Purple Eyes - J.H

Chapter 15

⚠️⚠️ sexual implications

Jaden pov

"Look, I literally bought everything to do with tattoos." She squealed as she carefully opened the smaller suitcase.

She reminds me of a fucking puppy. One minute she'll be calm and mellow, and the next she fucking ecstatic. It's kinda cute.

"Okay, so, how many do you want? How big are they? And where are you likely to be wanting them done?" She asked in a serious tone.

"Okay around like 6-10 tats, most are small, but two are quite big. Uhm. Most on my arm, but I do want one on the nape of my neck and one on my chest." I explained, pointing roughly to where I wanted them to go.

"Okay, two sorta three more questions, do you have a vague idea as to what you want? And if so, do you want to draw it in the stencil? And finally, do you need to go and get mummy's permission before I continue." She teased. I just rolled my eyes at her last statement.

"Okay first of all, fuck off, I don't need mUmMyS permission. I am an adult I can make my own decisions." I said mocking her accent. "And second off, yes all of the tattoos I want have a meaning and so I do have ideas as to what they look like." I explained. She hands me a drawing pad and a couple of pencils.

"Dude you are literally 17, shut the fuck up. But okay then, get drawing. And try and get the size somewhat accurate to the size that you want puhleez." She said as she flopped onto the desk chair.

I learnt against the headboard and started to draw. I ended up drawing a dragon, a set of barbed wire with roses intertwined, three x's, dragon wings with numbers, a sword, an electric design pattern, an angel scene, some butterflies and bats, and the word ANTI.

I showed her them and she started to trace them onto the transfer paper.

"Okay, I hope you don't have some sort of emotional attachment to your arm hair because it's gonna have to go. Same applies to any chest hair you have have, and depending on how high you want it, possibly some of your hairline at the bottom." She said, getting some gloves on.

"You think I have chest hair? Bitch please." I scoff as I take my tank top off, or what she likes to call a 'douchebag shirt'. Once she had shaved my arms and got all the stencils on, she was finally ready to start the tattooing.

"This might hurt, this might not hurt. I really don't care, just don't be a bitch about it." She smiled sweetly. Bit harsh but OkAy. When the needle first came into contact all I felt was a vibration so this shouldn't be an issue.

By this time, she has done them all barr the ones on my chest.

"Two choices, you either stay the way you are and I tattoo you like this, just note it's easier to mess up this way. Or you lay down and I sit on your lap to get better angles." She turned the machine off and waited for my answer. I didn't physically answer I just laid back.

"Now we want to reduce the risk of a mess up." And I would love to see you straddling my lap. But she doesn't need to know that.

She rolled her eyes and straddled my stomach. Her ass was right over my crotch.

Ow. This shit hurts. She didn't even give me any warning.

"You know a little bit of a heads up next time would be nice." I grunted. She just laughed and rocked her hips as she moved her position. Mistakes have been made. "Stop moving your hips like that." I gritted. She was busy but I know she heard me because she nodded.

Once she was done, she sat square on my lap. She leaned over to wipe the excess off and then she was done. She smiled and winked at me as she got off.

I got up to look in the mirror in my bathroom. I was just admiring her work when in the mirror I see her walk in, stick a needle through her belly button and walk back out.

"Okay, no that's not okay, please tell me what the fuck I just witnessed." I rambled, very confused.

"That my good sir, was me giving myself a belly button piercing. See." She said, showing me the jewellery she just put in.

"You just out the needle through no problem? You my friend are not human." I said, pointing a finger at her.

"That simple. It didn't even hurt." She said as she started to box up all the ink. Bitch, the fuck? "Oh fuck, I forgot something. Do you have ice?" Why do you need ice my dude?

"I think we do. Why?" I ask as she follows me to the kitchen.

"How high is your tolerance to cold?" I beg your fucking pardon?

"Why is that information needed?" I ask as she takes the ice from me.

"You'll see. Come on." No, no, stop that. Fucking tell me.

She walks all the way to my bathroom and places the bag on the counter.

"Get in." She said as she pointed to the bathtub. Confused, I oblige and get in. Just as I was about to ask what is happening, I feel this cold but burning sensation radiate through my body.

"Holy fucking shit, that's cold," I didn't even register what I was saying or what was happening.

"Calm down it's not that bad." Why was this even necessary?

I turn my head to face her and ask her, but as soon as I do, her boobs are practically in my face as she reaches over to get the ice. Oh no please fuck off. It fucking cold, this isn't fair. I shift uncomfortably as I try to redirect my vision.

"You good there?" She asks as she starts to run ice over the tattoos.

"May I ask, why and what are you doing this for." I ask. Ok, this is starting to get quite uncomfortable now.

"Don't worry, I'm nearly done now. All this will do is reduce the swelling and redness of your skin later and it will also keep the black vivid for longer because it's almost freezing the ink. That being said. It's done now so I'll leave you to do, whatever." She says getting up. Well thank fuck for that.

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A/N- by the way that stuff about the ice, is complete bullshit. If you're gonna get tattoos do not do that. Ask a professional how to look after them and do it that way :)