griffen was a tattoo artist, new to your city. you don’t often go for tattoos, but you wanted your first one on your lower belly. It was a thin flower print that spread across your stomach.

griffen had just started working on the tattoo, and you’ve been slightly discontent, letting out little yelps.

griff rests his hands on your waist and rubs little circles on your skin, making you blush.

“you’re doing so good sweetheart, just a little bit more.”