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stinkyme · 7 months

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Hello! This is a request/idea made by a lovely anon, I hope you like it and enjoy it! :) <3

CW/TW: NSFW, fem!reader, established relationship, reader initiates sex, virgin!reader, first time, soft & mostly rough Dazai, vaginal fingering, a bit of spit for additional lube, praise, degrading, two orgasms for a reader (one purely vaginal), dacryphilia, creampie, mentions of aftercare, if I forgot anything please let me know! :)

It goes without saying, but no one should be rough with you during your first time. If they don't stop even if you are telling them and in actual pain - punch the shit out of them. Stinging sensation is normal, even managable pain, but someone being rough? No. If someone is slow and you are still in a lot of pain - you are tense which means you need more foreplay and reassurance. Additional lube is always good! Also, keep in mind that a first couple of times may be uncomfortable. You won't lose your virginity that day and immediately be able to go wild. It takes a couple of times and different poses. If, even after couple of times, you are still in pain regardless of foreplay and lube - you may want to check if you have a condition. If you don't, it could be that their cock is a bit too big which just means they need to accomodate their thrusts so they don't reach your guts, lol

It's different for everyone, but remember to be safe, use condom & lube, if you feel uncomfortable and too tense or in too much pain - it's okay to stop. If someone is denying the pain you feel or being a dirty cunt - punch them really hard. (aim for the nose) Also, for a lot of people - riding the first time is more comfortable because they are in control of everything. Backshots are usually uncomfortable/too painful for a lot of people. Missionary is also good! Whatever works for you - go for it :) Aftercare is also important! Keep that in mind as well, you don't want to make someone feel used or shitty. If you are the virgin in question, don't be afraid to initiate aftercare if needed! If someone is a dick about it - punch them! :3 (or call me and I will) Aftercare is ok to have even if you didn't indulge in any BDSM activities :) aaand! Bleeding differs for everyone - some bleed more, some less, some not at all. As long as it's not excessive or to the point where bleeding isn't stopping - you will be okay! In cases mentioned - immediately stop, wait for a bit to see if bleeding will subside because there is a possible tear which may be able to heal on its own, depending on a size. To be safe, go to the doctor or ER if necessary. (never ever continue having sex after a tear, even with a condom on, it can lead to infections) Also, a lot of afabs/females lose hymen long before they indulge in sexual activities and bleeding isn't a sole indicator whether someone is a virgin or not. Don't shame people who are virgins, nor those who aren't and you shouldn't have sex w people who do this. Be safe and have fun :3

So, this whole oneshot is purely fictional and obviously innaccurate for most people

I apologize for any mistakes in advance! :)

The first time || Dazai Osamu x Reader

Dazai and you have been together for a while now. Your relationship was, surprisingly to some, stable and very loving. However, you haven't slept with each other yet, which was okay by both of you so far. This didn't mean there were no heavy makeout sessions, teasing neck kisses and bites, grabbing and humping or lack of desire. It just meant that it simply never went further. Partly because you weren't ready at the time and partly because of your busy work schedule.

You wanted to change that and you didn't feel too scared because you knew Dazai was experienced. Plus, he treated you with care and patience, so you felt safe and comfortable with him.

So, today, you decided to take things in your own hands as you were feeling ready...and quite needy to experience this with him. The two of you had a day off today, so this was perfect timing as well.

He finally arrives at your apartment and you are quick to jump on him, planting endless kisses all over his face. You feel a slight mixture of nervousness and excitement. But those feelings subside quickly by comfort as Dazai's hands support you by holding you under your thighs, a soft smile on his face.

"We saw each other yesterday, you clingy creature. Don't tell me you behave like this because you want something from me." he lets out a soft chuckle and you smile. Dazai knew you had something up your sleeve and you were hoping he would because that makes it easier.

"Maybe." you give him a little grin before you place more kisses over his face.

"You are hurting my feelings now." he says in an unserious voice with a hint of fake sadness. He carries you to your bedroom as you twirl his hair around your finger a little bit.

"Why did you assume it's something bad?" you tilt your head as he gently seats you on your bed, his hands letting go of your thighs.

"Is it not?" he gives you an intrigued gaze as he takes off his coat and vest, putting them both over a chair. You slowly stand up and his expression switches to slight surprise as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a passionate kiss.

Your hands move down his bandaged neck, fingers sliding between the small cracks they could find. His hands wrap around your waist, pulling you closer as his tongue brushes over your bottom lip. He begins gently sucking on it as you slowly unwrap his bandages, feeling confident.

He lets out a soft whimper, teeth holding your bottom lip for a moment before he deepens the kiss, his tongue finding yours quickly. Your kiss becomes lickerish, deep and sensual, his hands gripping your waist tightly. You drop the bandages on the floor behind him and hesitantly move your hands down, sneaking your fingers underneath his shirt. You hesitantly lift it up as the kiss becomes breathless, making Dazai pull away for a moment as he gives you a sly gaze.

"You are more bold than usual." he gives you a little smile, voice soft, but teasing. His remark makes you shy as you keep his shirt in place, revealing only up to his bellybutton.

"Shying away already? I didn't tell you to stop." he whispers in a silky tone, observing your reactions. You lean in, wanting to kiss him in order to help your overwhelming thoughts, however, he leans away, giving you a sly smile. He gently puts his hands on yours and begins lifting his shirt up with you. He pulls it over his head, revealing his slim, but fairly masculine figure to you. He lets go of your hands, his gaze having a lingering mixture of teasingness and trickiness.

"Just like this! Easy, right?" he says in a more regular tone as you drop his shirt on the ground, eyes shamelessly lusting over his figure.

"You've taken a shirt off before, right? How come you are so shy with me, hm?" his tone is silky and teasing. He tilts his head, leaning closer to your face as his gaze traces over it. You lock eyes with him, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Well...uh, I did. Mine." you nod, hoping he would take the hint.

"What? You mean others have been letting you take your clothes off all by yourself? Unacceptable!" he says with a hint of drama in his voice as he snakes his fingers beneath your shirt, slowly rolling it up. You feel a wave of embarrassment and put your hands on his wrists, stopping him from moving further up before you tell him.

"No...that's not what I mean. What I mean is...there are no others." your voice is steady as you give him a meaningful look. Dazai blinks a couple of times, processing the information.

"You mean...you are a-?" he stops talking, unsure if he got the right hint.

"A virgin. Yes." you nod, voice steady and calm, even though you were a bit scared would this change something. You let go of his wrists, waiting for a reaction. Dazai keeps his gaze on you, seemingly dumb-founded at the moment. Quickly, his expression changes to an intrigued one, his fingers resting underneath your shirt.

His fingertips delicately brush over your skin as he leans closer, lips shadowing over your neck, not touching it yet. He leans closer to your ear, letting his lips touch it and moving over the thin, shell-like part of it in slow, up and down motion. The feather-like sensation sends shivers down your spine, furthering even more as he gives the sensitive skin a kitten lick.

"So, I would be your first?" he whispers, voice smooth and silky, but with hints of excitement.

"Yeah...are you mad?" you whisper back, a bit shy.

"Mad? God no, I am quite happy and honored, to be honest." he continues whispering, letting out a small whine in your ear as he takes your hand and puts it on his hard, still clothed cock. He makes you grasp it and you gasp in slightly.

"Can you feel how happy I am, pretty one?" he moves lower, finally placing soft kisses over your neck, going slow and making sure you feel each one. You feel a wave of heat spread through your thighs and lower tummy as he uses the tip of his tongue to trail over your sweet flesh, going from the base of your neck all the way up behind your ear. You let out a soft whimper as he slides his other hand between your shorts and panties, slowly pulling it down.

You can feel his cock throb inside your palm as his tongue moves over the middle of your neck and to the other side. He leaves small, wet kisses all over your skin, before he settles for a bit, sucking on a small portion of your flesh. Your body becomes a bit shaky, a soft whimper escaping your throat as his sucking becomes greedier, more intense. He lets your shorts drop down on the floor and faintly brushes over your waistline with his fingertips.

He slowly moves forward, making you move as well until you hit the edge of the bed. His hand moves on your lower back, caressing it gently before it slides further down, squeezing your ass. Dazai lets go of your skin, kissing the portion he was sucking on just a moment ago. He plants soft kisses all over the side of your jaw, finally letting go of your hand and moving it between your panties and skin. He uses both of his thumbs, sliding them down your hips and thighs as he moves lower as well. He lets your panties drop on the floor and slowly pulls up your shirt, your body following to make it easier.

He takes your shirt off, observing your body with a needy, almost hungry gaze as he unclips your bra with one hand, sliding it down your arms. You feel small shivers run through your body as he keeps observing you for a moment. His hands fall on your hips again as he leans close, placing kisses all over your chest area. In-between the kisses, he bites on your skin a bit roughly a couple of times, earning a soft moan from you.

He makes sure to follow up with small licks afterwards, to soothe the sensations. He gently pushes you on the bed and you adjust yourself, laying down properly. Dazai is quick to follow, taking his pants and boxers off. Your eyes widen a bit as you see his exposed cock, not too thick, but definitely making up for it in length.

He gives you a little smile as he adjusts himself between your legs, towering over you while doing so. He continues where he stopped, as he wraps his lips around one of your nipples, sucking on it a bit harshly. You let out a soft whimper, back arching a bit as your hands wrap around his neck gently.

You can feel his cock slightly pressing into your lower tummy and it makes your body fill up with warmth. Dazai moves to your other nipple, kissing in the middle of your chest before he does, and gives it a soft, kitten lick. He starts drawing small circles on it with the tip of his tongue, earning another soft moan of yours.

"So sensitive already." he whispers into your skin before he gives one quick, harsh suck on your nipple, squeezing a little gasp out of your throat. He moves lower, planting kisses all over your tummy, gently biting from time to time. He reaches your lower tummy, placing a few more kisses mixed with a few licks of his tongue before he straightens himself.

He spreads your legs, one of his hands resting on your knee as he uses the fingertips of his other one to softly brush over your clit. Your hips twitch immediately, a faint whimper slipping past your lips.

"Don't tell me you've never done this to yourself before." he tilts his head, voice a bit more serious.

"I have, it just…" you pause for a moment, finding the words. In the meantime, Dazai slides his fingers to your inner lips, slowly rubbing them up and down, producing small sticky sounds as your precum coats his fingertips. You let out a louder whimper as his fingertips trace back to your clit, drawing small circles. Your hips twitch as he speeds up his movement, back arching into the mattress.

"Didn't feel as good?" he continues your sentence in a teasing, but low tone. You nod quickly as small whimpers escape your throat. Dazai's grip on your knee is firm as his movement on your clit sends pleasant, tingling sensation through your body. You feel a warm, painful knot quickly forming inside your lower tummy as more precum leaks down your pussy.

Dazai's gaze is fixated on your pussy, the way your hips twitch from bare touching makes his cock make a twitch of its own. He slowly slides his fingers down, aligning the two of them with your inner lips. He rubs small circles as his gaze grows greedy. He slowly slides them inside your drooling cunt, a stinging sensation making you close your eyes tightly as you let out a soft moan.

"Just relax, can you take two for me?" he asks softly as he slides his fingers in and out of your cunt very slowly at first. You nod as you breathe out, relaxing your body as much as possible. Dazai rubs small circles on your knee, using his thumb, relaxing you further.

"Of course you can. You want to be good for me, don't you?" he continues, making you focus on his voice as the stinging sensation is still there. You nod again, a soft moan escaping your lips.

"Good job pretty. Just keep on being good and I will make sure you enjoy yourself." his voice is silky and soft. He gradually speeds up his movement, making your hips twitch as you feel your pussy stretching. The bitter-sweet sensation of pleasure and mild pain makes you gasp out.

"I will turn you into a proper little slut soon enough, I promise." he says in a sly, lower tone as he leans to your other knee and places a soft kiss on top of it. Your pussy tenses up around him, slightly clenching his fingers.

"You like that? You want to be a little slut just for me?" he gives you a little smile, resting his cheek on your knee as his hand keeps the other one in place. You leak more precum around his fingers, a soft whimper slipping past your lips. You give him a small nod and his smile grows bigger, but seems cunning.

"You are a filthy little thing. If I didn't know better, I would assume you did this many times before." he lets out a breathy chuckle as he speeds up the movement of his fingers even more. They slide in and out of you fairly easily now, but you can still feel them stretching you out.

The stinging sensation subsides mostly by intriguing pleasure. You let out mellow moans, your back still arching slightly as Dazai focuses his movement on your g-spot, sending sweet jolting sensations through your body.

His fingers curl just a bit, each pump in and out making his fingertips rub your sweet spot perfectly. You clench around his fingers, intense warmth spreading through your body. He slowly moves his head away from your knee, straightening himself above you as he brings his other hand to your lower tummy. He places his palm on top of it, putting a bigger pressure on it as his thumb finds your clit, slowly moving up and down over it.

"You know what's the cutest thing about virgins?" he gives you a half-lidded gaze as he speeds up the thrust of his fingers, earning louder moans from you as his thumb switches to circular movement. You feel your lower tummy burn from sweet sensations, warmth spreading underneath your skin in quick waves.

"You tend to cum easily. It's so hard not to take advantage of that." he whispers, voice slightly trembling as he feels your pussy clench and your precum coat his fingers more. You let out a sharp gasp out as your thighs start to shake, an immense amount of teasing tingles making your heart beat faster.

You feel your orgasm coming quickly in a few mild waves. Dazai keeps up his movement, speeding up the thrusts of his fingers even more, relentlessly pressuring your sweet spot as his thumb pleases all needy spots of your clit. You feel a mixture of pain and pleasure, a few dim moans escaping your lungs as your release builds up quickly, almost reaching its peak. Dazai's gaze is greedy and hazy, head slightly tilted to the side as he observes your pretty face and reactions he was earning.

You tense for a moment as your orgasm reaches its peak, letting out a loud gasp followed by sweet moans as your body relaxes. Dazai keeps his movement, sending small jolts through your body as you feel overly sensitive. Your orgasm slowly melts away, sensations a bit more intense.

You let out a few quick, breathy whimpers and he extracts his fingers as well as moves away from your clit. You take a deep breath in as he adjusts himself between your legs, gently tapping your clit with the tip of his cock.

"You did so well for me. You can take more, right?" he asks in a silky tone, sliding his tip over your clit and inner lips. You shiver, giving him a small "yes" in a shaky tone. He lets a thicker string of spit fall down on his cock and pumps it a couple of times, coating it and making it wet.

"Such a good little thing." he praises as he aligns his cock with your entrance, slowly sliding it inside. You let out a sharp moan, your pussy tightening around him as he stretches you out. He leans his face close to yours, using his elbows as leverages next to your face and letting out a needy whine as his pelvic area kisses yours.

"Relax a bit." he whispers, and you try to untense your lower tummy. He places a soft kiss on your lips as he slowly slides his cock out, only leaving the tip inside, his shaky whimper spreading warm breath on your lips. You let out a sharp moan as he thrusts back inside with more force, suddenly and roughly stretching you out. A soft whine slips past his lips.

"So tight. You are making it hard for me to be gentle with you." he whispers, voice shaky as he begins thrusting in a faster pace. Your thighs tense up, more filthy sounds escaping your throat as the mix of pain and pleasure convulses your lower tummy. You put your hands on his shoulders, gripping tightly as he speeds up even more, already drunk in pleasure.

"You don't mind, right?" he asks in a steadier tone, gaze needy and sharp.

"N-no! I can take it!" you choke out as his cock keeps sending jolting sensations through your body.

