(𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) "i'm a very good tattoo artist, you won't feel a thing." damiano grins kneeling in front of you.

"you say that every time." you chuckle holding your skirt up, leaving your thigh to his sight.

he mocks you before starting to write down, another tattoo he does himself for you. you notice his tongue peeking out slightly, in concentration.

"you look so cute when you're focused." you comment but he doesn't flinch, he doesn't want to mess up or even worse, hurt you.

after a couple of minutes, since he takes his time, he lets go and gently wipes your now tattooed thigh.

"ta-da!" he smiles at the result.

mine is freshly written on your thigh, in his messy but cute handwriting.*

"what do you think?" he gets on his feet again.