JJ was a big fan of tattoos. From the stick and poke tatts, to the proper tattoo place ones, he thought they were really fucking hot. Especially on you, to be totally honest.

"You ever gonna get another one?" his fingers trace over the dragonfly on your stomach, a curious look filling his cerulean eyes. A smug little smirk plays on his lips, head tilted to the side a little bit. You looked so good with all the tattoos littering your skin, even the most tiny ones.

"These fuckin' tattoos, man," they looked good. God, he was obsessed. So, so obsessed with you and your tattoos. His lips brushed your skin, tongue tracing over the ink with a gentle smile. He didn't know how you managed to be so, y'know, perfect for him, dude. JJ had a tiny few of his own, but the way the ink decorated your skin was something he really couldn't compete with.

"I gotta hear the story behind 'em all, man," he giggled, head leant against your belly. JJ soon ran a hand through his blonde hair, and he grinned up at you. He could spend forever looking at the beautiful designs that decorated your body, hands tracing over you gently.

He sighed, "Stop bein' so fuckin' amazing," he rolled his eyes, hands cradling your sides. "Ain't fair, y'know."