Maybe I Have A Fetish For Tattoos - Tumblr Posts

A/N: Salut everybody, this work was inspired by a recent tattoo visit of mine lately. Got the idea during the session with my tattoo artist.

genre: fluff

warnings: cursing, my bad writing

words: 2925

@nerd-of-karasuno @rukia-uchiha-98 @wake-uptoreality @lyditheoverthinker

The Room Where It Happens: Tattooartist!Tetsurō Kuroo x f!Reader

Why, just why did you lose that bet?

Stomach grumbling in nervousness, you still hesitate to enter the front door.

Three days ago, you went drinking with your friends and one of your male friends, who is fond of the company of other men, said he can 100% get a phone number from a girl if he tried hard enough.

You, being drunk out of your mind, agreed to the bet.

Then again, all four of your friend group were intoxicated as hell.

So the next morning, you receive a text from your friend, reminding you that you lost the bet like the other two who also bet he wouldn’t be able to do it.

The other two who had lost, had to do something as well.

One of them had to color their hair blue and the other one had to call up their mother, saying they are expecting.

To be honest, it’s completely unfair that you had to do the most difficult one.

You’d rather call your mum and tell her that you got knocked up and listen to her shout at you for the next two weeks than get something tattooed on your skin that will last a lifetime.

The cool breeze of the wind that flows through your hair makes it flow to the side and you take the loose strands and push them back against your ear.

When you stare at the name of the tattoo studio in front of you, you can’t help but chuckle a little bit at the name.

‘Ink = Mc²’

Taking a deep breath, you keep telling yourself that you don’t even have to get something big or visible, just a little something, so your friend will stop spamming you.

Finally taking the big step, you push the door open and the doorbell of the shop chimes with your entrance.

The warm air of the shop makes you feel nice and warm, finally getting away from the cold autumn air from outside.

The distant smell of disinfectant and the rock music playing in the studio is filling your senses, taking away the nervousness a little bit from you.

The shop is wide and spacious, with an unoccupied front desk straight ahead and a little waiting area with two chairs on the left side. Light gray walls on every side of the room.

There are one or two plants in the lower wall corners, giving it a friendly atmosphere.

As you look around, you notice different kinds of tattoo pictures along the walls, some colorful or only black and white, others looking like fine line art style.

You can hear deep voices talking in some of the backrooms, along with the irritating noise of tattoo machines ringing in the back of your brain.

Just the sound of the machines is making your stomach twist in knots again but as you are about to turn around and leave, you hear a loud voice calling out to you, making you freeze in your steps.

“Hey! Can I help you?”, a hospitable voice asks.

Turning around to the voice, you see a very tall muscular guy with white and blackish hair, that’s a little bit spiked up.

Tattoos are covering up his entire arms, some poke out from the neckline of his white shirt and there’s a small one on the side of his neck.

Even with the shirt, you can make some faint outlines of some of the black ink of his tattoos on his chest and stomach.

His wide golden eyes shine with excitement and curiosity.

The artist is kind of hot, you’re not going to deny that fact.

As you are about to answer, another guy, much smaller than the other one, comes around the corner, typing something on his phone as he makes his way to the front desk.

He only has a few tattoos but his brown-blondish hair which is tight together in a messy small bun is the only thing that is colorful about him.

He is completely dressed in black. Black shirt, black jeans, and black sneakers.

Sitting down at the chair behind the front desk, he sits down with a huff and gives you a boring look.

Your gaze goes back to the tall guy with the spiky hair and you finally give him an answer.

“I wanted to get a tattoo today ”, you state.

“Do you have an appointment?” The blonde asks you.

"Uhm, no. I, uh, kind of came here spontaneously.” You explained to them in a shy voice.

They both stare at you for a few seconds, and the one with the spiky hair laughs loudly at your explanation.

You flinch a little bit at his loud laugh but remain silent.

“So you just came in here, with no plan of what to get, deciding to get something that’s going to be on your skin forever?” Bunhead asks you in a slow voice and gives you a critical look.

“That pretty much sums it up, yeah.” Taking in his words, you reply after a moment of thinking.

“Haha! Being bold I see! I like it!” The golden-eyed guy compliments you with a large grin.

You blush a bit at his comment, deciding he is a lot more friendly than the other one.

“Still.” The less friendly guy starts.

“You don’t have an appointment. We go by appointments only.” He squints at you in annoyance, hoping you get the memo and leave.

“Now now Kenma, don’t scare away our customers, just because you’re not in the mood to deal with them.” A third voice jauntily joins the conversation.

