Tattoos

A quiet summer morning in Hongdae.

You go through your usual routine at your small tattoo shop. The commute is a bit long, but you don’t mind. This place is yours. Nothing fancy, but it’s honest, and you love it. Tattoos still carry a certain stigma in Korea, but you’ve always respected the courage it takes for someone to put permanent art on their body. Whether it’s a meaningful memorial or a silly cartoon, you’re just happy to be the one who brings it to life.

Most of your customers are walk-ins; tourists, locals, and occasionally celebrities trying to be discreet. You’re wiping down your station, organizing your tools with practiced muscle memory, when the bell above the door rings.

"Eoseooseyo!" you call out.

A small, petite woman steps inside wearing an oversized hoodie with the hood up and heavily tinted sunglasses. Shorts and simple flip-flops complete the look. She’s clearly trying not to be recognized.

"Hi, I’m y/n. What can I do for you?"

The woman lowers her hood slightly. "A friend recommended this place. She gets her tattoos here."

"Ah, thank you for trusting the recommendation! Do you have an appointment or…?"
"I don’t, but do you have time right now?"
"Lucky for you, the day’s completely open."
She hesitates for a second. "Do you have a private room?"

You nod. Most clients don’t ask for one unless the tattoo is in a sensitive spot. "We do. Right this way."

You lead her to the back room. Deep red walls, black-and-white checkerboard floor, old punk posters, and the faint metallic scent of ink and antiseptic. A black vinyl table sits in the center.

"I like the vibe here," she says softly.
"Thank you. I put a lot of myself into this shop."

She finally removes her sunglasses and pulls her hood down completely.

Your heart nearly stops.

It’s Chaeyoung. TWICE’s Chaeyoung.

"O-oh! Chaeyoung-ssi!" You bow quickly. "I’m sorry, I didn’t realize-"

She lets out a cute laugh, waving her hand. "It’s okay, really. Just treat me like any other customer. I heard great things about this place, so I wanted to try it."

You try to play it cool. "What kind of tattoo are you thinking of today?"

"A cherry. Small and cute. Right here." She points to the side of her ribcage, just below her breast.

She grabs the hem of her oversized hoodie and pulls it off in one smooth motion, revealing a thin, light beige camisole with spaghetti straps. The fabric is loose and slightly sheer under the lights. Your eyes involuntarily flick to the soft curve of her breasts and the way her nipples faintly show through the material.

Chaeyoung notices but doesn’t say anything. Instead, she gives you a small, knowing smile.

"I can do that," you reply, trying to keep your voice steady. "Let’s get you prepped."

You gather your tools. Stencil, transfer paper, needles, and ink, while she climbs onto the table. She lies on her side, pulling the camisole up high to expose her ribs and the underside of her breast. You can see the gentle rise and fall of her chest with every breath.

As you carefully apply the stencil, your fingers brush against the warm, soft skin just below her breast. Chaeyoung lets out a tiny shiver.

"Ticklish?" you ask.

"A little," she murmurs, voice lower than before. "But I like it."

You swallow hard and turn on the machine. The familiar buzz fills the small room.

"Ready?"
She nods, biting her lower lip. "Go ahead."

The first pass of the needle makes her inhale sharply. Her body tenses, fingers gripping the edge of the table. You work slowly and carefully, but every small gasp and whimper she makes goes straight to your cock. Her skin is so soft, so warm. You have to lean in close, your face inches from her chest as you shade the delicate cherry.

After a few minutes, Chaeyoung’s breathing grows heavier. Her cheeks are flushed.

"Does it hurt a lot?" you ask softly.
"It stings… but it feels kind of good too," she whispers. Her eyes meet yours. There’s something darker and hungrier in them now. "You’re very gentle with your hands, y/n."

Your pulse spikes. The tension in the room is suddenly thick.

"You’re taking it really well," you reply, voice a little rough. Your gloved thumb gently wipes excess ink from her skin, dangerously close to the swell of her breast.

Chaeyoung lets out a soft, breathy sound that sounds far too much like a moan.

She shifts slightly on the table, pressing her thighs together. Her voice drops even lower.

"…Can I tell you a secret?"

You nod, not trusting your voice.

"I’ve been thinking about getting this tattoo for a while… but I also came here because I wanted to know what your hands would feel like on me."

The tattoo was only halfway done, but the tension in the small private room had grown thick. Chaeyoung kept shifting restlessly on the table, her breathing heavier than the slight sting of the needle could explain.

“You know…” she said softly, a mischievous glint in her eyes, “my friend told me what happened the last time she came here.”

You froze for a second, needle hovering above her skin. “Your friend?”

“Mhm. Somi. She got a lower back tattoo from you a few months ago.” Chaeyoung smiled knowingly. “She told me everything. How ‘professional’ you were… until you bent her over this same table and fucked her senseless after finishing the tattoo.”

