Turning, you saw he’d parked on this side of the street, closing the door to a beautiful classic Chevy Impala, and was probably heading to the same bar.
“Here? Oh, I’m a regular here.” You gestured to the alley behind you, sarcasm dripping from your words.
“Is that so?” He took a few strides towards you and warmth pooled in your belly. Something about him was telling you 'danger’ but he was too fun to flirt with, and every time your eyes caught his eyes, a chill ran up your spine. The time you’d spent tattooing him earlier tonight, flirting to distract him from the buzz of the gun, watching his small muscle ticks when the needle broke skin, wiping away excess ink from his perfectly chiseled chest, those memories were still fresh in your mind.
You lifted your chin confidently and smiled at him crookedly. He took that as an invitation to continue walking towards where you stood on the curb. You knew your gut didn’t lie, he probably was dangerous, but it was just so thrilling to keep this going. This balancing act of flirting just enough, letting the sexual tension grow and grow. Before you could think further, his face was hovering just in front of yours. His lips a breath away from you, and suddenly you were so thankful that you didn’t take a drag from that cigarette.
You crashed your lips to his roughly, calling his bluff and wrapping your small hands around his jaw. You felt him crane his neck down to you, and his hands run up your sides and around your back. One hand strayed up to the nape of your neck as he tried to deepen the kiss, his tongue pressing against your lips begging entrance to your mouth.
You pulled back with a jerk and open palm slapped his face, taking him completely by surprise, the loud SMACK breaking apart your silent moment under the streetlights. He backed up a few paces towards his car with his hands up in mock surrender.
“Whoa, hey- I didn’t- You kissed me fir-”
Before he could utter any more words, a wicked smile spread across your lips and you stalked towards him, swaying your hips. He caught on quickly and lowered his hands, a slight smile playing at his expressions. Eyebrows raising, he whispered in awe, “You’re a wild one, aren’t you, y/n?”
You continued walking towards him, backing him up until he bumped backwards into the driver’s door of his Impala.
“Well, not 'supernaturally’ wild.” You cracked a joke at his earlier tattoo chair confessions, “but I’ve been known to have a vice here or there,” You rested your hands on his shirt just over his stomach feeling his abs ripple as you ran your fingers over them, “and I was actually just about to go look for another…”
“Don’t objectify m-” Your mouth was on his before he could finish his smart-ass remark. You started the kiss roughly again, but he wrapped his long fingers around your skull, gripping a clump of your hair and you had to give in. You let your lips part with a moan and your tongues met at the same time, colliding and dancing against each other. You felt like he was taking whatever he needed from you, just as much as you were taking from him. You’re playing a cat and mouse game, but who exactly was the cat and who was the mouse?
You could feel his length bulging in his jeans against your lower stomach so you ground your hips against him, eliciting a deep growl as his chest expanded with a breath. Your hand reached behind his ass to grab the driver’s door handle and pull it open. When Dean realized what you were doing, his hands left your body to help yank the door open. You broke away the kiss and smiled mischievously at him, wiggling a finger for him to follow you onto the bench seat.
“Let’s break this baby in.” You giggled.
“Oh, Baby.” Something in the way he said it, you weren’t sure if it was directed at you or at the Impala, but you weren’t about to stop to ask. As you lay back on the front bench seat, he crawled in over you and ran his tongue over some exposed flesh on your stomach where your shirt had pulled up slightly. The sensation of his warm tongue and then cool breath had your panties soaked through already and sent a shiver down to your bones.
He unbuttoned your jeans and you helped him shimmy you out of them, along with your panties. You watched him through your eyelashes, waiting to see what this green-eyed sex god would do next. Without breaking eye contact, he wrapped his hands under each of your butt cheeks and used his weight to push your legs apart, settling in between. Achingly slowly, he dipped his head low and swirled his tongue around your sensitive bud. A breathy moan escaped your lips before he dove in, roughly kissing your pussy as his stubble rubbed against your thighs in an exquisite way.
“D-Dean.” You let your eyes close and head roll back as you tried to run your fingers through his short hair. His long fingers started squeezing and digging into your ass cheeks as he groaned back a response. It was the perfect balance of pleasure and pain, just how you liked it. Your hands left his hair and traveled up over your own stomach, lifting your tank top and bra up to expose your breasts. Absently, you played with your hard nipples while he continued licking and sucking at the apex between your thighs.
He pulled one hand away and before you knew it, he was sliding two fingers into you and dragging them over your g-spot in rhythm with his tongue strokes. You tried so hard to stay still and let him work you over, but soon your hips were moving on their own and bucking against his perfect face. “I- I’m gonna come”
He growled against you again and pulled the hand that was still on your ass away, only to push down hard on the top of your mound, causing you to take his entire assault full on. He flattened his tongue against you and twisted his fingers. Not caring anymore to stay quiet, you moaned his name, loud enough for the patrons across the street to hear, as your orgasm ripped through your limbs and sent white and black splotches across your vision.
