tattooartist!choso kamo x reader
synopsis: a tattooed confession becomes a love letter—etched not just in flesh, but in the soft spaces where longing once lived unspoken.
warnings: MDNI, explicit, smut, slight voyeurism
choso kamo, whose hands are everywhere all at once—caressing the soft curve of your waist, tracing the outline of your back, memorizing the shape of you like he’s afraid this moment is a dream. each touch is reverent, careful, like you’re a canvas he’s afraid to ruin. but more than anything, he just wants to mark you. not with hickeys, not with fleeting bruises—but with ink. With his art. something permanent. intimate. undeniably his.
he’s always thought tattoos were more sacred than kisses. more honest than words. and right now, your bare skin, warm under his palms, is a blank page begging for meaning.
his hand cradles the back of your neck, his thumb tracing slow circles against your jaw. you shiver—not from the cold, but from the way he touches you like he’s holding something fragile.
you don’t even know how it happened. one moment you were just talking, surrounded by memories and ink-stained sketches, and the next—your lips crashed together like a dam finally breaking. all those years of silence, of could-have-beens, swept away in one desperate, heated kiss.
choso turns you gently, his hands firm around your waist, guiding you to stand. you follow wordlessly, letting him move you how he wants. he sits down on the leather chair—the same one where countless client sat, where art was born from his steady hands. but tonight, it’s different.
he pulls you onto his lap, and you fit perfectly.
choso kamo who looks up at you like he’s seeing a vision, like he still can’t believe you’re real and here and his. His hands rest on your hips, thumbs drawing idle circles into your skin. there’s a tenderness in his eyes, a deep ache, like he’s waited his entire life just for this.
he leans in, lips brushing over the fresh tattoo on your shoulder. he kisses the edges of it softly, worshipfully, the way others might pray. Then he trails upwards, up the curve of your neck, your jaw, until he finds your lips again—slow, lingering.
his hands wander again, never staying still for long. They trace along your sides, mapping you out, committing every line and curve to memory. he wants to draw you, over and over, until he knows every inch by heart.
he breaks the kiss only to plant smaller ones across your face. The tip of your nose. your cheeks. your temples. your forehead. like he’s sealing a promise with each touch. he’s smiling now, wide and full and so unlike the usual stoic choso you used to know.
this is the moment all of choso's quiet dreams finally came true.
choso kamo whose hands went under your shirt, slow and hesitant at first—but you didn’t mind. you leaned into his touch, your breath catching at the feel of his warm palms gliding along your skin. in fact, you wanted him to do that. you craved the closeness, the way his touch felt more like a question than a demand.
your hands found the hem of his shirt, fingers curling around it—not in resistance, but invitation.
he understood.
gently, reverently, he pulled the fabric over his head and tossed it aside. The soft light of the studio fell on him and then you saw it.
tattooed beside his heart, small but deliberate, was a single flower.
forget-me-nots.
your breath hitched, not from surprise but from understanding. of all the things he could’ve chosen, that was the one. a flower that spoke of remembrance. of loyalty. of a love that never truly faded, no matter the time, the distance, or the silence between you.
“since when?” you asked, your voice quiet, fingers brushing over the ink, tracing it as if you could read the meaning from the skin itself.
“after you left. i kept sketching it… couldn’t stop. thought maybe if i made it permanent, it’d hurt less.”
he's honest at his words and you know it.
“i wanted to forget you,” he continued, voice trembling now. “but i couldn’t. i didn’t. so i marked it instead.”
you leaned forward, kissed the tattoo over his heart—softly, tenderly—like sealing a promise between the two of you.
choso kamo who let out the softest sigh at your touch, hands pulling you closer like you belonged nowhere else but there—against him, under his hands, wrapped in his arms.
and now, with your body bare and your hearts finally open, you felt it. the years of silence, of longing, all unraveling in the space between each breath.
choso kamo who asked for permission first, his voice soft and earnest even with desire clouding his gaze. “can I…?” he murmured, fingers hovering just beneath the hem of your shirt, trembling with restraint. And when you gave him that tiny nod, lips parted in anticipation, he exhaled a breath he didn’t realize he was holding—like your trust meant more to him than anything else in that moment.
he took his time, lifting your shirt carefully as if it were fragile. as if you were fragile. and when the fabric was gone and you sat before him in just your bra, something shifted behind his eyes.
he didn’t move at first. he just looked at you.
not in a way that made you shrink or feel exposed, but like he was witnessing a kind of beauty that left him speechless. his gaze lingered on your chest, your skin, the delicate lace barely covering you—and it was like the world slowed down for him.
you could feel how overwhelmed he was by it—not just the sight of you, but the moment of you, the weight of all the years and all the wanting, now so close and real and vulnerable.
when he finally reached out, his hands were reverent. he cupped you gently, thumbs brushing the curve of your breasts over the lace, and he let out a quiet, almost broken breath.
