tropes: tattoo artist x surfer
ships: i. kishan x s. gill
warnings: none.
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amidst the chaos on the beaches of goa, a man stood there in front of a shop, biting his nails.
"should i go? or not? mann toh hai mera. par mummy maaregi! chalo mummy ko mana lunga, par dard bhi toh hoga..." the man spiralled as he thought about the consequences.
"maa chudane gaya sab kuch mai jaa raha hu— the man said but immediately regretted the words he spoke.
"hayee, mai toh rohit bhaiya jaisa ban raha hu." he exclaimed.
nevertheless, he shook his head and entered the shop. a woman in her mid forties, sat on the chair behind the table.
"hey, i need to get a tattoo." he spoke politely.
"oh hello. you sit here, i'll call someone." the lady got up and walked inside.
as he was about to sit, the lady came back with another man.
baithne bhi nahi diya.
"hi, i'm shubman." the guy introduced who was with the lady.
"hello. ishan." the other guy said.
"liza, you can go. i'll handle. this way please." shubman said and took ishan inside.
ishan suddenly felt hot seeing the tall guy. he noticed his perfect jawline, toned abs, his veiny hands and the brown eyes.
he gulped as he felt himself get hard down there.
not the time ishan!
"shall we start?" asked shubman as he kept the machines after cleaning them.
isham cleared his throat, "y-yes. sure." he smiled.
shubman put a book in front of him with various tattoo designs. "you can select tattoos from here or if you have any in mind tell me." he wore his gloves and adjusted the inks.
"actually i have one in my phone." he pulled his phone out and opened the gallery.
he showed a tattoo. it was written, "trust your struggle".
"cool tattoo." commented shubman.
"where do you want this?"
"on my chest."
"hm, remove your shirt." he said.
"i'm sorry what?" coughed ishan.
"arey, you want a tattoo on your chest right? remove your shirt." chuckled shubman.
ishan! horny mat ho!
"y-yeah..." he nervously chuckled and removed his shirt.
holy motherfucker.
shubman thought as he saw his toned abs. he cleared his throat, catching ishan's attention.
"how do you want it? straight or like you know, a bit titled or in a curve..?" asked shubman.
"a slight curve."
shubman nodded and gathered all his stuff and sat in front of him, moving his chair towards him.
he took some antiseptic on a cotton pad and rubbed it over his chest. ishan gulped and he felt getting harder down there.
wearing his latex gloves, shubman took a pen and drew the tattoo on his chest. letting it get dry for sometime, he left it and poured the ink in the tattoo gun.
