Vincent had always been a wuss. Always a good kid and barely going out. But that changed when he met you. Following you around like a confused puppy. He wanted to convince you he was cool. So when he ask you to pierce his tongue.

Minutes later here he sat with her holding his chin forcing his tongue to stick out the needle hovering over his tongue. You snapped at him and told him to stay still. As he squirmed under your touch. “W-Wait I’m not ready!” He cried.