Now that’s a supermodel right there. A tall, lean but muscular guy struts in, his stature intimidating your small figure. He is wearing a Nirvana tank top and both of his arms and neck are covered in bursting tattoo colors, making his whole body look like a painting of a professional painter. His raven-black hair looks messy like he just rolled out of bed ten minutes ago. There’s a fringe covering his right eye a little bit. His good looks are giving you a tingling feeling in your stomach, your heart beating fast against your ribcage and you swear you’ve never seen a guy this attractive. It’s almost unreal that two people can make a guy as good-looking as him. After a few moments, a guy with colored hair walks out of the room, stretching his arms above his head, immediately flinching from his arm movement and you’re guessing he is a customer that just got his tattoo done.

The canvas takes a look at his upper arm, admiring the work that has been done on his skin in a wall mirror. It is an octopus holding planets in his arms, a few purple and blue watercolors dancing along his tentacles, making it look like shooting stars are flying around. It is impressive artwork, you have to admit.

The third guy that told ‘Kenma’ off, takes off his black latex gloves and throws them into a trashcan right next to the desk. He grabs the disinfectant bottle on top of the desk and rubs the solution of highly concentrated alcohol over his large hands.

Kenma doesn’t say anything, just glares slightly at the black-haired guy before going back on his phone with a pout.

The canvas turns to his tattoo artist, thanks him a lot for giving him that tattoo with a bright smile, and hands Kenma a couple of bills, before leaving the shop.

“So what’s the problem?” The black-haired guy asks while glancing at you three.

The owl-looking guy takes over for you.

“She randomly wants to get a tattoo but she doesn’t have an appointment.”

“Oh, I see. Well sweetheart, go ahead to the front desk, make an appointment with Kenma, and then we’ll talk about what to get you. Bokuto, you’re done for the day, right? Go home.” He gives you a wink, as he turns to his friend and pats him on the shoulder.

Bokuto beams up at that, running to his tattoo room to finish cleaning up and getting ready to go home.

“Kuroo your next customer just canceled. Something came up according to her.” Kenma shows ‘Kuroo’ the text message on his phone and it makes Kuroo groan in frustration.

He rubs his big hands over his face and exhales deeply.

But suddenly a light bulb pops over his head, quickly turns to you with a dashing smile.

“Since I am free now, I can give you a tattoo after all” Kuroo suggests.

“Oh uh, really? I don’t want to make you stay here longer than necessary.” You worryingly reply, feeling guilty about everything now.

He waves you off dismissively and just tells you to follow him into his room, where the art and magic of tattooing happens, according to him.

“See you tomorrow Kuroo! Gotta pick up my girlfriend from work! Bye Kenma!” Bokuto shouts over his shoulder as he puts on his dark blue jacket along with a black beanie.

“Bye.” Kenma retorts in a quiet voice, keeping his eyes on his phone, as you pass the desk to follow Kuroo.

Once you enter his working room, you see multiple arts of watercoloring and fine line tattoos with all different kinds of motives hanging on the left side of the wall. From the smallest fine outlining of a rose to a big black and white owl with loose feathers flowing around it. It’s exactly what that guy Bokuto has on one of his upper arms.

The right side of his wall is decorated with pictures of friends and family, some official awards and also a little fan sitting on one of the many shelves in one of the corners.

The black leather furniture and a little armrest are standing neatly against the wall, sealed with protection foil, ready for the next tattoo customer.

Kuroo prepares a little table with paper towels, numbing lotion and bubblegum scented antibacterial fluid.

He gestures for you to take a seat on the tattoo chair and you comply.

“So what’s the story behind your little stunt? Rebelling against Mom and Dad? Boyfriend left you? Lost a bet?” Kuroo starts off like going down a checklist, still getting prepared by putting the tattoo machine together while gazing at you with a curious look.

‘Seems like he has enough experience to know about the reason I am here’ , you think.

“Third guess is correct. Lost a bet.” You admit with a tight smile and you can feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

He chuckles at your answer and sits down in his chair, to roll it in your direction where you are sitting.

As he comes closer, you can make out more of his countless tattoos across his body. Starting on the left side of his neck is the head of a Japanese dragon and its body goes all the way down to his left elbow. Its red and black scales look highly realistic, its sharp claws holding onto human skulls.

On the part of his low-cut tank top that doesn’t cover his collarbones, you see the lines of ravens fighting each other and his right arm is covered in different anime symbols, a few you recognize from Attack on Titan, Demon Slayer, One Piece and Seven Deadly Sins.

“So what did you want to get? Any wishes or any ideas?” He asks you with a raised eyebrow.

You think for a few moments, frowning deep in thought. Unfortunately, you can’t think of anything so all you say is:

“Surprise me.“ You suggest with a gleam in your eyes.

Kuroo puts on a black medical mask and nods in agreement.

Thinking your smile reminds him a little bit of the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland, he has an idea what tattoo to give you.

Nonetheless, he will add a little bit of feminine touch to it.

Grabbing the black ink and different sizes of needles for the tattoo machine, he puts on his black latex gloves and puts the first needle equipment together.

Kuroo puts some of the numbing cream on the back of your upper arm, turning on the button of the tattoo machine.

He gives you one last look with his hazel-colored eyes, to make sure you actually want this.

You nod in determination and he starts tattooing you.

~ One hour later ~

Spraying the liquid of the bubblegum scented antibacterial bottle on your freshly tattooed skin, he gently wipes the remaining black ink away from your sensitive skin with some paper towel.

Flinching slightly when he goes over your skin, you can’t help but be giddy with excitement about what masterpiece he has created on your skin.

Taking a good look around it, he steps back and lets you get up from the black leather chair.

Throwing his mask and gloves into the trash, he watches with anticipation as you walk over the mirror to see it.

As you’re finally able to take a look at it, you gasp in amazement.

It is beautiful.

Kuroo tattooed the face of the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland, along with two little branches around the face, little flowers sitting in between the leaves.

It’s a fine line tattoo in simple black ink.

The lines are flawless, the Japanese cherry blossom flowers looking soft and real, some shadowing inside and outside of them.

“So? What do you think? Do you like it?” Kuroo gives you a look of interest as he begins to clean up.

“I-I… I don’t have the words for describing how incredible this looks. The lines are so smooth, it looks like you drew this so easily, like on a piece of paper. The flowers‘ petals look so soft, almost like they are flowing. Kuroo I don’t know what to say, except to thank you for tattooing this on me. What made you choose this?“ , you turn to him with a tilted head, making you look like a confused cat.

Kuroo starts to grin cheekily and points at his face, his long finger following his grin.

”Your smile looks cheeky and kind of intimidating. Almost like a cat that’s ready to hunt. And no problem. By the way, beautiful , call me Tetsurō.“ He gives you a playful wink with a flirty smile.

You giggle at his antics and take a look at your arm again.

“This is just so cool! You’re very talented!“ , you compliment him.

“Hehe, thank you. Been doing it since I graduated High School. Got my first tattoo while I was a Third Year, and have been kind of addicted to having them ever since“ , he reveals while wiping off the little tool table and the chair with disinfectant wipes.

“I could hardly tell.“ , you say as you glance over the different varieties of ink on his skin.

He laughs loudly at your retort and continues to wipe down everything properly.

“They look really good on you though“, you say in admiration as you move closer to him to let your finger unconsciously move over the lines of the chemical formula of dopamine on his forearm.

Your action makes him freeze but he doesn’t stop you from caressing it. Your touch feels like it’s setting his skin on fire, giving him goosebumps.

Realizing what you are doing, you quickly snatch your hand away in embarrassment and apologize quietly.

Kuroo coughs awkwardly with red cheeks and cuts a foil from a package.

“How much do I owe you for this Tetsurō?“ , you ask him as he carefully places a protection seal over your fresh tattoo.

“Usually I charge ¥21,000 for an hour from clients but I am going to be honest with you. I think you’re an absolute beauty. Looks-wise and personality-wise. I won’t charge you for the tattoo but I want something in return.“ He explains as he rubs his neck nervously with his hand and you can see the tips of his ears turning red.

You lift your eyebrow in return, waiting for the request.

Your eyes look like they’re shining with stars, making him feel like a teenager again asking his crush out.

“I uh… Would like to take you out on a date.“ He grins with a painful and unsure smile.

Your mouth opens in awe at his request before it turns into a breath-taking smile and it flusters Kuroo even more.

“I would love to!“

“Great uh… Here let me give you my number so we can talk about the details over text.“

You pull your phone out of your backpocket and hand it to him.

As you watch him type in the details, you begin to feel very excited and proud to have scored the shop owner‘s number.

When Kuroo hands you your phone back, he begins to walk with you to the entrance hall to see you off.

Kenma is still at the desk as he watches Kuroo say goodbye to you. After you leave, he begins lecturing his idiot of a friend.

“I can’t believe you gave her a tattoo for free. How stupid can you be?“ Kenma mumbles angrily under his breath as he glares daggers at his best friend and owner of the tattoo studio.

Kuroo just sighs like a lovesick fool and looks back at Kenma with a smile so wide, it almost makes him gag.

“I did it for love. Maybe you should try it out once in a while if you weren’t such a shithead to our customers.“

“Fuck off.“ Kenma snaps at him.

~ Here is a pic of the tattoo Kuroo did on Reader <3 ~