it was no secret that you loved how many tattoos your boyfriend had and you often found yourself mindlessly tracing them which he didn't mind at all

today was like the rest, you'd come in to his room strip him of his top and push him onto the bed,straddling his, tracing his inked torso and arms.

he lays there on his phone, doing whatever he was doing as you traced away

"having fun, pretty girl?" he asks