"You are such a filthy little whore already." his words come out shaky as he speeds up even more, his cock relentlessly stimulating your sensitive spots inside. His balls roughly slap the underside of your pussy, making it feel warm and tingly, almost like it's bruising. You dig your fingernails into his shoulders, incoherently gasping in and out, each time his cock reaches the deepest spot inside of you.

His thrusts are long and heavy, but he gradually shortens them, making them quick and sharp. It stimulates your g-spot without a break, making your pussy clench and relax around him. Dazai lets out a few whimpers and whines of his own, his thrusts steady and precise regardless. He slowly leans away from you, placing his hands behind your knees and pushing them to your chest.

You choke out a breathy whine as he angles his hips a bit, reaching deeper than before, making sensations unbearable. Tears form inside your eyes as his strokes are quick and rough, vigorously pounding into you. Dazai lets out a silky whine, cursing under his breath as his grips tighten. His skin slaps yours without a break, leaving a vibrating sensation behind as his cock keeps pressuring all of your sensitive spots inside.

It feels pleasurable, too pleasurable, but unbearable. You grip the sheets tightly as your eyes fill up with even more tears. You let out a few snivels, tears quickly rolling down your cheeks as Dazai keeps his pace, not showing much sympathy.

"Ah, is my pretty little thing overwhelmed? You said you can take it." his voice is surprisingly steady and calm, opposing his unbearable thrusts. A few more little snivels escape your lips as more tears roll down your cheeks.

"Sorry pretty, tears don't work on me in the way you'd imagine. Quite the opposite, actually." he gives you a small smile you can barely see through clouded vision, your snivels turning into moans as his cock twitches inside of you, stimulating you even more.

"You are taking me so well, such a good little slut. Keep it up." his tone is sly as he presses your knees into your chest even more, rolling his hips into yours in a quick, merciless manner. He lets out a long, pathetic whine as even more tears roll down your cheeks, pleasure too overwhelming. Your lips part, a little string of drool glistening over them as weak, breathy moans slip past them. Your body feels sore, mind hazy as you get drunk on pleasure yourself.

"Your state is truly pathetic to look at, you are so easy to break. Such a filthy, dumb slut." his voice is a bit shaky, mixing with his own moans. Your cunt tightens around him even more, an intense heat spreading through your whole body as his cock keeps on stimulating the deepest and sweetest spots.

Your arms feel weak, hands barely gripping the sheets anymore as only moans can come out of your throat. You feel a heavy knot inside your tummy, more tears rolling down your cheeks. Dazai swiftly spreads your legs, moving them away from your chest and placing them on each side of his hips as he makes a deep thrust, reaching the deepest spot inside. You gasp out, more desperate snivels following.

Dazai leans his face close to yours, gently licking the tears away as his hips speed up even more. You weakly wrap your arms around his neck, feeling shaky and sore. He keeps on collecting your tears with his tongue as if they were a reward, softly kissing your cheeks after. Your lower tummy convulses in heavy, warm cramps as you feel another orgasm approaching. Dazai's cock pulsates inside of you, sending more vibration-like sensations to your g-spot as he feels you clench around him. Your moans become louder, more intense just like your pleasure.

"Gonna cum for me again? What a greedy little bitch you are." he chuckles, his voice getting drowned by his own moans as you leak more precum, edging him closer to his own release. Your fingernails dig into the nape of his neck harshly, earning a high-pitched whine from him. A strong wave of tingles spreads inside your lower tummy as you reach your orgasm, breathy moans escaping your lungs. Your thighs shake and Dazai doesn't slow down, his skin roughly slapping into yours, his cock not giving you a single break.

Your chest feels heavy and light at the same time, eyes rolling in the back of your head as your climax reaches its peak. Dazai places a sloppy kiss on your lips as he keeps up his relentless pace, his cock twitching even more. Both of your moans, whimpers and whines fill up the room as his pace becomes a bit messy, sharp gasp escaping his throat as he finally reaches his own orgasm.

A few thick whips of cum fill you up, sensation unfamiliar and odd, but still making your body shiver as you let out a faint moan. Dazai keeps on letting out breathy whimpers, kissing your chest to muffle them as his pace slows down.

He slowly fucks his cum into you, his breathing calming down quicker than yours.

"You did so well, you were so good for me." he whispers into your skin, planting more kisses on your chest as he slowly pulls out, making sure he doesn't make a mess. You let out a soft whimper as your pussy feels oddly empty. Dazai rolls to the side, bringing you closer to him. You put your leg over his hip, face snuggling into his chest. He kisses your forehead and as you calm down, he finally speaks.

"Are you in pain?" his voice is soft.

"No, not really. But I am sleepy." you whisper, slightly yawning as you become aware of your own tiredness.

"That's normal, but we should take a bath first." he gently brushes his fingertips over your cheek and you nod, kissing his chest.

After whispering sweet nothings to each other, loving words and little confessions, you take a long, relaxing bath together, enjoying each other in many more ways both of you desperately needed.

The End :) <3

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lucafe · 8 months

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dazai,, who'd make you wear noise cancelation headphones with loud music playing while he fucks you senseless. he'd move them aside, tell you about how loud youre being, and put them back on. "just to let you know, youre being really, really loud, sweet thing.."

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night-dazai · 3 months

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Hi so this is my first time making a request so I hope it worked 🥲 I would really like to read a kitsune dazai x fem reader NSFW could you write one?

Hey, Babe, your request has reached me

Well, I got too involved in this and made a change to the end where Dazai goes so rough on you that you end up crying hard and he clams you down.

Kitsune Dazai X Reader

(fem reader, smut, established relationship, degradation +praise, teasing, Dazai being Dazai, mentions of heat ( mating period for animals ), throat fucking, slapping and overall just porn in words )

You forgot the most important detail Dazai told you when you guys started dating and you still did not recall what it was, if not for him rubbing his entire body on you while you were washing the dishes “Bella… it..hot”. I mean come on it's the middle of summer both of you home from work “Get off I need to finish then, maybe we can get ice cream after ?” you ask without turning and letting the bandaged man do whatever he wants “noo.. I need something else “ now it was getting steamy. His hands were groping you through the apron squeezing your breasts while his mouth left hot-mouthed kisses down your exposed neck “Samu..” you mumbled feeling brother now and it was a time you knew the fox would not settle down with this “Go “You said pull yourself apart as he whined “ sit “ you said making the fox sit on the bed. He was just in his sweats while his fluffy tail wagged in excitement like a dog “Cute “ you thought and kneeled between his legs. Seeing your moments Dazai shoved his cock eagerly at your face as you licked the tip and swirled your tongue on it “Ah…mhh.. Bella in, take it in please..” he begged. Honestly, this side of his is something you love very much just that the sink is filled with dishes “Dazai calm down, only one “ you said and took him in as he let out a shaky breath. For the first few minutes you kept taking him and out licking and sucking “Go..goona cum..” he said bucking his hips into your wet mouth. Drool and pre-cum leaked from your chin as you kept licking him when in a swift motion he stuffed his entire shaft in shooting his load. You tapped his thighs mentioning it hard to breathe, losing his grip on your hair he spoke still stuffing his dick and pushing his cum down your throat “It's heat love~” his voice filled with lust eyes eyeing your body like prey. That is when you remember and know it's gonna be a long long night.

His fluffy soft chocolate brown tail was tickling your face as you held it for your dear life bouncing on his cock“Come on move faster ~” he mewled slapping your cunt and making you moan out louder. You wondered if the neighbours heard you? And that's when you recalled that this man would not let them disturb you guys again I mean come on, they are sure to get mad if you are loud every time “noise.. Door “ you blabbered. Chuckling the fox half got up holding your chin and forcing you to look at his chocolate orbs “ All locked and the walls are soundproof, but dear ..” his hips giving a hard thrust making you lose balance you collapsed on him “Now. I said look at me “ his voice got sharp and firm holding a fistful of your hair he pulled you back “I thought you should be thinking about my dick not some random guys who can hear your sluty voice. “. He smiled seeing your tear-strained face licking the new fresh hot tears he whispered into your ear “ this sluty body and your whore actions are only for me dear ..only for me “ he pushed on your back and thrust in the hardest way making sure to leave enough bruises.

His deceivingly slender arms wrapped around your neck joined by his fluffy tail stroking your face “Eyes here, see how you behave on my cock cumming and cumming, how many times has it been “ he use his other free hand and pinched your nipple making you look away only to bring you back with a hard grip on your neck “plea..please … I am tired …” you mumbled. You had how many times you came, you guys started sometime around 11 pm and you were sure you saw someone jogging out in the road as you rode him. His hands released your neck as his tail took over the job he slapped your cunt hard. Bringing fresh tears to your eyes “How many times did you cum ? “ his voice firm but you felt like he had more control of his actions now “ 7 ?” you mumbled still moaning like a bitch in heat making you confused as to who was in heat. Another harsh slap landed on your cunt making you tear up more “Wrong “ he said and did not stop till all you could do was pass out.

It had been 2 years in your relationship and he told you that kitsune go into heat every twice a year. The first year of your relationship was nice other than the long long night but he was never this mean, you opened your eyes blinking some teasers and whimpiring as you sat “Hey dear one sec“ he said wearing his shirt. He turned smiling at your naked body with the sheets falling off “You look so pretty love “ he said sitting next to you wiping the tears away “Still crying ? “ he asked. Something in you snapped and you slapped him hard shocking the man so much he was sure all the hair in his tail stood up surprised, you sobbed into your hands hiding your face. Panic set into him” Hey..y/n ? “ he asked worried to touch you cause of your slap (it left a tiny red tint on his checks) but unable to watch your tint body shake and cry he wrapped his hands around your neck and back he pulled you in. Being prepared for another slap he loosened when he saw your tiny hands hold his shirt to hide your face into his chest, his tail covered the rest of your body like a protective cover “Please.. Tell me what happened did I do something ?” his voice laced with worry he lifted your face noticing your lose hold “ sorry.. sorry..” you mumbled looking at his face. It was mostly blurry through the tears still you kept mumbling sorry, the poor man felt his heartbreak, he had seen you cry during sex and other times but today felt like you were breaking and it broke him “Why dear, please tell me “ he asked but realised if he does not calm you its pointless “ okay, here” he pushed your head off his chest “breath in ..and out “ he guided till you calmed down fully to little sniffles. “Now tell me what happened ?” he asked rubbing your wet checkers while you played with his tail “It was..too much .. words and action . I never …felt so overwhelmed “ you mumbled hiding your face on his tail. Dazai just started at you “There's more I feel please tell me “ he said while his other hand rubbed your back “I am sorry, but you never… never said it felt good or anything, just that you wanted me to move more …” The room fell into heavy silence “No I mean forget it sorry, I am sorry ie never meant to make it awkward I thin-” your words were cut short when his hands flicked your forehead “What sorry, you worried me this is serious, and next time please tell me . Tell me to stop talking or tell me to stop my actions if you don't like it ?” okay ?” he asked pinching your cheeks “ and never be sorry this is not your fault this is mine, I am the one sorry “ he said bowing his head deep “ and I think its time to create a safe word, so such things do not happen when I am in a rut or not. Your pleasure is also important “ he said kissing your eyes now. Smiling you nodded back “And you cleaned me huh ?” you asked feeling all dry and clean “Yeah and I al-” “SHIT, OFFICE WE DID NOT INFORM ANYONE !” you shouted over his voice. Chuckling Dazai rubbed your back and pushed you back into the bed “I called Kunikida and Bella ~” Mischief filled his eyes and voice “You want to go out looking like this huh ?” he asked tracing your neck filled with hickeys “Shut up “ you mumbled flushed making the brunette smile. Dazai still teasing you made a mental note not this mind “ got to train her or not go so hard and rough. well I am her second relationship and the first one was more of puppy love is what she …mhh “ he tickled you and scooped you into his arms and mumbled sorry as you drifted into sleep.

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smuttysunny · 6 months

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[ADA]Osamu Dazai NSFW Alphabet!

Genre: Smut

Synopsis: NSFW alphabet for our favourite bandaged suicidal maniac!

Contains: Overall GN reader, regardless of sex! Refrences to bdsm, public sex, pregnancy and breeding kinks, sex toys and more overall sexual stuff 😭🙏 there's way too much in here for me to list

Warnings: Not proofread‼️ English is also not my first language so there might be grammatical errors cuz despite me being fluent, i'm dumb asf!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Ngl... May seem a bit ooc but I imagine him actually being really sweet after sex, that is if you two are like together and not just a hook up or something lol. He'd praise you and tell you did so good and def help you clean up and take a bath/shower afterwards. Maybe even order food if you two feel up for it.

I imagine he'd also be pretty cuddly, holding you tightly as he nuzzles his face in your shoulder. Moments like these where he shows his vulnerability to someone yk?

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

On himself, probably his eyes or hands. He just loves looking at you and watching all your adorable reactions! And with his hands he, of course, gets to touch you anywhere and everywhere!

On you, the fav is either your face or thighs. Your face of course because of how it can twist and contort in pleasure! Again, he loves your reactions very much. As for thighs, he just loves grabbing and holding them, thin or thick, doesn't matter to him! He loves caressing them, kissing them, licking, biting, leaving hickeys on them, you name it! He also ADORES how your legs try to close when giving you head! Squishing him to death between your thighs truly seems like a great way to go!

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Cummin on you. This fucker definitely loves coating you in his cum. If you can get pregnant he'd definitely be against the idea of cumming in you if you're not using a condom, he is NOT ready for the responsibility of raising a kid, sorry breeding kink people.

But if you can't get pregnant then he's more than willing, he still prefers to see you coveres in his load tho, it's just hot to him, yk?

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I think he'd have a liking to purposefully walking in on you changing, just seems like the type of guy to ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Oh boy this man is def experienced from all the sleeping around he does 😭🙏 for all sexes too, not just afab ppl.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Following on from the hc from earlier, any position where he can see your face will have him satisfied! Although I don't think he'd be particularly picky, just would prefer to see your face.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

I'd imagine him to be quite silly while not ruining the mood, unless he's absolutely tired and done and needs something to let his frustrations out, ofc, but even then after he starts relaxing he'd def go back to his usual teasing and cracking jokes here and there!

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He'd do the bare minimum grooming 💀🙏 listen, he's too occupied living to really care about his hair down there but ig in some way the carpets would match the drapes because no matter how unkept he has his hair, it still looks shampoo commercial worthy so probably same thing down there aswell. Would occasionally give himself a trim tho, not fully unkempt.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

Depends on his mood and what it is. Quickie? Maybe less intimate as it's just meant to be a quick fuck but if it was proper sex at home he's def be on the more romantic side, unless again pouring his frustrations out on you, and even then, the way his eyes shine looking at you would still reveal the love he holds for you so <3

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

This cunt has the sex drive of a teen boy so he'd def be jerking off often, maybe like at least 2 or 3 times per week? Although he can hold himself back pretty well. I can also imagine him absolutely obliterating No Nut November just because he thought it'd be funny.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Can of worms... Which we will be disecting and studying as if its our finals hitting!

For starters, def maintained some of the less healthy kinks he had from his PM days like sadomasochism and gunplay, but at least now it's more of an overall roleplay/bdsm kink with no actual danger. Speaking of which he would LOVE to get tied up or tie you up, same for choking but more on the receiving end. Both giving and receiving for edging and orgasm denial too. Probably also has a big thing for being dominated; he doesn't mind domming but he'd absolutely LOVE to be stepped on and get his brains fucked out!