“this…” he whispered, voice low and awed. “you—this is better than anything i ever imagined.” His forehead rested against yours, eyes fluttering closed.
his hands moved to your hips and guided it to move to the pace he wanted, grinding your hips to his prominent bulge. he let out a low moan just by feeling it, imagining how good it willl be when your pussy is wrapped and squeezing around his cock.
choso kamo who couldn't take it anymore and flipped your positions over, he's now hovering above you while you're laid down in the leather chair. he moved between your legs and settled tjere, he looked up at you with a silent permission and you nodded.
he pulled your pants and he just loved the panties you were wearing, his favorite color on you. he looked at it for a second to admire before settling right between, he took your legs and hooked it over his shoulders and smelled it. the scent was just so alluring, he wanted it to be the only scent he smells.
choso kamo who pushed your panties aside and didn't hesitate to lick a stripe right in the middle where your clit is.
"this all for me?" he smirked as he hooked his fingers to the waistband of your panties and pulled it down, he pressed it on his nose and took a huge sniff before setting it aside for him to keep.
he indulges right beween your thighs, sucking and eating your pussy like it's the last thing he'll do to live.
"fuck, you taste so sweet." he said before he dove back in and spreaded your lips by his fingers to just make out with your pussy. "i waited so long for this, baby. worth every second." he talked to your pussy like it's a real person, just mindlessly staring.
he smirked and kissed your pussy again, sucking a little bit and dipped his tongue inside. you couldn't help but grip his hair to push him more, deeper to the spot that makes you moan.
"ahhh… cho." his old nickname rolled of your tongue like honey and he loved it. he pulled back from your pussy and crawled back to hover you.
he leaned down to kiss you again, a passionate, full of love kiss. the pent-up feelings pouring into the kiss. he unbuckled his belt, pulling it aside and took his pants off with his boxers.
he grabbed your legs and wrapped it around his waist, smearing the pre-cum leaking on your entrance. "cho…j-just put it in." you unknowingly whimpered, grabbing his arm and gripped it.
"if you say so, m'lady." he smirked and slowly inserted his cock in your hungry pussy. "f-fuck… so t-tight." he groaned, slowly burying himself inside you until he stretched you out. "is this o-okay?" he asks and you nodded.
he started the pace slow at first, making sure you're comfortable with the stretch. when you moved your hips to urge him to go faster, he saw the signal and fastened the pace.
the leather chair creaked under the both of you, choso was going too fast that you feel like it's gonna break but surprisingly it didn't.
choso kamo who bottomed out when he felt your pussy clenched around his cock. he leaned down and buried his face on the crook of your neck, whimpering as you squeezed him.
"yer squeezing me, baby…" he whined, gripping your hips. "f-fuck i wanted t-this so much… should've… f-fucked this p-pussy sooner." he let out a chuckle, he felt like his cock was surrendering inside her.
he looked up at you. "i m-missed you s-so much… missed y-your pretty face." his face flushed with so much adoration and pleasure. "l-love your… p-pretty face." he was going crazy as he continued to fuck you, peppering your face again with kiss.
"choso." you moaned, your nails raking and scratching his back. "yes, baby?" he smiles, looking so drunk. drunk from pleasure.
"you're g-gonna cum?" he chuckled at his own words, fucking you with a much more vigor. "y-yeah… cho, slow down." you gripped his shoulders but he didn't slow down.
"c-can i cum inside, baby?" he asks, kissing you, observing your beautiful fucked out face. "p-please baby… l-let me c-cum in you… let me s-show you h-how i missed y-you." he became so whiny, so cute.
you nodded and he brutally buried his cock in your pussy, reaching in deep and hitting your g-spot that made you gasp and cum. he felt your pussy milk while he's inside you.
choso kamo who groaned and buried his face on your shoulder and came inside you, painting your insides white and filling you like he had dreamed about.
"p-pretty." he giggled. he put his hand on your stomach, squeezing it a little. "so pretty." he kissed your neck, sucking and leaving little marks on your skin.
after a minute he pulled back and pulled out from your, your mixed cum dripped from your pussy to the leather chair. he grabbed a tissue and wiped it, he helped you up and put his shirt on you. he helped you put your panties and pants again while he admired your body.
he put his clothes back on beside his shirt which you're wearing. "you should come here more often." he smirked, grabbing your hand and guided you to stand. "you okay there?" he chuckled and you nodded.
"i'm alright." you said. he looked down at you with a genuine smile and eyes full of adoration.
"i love you." he whispered, voice barely audible, as if saying it too loud might break the moment. but it didn’t. It made everything fall into place.
his arms wrapped around you, pulling you gently into his chest like he’d been waiting forever to finally hold you this way—with nothing left unsaid. there was a tremble in his hands, not from fear, but from the weight of what he had carried in silence for so long.
you looked up at him, heart racing but steady. “took you long enough to say it.” you teased, your smile soft and glowing, but your eyes said everything—every word you’d been too afraid to say until now.
a quiet laugh escaped him, one filled with relief and disbelief. “i know.” he said, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “i think I’ve loved you since the day you sat beside me in that art class.”
you leaned into his touch, your hands resting over his heart, right where a delicate flower was tattooed—forget-me-nots, etched just beside the place where he’d always kept you.
“I love you too.” you said again, slower this time, so he could feel every syllable sink in. "please don't leave me again." he silently begged. "i won't."
and in that moment—no more silence, no more waiting—it finally felt like home.
authors note: i'm sorry this took a bit longer but here it is and i hope you like it <3
written by angelonfire | plagiarism not authorized