( Credit : imaginationisyours)

you an tattoo artist and had your own shop. your day was almost over just one customer left.

you heared the ring bell which meant someone just entered the shop. it was a man.

he was looking around your age. he was tall, very tall., just your type.

"hey you must be Stevenson right?" you asked trying to hide your nervousness.

“yeah" his deep voice was-heard.*

“alright follow me" you said going in a room.

*“where exactly do you want your tattoo?" imagine right on my chest" he said making you stop.

“alright, could you, you know..take your shirt off" you said feeling awkward.without saying anything he took his shirt off revealling his abs.

you couldn't help but to stare at it. he noticed your stare making you quickly look away but when you looked back at him you caught a smirk on his face.

you were ready to do the tattoo but you just couldn't find a good position. he saw you struggle as he menspreaded tapping on his lap.

“don't worry i don't bite" he said with a chuckle.