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

He's shameless but not entirely. As far as he'd go is semi-public places like an alley or his car. As for favourite place, peobably the ADA office LMFAO particularly when it's empty because there's a risk of getting caught!

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

As mentioned previously, this guy has the sex drive of a horny teen so even the smallest touch could accidentally set him off.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would NEVER hurt his partner on purpose. Even for his more extreme kinks he'd make sure you're okay with it first and foremost before anything. Also ik dacryphillia is a big thing in these kinds of fics but if you ever started properly crying he'd stop IMMEDIATELY.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

I think he'd prefer giving slightly more than receiving. He just loves being in between your legs, you know? And again, would love to get choked to death by your thighs <3

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends. If he's making love he'd 100% go slow and sensual, but if it's a quickie his pace would def be fast, a bit rough too but unintentionally! If he's fucking though... Walking privileges will 100% be lost from how rough he'd be lol

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He LOVES them. Legit cherishes them as if they're god's best gift to man, and to be honest to a man like him they sure are.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Seeing as how he'd be more than willing to fuck you in his car he'd def enjoy risks here and there, with consent of course(minus pregnancies goodness gracious, if you two are at it without a condom he'd immediately rush you to take your morning after pill afterwards). Again, he would never hurt his partner on purpose and if risks aren't your thing he'd be more than understanding

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

His stamina matches his horniness. If it were after him, he probably wouldn't stop till the sun rises so really it's up to his partner for how long sex will go lmfao

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Ohhh he'd love toys. Most likely owns a fleshlight for when you're not there to please him lolol

And don't feel left out! Because he'd love using toys on you too! Be it vibrators, dildos or something more obscure!

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

King of teasing™ will not miss a minute to joke about how desperate you are for him or any of the sort

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Loud but he does it on purpose just to add to his teasing. Also because he enjoys annoying the neighbors and if he'd doing it in a semi-public place, adds to the risk

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

Loves getting pegged.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

As a non dick haver I actually had to search a bit for this bit-

Uhhh maybe just a little above average idk??? Maybe like 6.2 inches or smth? I o ly rlly have a vague image of him not really being too thick but making up for it in lenght so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I'll just leave this one up to your guy's imaginations 💖

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Already mentioned it like 5 times but omd he gets so horny so often you might aswell assume he's a rabbit

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Although I hc him to have slight insomnia because of depression, probably after sex is one of the only times he can actually fall asleep rather quickly. Just snuggle up to him nice and warm and he's out like a light in approximately 3 minutes. And he def sleeps like a log too lmfaooo

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pin-k-ink · 11 days

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Dazai Osamu

CW: mention of death and violence, one night stand, a small teeny weeny age gap

a/n: this was more of a self-insert than an x reader fic

Dazai was a man who scoffed at the notion of fate, rejecting the idea that some invisible force could be guiding his life's trajectory. He preferred to attribute his successes and failures to his own decisions and actions, a belief system forged in the harsh realities and tough choices of his upbringing. Raised in a world where relying on fate was a luxury he couldn't afford, Dazai learned early on that he had to carve out his own path in life.

His disbelief in fate stemmed from a childhood marked by instability and uncertainty. Growing up in the Port Mafia, he witnessed firsthand the randomness of life's outcomes. There were no predetermined paths for him, only the constant struggle to survive and shape his own destiny. It was a world where the strong thrived, and the weak perished, and Dazai had no intention of being the latter. He had clawed his way to the top, relying on his wits, cunning, and sheer determination to overcome every obstacle in his path.

Amidst the chaos of his surroundings, a familiar face caught his eye, pulling him from his thoughts. It was her, his little pupil whom he had taken in along with Akutagawa years ago. However, the woman standing before him was a far cry from the timid, scared girl he had once tried to train. Back then, she was a scaredy-cat, a fragile little mouse in a den of lions, who would pass out at the mere sight of blood. Dazai had practically given up on her, considering either passing her along to someone who would take care of her or putting her out of her misery himself. He doubted she could survive in the mafia or even make it on her own outside of it.

He remembered the countless hours he had spent trying to toughen her up, to mold her into someone who could withstand the brutal realities of their world. But no matter how hard he pushed, she seemed to retreat further into herself, her wide eyes filled with a terror that never quite seemed to fade. It was as if she was too pure, too innocent for the life they led, and Dazai had resigned himself to the fact that she would never be cut out for it.

Ultimately, Dazai had left the mafia shortly after, without having to make that decision. He had never given her much thought after that, assuming that she had either found her way to a safer, more peaceful existence or had met a grim fate at the hands of the unforgiving underworld. But now, seeing her here, he realized just how wrong he had been.

The scene before him was a bloodbath, with dozens of dead and mutilated bodies scattered at his feet. The air was thick with the coppery scent of blood and the acrid smell of gunpowder, a symphony of death and destruction that would have made even the most hardened criminals recoil in horror. And yet, there she stood, in the middle of it all, idly wiping her gun clean before holstering it with a nonchalant air, as if this was just another day at the office.

As she lifted her head, her face was indifferent and devoid of emotion, a stark contrast to the carnage that surrounded her. She raised her hand in a small, casual wave, as if greeting an old acquaintance. "Oh. Hey, Dazai-san." Her voice was flat, almost bored, and it sent a chill down Dazai's spine. There was no mistaking it; this was definitely her, but not the her he had once known.

Dazai found himself gaping as she coldly stepped over the bodies, making her way past him with a pat on his shoulder, as if he hadn't been sent there to detain her. For a moment, he was too stunned to react, his mind struggling to reconcile the girl from his memories with the ruthless killer that now stood before him. But then, on an impulse, he grabbed her wrist and tugged her forward, finally regaining his composure. "My, how you've grown, my little flower. I didn't think you'd even make it into your twenties."

"I'm... eighteen, Dazai-san," she replied, her voice flat and matter-of-fact. There was no trace of the timid, stammering girl he had once known, no hint of the fear that had once consumed her. Instead, there was a coldness in her eyes, a hardness that spoke of a life filled with pain and suffering.

"Right, right." He paused for a moment, his mind racing. Why had he stopped her? What did he want to say? A thousand questions burned on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't seem to find the words. Finally, he settled on the one thing that felt safe, the one thing that might give him a chance to unravel the mystery of the woman standing before him. "Wanna grab a drink with me?"

The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them, hanging in the air between them like a lifeline. Maybe it was second nature for him to ask any beautiful woman out on a date, or perhaps he hoped to unravel the mystery of his once-hopeless pupil's transformation. Either way, he found himself holding his breath, waiting for her response.

He watched as she stared at him blankly for a couple of minutes, her expression unreadable. It was as if she was weighing her options, trying to decide whether he was worth her time. Finally, she nodded. "Sure."

And with that, the two set off, leaving the carnage behind them. As they walked, Dazai couldn't help but wonder what had happened to the girl he once knew, and what had shaped her into the woman she was today. He had a feeling that this drink would be the start of a very interesting conversation, one that might just challenge his long-held beliefs about fate and the paths we choose.

But more than that, he found himself curious about her, about the life she had led since he had last seen her. What had driven her to become so ruthless, so cold? What had she seen, what had she experienced that had hardened her heart and turned her into a killer? And why, despite everything, did he find himself drawn to her, to the mystery and the danger that seemed to surround her like a cloak?

As they made their way to the nearest bar, Dazai couldn't shake the feeling that this was more than just a chance encounter. Maybe, just maybe, there was something more at play here, some invisible force that had brought them together after all these years. And while he still didn't believe in fate, he couldn't deny the sense of anticipation that thrummed through his veins, the feeling that something big was about to happen.

For now, though, he would focus on the present, on the woman walking beside him and the secrets she held. He would buy her that drink and see where the night took them, and maybe, just maybe, he would find the answers he was looking for. Or perhaps he would simply find himself drawn deeper into the web of mystery and intrigue that seemed to surround her, a willing participant in a game he didn't yet understand.

They settled into a booth, ordering drinks and making small talk. But as the alcohol flowed and inhibitions lowered, the conversation took a deeper, more personal turn. She began to open up, sharing glimpses of the life she'd led since he left the mafia - the struggles, the triumphs, the choices that had shaped her into the person she was today.

Dazai found himself drawn in, captivated by her every word. There was a magnetism about her, a sense of danger and mystery that called to something deep within him. As the night wore on and the drinks kept coming, the air between them grew charged with a palpable electricity.

Perhaps it was the alcohol coursing through their veins, or the weight of the secrets they'd shared, but at some point they found themselves stumbling out of the bar, hailing a taxi to Dazai's apartment. The ride passed in a blur of heated glances and barely restrained touches, the anticipation building with every passing block.

As they stumbled into Dazai's apartment, the tension that had been building between them all night finally reached its breaking point. Dazai's eyes roamed hungrily over her figure, drinking in every curve and contour that had been hidden beneath her clothes.

She had grown into a stunning woman, a far cry from the scrawny girl he'd once known. Her body was lean and toned, honed by years of training and combat. But there was a softness to her too, a feminine grace that made his fingers itch to explore every inch of her smooth, supple skin.

She seemed oblivious to his heated gaze, too focused on removing her jacket and shoes. Dazai took the opportunity to admire the way her shirt clung to her breasts, the swell of her hips in her tight jeans. He could practically feel the warmth radiating off her, beckoning him closer.

Unable to resist any longer, Dazai closed the distance between them in two quick strides. His hands found her waist, pulling her flush against him as his lips sought hers in a searing kiss. She let out a small gasp of surprise before melting into him, her arms coming up to wind around his neck.

The kiss quickly turned heated, Dazai's tongue delving into her mouth to tangle with hers. His hands slid lower, cupping her rear and pressing her closer still. He could feel every inch of her body against his, supple curves and firm muscle setting his blood on fire.

Breaking away from her lips, Dazai trailed kisses along her jaw, down the column of her throat. She let out a breathy moan, her head falling back to grant him better access. The sound shot straight to his groin, his already painfully hard cock throbbing in the confines of his pants.

Impatient to feel her skin on his, Dazai tugged at the hem of her shirt, yanking it over her head and tossing it aside. His eyes immediately fell to her breasts, encased in a lacy bra that made his mouth water. Reverently, he traced a finger along the edge of the delicate fabric, marveling at the contrast against her skin.

She shivered under his touch, her nipples pebbling against the thin material. Dazai couldn't resist dipping his head, placing an open-mouthed kiss to the swell of her breast. She gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair as he laved attention on the sensitive flesh.

Growling low in his throat, Dazai reached behind her to unhook her bra, letting it fall away. Her breasts spilled free, perfect handfuls topped with rosy peaks that just begged for his touch. He obliged immediately, palming the soft mounds and rolling her nipples between his fingers until she was arching into his touch, little mewls of pleasure escaping her kiss-swollen lips.

Lost in a haze of lust, Dazai walked them backwards towards the bedroom, unwilling to stop his exploration of her incredible body. They fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, hands roaming and mouths fused as they frantically removed the rest of their clothing.

And then she was laid out before him like a feast, miles of creamy skin and toned limbs, a flush of arousal painting her from head to toe. Dazai took a moment to just look at her, to marvel at the absolute perfection of her form. She was a goddess, a siren, and he wanted nothing more than to worship at her altar for the rest of his days.

Starting at her ankle, Dazai began to map her body with his hands and mouth, determined to learn every dip and curve, to catalogue every spot that made her gasp and moan. He kissed his way up her legs, nipping at her inner thighs until she was writhing beneath him, begging for more. He laved attention on her breasts, sucking and biting until she was a keening mess.

By the time he finally settled between her thighs, she was dripping with need, her hips canting up in search of friction. And as he finally placed his mouth on her pussy and tasted her, as he felt her shatter apart under his skilled touch, Dazai knew that he would never be the same. She had ruined him for all other women, had branded herself on his very soul.

And as he slid into her tight, welcoming cunt, as he lost himself in the slick slide of their bodies moving as one, Dazai couldn't find it in himself to care. Let the world burn, let fate do as it willed. In this moment, in her arms, he was exactly where he was meant to be.

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inazuman · 2 years

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roadtrip?

Content and warnings: dazai osamu x fembodied!reader smut, no pronouns are used for reader, reader is wearing shorts, semi public sex, dazai fingers you in the suv under the blanket while everyone is asleep Word count: 1631

Excerpt: “All this for me?” he smiles around the shell of your ear, sighing above you at the velvety feel of your cunt. He lets his fingers trail over your entrance a couple of times before dipping into it, taking the slick and bringing it up to your clit. You gasp softly, pressing your mouth into his neck to muffle your noises. He circles it gently, and your legs tense up around his hand. He’s careful to collect your slick all over, long fingers so pronounced as he slides one finger into your entrance.

What Dazai exclaimed as an “Armed Detective Agency roadtrip!” excitedly was really a special request for the ADA to take a long car ride to Osaka for a mission. Something about Fukuzawa extending a favor led to him employing a driver and an SUV, with Dazai and you laying in the backseat with the otherwise sound-asleep group.

Dazai started with “Can we share your blanket?” to “I want to lie down fully” and now you’re situated between his legs, your back against his chest as he plays with your hair, as he leans against the side window. You stare out at the window in front of you, the wondrous scenery passing like light strobes.

“Are you tired?” he whispers in your ear playfully, breath ghosting against the shell of your ear as he twirls a strip of hair around his finger. You shake your head lightly with an “mm-mm”. What game is he planning? You think.

He hums quietly in your ear, the reverberations in his chest from the sound moving into your body, as he splays his big hand over your knee, trailing his fingertips lightly on the inside of it and up your thigh. You feel your heart thump, but stay quiet. He’s probably just playing with you a little, he’ll get bored of it eventually, or that’s what you think.

He smiles behind you as he moves his calves to hook your ankles around his, exposing more of your thigh to his hand. You shiver under his cascading touch.

“Hmm? Are you ticklish?” he chuckles, and you nod.

“Are you ticklish here too?” he asks as he raises his hand up further. “And here?” as he brushes his fingers up and down.

When his hand reaches under your shorts to the innermost part of your thigh, before he can sweep over your core, you wrap your hand on top of his and twine your fingers into his, feeling each knucklebone against your skin.

“Dazai,” you whisper, though you’re not sure what you’re trying to say.

“Hmm?” he muses, though it sounds rhetorical. You can feel the way his lips upturn behind your ear.

“Don’t worry darling, everyone’s asleep,” he assures. He takes the hand that’s not on your thigh to gently grab your jaw, index finger and thumb squeezing your cheeks as he turns your head sideways to see the corners of both Atsushi and Kyoka, sound asleep and leaning on each other.

He lets go of your jaw in favor of moving his hand away from yours and grazes his nails along the edge of your underwear, fingertips tapping over the sensitive portion of the front junction of your thigh, making you shiver lightly. He just wants to tease you, maybe, you think. His eyes glance at your chest, the way the rise and fall quickens and deepens due to his touch. He wants to have an effect on you, his usually professional colleague.

“You’re so much more sensitive than I thought you’d be,” he chuckles quietly. Than he thought? He’s thought about this? But then your head swims as your attention is brought back to his touch, your arousal slowing melting through your body. You don’t know if you can even focus anywhere else apart from where his fingers are on your body, it feels like electricity zapping you wherever he touches. You attempt to relax your breathing as his hand moves to unbutton the top of your shorts and pull the zipper down slowly, the whole ordeal making you feel like he’s taunting you. His hand reaches in from the top, running his nails over your clothed mound, descending down so close to your clit before coming back up again.