You let out a nervous laugh and looked away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. That’s not-”

“Don’t lie,” she cut you off, voice sweet but teasing. “She said you kept her panties too. She was very satisfied.”

You swallowed hard, pulse racing. For a few moments you focused on the tattoo, but the denial slowly melted into a smirk.

“…Even if something did happen,” you said, voice lower now, “why would you come here knowing that?”
Chaeyoung bit her lip, eyes locked on yours. “Because I wanted it too.”

The air felt electric. You wiped the excess ink from her skin and turned off the machine for a moment.

“This clothing is getting in the way,” you said playfully, running a gloved finger along the edge of her camisole. “Can you remove your top so I can work better?”

Chaeyoung gave you a bratty little smile, even though her cheeks were flushed.

“I’m still in a bit of pain from the needle…” she said innocently, tilting her head. “Can’t you remove it for me?”

That was all the invitation you needed.

You set the machine down and peeled her thin camisole up slowly, revealing her smooth skin and a delicate black lace bra. You unhooked it with practiced hands, letting her breasts spill free. Her nipples were already hard. You continued downward, sliding her shorts off her toned legs, then hooked your fingers into her matching black lace panties and dragged them down her thighs, leaving her completely naked on the tattoo table.

Chaeyoung lay there breathing heavily, fully exposed, her fresh cherry tattoo still slightly red on her ribcage.

You didn’t touch her directly at first. Instead, you teased. Your fingertips traced slow circles around her breasts, brushing just under the swell, then around her sensitive nipples without ever giving her the direct contact she craved. You moved lower, stroking her inner thighs, grazing right beside her pussy but never touching it.

She was squirming now, hips twitching desperately.

“Y/n…” she whined, voice needy.

By the time you finally ran two fingers along her slit, she was soaked. Dripping wet, slick coating your fingers instantly. No extra lubrication needed.

You start to unbutton your own pants, sliding them off just enough where your hard cock pops out.

You climbed onto the table, positioned yourself between her spread legs, and pushed inside her in one smooth thrust. Chaeyoung moaned loudly, back arching off the paper-covered surface.

You folded her flexible body in half, pressing her legs all the way up until her knees were beside her head in a deep mating press. The new angle let you bury yourself impossibly deep with every thrust. The tattoo table creaked beneath you as you fucked her harder, skin slapping against skin in the small room.

Chaeyoung’s moans were shameless now. High, breathy, and desperate.

“Fuck. You’re so deep!” she gasped, eyes glassy with pleasure.

You kept pounding into her, teasing her between thrusts. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Coming here just to get fucked like your friend?”

She nodded frantically, too overwhelmed to speak properly.

You didn’t pull out. Instead, you flipped Chaeyoung onto her back again and climbed fully onto the table, folding her smaller body beneath yours. You pressed her legs wide open and pinned her wrists above her head with one strong hand, binding her in place as you sank back inside her soaked pussy in one deep thrust.

Chaeyoung moaned into your mouth as you immediately captured her lips in a hungry, passionate kiss. Your tongues tangled messily while you fucked her in this tight, locked position, your chest pressed firmly to her back, one arm wrapped around her body, holding her in place as you drove into her with slow, powerful strokes.

Your free hand roamed her chest, greedily playing with her pretty perky breasts. They were small but perfectly shaped, soft yet firm in your palm. You squeezed them, pinched and rolled her stiff nipples between your fingers, making her whimper and twitch beneath you. Every time you tugged on her sensitive buds, her pussy clenched hard around your cock.

“Mmm. Fuck, y/n…” she moaned between sloppy kisses, her voice trembling with pleasure. You kept kissing her passionately, while your hips rolled steadily, grinding deep inside her. Her perky tits bounced slightly in your hand with every thrust as you continued groping and teasing them, occasionally squeezing her breast firmly while sucking on her neck.
Chaeyoung’s muffled moans grew louder and needier, her body trembling in your tight hold. She was soaking wet, her juices dripping down her thigh as you kept her locked in this binding position, fucking her senseless.

You felt yourself getting close. “Where do you want it?” you groaned, still thrusting deep.

“On my face…” she moaned, voice breaking. “Cum on my face, please…”

You pulled out at the last second, quickly moved up her body, and stroked yourself over her. Chaeyoung looked up at you with hazy, lust-filled eyes, mouth slightly open. Thick ropes of cum landed across her pretty face, on her cheeks, lips, and tongue. She looked absolutely filthy and beautiful underneath you.

You both stayed there panting for a moment, catching your breath.

As you finally climbed off, you picked up her soaked black lace panties from the floor and tucked them into your pocket with a smirk.

“A souvenir,” you said.

Chaeyoung laughed breathlessly, still lying naked and cum-covered on the table.

“…Next time I want a bigger tattoo,” she murmured, eyes sparkling. “Much bigger.”