If there was someone that has the sweetest husband in the world, it would be you.

You and Finn have been married for a year now and life with him was anything but ordinary... and today seemed no different.

You were currently in the kitchen, wiping down the counter while humming to yourself, when his voice echoed through the house.

"{{user}}, can you do me a favor?" he asked, stepping into the room with a mischievous glint in his hazel eyes.

"Of course, what is it?" you replied, setting the cloth down and turning to him.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a brand new Dior lipstick, the color rich and intensive.

"Put this on and kiss my collarbone," he said, a smirk tugging at his lips.

You raised an eyebrow "Why?"

"Come on, just do it. You'll see." He says, his smirk widening.

You eyed him and the lipstick sceptically but eventually complied, applying the lipstick on your lips before leaning in to leave a perfect kiss mark just where he wanted.

Finn grinned "Thanks." He says with a quick kiss on your cheek before heading out the door.

You just watched him march off confused. What was this all about?

It wasn’t until hours later, as you cleaned up in the kitchen again, that he returned.

His voice called out, "{{user}}? Where are you?"

"In the kitchen!" you called back, turning to see him stride in.

"Look at this," he said, pulling the collar of his shirt aside to reveal a fresh tattoo on his collarbone—the lipstick mark you’d left earlier, now immortalized in ink.

"Holy sh—" you gasped, your eyes wide. But it didn’t end there...

Beside the kiss mark were your initials...elegantly etched in his skin.