Do you want to beg him to stop? To keep going? You don’t know, so you say nothing. It’s embarrassing, really, that he’s affecting you like this, how wet you are from the slight touches. If he keeps going, he’ll find out. But you know Dazai, he might do the opposite of what you ask for if you ask. So you clench your jaw, close your eyes and breathe. It’s the wrong answer, evidently, because as soon as Dazai realizes what you’re doing, he skims his hand down further, two fingers spread apart and gliding over each side of your core.

“Just give in to me, why don’t you? How long can you keep this up for, sweetheart?” He remarks, smirking. Your eyes open again, looking up at him, You can’t believe him. Is he uncaring for the fact that you’re both in a car filled with your hypervigilant friends? There’s no way they won’t stir if you continue, is there?

“Are you worried, sweetheart?” he asks genuinely, and you nod.

“They won’t wake because they know we’re safe and they’re tired. But either way, as long as you’re quiet, it’ll be fine. You can be quiet, can’t you?”

The truth is that you don’t know, and you’re sure he knows that too from the way he’s smiling down at you. You turn and press your face into the crook of his neck, using your nose to scoot the bandages down so you can press into his skin. He obliges, doesn’t move to stop you as his finger lightly taps your clothed clit. You lurch into his touch, and he moves his legs to wrap on top of yours to stop you from moving.

He reaches into your underwear from the top, careful to avoid your clit as he brings his fingers onto your wet core, delving through your folds softly.

“All this for me?” he smiles around the shell of your ear, sighing above you at the velvety feel of your cunt. He lets his fingers trail over your entrance a couple of times before dipping into it, taking the slick and bringing it up to your clit. You gasp softly, pressing your mouth into his neck to muffle your noises. He circles it gently, and your legs tense up around his hand. He’s careful to collect your slick all over, long fingers so pronounced as he slides one finger into your entrance.

“Shh, easy, baby,” he says as massages your walls, and you clasp your hand over your mouth.

“Think you can take it?” he asks, smirking, sliding another finger inside of you. The muffled sound that comes out of your throat is like a whine. He pistons his fingers in and out of you, pressing his thumb to your clit, and it’s so much stimulation all at once. He curls his fingers slightly and you jolt. Your pants feel so loud to your own ears. He hums with content.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” he whispers, and you almost don’t want to, because you don’t want to make a mess, and you don’t know if you can be quiet. But Dazai is greedy, and his thumb swirls with just a little more pressure on your clit, coaxing it out of you. Your thighs tense and your head falls against his shoulder as you arch your back, and you cum, letting the waves of your orgasm wash through you.

He doesn’t halt his fingers even when you’ve relaxed, continuing on until you press your hand to his that’s still at your core, and then he slides them out. Your eyes follow his fingers and turn your body to press your hands to his chest, watching as he puts his fingers into his mouth and sucks, moaning at the taste. He lets his tongue move in between them and grins as your eyes widened at the sight. You move your hand down to his crotch, squeezing his member between your hands.

If Dazai was who he was before, when he was in the Port Mafia, he would’ve guided your face down and unzipped his pants, uncaring for the way your head would’ve bobbed so obviously under the blanket. But he has changed, and he’s more courteous of his friends than he would admit, so he pulls you off. Instead, he grabs you by the waist and graciously flips you, putting the edge of your blanket in your hands. He descends down your body, lifting the bottom of your shirt to kiss your tummy, grabbing your shorts and underwear and pulling them down to just above your knees. You grasp your hand over your mouth tightly as he licks the slick that he caused, tongue ferociously delving into your folds, lapping it up quickly. He swallows the taste down, making sure to move his tongue side to side on your clit and making your thighs shake with overstimulation, before coming back up.

He kisses you deeply as he pulls your shorts back up, buttoning them and zipping them back up for you, patting over your core lightly as a sign of completion. You can taste yourself on him as he swirls your tongue over yours. He breaks away only to bring his mouth to your ear, nibbling lightly on your earlobe.

“Had to have a proper taste,” he whispers deviously into your ear, smiling when he blows on your ear and you shiver. He flips you over again, and you really do want to ask how he does it so quietly and well when he presses your face into his chest, rubbing up and down your back in such a calming way that you completely relax into him.

“Rest now, dear. We can continue this when we get to the hostel.” He tells you as he kisses your forehead, a gesture so affectionate that you begin to wonder where the previous annoyance-inducing Dazai went. You sigh and close your eyes.

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mistydreamscape · 2 years

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Cockwarming Dazai »»————> Osamu Dazai x Fem!Bodied reader (NSFW) (MINORS DNI)

warning: vulgar language, clearly NSFW work, not proofread, normally i don't write in the small text but I did this time

requests: open

you knew this would be a bad idea, especially after noticing Dazai's sly grin and dark gaze after you had proposed the idea of sitting on his lap while he worked, since he claimed he needed you near him to help him "work more efficiently" bullshit.

now you were straddling Dazai's lap in his chair after hours at the agency, him claiming to your coworkers that he felt like working later than usual today (which was extremely unusual, but no one was going to comment or ask why) . the worst part about this situation was that his cock was nestled so deep inside your tight little cunny while he tapped at his keyboard nonchalantly.

his cock stretched you out so nicely...maybe just a little wiggle of your hips would give you the friction you so desired...but as soon as you moved an inch, Dazai's hands flew to your hips, pushing you down impossibly further onto his cock and bringing your body closer to his while he clicked his tongue in disapproval.

"belladonna...as much as I'd love to pound that cute little pussy of yours, I need to work~ so keep still for me, hm?"

just the feeling of his lips brushing so gently against your ear as he whispered such lewd words made your cunt flutter around his dick, causing him to chuckle at your eagerness to simply get fucked by him.

your slick was staining his beige trousers at this point, but he didn't seem to care. it was driving you absolutely mad how he managed to stay so calm in this situation.

"Dazai...please take a break," you whimpered as you pressed a needy kiss to his pulse point below his ear. "need you s'bad..."

Dazai felt his resolve crumble as he lifted you up by your hips to pull you off his cock and plop you on his desk with ease.

"you wanna get fucked that badly that you couldn't sit still for just a few more minutes, my love?" he cooed mockingly, his lithe fingers coming to press against your puffy and swollen clit that had just been begging for some sort of stimulation. he absolutely relished in the way your pretty cunt clenched around nothing, and he even paid close attention to how your plush hips and thighs twitched when he came in contact with your sex.

"so wet...my poor needy darling" he jutted his bottom lip out for just a moment as to tease you for your blatant arousal, as if his cock wasn't twitching and leaking precum; begging to be buried inside you again.

Dazai leaned forward, his lips just barely brushing yours as he nudged your clit with the tip of his cock while he whispered so softly that it made you shiver,

"I hope you're ready to take what you've been begging for because I'm not going easy on you ♡"

#dazai osamu x reader smut #dazai osamu smut #dazai osamu x reader #bsd smut #bsd dazai #osamu dazai x reader #osamu dazai smut #bsd fanfiction #I suddenly became compelled to write this so here it is #I'm actually proud of this one lmao #god I'm down bad for this man #sorry if its shit #im fuckin tired man #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚misty’s fics

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maislovebot · 11 months

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‘Cause you know what a girl like me really needs right now?

Dazai osamu x reader, reader is afab, but they/them is used for the entirely of the fic!

Name of fic is from tarantula girl by violent vira

No use of Y/N, oral sex (reader receiving), oral fixation, it’s implied that the reader rode Dazai at the end, praise kink (Dazai receiving), vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, and come eating

I wrote this as an experiment when I first got into fanfic and it’s so bad pls read my newer stuff it’s sm better

Maybe they were tired because of the fact it was only 8:00 am, or maybe it was because of how restless the two of them were last night. Either way, the results were the same. It led to tiredness and laziness that would perhaps last all day. Maybe they could watch a movie together?

I wanna see Dazai.. they thought, so they slowly turned around on the bed to face him, trying to cause as little disturbance as they could so they wouldn’t wake him up.

Clearly, all of their efforts were in vain, because the rustling of the sheets had woken him up; Dazai gave a lazy grin, and leaned his head into their chest, lightly kissing just below their collarbones.

“I thought that you had gotten your fill from last night, Dazai.” They said, giving a barely audible chuckle. “Oh come on.. you know that could never happen.” Dazai said as he began to slowly kiss up towards their collarbones and neck, smirking practically the whole way up.

With his mouth still attached to their collarbones, he brought his hand down, with it still under the covers, and brought two of his fingers together, his thumb circling around their clit while simultaneously pushing two of his fingers inside of them; because of the fact both of them were already undressed, entrance was rather easy,

They winced slightly, not really from pain, more like a slight uncomfortableness due to the jolt of pleasure felt from his tired hands making their way inside of them first thing in the morning.

The repetitive feeling of him pulling his fingers in and out gave a sense of euphoria that couldn’t be described by words, but were instead shown by actions as they had clamped their hands around his arms, with slightly trembling legs.

The way he figured out just how to draw out their pleasure—in all the best and worst ways; it made them desperate, needy, upset and pleased all at once.

“I’m close—,” “already?” God. That cheeky little grin..

“Y-yes—please, just keep going.”

At that moment, they could see his grin getting even bigger, if that was even possible.

In a moment of determination, he moved his finger to that perfect spot—and they had practically yelped, gripping onto his arms even tighter.

He kept on hitting it—repeatedly—it felt so good, but also strangely painful, most likely from the shame.

They were enjoying themselves thoroughly, however, Dazai had a slightly upset expression on his face. They had wondered what was wrong. Maybe something’s going on… they had thought, distracting them from the original feelings that they were having.

Not that the upset look lasted very long, because per usual, Dazai wiped the expression off of his face before they could really even process it. Dazai realized that they noticed his expression so he changed his position. He was originally lying beside them, but he had pushed their shoulders, causing them to gently fall onto their back. Another small whine had left them, leaving Dazai to chuckle at their impatience. “Don’t worry, love. I just want to try this out.. if that’s okay with you, of course.” Nods were the only response given, considering that they just wanted some form of stimulation. Dazai moved from being on his side to on top of them.

It didn’t take very long, considering his impatience, for him to lean down and lightly suck on their left collarbone, causing small whines to leave their mouth with little caution. Dazai slowly went up their neck, leaving small marks that would most definitely cause some form of embarrassment later. Not that the future was even on their mind at the moment. Dazai slowly moved down their neck and to their collarbone again, but he was loving all over their right collarbone this time around. Dazai wasn’t acting like a tease for once, and was instead slowly coaxing them to pleasure, which made them unable to stop themselves from grabbing his arms yet again to keep him close. It was a new feeling, and it left them desperate in more ways than one, so why wouldn’t they want Dazai to be as close to them as possible?

He quickly pushed himself up with his arms, and gave them a small kiss before removing his mouth from their own. A small “I love you” was mumbled before he enveloped their lips with his again. However this time, it was shockingly romantic compared to his typical work.

I mean, he’d normally tease them into oblivion. But this was different.

In a good way, of course.

It was so different, in fact, that he had removed his arms from the sides of their body to their warm face, and had lightly grabbed the sides of their face in attempts to keep them undeniably close. They had reached up and traced the sides of his body, his collarbones, and eventually they were holding the sides of his face as well.

***

Recently, Dazai began to feel like he wasn’t appreciating them nearly enough. They gave him everything they could, and yet, his response was almost explicitly teasing and degradation, they deserved to know just how much they impacted his life from time to time, even if it brought a subtle dust of shame to his face in the form of blush.

This was clearly the reason that Dazai seemed upset just a few moments ago, not that he’d let them know that.

***

While Dazai got lost in his own head, mindlessly kissing the one below him, he was suddenly brought back by the feeling of all the air leaving his lungs. He was about to pull away, but they had beat him to it.

When they had pulled away, apologies and pity were the first thing Dazai heard leave their mouth. “Sorry, I was running out of air.” “Don’t apologize over silly things like that! I promise, I’m not offended.” He snickered and then they followed suit. “Alright,” they breathed in deeply, “that felt nice.” They then let the air that they had taken in leave their lungs. “Why thank you,” he moved his body down, “I truly hope that everything I have to give will be even better.”

Almost cutting himself off, he wrapped his arms around their back, slightly lifting their back off the mattress until his mouth was mere inches away from their chest, with them wrapping what wasn’t being held back by Dazai’s arms around his waist.

Dazai lightly kissed just above where he intended on latching himself onto, before brushing his lips down until his was met with their areola, closing his eyes right after giving them a little kitten lick.

Stimulating their nipple was his main goal, and he was doing a damn good job at it, effortlessly bringing them sweet satisfaction. He was doing so good in fact, that—

“Osamu, k-keep going, please.”

—they had desperately said his name, not wanting this to end.

That perfect , beautiful sound of encouragement forced him to grind up against their pelvis, unable to keep his lovely moans inside of his throat. This, of course, only amplified their pleasure due to the pleasant vibration that came with Dazai’s muffled sounds of pleasure.

Dazai soon became desperate, perhaps impatient, maybe a little of both? Causing him to slowly move his body down to their thighs and put his thumb to their clit yet again, but this time they could feel his breathing on their inner thighs. Dazai couldn’t help but grin as he told them what he intended to do with them. “I’m gonna go at it until you can’t even handle it anymore, so when it’s too much, just push my head away.” They nodded, with their heart beating out of their chest, they admired the warm feeling of his tongue on their clit.

It didn’t take very long for him to start licking up and down, before eventually resting on their clit yet again and pressing his tongue, and licking it. This was good, but would it really be able to get the reaction he hoped for? That’s what they were thinking before he had begun sucking on their clit, in a somewhat feverish manner. Their breath had hitched, and Dazai knew he had made the right move. But then, Dazai had noticed their hand reaching down towards his head, and he wondered if it was already too much. Were they already going to push his head away? He was about to pull away and start verbally teasing them over it, but he was then caught completely off guard by the pleasurable feeling of them grabbing his hair and pulling his face even closer to them. ‘ Oh ’ he had thought to himself before letting out a small, teasing smile.

“I’m close—please don’t—don’t stop.”

Everything, the way he applied the perfect amount of pressure, sucked on their clit as if it was his only want, and especially the way he moaned into them when they had desperately pulled his hair was enough to lead them to the first orgasm of what they were assuming to be a long, long night.

He had then licked up their cum with a drive that even shocked them. Just how much he was enjoying this?

They almost thought he was enjoying this more than they were.

***

They were shocked it took this long to realize, but Dazai was clearly being much more kind with them, at least compared to normal. Maybe because he felt bad about something, or perhaps it was because he had just simply realized that they deserved a reward.

Just in case it was the first option, they wanted to give him undeniable praise so that he would feel better, not that the praise was forced whatsoever. They were fully enjoying themselves.

Hopefully, it showed.

***

They whined, struggling to speak. “ Osamu—your’e d-doing great— ” suddenly being cut off due to a familiar feeling of release washing over them. “A-ah, sorry for not telling you, I couldn’t even tell that I was close—”

Dazai left a kiss to their clit, and lifted himself up just enough for them to see his entire face. “It’s perfectly fine, I love everything you have to offer me,” Dazai dove back down, but before he had started lapping everything that they had released, he mumbled, slightly embarrassed by the romantic atmosphere he had built himself. “Thank you for the words of appreciation. I really do love you.” Dazai kissed their inner thighs, then got right back to work. “I love you, too, Osamu”

After the casual love confession, they mindlessly thought to themself, I’m— I don’t know how much more I can handle. This is a lot.

A lot of pure bliss, that is.

Throughout the night they had slowly gotten louder, but they were now at the peak of sound. They were letting out small whines and cries constantly, due to the extreme, nonstop gratification.

