“Honestly…” Jean grumbles, pretending to be miffed as you sit prettily in the chair, watching him get his station ready to tattoo you.

You had met Jean a little under two years ago. He was giving your friend a tattoo on her hip and she wanted you there for support. He came close to ruining your friend’s tattoo several times due to his constant glancing at you throughout the session.

Since then, the two of you have been together. And what better way to spend time with your tattoo-artist boyfriend than forcing him to tattoo you?

Today you had pranced into his tattoo parlor under the guise of keeping him some company during his break before it turned into you asking him to give you a tattoo. You even had the design prepared and everything!

“Let me see?” He holds his hand out for your phone, and you oblige, letting him see the tattoo you wanted done.

“Dumb…” He comments absentmindedly, though the ghost of a fond smile on his face says different.

“Hey!” You chide, grinning as he prepares the stencil. “That’s not very professional to say to a client…”

“Alright— you’re lucky I have no other appointments today. Otherwise I wouldn’t do this…“ He plops down on his rolling chair with a sigh, waiting for you to uncover the part of your body you wanted him to ink as he snaps on his gloves to sterilize you.

“Clients pay, by the way…” He adds under his breath.