Loaded Guns to Our Heads (frerard)

Chapter 15

Wassup

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Frank kept giggling as he watched me get my first tattoo. He was going to get some of his old ones touched up and inspired me to get my own. I was so nervous, I hate needles.

"I wanna see it," Frank begged.

"Not until it's done," I said.

I heard the machine turn on and I nearly jumped out of my seat. Frank giggled quietly, kissing the top of my head. He was sitting behind me so he couldn't see the tattoo on my chest until it was finished. The tattoo artist came closer with the needle and I shut my eyes.

"W-wait, wait," I breathed out. "I-I just need a minute."

"You're gonna be fine," Frank said and I didn't have to look at him to know he was rolling my eyes.

I nodded, taking a few deep breaths.

"Fuck, I wish I had done a line this morning," I muttered.

I felt a swat to the back of my head and I smiled softly.

"I'm sorry, Princess," I said. "Alright, I think I'm ready."

I watched as the tattoo artist came closer and I bit my lip as I watched him tattoo me. The pain wasn't too bad but I was still trying my best to not freak out as I leaned my head back. Frank ran his fingers through my short, white hair reassuringly.

"Daddy, you're done," Frank said with a giggle.

I opened my eyes and realized that I had probably been finished for a little bit. I spent so long just trying to calm myself by imagining myself somewhere else that he completely finished the tattoo.

"Alright," I muttered, buttoning my shirt up.

"Wait, I didn't get to see," Frank complained.

I pulled on my suit jacket and smiled as I took his hand in mine. I talked to the man about my tattoo before we went back home. Frank kept whining and whimpering the whole time. I went into my office and sat in my seat while he plopped down into my lap. His hands moved to unbutton my shirt and he quickly threw it open. Frank stared at me, his lip quivering.

"I-it's so pretty," he whimpered.

Frank's eyes watered and it was only seconds before he burst into tears. I chuckled softly, kissing his cheek.

"I-it's for me," he whimpered.

I smiled, looking at the little tiara over my chest.

"It's for me because I'm your Princess," he said, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Do you like it?" I asked.

"It's perfect!" He exclaimed.

He giggled happily as he looked at it.

"Daddy, I-I don't have a tattoo for you," he whispered sadly.

"That's okay, beautiful, you don't need one for me," I said.

"But you're my Daddy," he said sadly. "A-and you got one for me."

He laid his head down on my shoulder and I smiled as I ran my fingers through his hair. He sighed sadly and I chuckled.

"You don't have to get upset now, Princess," I said.

"But I didn't get anything for you," he said.

"You can suck my dick," I said.

Frank picked his head up to look at me before nodding quickly. He moved off my lap to kneel down in front of me. I smirked, putting a cigarette between my lips and lighting it. His hand reached up and cupped my crotch, rubbing softly. I bit my lip, smirking as I looked down at him. He pulled at my belt, whining as he struggled to undo it.