Dazai became even more motivated than he already was by this, and pulled his hand up and pushed one finger inside of them, curling it slightly, forcing even more whines to leave that mouth he lusted over. That was good, but he wondered just how overstimulated he really could get them.

This was almost too much for them, but Dazai only wondered just how much they could take.

He slowly pumped in and out with his finger, before gradually adding in another. Soon they had let out a moan that almost made him cum on the spot.

Loud, lewd and of his own name.

This is what he considered perfect,

For obvious reasons.

“I-I— close—” they cried.

They were brought to their third orgasm, and they could already feel the overstimulation hitting from every angle. But they could definitely go just a little longer.

Just like before, he licked up every last drop that they had to offer.

This system of Dazai sucking, and licking their clit along with the fingering, made Dazai’s name leave their lips again, but in the form of a routine that kept getting cut off hallway through. Dazai had practically jolted in excitement from the slew of his name being said, only for it to be cut off by their therapeutic whines and the trembling of their legs. His name was just too good for it to not leave their lips dozens of times.

The mix of Dazai’s name leaving their mouth on repeat, him eating them out with no remorse, and the new feeling of him suddenly grabbing their hand and holding it rather gently, was enough to make them orgasm yet again.

He wanted to lick up all of their cum yet again, but the feeling of his tongue on them, licking everywhere he could access in order to be able to clean up their mess completely and utterly broke the scale of pleasure and made it so he could barely get any of it before they had pushed his head away with desperate hands.

They breathed heavily, and had completely given up on even trying to walk on those terribly shaky legs at that point.

“I guess—I went a little too far this time around, are you okay?” He spoke with slight concern in his voice—was that humor in his voice, too? Guess he was trying not to laugh as well.

“No—no it was perfect, it was just really..”

“Really what, dear? Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet.” He snickered and they whined, embarrassed before forcing out the last word of their sentence. “..overstimulating.”

“Well, we should get you cleaned up. You’re a mess.” He laughed. You shook your head and took his hand, “who said we were done?”

Dazai looked stunned, “w-why wouldn’t we be?” He chuckled—shocked they hadn’t completely fallen asleep by now.

“I could tell that you wanted to cum too, I’m not sure why you haven’t asked me to help you out yet, but I will,” they breathed in heavily, with a somewhat shaky breathing pattern, and lifted themselves up over Dazai with trembling legs, requiring a lot of effort in order to stay up, before Dazai reached up to lightly grab their waist in order to help keep them in place, more specifically, in order to keep them from toppling over. “In fact, I want to; are you okay with that?”

Dazai chuckled, and replied “well of course I’m fine with it, but don’t you want to rest a little bit?”

They looked down, “well, yeah. But I wanna help you more. You treated me so well today, I think it’s well deserved.” They kissed his lower jaw, and helped him to lay down, with his back facing the bed.

“I mean, if you insist.” Dazai laughed a little before putting his hands in their hair.

I guess they were right, they really were in for a long night.

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soaringmirror · 2 years

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OWN SWEET TIME

i am experiencing intense dazai brainrot and i wanna sit on his face n yeah these are my thots NSFW MDNI & small contemplation of suicide

to be suffocated by his love is the only thing on his mind. his lanky fingers would grip your trembling thighs and pull you down, engulfing his face completely. there's something about his eagerness and muffled moans that makes your lips curl into a satisfied smirk, your face soon washing over in pleasure as he begins eating you out. beneath you he laps hungrily while making a mental note that this indeed is a good way to go. he wouldn't mind one bit. as your fingers grip his hair, rocking your hips back and forth and his gaze intense and focused on the way you arch your back.

at the same time he would tease himself, slender fingers just trailing his pretty cock, languid strokes, thumb brushing the leaking tip. the lewd moans you let out as his tongue brushes your clit, closing your eyes as you legs and thighs shake so very close to your release. muffled praises tell you how divine you taste.

then his bandaged arms now snaking around your hips, hands gripping your ass as he forces you to grind against him until your release. in time his cock is so painfully hard, feeling his balls tighten and the sounds of you whimpering above him makes him cum untouched. but he wouldn't let you hop off just yet. as your body shakes in pleasure, threatening to collapse on him, this man would take his own sweet time lapping up your cum. his tongue pushed against your quivering body, satisfied hums and groans leaving his lips.

#dazai osamu smut #dazai x reader smut #bsd smut #dazai smut #dazai osamu x reader smut #bsd x reader #end me now i'm so h word for him #{🥀} medea's scenarios

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osachiyo · 7 months

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"𝓐𝓶 𝓘 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶 𝓸𝓯?" ༉‧₊˚.

↺ includes : dazai osamu & chuuya nakahara x fem!reader

↺ content warnings : nsfw content (mdni), threesome, double penetration, facefucking, overstimulation, unprotected sex, oral (m &f recieving), hairpulling, dumbification etc

↺ synopsis : you had one too many drinks at a bar after getting dumped by your ex boyfriend on your birthday, and end up fucking the two most dangerous men you have ever met

↺ w.c : 2.7k+ words of absolute filth

↺ author's note : Ik I said this will be posted on the 29th but I kindaaa finished early...I honestly thought dazai & fyodor would win in the poll but I'm pleasantly surprised that chuuya won. Happy reading & I hope y'all enjoy <3 ps. this is supposed to be a bday fic for someone but I unfortunately could not find the ask so whoever you are, happy early b'day!

You squealed when Dazai parted your shaky thighs, licking his lips at your soaked lacy panties. "oh, bella, we barely even touched you and you're already dripping down there? naughty girl.." his voice dropped an octave, making you shiver. "quit yappin' and get to work, shitty dazai," Chuuya scoffed from behind you, gloved fingers pinching and pulling at your swollen nipples, coaxing little whines and moans from you. "you are just jealous that I'm the one about to devour her right now," the bandaged man shrugged, but still complying nonetheless. His fingers hooked under your panties and swiftly pulled them down, breath hitching as he watched webs of your sticky arousal cling to the thin fabric. Chuuya noticed that your attention was on Dazai and he wasn't having that. He turned your face to the side and smashed his lips against yours, swallowing your moans as Dazai nibbled on the insides of your thighs. Just how did you get stuck between these two unbelievably attractive men?

...You sighed, slamming your shot of Tequila down, the alcohol burning in your throat. "And he just broke up with me like that! On my fucking birthday too! What the fuck?" Your friend only patted your back, frowning, "girl, I knew he was no good from day one. let's just forget about him for now, yeah? try to enjoy tonight?" You nodded, a frown etched on your face. "Yeah, I know...but I really loved him, y'know? Even though he was terrible in bed," you giggled, nudging your friend's arm playfully. "How about we get you some real action tonight?" She wiggled her eyebrows, both of you chuckling. "Who should I go for?" You scanned the bar, looking for your partner for the night when your eyes land on Chuuya. The ginger haired man was at a corner, sipping away at his expensive drink, target locked. You touched your makeup up a bit before strutting towards him, giving him your best doe eyes when he looks up at you, "You here alone?" He smirked, "No, I'm here with some... colleagues. What about you, pretty girl?" You took a seat beside him, grinning as he poured you a glass of the 20 something grand drink, "I'm here with my friend, We're here to celebrate my birthday." He handed you the glass, "Oh, happy birthday. how's your night goin' so far?" You sipped on the drink, scrunching your face at the bitter taste of the alcohol, "Well...not to spill my life story or anything, but I got dumped today," he frowned, placing a gloved hand on your shoulder, "Sorry 'bout that, hon. Must've been an ass to do that on you birthday." You laughed, staring in his greyish blue eyes, "Yeah.." he leaned closer, his breath fanning over your lips, you could almost taste the 'aged monopole' on his lips—

"chuuuuuuuyaaa~" Dazai interrupted you both with his sing-song voice, making you both jump. "What the hell are you doing here?" Chuuya gritted his teeth, clearly annoyed. You turned around to lock eyes with chocolate brown ones; oh, he was pretty. You could see a smirk splayed on his lips, winking at you before looking at Chuuya. "I thought I smelled a dog around here, and would you look at that? It's my dear ex-partner Chuuya!" The said man swung at Dazai, landing a punch on his stomach. "Oumph— I was wondering what you were doing with such a pretty woman," he said, taking your hand in his, kissing the back of it. "May I have the honour of knowing this pretty lady's name?" You giggled, "Of course, it's—" Chuuya cut you off by snatching your hand away, glaring daggers at Dazai. "Get the hell out of here, mackerel," Chuuya groaned. "This pretty lady has been through a breakup tonight, on her birthday, and I'm sure she doesn't need you annoying her to death too." Dazai only pouted, "Or are you just afraid that she'd leave you because of me, hmm?" He looked at you, smiling. "Trust me, baby. I can do much better than this malnourished ginger." You could see Chuuya's right eye twitch. "You really think so?" The brunette man leaned closer, towering over the both of you. "I know so." "Then let's fucking prove it."

...Everything after that was a blur to you. You didn't remember when you left the bar with them or when you entered the hotel. All you knew was that it felt so hot. It felt so hot when Chuuya pressed open-mouthed kisses on your nape and behind your ears, all while Dazai made himself comfortable between your spread legs. He shoved your panties in his pocket for later use, his tongue darting out to kitten lick at your puffy clit. He could feel your pussy throbbing on his tongue, clearly wanting more of his touch. Chuuya pushed the straps of your tight black dress down your shoulders, massaging your plump breasts while kissing you deeply. "Oh, you taste fucking divine," Dazai hummed, snickering when you clenched down on his tongue from the praise. "You like that, birthday girl? like it when I praise you?" You could only moan, nodding your head. The ginger man behind you flipped you over so that you were on your stomach, ass pressing against Dazai's face, and he moaned, calloused fingers spreading your cheeks apart as he slurped your juices up. Your cheek was smushed against Chuuya's dress pants, drooling on the expensive fabric. You could see the prominent bulge on his crotch, just begging to be touched. "Put that pretty mouth to use, darl'," he whispered, unzipping his pants and pulling his boxer's down, his cock finally springing free and slapping against his stomach. Your mouth watered; it was so pretty. Reasonable sized with a girth promised to make you see stars. The tip was flushed pink, precum pearling at his slit. You picked the underside of his cock, paying extra attention to the large vein, making him hiss. He grabbed the back of your head, tapping his cock on your warm cheek, "Open up, hon." You happily obliged, sticking your tongue out for him to shove his shaft down your throat, making you slightly gag as tears prick your eyes. You gasped when Dazai pushed two slim fingers into your hole, your insides sucking them in eagerly. "There we go, sweet girl. Taking my fingers so nicely~" You cleched down on him at the praise, moaning around the fat cock in your mouth. The red-head shivered at the vibrations from your mouth. Tipping his head back slightly, fingers tightening their grip on your hair as you start bobbing your head up and down. It was messy; webs of his precum and your saliva was dripping down your chin, your mascara running down your puffy cheeks as you tried your best to breathe through your nose. Dazai scoffed when Chuuya smirked at him, successful in stealing your attention. He blew on your clit, making you jump. You tried to look back at him but Chuuya's grip was firm, patting your head softly before doing an experimental thrust in your mouth, tip of his cock nudging against the back of your throat. On the other hand, Dazai was getting lost in your cunt; skilled tongue swirling over your swollen clit, fingers curling against your g-spot, moaning into your pussy when you clenched particularly hard. Chuuya was now thrusting up into your warm mouth eagerly, holding your head down while muttering out small curses. He loved the way your eyes rolled back from the overwhelming feeling of Dazai eating your cunt like the best meal he's ever had while Chuuya fucked your throat 'till it burned, your lipstick staining his cock.

You jolted forward when a lubed finger pushed into your other hole, the feeling entirely foreign to you. Dazai's warm hand smoothed over your ass, giving it a playful smack, "Relax, pretty. You are gonna take the both of us, aren't you?" Your eyes widened, the both of them inside..at the same time— could you even handle it?

Chuuya patted your cheek softly, turning your attention to him, "You don't have to if you don't want to, we won't force you into anything." Your heart fluttered at his caring nature, hearts practically swimming in your pupils. You pulled your mouth off of Chuuya's cock, making him hiss. " 's okay.. I can take it," you whispered, making Dazai smirk devilishly, "that's my girl."

They switched places now; Chuuya between your pretty legs while Dazai eagerly thrusted up into your welcoming mouth, slobbering all over his cock. Your jaw was hurting from how hard he was shoving himself in and out, back arching like a cat's when Chuuya's long fingers brush against that one spot inside your walls. His tongue swirled around your puckered hole, making you squeal and try to kick your legs and fail, his hands firmly gripping them, "Behave," he growled into your cunt, making Dazai snicker. "How's she taste?" Dazai grinned, hissing when your tongue swipes over his slit. "Fucking amazing," Chuuya's eyes slightly rolled back, going drunk from your addictive taste on his tongue. Dazai's thrusts sped up, now hitting the back of your throat as you creamed all over Chuuya's face. He was glad your back was turned to him so you couldn't see him cumming in his pants like a pathetic teenager. "Came in your pants already?" Dazai laughed, cutting himself off with a groan as he holds your head down, cumming down your throat.

Dazai picked your already tired body up, placing you on his lap, telling you how good you did for them while kissing your tears away. "Now, get ready for the real thing," he smirked, slapping the tip on your clit before lining his cock up with your entrance. "Hope you're ready, princess," Chuuya uttered from behind you, rubbing soothing circles on your back, pushing your hair out of the way to kiss and nibble on your marked neck as Dazai pushed into you with a wet 'pop!' Your jaw slacking as he buried himself to the hilt, pressing his forehead against yours as he panted out little praises. Your body was tense in Dazai's hold, clenching down on his cock when his fingers found your clit, trying to get you to relax and it worked as you went limp in his arms. Chuuya on the otherhand, was busy lathering lube all over his cock, pumping it a few times in his first before lining it up with your puckered hole. Slowly but surely pushing in, focused on how you moan into Dazai's lips, the smug brunnete swallowing your moans. "Does it hurt, doll?" He grunted, grabbing your hips for stability as he tried his best not to shove himself all the way in. "Hurts— hurts so good.." you slurred, eyes rolling back from the sheer pleasure of both of them inside you. His cock pushed fully past the tight ring of muscle, balls touching your ass while he shuddered, fingers digging into the plush of your hips so tightly that you're sure it'll leave bruises tomorrow. But you didn't care, not when you were stuffed full by these two men you had just met, creaming and clenching on their cocks. "God, she's clenching so damn hard. Aren't you, baby?" The man in front of you panted, fingers still rubbing circles on your clit, pinching the small bud when you whine and whimper for them. Chuuya turned your head around to face him, capturing your parted lips for a sweet kiss, rolling his hips experimentally and groaning when you tighten even further.

Your makeup had been completely ruined by the time they were finally starting to thrust in and out of you, the two of them perfectly synchronized with each other, as if they could read the other person's mind. Every time one of them pulled out, the other pushed in and vice versa. Your mouth formed an 'o' shape, clawing at Dazai's shirt as they worked you to your orgasm. Your brain couldn't function properly anymore, filtering out all thoughts besides the two men ravaging you right now, stretching out your holes and all you could do was lay there and sob out their names. "Oh shiit— did we fuck her stupid already?" Chuuya questioned, breathy moans and grunts leaving his swollen lips that were stained with your lipstick like his cock. "Sure looks like it, ah fuuck—" Dazai moaned, their rhythm slowly falling apart as their orgasm approached. " 'm gunna—" you couldn't even finish your sentence before squrting all over their cocks, head lolling back on Chuuya's shoulder as you twitched from the overstimulation. Dazai's hips stilled suddenly, shooting his seed deep inside of you, some of it dribbling out as he pulls out, some of it spurting on your cunt, coating your pussy lips in his release. Chuuya's arms hooked under your knees, bringing you to his chest as you screamed his name, tears flowing out of your puffy eyes like jewels. "Cumming— fuck!" He growled, slim hips pressed against your plump ass while he flooded your insides with his cum.