Before you had a chance to come down and form coherent thoughts, he was lifting his shirt over his head, the plastic wrap still covering your fresh art on his chest. Unbuckling his pants, his cock sprang free, long and thick. You licked your lips at the sight of him and your pussy throbbed, wanting him inside you as soon as possible. He pumped himself a few times, while he lined up with your opening. His eyes met yours and some emotion flashed quickly in that sea of green. Concern?
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
You giggled, “Don’t worry about it. I’ll like it, I promise.” You let your hands lift up to run over his forearms and biceps as he dipped into you. You arched your back in response and tilted your hips to open to him easier. Without thinking of it, you lifted one leg up and over the steering wheel since the other leg was pinned against the bench seat. Dean slid into you slowly, filling you up fully and groaning out his satisfaction. Pausing for a second to let you adjust to his size, he ran a hand down your side to your thigh. Turning his head and realizing your foot was on the steering wheel, he slapped the bottom of your thigh, causing you to yelp and your foot to fall off.
“Hey! Easy on Baby.” Dean said. You realized in that moment that he had been talking about the car earlier, referring to it as 'Baby.’ You couldn’t let him get away with that slap. You giggled seductively and pulled his head back down to yours, kissing him deeply and running your teeth across his bottom lip. You let your hands run up his smooth back and sides wrapping your hands around his firm shoulders. You let your thumb run down and over the plastic wrap on his fresh tattoo, the raw skin there causing him to pull away from your lips and hiss in a breath. You had barely touched him, but you knew it was enough to get his attention, like fingernails across a sunburn. You smiled wickedly and he returned it, a glimmer in his eye as he started pumping in and out of you forcefully.
Every time he pulled out, he slowed down and almost stopped with just barely the head of his cock inside you, only to then slam back into you, crashing his hips against the inside of your open thighs. As his pace quickened, you let your head roll back and to the side, and he took the open spot at your neck as an invitation. He trailed open mouth kisses from your collarbone up to your earlobe, pulling it between his teeth and biting gently, all the while forcefully grinding against your cunt. The feeling of his teeth on your ear made you whimper, that was your weakness. How had he found it so fast?
“You like that Y/n? You like when I bite you?”
“Yes. Dean. Sh-shit.” Was all you could make out in between his pounding thrusts.
He ran his tongue down from your earlobe to your shoulder and bit down again, hard. You moaned out something sinful. Then he replaced his teeth with his lips and tongue, gently pulling and sucking. You knew he was probably going to leave a hickey there, but the idea of getting marked up by him only turned you on more.
You lifted a hand and grabbed the back of his neck, dragging his attention back to your mouth, kissing him sloppily and deep, forcing your tongue into his mouth and him mirroring you. You could taste your earlier orgasm still on his lips and it only made you burn hotter. His fingers dug into your hip, pushing you down into the bench seat as your pussy started to tighten and flutter, his thrusts becoming erratic and deeper. He broke the kiss and tucked his head against your neck again, nipping, biting, sucking, dragging his teeth over your skin. He got to your earlobe again and drew his tongue around the outer edge of it, causing you to squirm against him, but it was no use, he had you pinned down, his body weight a welcome force against you.
Groaning out, he said, “I’m gonna come in you, alright?” You were too much of a mess of heavy breathing and focusing on your own orgasm to answer right away, which made him bite down hard near your collarbone.
“Oh god, Dean. Fuck. Yes.” Your voice a whine as he drew you closer and closer to that precipice of climax.
He pulled his face away, long enough for you to see his huge grin, before he snaked up a hand and wrapped a bunch of your hair in his fist and pulled. You cried out in pleasure as he resumed kissing your neck and ear, swirling his hips against you in a punishing rhythm. “Come on Y/n. Come for me.”
In just a few more thrusts, he was growling against your neck, your skin between his teeth, finding his orgasm just as yours slammed down against you. Your pussy clenching around his thick shaft, filling you up so that you could feel every twitch and jump of his cock as he finished deep inside you.
After a few minutes, when you felt like you’d returned back into your body, you pushed against him gently, careful not to graze the fresh tattoo again. He got the hint and slid out of you, the loss of him causing your stomach to roll back into place. He leaned over the back of the seat, grabbed a flannel shirt, and bringing it down, started to wipe you clean.
“Look at that. Not even at the shop, and I still manage to find an apprentice to clean up my mess.” You giggled at your own joke.
“Apprentice? Heck no, sweetheart. I’m a Master. I’ll best you, anytime, anywhere.” He winked at you as he pulled his pants back up and handed you yours.
“Alright,” you said pulling down your bra and shirt back into place and slipping your pants up. “It’s still early for me, why don’t you take me over to that bar and show me? Ever heard of Billiard Blitz?”
“What? What is that, like drunk pool?”
“Oh, honey. Let me teach you the ways of this college town.” You smiled up at him as his green eyes warmed and he pushed open the car door, “There aren’t many rules, but it starts with one of us chugging until the other breaks…” You continued talking as you let him pull you from the car and led you off to the bar across the street, fading into the neon flash of the signs.Tags: