Tattoo
Just thinking about a Dazai x reader where Dazai is obsessed with your lower back tattoo
Nsfw 18+
Based on this request~
1,734 words
CW: Smut, back shots, dirty talk, hope I’m not forgetting anything~
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The first time Dazai notices your lower back tattoo is during a beach day with the agency. The intricate design is low enough to be considered a trap stamp. But Dazai wouldn’t call it that, it is far too beautiful for such a degrading title.
The ink curves delicately along the dip of your spine, disappearing beneath the waistband of your swimsuit. You are laying on your beach towel tanning. Atsushi, Kyoka, and the siblings are playing ball in the water. Yosano is lounging beneath an umbrella, with a glass of wine. Kunikida is on a chair next to her reading. Kenji and Ranpo are building a sand castle. Everyone else is distracted. But Dazai’s attention stays fixed on you.
It isn’t just the tattoo itself. Though it is beautiful. Intricate lines curling together in a design he can’t fully make out from this distance. Flowers maybe. Vines? Something elegant and soft in a way that suits you far too well. No, what catches him is the placement, it’s intimate. Dazai finds himself wondering when you got it. Why you got it. Who has seen it before him.
“Dazai.” Kunikida’s voice snaps through his thoughts. “You’ve been staring for the last five minutes.”
“Hm?” Dazai blinks lazily before smiling. “Can you blame me? I’m appreciating art.”
Kunikida looks seconds away from throwing his book at Dazai’s head. “Quit being creepy.”
“Oh, Kunikida~” Dazai sighs dramatically, “You wound me.” But even as he speaks, his gaze drifts back toward you. You are in the water, laughing now. And when you bend down to pick up the ball Atsushi hits your way, the tattoo peaks out a little more.
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The beach trip ruins Dazai, now he’s noticing things. The way your shirt rides up when you reach for something. The glimpse of ink. And suddenly Dazai wants to look longer. “What is it?” He asks you once, when you are trying to do paperwork.
You glance up from your paperwork. “What is what?”
“Your tattoo.”
“Why don’t you see for yourself?” Definitely a teasing suggestion on your part. Dazai takes it as an invitation.
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Your apartment has scattered paperwork across your kitchen counter. The Agency has dumped another ridiculous stack of reports onto you, and somehow Dazai has convinced you letting him “help” is a good idea.
Your first mistake is falling for the idea he’d help. Your second mistake is letting him into your apartment at all. “You’re distracting,” You mutter, trying to focus on the report in front of you.
Dazai, sprawled dramatically across your couch, gasps. “Me? Never.”
You don’t even look up. “You’ve been sighing, moaning and groaning like you’re dying for the last ten minutes.”
“I’m suffering.”
“You’re lazy.”
“I’m emotionally burnt out.”
That earns a small laugh from you, and Dazai immediately perks up at the sound. He likes making you laugh far too much. “You know,” He hums, abandoning the couch. “It’s very cruel of you to invite me over just to ignore me.”
“I invited you over to work.”
“Smantics.” You roll your eyes as Dazai wanders behind your chair. Then his hand settles lightly against your waist. Your breath catches which Dazai notices. “You tense up every time I touch you.” He murmurs.
“You touch me weird.”
“Weird?” Dazai repeats, sounding offended. “I’m wounded.”
“You’ll survive.”
Dazai’s fingers drift slightly lower. The touch sends heat straight up your spine. Then his fingertips pause. Right over the edge of your tattoo. Dazai goes quiet. You swallow. He’s spent weeks staring at glimpses of it. Now his fingers trace the edge carefully, almost reverently. “…Pretty.” He says softly.
The teasing tone is gone. Which is somehow worse. “You’re obsessed with this tattoo.”
“Hm,” Dazai hums thoughtfully. “Can you blame me?” His fingers move again, tracing another small line against your lower back. You lean forward in your chair just slightly before you can stop yourself. Dazai notices that too. A quiet smile spreads across his face. “There she is.”
Heat floods your cheeks immediately. “Don’t start.”
“But you’re finally reacting.” Dazai’s voice drops lower. “I was beginning to think you enjoyed tormenting me.”
You turn your head just enough to glance at him over your shoulder. Dazai is much closer than before. Warm brown eyes fixed entirely on you. “And if I do?” You ask softly.
Dazai’s expression shifts into something sharper. His hand flattens against your lower back fully this time. Thumb brushing the exposed ink while he leans down slightly, “Then,” Dazai murmurs against the shell of your ear, “I think you should take responsibility for ruining me.”
Heat pools low in your stomach. You barely have time to answer before his hand slides under your shirt again, pulling you up from the chair. He walks you backward down the short hallway, mouth already claiming yours in a slow, deep kiss that leaves you dizzy. The bedroom door clicks shut behind you. Dazai sits on the edge of the bed and tugs you forward until you straddle his lap. His hands settle on your hips, thumbs slipping just beneath the hem of your shirt to brush the edges of your tattoo.
You lean in first this time, threading your fingers through Dazai’s messy hair as your mouths meet again. The kiss starts hungry and quickly turns filthy. Teeth nipping, soft little sounds escaping both of you. Dazai groans quietly into your mouth when you rock your hips against him, feeling how hard he already is beneath you. “Been thinking about this for weeks,” he breathes between kisses, voice rough. “Every time that shirt rides up… every little glimpse of ink… fuck, you have no idea.”
Dazai’s hands roam up your back, dragging your shirt higher. You break the kiss just long enough for him to pull it over your head and toss it aside. Your bra follows seconds later. Then his shirt is gone too, and you press bare chest to bare chest. You reach down to unbutton his pants, but Dazai catches your wrists with a wicked little smile.
“Greedy.” Dazai teases, kissing the corner of your mouth. “Let me look at you first.” He leans back on his hands, eyes dragging slowly down your body. When you try to push him down onto the bed to climb on top, Dazai’s expression shifts. Something dark, flashing across his face. In one smooth motion he flips you. You gasp as your back hits the mattress. Then, hands on your hips, he flips you to your stomach. Dazai is behind you instantly, knees spreading your legs apart as he pulls your hips up so you are on your hands and knees. His chest presses against your back, mouth hot against your ear.
“Not tonight.” Dazai whispers, voice low and possessive. He drags your shorts and underwear down your thighs in one tug, leaving you completely exposed. His hand returns to your lower back immediately, palm smoothing over the tattoo like he is claiming it. Dazai frees himself from his pants. His dick slides against your entrance teasingly.
“Dazai—” You start, but the words are quickly cut off by a moan as he pushes inside you in one slow, deep thrust.
Dazai groans at the same time, hips flush against your ass. “That’s it… look at you. So perfect like this.”
Dazai doesn’t move for a second. He just stays buried deep inside you, savoring the way your body clenches around him. His hand stays pressed flat over your lower back. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you like this.” His voice is low and rough. “Bent over, ass up, that pretty ink right under my hand while I fuck you.” He rolls his hips once, slow and deep, dragging another moan out of you. “Every time I see it peeking out… I think about bending you over the nearest desk and burying myself in you.”
Dazai starts moving. Hard, steady thrusts that rock you forward on the bed. This would be best described as him ramming into you. His thumb traces the delicate vines and flowers of your tattoo with every snap of his hips. The contrast of his gentle tracing against the way he is slamming into you makes your head spin. “Fuck—Dazai—”
“You like that?” Dazai groans, picking up speed, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. “You like me fucking you from behind so I can stare at this gorgeous tattoo? So I can trace it while I wreck this pussy?” Dazai’s hand slides around your hip and down between your legs. Two fingers find your clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts. “That’s my girl.” He praises. “Look at you taking me so well. So fucking wet for me too. You’ve been dying for this also, haven’t you? ”
Dazai’s thrusts grow harder, almost punishing. While his fingers never stop their relentless rhythm on your clit. The dual sensation, of his cock dragging against that perfect spot inside you and the sharp pleasure on your clit, has you trembling. “Come on, sweetheart.” Dazai growls, leaning over you so his mouth is right by your ear. “Cum for me. I want to feel you fall apart while I’m still buried inside you. Then I’m going to paint that pretty tattoo with my cum. Would you like that?”
The words tip you over the edge. You cum hard with a broken cry, walls pulsing around him, thighs shaking. Dazai groans through his teeth, fucking you through it with shallow, greedy thrusts until your orgasm starts to fade. Only then does he pull out. You feel the hot splash of his release a second later, right over the black ink. Dazai groans long and low, stroking himself through the last few spurts.
“Fuck… look at that.” Dazai breathes out. His fingers smear his cum across the design, tracing the lines again, now slick and shiny. “My perfect girl. Marked up just how I wanted.” He collapses beside you and pulls you into his arms, still breathing hard. One hand immediately returns to your lower back, lazily spreading his release over the tattoo like he can’t stop touching it.
After a long, hazy moment Dazai presses a surprisingly soft kiss to your shoulder. “I still need to trace it again when I’m hard again. Maybe a few more times. Just to be thorough.” He murmurs against your skin, a wicked little smile in his voice.
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❀ Hope you enjoyed this one! The results from the poll are in. I see a good amount of people still want the shorter fics even though the long fic option won. So I’ll try to do a little bit of both~ ❣️
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