Your heavy eyelids widened when Chuuya lifted you up, now facing him. "What're you—" you gasped when you felt his cock prodding at your cunt this time, ready to fuck you to oblivion. Dazai gripped your hair from behind, tugging on it to make eye contact with you, "You didn't think we were done from just that, did you?" You whimpered at his low tone of voice, perfectly manicured nails digging into Chuuya's shoulders as he pushes into you again, your cunt fucked raw and sore. Bandaged hands spread your cheeks apart, groaning at the lewd view of his ex-partners cum flowing out of your hole. " 's too mph— much!" You babbled, wincing at Dazai pulled at your hair and landed a swift smack on your ass. "You can take it, honey," he bit his lip, slipping into your other hole with a loud groan, your eyes crossing at the mind-numbing stimulation.

"Shiiit— pussy grippin' me so tight," Chuuya moaned, throwing his head back as he thrusted into you vigorously. The three of you were rendered a drooling, panting mess; overstimulated and shaking as they bend and mold your body to their desire, turning you into their personal cocksleeve for the night and you loved it. Dazai's fingers found your nipples, pinching and pulling and the hardened buds, making you cry out even louder for them, slapping one of the soft mounds before flicking at your nipples again.

You felt something in your lower stomach turning, tightening as they thrusted in and out of your oversensitive cunt. Chuuya's hand suddenly wrapped around your throat, not gripping tight but hard enough to make you feel breathless and dizzy. Everything went white, you could hear ringing in your ears as you gushed all over them, your juices covering Chuuya's abdomen and dripping down his cock. A creamy ring had formed around the base of his cock, hands reaching everywhere they could before his hips stopped, his semen gushing into your walls and staining them white. Dazai came shortly after, burying his face into your neck as his cum filled your gooey insides.

They both pulled out before Dazai laid you on your back gently, softly shushing your sobs as you clung onto him, burying your face in his chest. His hand was splayed on your back, rubbing random shapes on your sensitive skin. "Shh, my pretty girl. Did so well for us, hm?" He whispered, kissing the crown of your head while Chuuya got up to get a washcloth and a glass of water. He handed you the glass of water and some pills, "birth pills," he clarified, looking away bashfully while Dazai snickered. You didn't even realize how dry your throat was until drinking the cold water, offering your burning throat some relief. "I should probably lea—" you got cut off by Dazai pulling you back into his arms burying his face into your soft chest, "Why not stay? I'm not the type of guy to let a pretty lady go home alone at 3 am after having such an intimate moment." Chuuya huffed and nodded in agreement, laying next to you before wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Dazai pouted, scooting closer and shoving Chuuya's arm off of you. "A dog should know it's place, you should honestly go sleep on the floor," Dazai joked. "HAAH?!"

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Hi! i looove the way you write! is it possible for you to write “jealousy sex” but with dazai and chuuya? (and maybe nikolai🫣🫣)😫🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

Hello! I am so happy to hear that, thank you so much, you are very kind! :D <3

I only do 2 characters per request (for longer oneshots), however.......I went a bit overboard with Dazai.....I am sorry (no i'm not), so I am currently writing Chuuya and Nikolai separately from him (both will be in one post) since their oneshots will be shorter :)

I can tag you if you want! :D Please let me know if you'd like to :)

Sorry that it took me a while to get around this request, I didn't have an inspiration and didn't want for it to be half-assed by any means, so I waited until I felt inspired and I hope it's up to the expectations :D

I hope you like it and enjoy it! :) <3

CW/TW: NSFW, fem!reader, established relationship, he is not really jealous..more so offended :3...at first it seems so at least..., teasing, edging, overstimulation, oral!fem receiving, vaginal fingering, clit flicking (twice), humping if you squint, multiple poses, vaginal penetration (p in v), heavy degrading (may be for some people), slight dumbification (Dazai to reader), reassurance & apologizing (reader to Dazai), it's rough at first then gets soft & slow, two purely vaginal orgasm, multiple orgasms, squirting (twice), creampie, if I forgot anything please let me know! :)

** he uses bella/bello (written like this in the fic) once which means beauty or beautiful/handsome in italian - apply the one you prefer more :)

I apologize for any mistakes in advance! :)

Jealousy sex || Dazai Osamu x Reader

You knew what you were doing. At first, you just wanted to toy with Dazai a little bit by giving into the flirtatious nature of a person in the coffee shop. They offered to buy you coffee, paying you a few compliments along the way. Just for fun, you would pay them a few compliments back as sweet giggles would escape your throat. You could feel Dazai's gaze as he was standing nearby, but not near enough for a person to think you are a couple.

"So, could I get your number?" a person asked with a wide smile as you kept on chatting.

"Oh, well..I don't think that would be necessary." you replied as you were taking cups of coffee for Dazai and yourself and leaving the register. Person was left confused but they just shrugged their shoulders. You knew that there was a line you shouldn't cross.

The two of you were walking, finally reaching your shared apartment.

"That was a smart move, really." Dazai says in a casual but somehow bitter tone.

"Oh? Well, I didn't think it was appropriate for me to give them my phone number." you chuckle nervously, Dazai's presence was feeling...heavy. Very heavy.

"No, not that." he says as the two of you enter the apartment and close the door behind. You put your coffee on the table while Dazai leans on the wall, observing you.

"What is it then?" you were not really playing innocent, but he was never straightforward so these types of dialogues were often.

"Oh?" he imitates you as he says it.

"Well, I think trying to make me jealous in the first place isn't really appropriate, but here we are." he says with a sly smile. Your face grows into confusion..was this a bitterness? A challenge? A mind game? You couldn't really read him at the moment.

"Do you wish to play dumb with me or what is it?" he moves away from the wall and places his coffee next to yours as he steps closer.

"So? What is it?" he tilts his head as a sly smile appears on his face again, speaking in a silky tone.

"Did you burn your tongue? I don't recall coffee being that hot." he plays dumb as he moves his head from side to side, observing you. He comes closer and you just keep looking at him, still unsure of his intentions. Is it really that big of a deal?

"Tell me." he whispers as he leans very close, his lips next to your ear.

"Is this…some new kink of yours?" he whispers again and pulls away, a light chuckle escaping his lips as he sees your eyes widening.

"No? It was a simple exchange of compliments." you furrow your eyebrows as you try to plead logical and innocent, but you knew what you were doing at that moment. You just didn't expect this reaction.

"Simple exchange of compliments in a simple coffee shop in front of your simple boyfriend. How simple!" he says in an upbeat tone, clapping his hands, as if he was discovering something never seen. You get slightly uneasy, still unsure of what he is exactly thinking.

"If you are jealous you can just say it." you scoff at him as you go by him and sit down on the couch. You were not in the mood for games.

"Mhm." he nods as a silky sound escapes his throat. He takes a few steps forward and sits on the couch next to you.

"And you.." he pauses for a second as he cups your jaw with his hand and turns your head to face him properly.

"You should apply the same logic you gave to me, no?" his voice is very low.

"Huh?" you look at him with a face that gives off confusion and frustration. He places his hand on your thigh, his fingers sliding down and resting on the inner area of it.

"If you need something from me, you can just say it." he says in a very clear tone, giving you a smile.

What an asshole.

"I am not following." you reply as you, in fact, start following.

"Oh come on now, you are not stupid. So don't play such games with me." he rolls his eyes as he sighs out dramatically, his hand squeezing your thigh as his other hand pulls your head closer to him.

"Why try to make me jealous then? Unless you need something, I see no reason."

"You wish for me to do something to you out of jealousy, no?" he smiles as he tilts his head, his voice dropping lower. You gulp, your bottom lip twitching for a second.

"Both you and I know that I don't get jealous, so..this was a futile attempt." he chuckles before his gaze becomes darker and lower.

"For me to get jealous, that is." his voice is insanely low now. He leans even closer, his lips barely away from yours.

"But I must admit, I am kind of irritated that you even tried it. Since both, you and I, know that nobody can really satisfy you in any way I can." he whispers, his eyes moving upwards and looking at yours.

"Wish to deny?" he asks as he gently parts your legs with his hand, making you gasp really quick.

He really can be a dick sometimes.

"No." you reply softly as you feel out of breath. Your gaze goes lower, observing his lips that were so close.

"Good. Because I do." he says with a chuckle and your eyebrows move in confusion as he leans his head near your neck and starts kissing it. He places a first kiss right behind your ear and slowly moves down, kissing every part of your neck.

He reaches your collarbone and trails quick kisses over it, moving to the other side of your neck.

As his lips move upwards, trailing kisses up and behind your other ear, you can feel a knot of butterflies inside your tummy. His lips brush over your neck that was now completely painted in his kisses before he slowly sucks part of your skin between his teeth. He is now sucking on your skin teasingly, making you leak precum already. Dazai's fingers move up your inner thigh, gently brushing over your clothed cunt. He lets go of the skin of your neck for a moment, letting his lips brush over it as he speaks.

"I think you won't need this." he whispers into your skin as he undo button of your pants and pulls the zipper down. He slides both of his hands on your hips, putting them between your body and pants. Quickly enough, your body follows and you help him to take them off with your own movement; leaving you only in your underwear. Following he takes your shirt off just as quickly, skillfully unclipping your bra and sliding it down your arms. You can sense Dazai becoming more eager and less playful as he pushes you on the couch, not a single readable thought or emotion showing from his expression. However, you notice his eyes sparkling with certain slyness and lust.

He leans in, his lips wrapping around one of your nipples and he starts sucking on it eagerly, barely providing any licks in between to soothe the intensity. Dazai's other hand cups your other breast, squeezing your hard nipple between his thumb and index finger. He starts rubbing it between his fingertips, pressure almost as intense as the one of his treatment on your other nipple. You let out a soft whimper as you try to squeeze your legs, however unsuccessfully since his body is keeping them apart. Pop.

"Don't disappoint me now bella/bello, we barely started." he says in a slickerish tone as he lets go of your nipple, the corners of his lips turning into a wicked smile. You gulp, nodding without giving it a second thought. He looks pleased, but the pressure of his fingers on your nipple grows unbearable. You bite your lip, a weak moan still escaping your throat. He continues, his lips now kissing your tummy so softly that it makes your head spin.

You arch your back just a little bit, trying to ease up the painful sensation on your bruised nipple and enjoy the softness of his kisses. Dazai finally lets go of your nipple, his hand sliding down your waist as he kisses the area around your belly button, his lips sending shivers through your whole body. He moves lower, licking your lower tummy with the tip of his tongue, his eyes closed as he follows up with another feather-like kiss. Wrapping his hands around your thighs, he finally positions himself between your legs.

"Now..what should I do to you first?" you remain silent, uneasiness slowly crippling inside you as he talks to himself. He admires your wet cunt, his eyes fixated on it as he thinks. He sighs out, speaking up again.

"Truthfully, at the start I wanted to leave you like this, but..I changed my mind." he speaks of this so casually that it makes your blood boil but given your state you decide to remain silent and bite your tongue. This once.

Dazai slowly parts his lips, leaning closer to your cunt and you can feel his warm breath on it. The sensation covers your body in goosebumps as you feel his soft, coldish cheeks on your thighs. He squeezes your thighs, leaning even closer and you feel like your tummy will explode from anticipation and neediness. He takes a breath in and places his lips around your clit for a quick moment before pulling away.

"What do you think I should do?" he tilts his head, looking at you so innocently. You feel your eye twitch, currently on the brink of suffocating him with your thighs.

"Maybe stop talking and finish what you started if you want to and if you don't then don't." you reply in an evidently irritated tone as Dazai's face remains clueless. He leans his head on one of your thighs.

"Mm..you see, I want to but I am not sure if you deserve it." his eyes switch to the sly gaze from before.

"Maybe try begging a little bit, let's see how it will make me feel." he says happily as he smiles, his tone playful again.

Your cunt starts to ache from how needy you were at this point; lack of friction made it quite painful. You swallow your pride and mutter out as quietly as possible.

"Please." your voice is so thin that you couldn't even hear it.

"What was that?" Dazai leans more into your thigh, remaining a playful smile and tone.

"I said please." you repeat, a bit louder this time. Dazai sighs out.

"Hmm, it's not good." he says as he positions himself in front of your cunt again, parting his lips.

"A slut who doesn't even know how to beg is the worst slut of them all." he whispers quickly in a bitter tone, following by using the bottom of his tongue to slide over your clit. You let out a soft whimper, unable to think about what he said, your cunt still aching and in need for more friction. He rolls his tongue over your clit; now softly brushing over it with the tip of it. He moves his attention lower, giving a few kitten licks to your inner lips, collecting your leaking precum and sliding it upwards to your clit. Pain finally stops and your body fully relaxes, enjoying the pleasure as he starts moving his tongue up and down on your clit, barely brushing over it, but at a pace quicker than before.

As much as it teases you, it makes you let out a satisfied whimper and Dazai pulls away for a moment to place wet and sweet kisses on your inner thighs. He kisses one of your inner thighs from the middle and down to your groin, leaving a soft kiss on your clit before he gives the same treatment to your other thigh. Once he reaches your other groin, he spreads your legs apart even more, making your cunt more sensitive. He places the tip of his tongue on the very edge of your cunt's inner lips, steadily sliding it up in slow zig-zag motion. Once he reaches your clit, he repeats the motion backwards, moving his tongue down in slow zig-zag motion again. Then, he agonizingly slowly drags his tongue up in one straight line, right between your inner lips and reaching your clit.

You breathe out in pleasure, watching him for a moment before you let your head rest and close your eyes, just enjoying the sensations. Dazai's tongue starts moving in circles on your clit, completely covering it and stimulating every part of it with each circular motion he makes. Your hands become weak as you try to grasp anything underneath you due to Dazai increasing the speed. You can feel your orgasm building up quickly, a tingling and warm sensation spreading inside your body as his lenient tongue keeps doing wonders.

He swiftly switches from licking to sucking on your clit making your eyes roll back as a whorish moan escapes you. Your thighs start to twitch, but they feel weak as Dazai keeps on sucking your sensitive bud, touching it very softly with his tongue from time to time. His grip on your thighs grows more rough, keeping you in place as your hips begin to move to match his pace.

You feel the heat overwhelming you, breathy whimpers constantly leaving your throat as you get insanely close to your orgasm. You squeeze your thighs around his face, pulling him more into your cunt as you feel on the edge. Dazai keeps up, still sucking on your clit as your whimpers grow into moans, your whole body heating up. You finally feel your orgasm coming, your thighs shaky and weak and you keep moving your hips from time to time, needy to cum. Dazai suddenly pulls away, shamelessly ruining all the build up.

"No, no, keep going, please!" you look at him, your voice revealing evident distress. He just keeps looking at you, almost as if he is asking for more enthusiasm.

"Please, I am so close! Keep going, please!" your eyes are pitiful to look at, your neediness laughable. At least from Dazai's perspective.

"Please! I am begging you." your sentence slips past your lips faster than your mind could process it, pride almost completely lost now.

"You are getting better at this, I must admit. Greedy and miserable slut, let's see what else you can be." he says through a whisper before his lips wrap around your clit once more. He continues sucking on it and you can't even answer him as your head falls down, pleasure overwhelming you. Dazai's tongue rolls over your clit more frequently than before, while his lips and teeth apply more pressure. You feel your orgasm build up again, your body shaking as you roll your hips into the mattress.

Loud moans leave your lungs as you feel the intense heat bubbling inside your lower tummy, your cunt clenching around nothing. You feel your orgasm on the brink again and this time Dazai doesn't stop, rather he keeps on building up the intensity.

You feel a wave of warm tingles spread inside your body as your orgasm slowly starts unraveling. Broken mixture of whimpers and moans is only to be heard as your orgasm bursts inside of you, reaching its peak. Dazai unwraps one of his hands from away from your thigh, still keeping up his pace on your clit for the whole duration of your orgasm. Once it finally starts melting off, your breathing remains heavy as your body feels weak and shaky. Dazai swiftly inserts two of his fingers inside your leaking cunt making you gasp in surprise as he switches from sucking on your clit back to moving his tongue in circles. He doesn't give you even a little break and your mind feels fuzzy.

"Wait-" you want to stop him just for a moment, but the stimulation feels too much, but also too good that your own moans drown out your voice. Dazai's fingers move in and out for a bit, sliding easily as the feeling of his tongue on your sensitive clit makes your body twitch. You move your hand into his hair, grasping it roughly as you take a deep breath out that is suddenly cut off with your own whine as Dazai curls his fingers, pressing your g-spot. He keeps on relaxing and curling his fingers, applying a fair amount of pressure on your sensitive spot as his tongue circles on your clit.

You feel lightheaded as he keeps pleasuring all of your sweet spots inside and out of your cunt. He stops movement of his tongue for a moment and extracts his fingers, leaving just his fingertips inside your cunt. He lets out a thicker string of spit and inserts his fingers fully once again making your pussy tingle from added "lube". He pumps them in and out a few times as sweet moans escape your throat before he places the flat of his tongue on your clit again, slightly bobbing his head up and down. You circle your hips to match his movement once again and he curls his fingers again, directly and consistently rubbing your g-spot.

A chain of guttural whimpers slips past your lips as you feel another orgasm approaching as he keeps up his movement, your cunt clenching around Dazai's slim fingers. Dazai lets out a quiet whine as he feels your pussy pulsating around him and your clit swelling more under his tongue. You dig your fingernails into the couch, intense heat spreading inside your head as well as in your tummy and legs as your climax builds up even more, the first few tame waves knotting inside of you.

Your chest feels overly warm, your legs barely shaking as your body is almost completely tensed up now, ready for an orgasm that was so painfully close. Dazai whines into your clit as he feels strings of precum dripping down your pussy and coating his fingers and he quickly pulls away, extracting his fingers right on the brink of your release. You want to curse him out, but all you let out is a dissatisfied sound. Dazai pulls away from you completely and puts his still clothed thigh and knee near your cunt.

"Come on, get off." he says in a sly tone, his lips glossing from your wetness. You are too needy and too eager, almost immediately crumbling under his order and moving your cunt closer to his thigh, but he quickly moves it away.

"You have to be a bit quicker." he teases, placing his hands on your knees while bringing his thigh close again. You move your hips closer and he reverts away from you again, following with a malicious laugh.

"You really are incapable. Can't even get yourself off." he laughs once more, sliding his thigh close to you again and you try to meet him halfway before he is able to do anything, but he quickly lifts it up, making your attempt futile.

"You truly are a pitiful thing to witness. Your state is pathetic." he says coldly, his eyes piercing through yours and you swallow. Dazai puts his knee back on the couch and you move as fast as you can. Your clit brushes over his pants, sending shivers up your body, but he moves his thigh away once more.

"How many of these laughable rubs do you think it would take for you to finally cum? Perhaps one hundred?" he chuckles, looking at you with no empathy whatsoever as he moves one of his hands between your legs and flicks your clit with his middle finger. You yelp, a soft whimper mixing up.

"Ahh~" he lets out a little whine as his eyes widen in enjoyment of your low state. He flicks your clit once again and you choke out a moan, stinging sensation traveling up your body.

"It would be lovely to toy with you a bit more like this, but you have something else to do, no?" he smiles slyly, bringing his thigh close to your cunt again. You slowly move one of your legs between his and he observes in curiosity. You swiftly wrap your thighs around his own thigh and start desperately gliding your cunt up and down. You use your elbows as leverage, needily rolling your hips into his thigh. Dazai watches you for a moment before he bursts into a wicked laughter, the sound making your stomach drop.

"Humping me like a dog? What a vile whore you are." he says in a resentful tone.

"Though, I will praise your creativity. So, can you get off like this, dirty whore?" he asks, voice low and challenging as he already knows the answer. You slow down your movement, trying to find a way to stimulate your clit in the best way, but your cunt feels awfully empty. Your thighs unravel in defeat as you shake your head filled with shame, though so yearning to cum.

"Seems like you can't do anything without me." he sighs out, as if it really bothers him. He makes a brief pause, analyzing your poor state for a few moments.

"I wish that guy from the coffee shop could see us now..more specifically, you." is the last thing he says in a colder tone before he spreads your thighs and positions himself between them once again. He places his tongue on your needy clit again, while simultaneously inserting two of his fingers inside your cunt. He curls them up and starts moving them in the previous pace, relentlessly pleasuring your g-spot as he keeps bobbing his head up and down, his warm tongue smoothly sliding over your clit. You gasp out, relaxing your body once again as the sensations of an upcoming orgasm builds up quickly. You put your hand in his hair again, grasping it rougher than before, not trying to risk it. He whines into your pussy, sending vibrations through your clit and making you whimper. He stops his movement for a second.

"Don't be so rough, I won't go anywhere." he finishes with a chuckle, quickly returning his tongue on your sweet clit, switching up his movement to only using the tip of his tongue and briskly, but featherly brushing it over it in up and down motion. Your body starts quivering while your orgasm builds up more, the intensity of it washing over you and making you moan out. Dazai pressures your g-spot more roughly, another first wave of orgasm breaking through. You feel pleasurably dizzy as your body tenses up, cunt clenching and pulsating as you finally feel the pure heat and intense tingles of your orgasm reach their peak.

Relentless moans escape your lungs as you breathe heavily, your grasp on Dazai's hair deplete completely as the intensity spreads inside your body, reaching every part of you. Dazai pulls away, leaving your clit alone as he keeps stimulating your g-spot during your orgasm. You keep gasping for air, long moans and whimpers taking all of it. Dazai puts his other hand next to your head, towering over you as he still keeps pressuring your g-spot. Your orgasm feels too pleasurable, too unbearable and like you are going to pee. You are trying to push him away as it gets overwhelming.

You let out little gasps and moans as Dazai keeps up his movement, relentlessly pressuring your g-spot making your weak and overly pleasured body crumble underneath him. You feel an oddly, but so overly consuming and vigorous relieving sensation inside your lower tummy. Loud gasps mixed with moans escapes your lungs as a watery stream fastly pressures its way out of your cunt. You feel the muscles of your cunt heavily convulsing. Dazai extracts his fingers swiftly, rubbing your cunt and slowing down the stream from spraying everywhere. You breathe heavily, your body feeling too tired and too sensitive. You notice that Dazai's pants are completely wet by your pleasure, making you a little bit embarrassed.

"Ah, you made a mess you nasty bitch." he notes in an apathetic tone as he unbuttons and unzips his pants, pulling them down. He takes them off completely, dropping them on the floor.

"Sorry." you say with uncertainty as Dazai pulls his boxers down, getting rid of them as well and exposing his hard cock.

"Apology won't fix this. Plus, my pants are not something you should apologize for.." he makes a brief pause, letting you sink in a "discreet" message.

"..So, why don't you just let me use that pretty cunt of yours and keep your mouth shut so you don't irritate me even more?" he asks in a wicked tone as he spreads your legs, observing your drooling cunt. He wraps his hand around his cock, tapping it on your cunt a few times. You twitch from small jolts due to sensitivity and Dazai aligns his cock with your inner lips, slowly sliding his cock inside of you.

As soon as half of his cock slides in, both of you gasp in, Dazai letting out a broken whine to mix in. He slides it in completely, his pelvic area kissing yours. You let out a mellow moan, your tummy filling up with warmth as your pussy still feels so sensitive. Dazai's strokes are slow. He lets out prolonged whimpers and whines every time when, painfully slowly, inch by inch of his cock slides in and out of you. It feels so good and it soothes your sore cunt making you breathe out in pleasure.

"Hah-, this makes me want to forgive you more easily." he whispers in a slightly shaky voice. It makes your pussy clench around his cock and he smiles slyly as he rolls his hips in and out.

"On second thought, even your cunt isn't good enough for me to forgive you." his voice is still breathy and shaky, however revealing more irritation. His slow thrusts make your head spin and all you can voice out are shameless moans.

"I don't think I will be satisfied.." he whispers as he puts his hands underneath your knees and bends your legs over your chest. He positions himself in a better angle, so he can go as deep as he would like.

"..Until I see you break completely. Just like a helpless, desperate whore." he spits out his words without sympathy as he starts thrusting vigorously fast, his balls roughly slapping the underside of your pussy. You moan out as you feel the tip of his cock in the deepest part of you in such short intervals. His cock perfectly pressures your g-spot as well as all others already overly sensitive spots inside, making you unable to speak.

You choke on your own sounds as Dazai whines loudly, digging his fingernails into your skin. His thrusts are merciless and pleasurably painful and you swear you feel like you will cum again, if not something else. Your muscles tense and relax around him quickly, providing a pulsating sensation and it makes him bite his lower lip as he starts choking on his own whines. Your eyes tear up and your throat dries out as pleasure becomes overbearing, heavily concentrated in your most sensitive parts.

"I'm sorry-" you choke out desperately, tears running down your face as your voice becomes thin and drowned out.

"Shut up for now." he spits out, spiteful feelings completely taking over him as his hips move at a rapid pace, his cock twitching inside of you. Dazai's eyebrows furrow in pleasure and frustration, loud whines escaping one after another. The heavy slaps of his balls make your skin feel like it's bruising and burning as your cunt drowns in pleasure. It's all too confusing and overwhelming. You moan loudly, unable to think or compose yourself. His cock feels too good inside, relentlessly stimulating your sweet spot.

You can feel your body giving out once again, your muscles convulsing and another stream of watery mixture splashes out of your cunt. You gasp for air as your whole body feels weak from another heavy climax. Dazai doesn't slow down, he just keeps going, a few heavy whimpers slipping past his lips upon the sensation your orgasm was providing. You breathe heavily, your release slowly wearing off, but sensitivity builds up way too quickly again, making the slightest touch of his cock hurt in a bittersweet manner. You take a deep breath in.

"I am sorry, I am so sorry! I will never do it again!" you almost yell out, desperate for some delicacy.

"Do better." he almost whines out, his own eyes slightly tearing up as he overly stimulates himself as well. You take another deep breath in as his vigorous pace continues.

"You are the only one for me! The only one who could ever make me feel this way and I am sorry!" you choke on your own moans, guttural sounds stopping you from speaking. His cock feels way too good, but your cunt is way past sensitive to take it properly.

"I will never repeat this, I promise. Please forgive me." you say in a weaker tone, unable to gather your thoughts.

"You are the only one, I swear. I don't care about anyone else, it was just a stupid way for me to see your reaction." you just keep talking, trying not to focus on the sensations. Dazai keeps up his merciless pace, pounding in and out of your cunt like it's a toy without feelings.

"Fuck! I am sorry, I promise I will never do anything like that again! You are the only one for me, so please-" you gasp out suddenly as Dazai slows down his pace, letting you calm down. You are panting and your body feels sore and heavy. Dazai slowly lets go of your legs, letting them fall on both sides next to his body. His thrusts are slow and delicate, almost faint.

"Thank you." you whisper out, still exhausted and overwhelmed, but enjoying the slow stimulation of your sweet spots inside. Dazai places one of his hands around your jaw, cupping it in moderate strength. He leans his face close to yours as his thrusts remain slow and gentle.

"I will be remembering what you've just said. You better do it too, mkay?" he asks almost happily, making you sigh out.

"Okay." you nod as much as you can and he places his lips on yours, kissing you for a moment before slowly pulling away.

"Good. You seem to only be able to be fucked into obedience." he chuckles as he places another delicate kiss on your lips. His thrusts are slow, but deeply pleasurable.

"I am not a dog." you say as sharply as you can.

"Mm, you sure?" he smiles in a teasing way, refreshing your memory from before. You turn your head to the side and he lets go of your jaw. He slowly pulls out his cock, leaving your throbbing pussy empty.

"Roll over." chuckling to his own joke, he gently helps to reposition your body and makes you lay flat on your tummy.

"I will let you go off easily today only." you say in a softer tone and his lips curl into a teasing smirk.

"Whatever you say." he whispers as he spreads your legs with his knees before aligning his cock with your entrance and slowly pushes it in. You let out a whimper as Dazai follows up with his own. He lays on top of you, not with his full weight, but enough to provide some odd sense of comfortability and safety. He rolls his hips in a slow motion, resting his head next to yours as he observes your pretty face. You let a breath out as his thrusts feel good, delicately stimulating you and sending shivers up your spine.

"Be good for me and lift your hip." he whispers in a very soft tone that makes you melt and you obey. He slides one of his hands, resting its palm on your lower tummy as the two of his fingers reach your clit. You relax your hip as he starts drawing small circles with his fingertips. Your whole body relaxes and you let out a weak moan as it all feels so good. Dazai speeds up his pace just a little bit, only to pleasure your g-spot more frequently. You feel your groins tingle as his cock slides in and out so easily, gently throbbing inside of your soaking cunt. Dazai is breathily panting in your ear as a few words of praise finally come out of his mouth.

"You were so good for me, can you do it once more?" he asks with a shaky whisper, his warm breath making your body tingle. You nod as you feel your lower tummy already building up with climatic sensations, this time less intensely, but just as pleasurable. Your soft moans and his heavier pants fill up the room as his cock pulsates inside of you, slowly rubbing over your sensitive spots. His fingers keep up the pace and you feel another wave of another orgasm.

Your body slightly tenses up and you close your eyes, the feeling of Dazai's warm body on your back tying this all together. Your release finally starts knotting inside of you, your heavy moans and whimpers silencing Dazai's sounds.

You roll your hips, trying to ride out the pleasure as Dazai keeps thrusting slowly, however very close to his own release. Your orgasm finally melts away and you gasp out, feeling completely exhausted and sleepy. Dazai quickly lifts himself up and also lifts your hips towards him, not pulling out. He positions you in a doggy and you bite down on your hand and he chuckles.

"I will be fast, I promise." he says as he begins thrusting just as he said - fast. You bite your own skin, once again overwhelmed. He keeps thrusting, whorish moans now escaping his throat as his cock roughly pulsates inside your cunt. His skin keeps slapping yours, making it feel like it's bruising even more and worse than before as he gets vigorous and greedy for his own release. You quiet down your sounds with your hand, leaving deep teeth marks behind and pool of saliva as his cock reaches deep spots inside of you.

He is panting loudly, his cock twitching even more as his whines get high-pitched and strained and with few more rapid thrusts he finally reaches his orgasm, releasing a whip of cum inside of you. In the middle of his release, he pulls out and lets a few bigger whips of cum paint your pussy on the outside as well. It makes you shiver and you feel it sliding down your sensitive skin. Dazai swiftly leans closer, gently licking the parts of your thighs and cunt where cum was falling down rather quickly and he lets your body flop on the couch.

You could fall asleep immediately, but you use the last ounce of energy to talk to him.

