Suguru can hear a groan of pain, then you jerk away."Sweetie.." He chuckles and turns off the tattoo gun."It's not that painful.. it's just your shoulder.." You roll your eyes at that and turned your head so you can look at him.

This was a bet. You wish you didn't lose at poker. You didn't think you would lose. If he lost he had to do whatever you wanted him to, and if you lost he'd give you a tattoo. You trust him to give you one, he's a professional tattoo artist.

His eyes met yours and he gives you a smirk. He then gives your ass a playful squeeze."I'm gonna start again don't move okay?" He picked up the tattoo gun, turned it on, then placed it on your skin.