Initial D Tattoo Novels & Stories

Getting this tattoo must have burned like a mother. Zane’s penis lurched out so hard it felt like it was burning too. His hands seemed to find their own way onto Trey’s thighs, stroking the hairy muscles there. He swallowed, more turned on than he knew how to describe. “It’s not complete yet,” Trey said, his voice softened by shyness. “I could only stand to have one color done for the first session. You’ll see the letters more clearly once the green and red are there.” There were letters? Trey’s erection cast a shadow from the light on the end table. Zane pushed his shaft gently to the side so he could see better. He was panting and couldn’t seem to stop. Somehow, he thought Trey would forgi

Five Years Earlier. Rex watched in awe as the ink penetrated Isabella's skin. She didn't even flinch. Tattoo artists almost always refuse to do a rib tat for a first-timer, but Isabella was adamant she could handle it. She didn't even want to watch Rex get the tattoo first. She went in, guns blazing, ready to go. And damn could she handle it. No one had ever been sexier in Rex's eyes. "Alright, hop off and let me know what you think," the artist said, a guy tatted from stem to stern with big silver gauges in his ears.

A body made for war. "Let’s start from the back," he said, turning. I dragged my gaze over the designs. He started with the skull, the first tattoo he ever got—at eleven—after his first kill. It was massive, covering most of his upper back, though other ink had been added over time. "The woman’s face over the skull, to the left," he pointed, "that’s my mother. And the dove beneath it signifies her demise." His voice was detached, but I felt the weight of it.

My panties were ruined, and I still had more than half the tattoo left. I tried to stay professional, but my hands were shaking worse now. I rested my free hand lower on his abs, feeling the hard muscle flex under my touch. His skin was smooth, tattooed in places, but these ribs were all mine to mark. “You’re my first,” I admitted quietly. “I know,” he replied, voice dark. “First solo client… and maybe more?”

"But I'm prepared to let it go." "Oh really?" I studied the fingernails on my right hand, knowing he'd never report it, not when I could counter with his very forward greeting when we first met. Yeah, I might get a reprimand, but so would he. Holy, my cuticles were a mess. I really had to stop biting them. "Stay away from my initiates." Darin straightened, one hand falling on each of my friend's shoulders. Something dark flashed on his wrist. "Nice tattoo," I said. "Not obvious or anything. Idiot."

He lead her into the shop and in a few minutes, a middle-aged man with an intricate imperial dragon etched around his right arm approached them. "So? Who's gonna get inked today?" "Both of us," the guy said and pressed her hand tenderly. "Do you have a particular design in mind?" "I want a custom-made ambigram with our initials on it. And I want our tattoos to match when I hold my girl's hand." "Ladies and Gentlemen, we have arrived in Victoria City." Her mind suddenly returned to the present after hearing the announcement of the flight attendant. She quickly got up from her seat, put on her black coat, grabbed all of her belongings, and made her exit to the aircraft.

He bent his head and tongued the tattoo on her right butt cheek. India sucked in a quick breath. Then he turned his head and tongued the tattoo on her left butt cheek. Another hissing intake of air. Colt flattened his tongue and dragged it up and down her spine, over the infinity symbol—two long, twisted black lines—a tattoo that started above her butt and ended at the gigantic butterfly spread between her shoulder blades. No traditional tramp stamp for his India. Her skin was a canvas; every marking on her was a work of art.

My shorts and top even showed off my tattoo that started at the top of my thigh and ran up my side, splaying out onto my ribs and curving slightly towards my back. Rob freaked when I had my first tattoo so I annoyed him further by expanding it. Blake's tattoo was also on show. Starting at the base of my neck it extended downwards for about 3 inches. The boys and I were playing truth or dare a while back and I was dared to let Blake tattoo me. I expected him to tattoo a dick or something rude, but he surprised me by tattooing a delicate design of swirls that looked highly professional. Rob didn't know about this, he probably would have shot Blake if he found out that he was the one that gave

His finger strokes down my neck and over the tattoo. “So, why this?” Jax’s words are whispered into my ear. “That night of the hunt, I mentioned that it was a pity it wouldn’t scar. I liked the idea of having something permanent on me to show I belonged to you. Then I remembered the bite and thought that would be perfect.” It was perfect at that moment. “And the symbol?” I smile. “If you look close enough, it’s the letters D, B, J, and C combined.” I feel him shift, and he exhales heavily.

"We’re out of here in ten minutes." It doesn’t take long to get the tattoo. Adis has a tattoo artist in the pack who has his own little place down by the tourist area, and we skip the line to go directly into the back room. The owner draws my ‘S’ freehand, as he has done it many times before. I choose to make mine a bit smaller and less flashy than the others. I also get a ‘B’ on the back of my neck, which gives me the same rights as a Beta. I hardly feel the pain; it is nothing compared to what I have endured in my life, both before and here in the underworld.