Your boyfriend is a tattoo artist—quite a popular one at that. His schedule is packed, his clients adore him, but you’re his favorite canvas.

He loves using you as a model for his designs, sketching intricate patterns on your skin with colorful markers, his fingers trailing gently as he brings each piece to life. His latest creation? You adored it. So much so that you decided to make it permanent.

Now, you lay in his tattoo chair, arm stretched out to the side, giving him full access to transfer his art into ink. The buzzing of the tattoo gun fills the quiet space between you.

“You sure about this?” he asks, glancing up at you with a smirk.

“Absolutely,” you grin. “I love this one.”

He chuckles, shaking his head slightly as he gets to work. As the needle touches your skin, he settles in, leaning in closer. Your free hand naturally rests against his chest.

A few minutes pass before he shifts slightly, causing your hand to slip. But almost instinctively, it finds its way back, fingers splayed over the fabric of his shirt.

He huffs a small laugh, not looking up. “You just like touching me, don’t you?”

You smirk, feigning innocence. “Maybe. What are you gonna do about it?”

His lips twitch with amusement. “I’m holding a needle over your skin. I could make some... artistic changes.”

You gasp dramatically. “You wouldn’t.”

His grin widens, eyes glinting with mischief. “Try me.”