"This would all be so much easier if you just said that you were jealous." you say sleepily as your eyes close, but you are still somewhat awake. Dazai lays next to you, delicately tracing his fingertips on your bare back.

"But it would all be so much less fun." he whispers back and you grunt, almost immediately falling asleep.

Surely, Dazai made sure you slept comfortably and as soon as you woke up, there was a nice, warm bubble bath waiting for you and lots of praises and cuddles. However, you will have to take care of the food, as always.

The End :) <3

Sorry for the time this took me, I was also about to take a sudden break when this request came in, so :")

I hope y'all liked it and enjoyed it! Thank you so much for support and love, it means the world to me! :) <3

Forehead kisses for everyone :3

Chuuya & Nikolai coming soon!! :D

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possexed · 2 years

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SWEET TOOTH !

dark era! dazai x fem! reader || lime || makeouts

tags : steamy makeouts, implied smut at the end, mentions of dancing at a club + drinking.

synopsis : dazai sees you at a club, and the way you simply put him in a trance he just knows he has to have you.

not continuing because I don’t know how to write dazai at all, so enjoy it as a lime.

dazai was once again seeking out a simple one night stand, recently all of his work was piling up and he just needed something to destress with.

so as one of his many resorts, he went to another one of the clubs he had heard members of the mafia mentioned and ordered himself a simple whisky to loosen himself up.

as he was taking sips, he eyed around the club full of dancing people or people making out in darker corners of the club as they were intoxicated by the alcoholic drinks they consumed.

not many people caught his eye, but then he saw you, dancing in the middle of all the people and swaying your hips to the beat of the music. you weren’t perfect, not at all. you stumbled as you moved or sometimes missed something that would fit the song, and you seemed as if you had no clue of what you were doing but that made watching you all the more addictive.

it made you seem as if you were so unaware of everything that happened around you, just simply dancing along to the music that played and enjoying yourself.

he moved his way through the crowd, soon coming into close range of you and touching your shoulder.

you turned to him confused, most people who touched you had accidentally done it in the midst of dancing but he left his hand there.

“would you care to drink with me?” he asked, his voice sounding like an angels to you. slightly smiling, you nodded absentmindedly and followed him back to the bar.

one drink turned to two, two turned to three, and then you fount yourself coming with him to a hotel nearby. if you were sober, this definitely would’ve seemed like a bad idea but the man in front of you seemed so attractive and had just the way with words that seemed to woo you.

of course, the minute you hit that hotel room he was all over you, and you didn’t mind one bit. first it was kissing, then heated makeouts, and eventually your back was on the bed as he towered over you, roughly kissing you.

you moaned into it, completely ignoring the way his hands fiddled with your shirt and eventually was lifting it over your head without a sweat and continuing the steamy session.

pulling away whilst sitting up, dazai made quick work of the task of taking off your clothes and caressing your body, holding you close but not too close either. it would be more romantic if he wasn’t practically a stranger, but it would have to do for both of your drunkened minds.

“oh, how lonely you seemed on that dance floor. i just knew I had to come and swoop you away from the undeserving eyes,” he sweet talked, continuing to ease you into the following events while you and him started to take off his clothes.

you straddled his now naked body, allowing him to pull you both up to the middle of the bed and lay you down, the skin to skin contact igniting electric sparks you just couldn’t get enough of.

“with the way you’re going to taste oh so sweet when I’m done with you, i’m sure you’ll satisfy my sweet tooth.”

── POSSEXED ✦ (📖)

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rillian4e · 7 months

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Men who want nothing more than to fold you in half, his cock splitting you open as his frame towers over your much smaller one. Gosh, did he find the sight of your tear stained face hot. He loved turning his innocent little girl to a needy little whore, filled with only thoughts of his big, fat cock inside her. The way you trembled, telling him "I-It's too big!", "it won't fit!", and yet here you were, taking him in so, so good... "See? You can take it, pretty thing. Just relax and lie there all pretty for me, 'kay?" His faux sympathy all too familiar to you as he fucks himself into your needy little hole. He can't himself wanting to fill you full of his cum, to see his cum dripping from your abused cunt... He will never be able to resist you when you're all pouty, whining on how you can't take any more, "Jus' one more, baby. For me, yeah?" Words of praise slipping past his lips as he thrusts inside you again and again, the bulge on your tummy only making him want to be more rough on his little darling.

—Dainsleif, Childe, Scaramouche, Wriothesley, Neuvillette, Pantalone, Alhaitham, Dazai, Fyodor, Jing Yuan, Dan Heng, Blade, Toji, Sukuna and your favs ♡

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smuttysunny · 6 months

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[ADA]AFAB!Reader x Osamu Dazai

Genre: Smut

Synopsis: Dazai was made to stay behind after work to complete paperwork! Which was boring! Luckily for him you forgott your wallet so now he's getting to have a bit of fun during (and after) he finishes his paperwork <3

Contains: GN reader despite having fem anatomy(2nd person pronouns used), unprotected sex, cockwarming, praise kink, p in v, workplace/office sex(implied semi-public sex?), pet names, off-hand mention of Kunikida, no pre established relationship! Just Dazai being a whore with his colleague <3

Warnings: Absolutely not proofread‼️ may be a little ooc? Tbh the cockwarming bit was short lmfao, this fic seems a little short to me in general 💀 also English is NOT my first language so I'm sorry for any grammar errors and anything of the such! I may speak fluently but I still make mistakes often soo whoops

Thank you to my irl friend for giving me the scenerio/prompt to work with btw! Absolute life-saver 🙏

It was dark outside, so fucking dark, and DEFINITELY after work hours but you were rushing back to the Agency because you realized you left your wallet back in the office.

As you reached the agency you rushed up to the office and turned on the light just to be met with the sight of a miserable Osamu sat at his desk doing.... Paperwork? Well that's a first, but...wait. Why the fuck was he doing paperwork in the dark? Why was he doing paperwork at all?!

Osamu groans at the sudden light and shuts his eyes tightly, rubbing them before getting adjusted to the bright lights

"What the fuck... Oh, and what are *you* doing back here at this hour?" He says as he looks in your direction, with that irresistible charm of his

You told him you forgot your wallet and you're here to get it back, he just lets out an "ohhh" before pointing at your desk. "By the way... Why are you still here so late at night, anyways? Doing paperwork in the dark, no less" you ask as you pick up your wallet and put it back in the pocket of your trousers. Osamu stretches a little before leaning on his desk with his arms and responding with a huge sigh, "Kunikida is holding me back until I finish at least a folder's worth of papers." You just chuckle a bit before making your way to the door, that is before Osamu stops you.

"By the way... Now that you're here, well... I've been a little bored while scribbling on all these papers, mind helping me out?" And little did you not know it was a request you should not have accepted.

So how the hell did you manage to get from getting your wallet back to your trousers down to your knees, panties pushed aside and his cock buried deep in your cunt? Only the devil may know. But luckily for you what you did know is you were near tears as you waited for him to finish his paperwork! When you agreed to helping him out you thought he meant his papers but oh...how wrong you were... At least he wasn't bored anymore! Far from it actually! He was getting a kick out of you squirming and whinning as you sat all pretty on his hardening dick! Which is why he put an arm on your hip, to stop your squirming.

Your pathetic whines were truly music to his ears as you started begging him to let you move, raising a chuckle out of him. "Just a bit more, belladonna~ only got a bit left~" You let out a shaky sigh, leaning back and resting your head against his shoulder, wondering how long "only a bit" really is.

To be fair it wasn't even that much time, but those 10 minutes felt like 10 hours instead. His dick throbbing inside your tight, warm hole was really getting to you and honestly it felt like he slowed down writing just to drag it out a bit more just to tease you. As he finished writing, you let out a sigh of relief. He put all of his papers back in the folder with a satisfied hum before turning his attention on you, a smirk played up on his lips as he looked at you with those mesmerizing brown eyes of his, intent and desire behind them. He put his lips closely to your ear, his breath fanning over it as he spoke, causing you to shiver.

"You did well, bella. Why don't I give you a reward, hmm?~"

And before you could process anything, you were bent over his desk, his cock now drilled even deeper into your pussy. You let out a soft moan and he chuckles, one hand pressing on your back and the other tightly holding your waist; a bruise or two were definitely going to be left behind.

He slowly starts thrusting into you, whimpers and moans escaping your precious lips as he leaned in close to your ear and moaned, all while wearing that smile on his face that made you fold oh so much.

"Ah~ oh bella~ never thought you'd be this tight... Ngh~ feels so good, baby. This was definitely worth the wait, yes?~" he asks you, not really expecting an answer as he picks up his pace, getting slightly rougher with you aswell, his grip tightening and his thrusts growing more harsh.

"Yeah? Oh yeah?~ yeeeaaaahh~ knew you'd agree"

As much as you'd want not to, you can't help but let out a loud moan as he hits that specific spot that your back arching and your eyesight full of stars. "Osamu..." Is all you can manage to babble out, causing him to let out a loud grunt as his pace becomes feral

"Ah fuck, the way you call my name like that~ mmm~ keep doing it, love~ I love it~" His voice drops with that last part, making you unable to keep holding on as you end up squirting all over his dick. Osamu's eyes widen slightly as he feels your walls suddenly clamp down on him as you pant and try to recover from your orgasm before you, out of nowhere, feel a pair of warm lips licking and suckling on your neck, leaving behind various hickeys.

"Hmm?~ sweet thing couldn't hold on just a bit more till I came?~ My... How needy~" he groans in your ear. He grunts as he feels your slick drip down his dick, getting closer to his own climax.

"Fuck...you're gonna take everything I give you like the good thing you are, right?~ Alright~..."

He doesn't even spare you a moment before a few final thrust is all it takes for him to dump his warm load into your aching cunt, soft whimpers and whines escaping your lips as you feel him filling you up as if you're a custard donut.

Both you and him take a couple of minutes to recover, panting heavily as you feel his cum drip out of your pussy before he leans back and looks down at you with a smile

"So how about round two, yeah? Wonder if we'll manage to see the sun rise!"

Maybe you should've just forgotten about your wallet...

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kentopedia · 7 months

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♰ his parliament's on fire — dazai osamu

.𖥔 ݁ ˖🕸️🕷.𖥔 ݁ ˖ KINKTOBER NO. 1 - nightclub owner!dazai

every man in yokohama has a long list of crimes they’d commit to be with you, but none quite as long as dazai’s.

contents. fem!reader, nsfw minors dni, port mafia boss!dazai, port mafia member!reader, bsd typical blood / violence, unprotected sex, established relationship, takes place before doa, dazai & reader are a lil unhinged bc they're in love, praise, soft dazai, riding dazai, sub reader, v slight breeding kink oops — 10.1k

The music shook your chest as you watched people head to the front of the club for a dance, a combination of those that were regulars, and those who were just desperate to blow their money on an evening in one of the finest night clubs in the country.

It had grown hot in the club, even for an autumn evening in Yokohoma. There were more people filling the tables than usual, standing only to swing their partners around on the dancefloor. A woman sung sultrily to the crowd, a song that you hadn’t heard in ages. Even for a Saturday, it was crowded, the capacity met, and then surpassed, packed to the brim as a group of foreign billionaires weaseled their way in by paying twice the entry fee.

You swirled your glass, sitting alone at the bar with your legs crossed, the tight, red dress rising up on your thighs. Beside you, a man was puffing a cigar, blowing the smoke back in your face so frequently that it took all your effort not to cough. Still, he paid you little attention, too enraptured by a skinny young woman that giggled every time he touched her arm.

A few more individuals made their way to the dancefloor, tracking unaccompanied dancers like prey, hopeful that they could score a partner for the evening. It was amusing, really, how often you’d seen some of the same men come back. They’d throw stacks of money on the table in a desperation to acquaint themselves with beautiful, upper-class women, even if they’d go home unhappy and broke.

Ice clinked against the sides of your glass as the last drop disappeared down your throat, warming you up for the rest of the evening. Already, you had caught the glimpse of several men in the club. But those who knew who you were knew to keep their distance, and they never tried to sneak more than a subtle glance in your direction.

Those who didn’t usually noticed nothing but your striking beauty and the allure of darkness that seemed to follow you. They were drawn to you easily, smiling at you like they were entitled to gawk at your appearance, like it would be criminal for anyone so beautiful to shield herself away from the world.

Rarely did that ever end well for them.

You handed your empty glass off to the bartender—a dear friend that you’d convinced to work for you at the club—and made your way over to the dance floor. The crowd parted for you with quick glances and slackened jaws, stumbling on their own feet to get out of your way. Once you passed, the world seemed to resume itself. Everyone continued about their business, averted their gaze, even if they were careful not to get too close to you.

Something about that made you smile.

For a while, you danced on your own, grinning carelessly to yourself as you twisted your hips, unbound yourself to the music and the alcohol that ran through your veins. It was a different kind of freedom, and though you’d once been wary of the watchful eyes, they no longer bothered you. You loved losing yourself in the rhythm, loved feeling transported to another realm.

The setlist for the evening included a few of your favorites, and you carried on until there was sweat on your forehead, a single bead trickling down your temple, one that you hastily wiped off. Breaths came to you more stiflingly, heaving inhales and exhales that paired with your thirst.

Finally, the tempo of the music slowed, just enough to snap you back into the present, and the energy zapped out of you as your mood darkened. The time of the evening had passed when you realized that it was no longer fun to dance alone.

You sighed, and with a frown, let your gaze trail across the room to find the cool brown eyes that you loved more than the music you spun in circles to. But Dazai was already in a conversation with someone else, tapping slender fingers against his glass full of amber liquid. He listened intently to a conversation between two men twice his age.

Beside him, Chuuya stood at the edge of the table like a loyal bloodhound, his arms crossed as he leaned back against the wall. You caught his eye instead and smiled to him, though not a single muscle in his face twitched. It seemed as though he was intent on keeping up the charade for the evening.

As much as you wanted to smile even more sweetly and taunt him mercilessly, you didn’t let yourself get too distracted. Instead, you refocused your sights on your other goal.

The stocky, tall man was right where Dazai said he’d be, sitting with a couple woman and a few empty glasses in front of him. He had a neatly trimmed, graying beard, sporting a watch that was, at least, a couple million yen.

You caught him watching you over the edge of the table, his smile slow as you bat your eyelashes at him, sauntering past him with a perfectly coy expression. Eyes lingered on the curves of your hips; the smooth skin of your legs revealed by the dress. The lust came in near waves off of him, thick and heavy as they reached you.

It made your job easier, the obvious attraction that they never tried to hide from you. You smiled to yourself, and felt a sense of satisfaction, despite his disgraceful leering.

The seats at the bar had been filled up when you returned, leaving no room for you and your new companion to retreat.

A younger regular, one with an overabundance of nerves and an awkward smile, spoke in hushed whispers to his friend, one that was dressed in a suit far too cheap to be in this club.

You tapped him on the shoulder, smiling at him in the way that had everyone bending over backwards for you. “Excuse me?”

He looked over, irritated for a fleeting second before realizing who it was that had approached him. Immediately, he was to his feet, stammering over a greeting while his friend gawked at him with incredulity.

“Sorry to bother you,” you said, softening your voice. “I was wondering if I could have those seats. I hate to—”

“No, no,” he said, practically shoving the other man away, pushing him out of the chair while he sputtered confused nonsense. “Take them! We’ll be out of your hair.”

You thanked them before placing yourself neatly back onto the stool you’d occupied before. It was far too easy.

The bartender sent you a knowing look, all too familiar with your games, before going back to mixing a drink.

Moments later, you felt the presence of another behind you, an overwhelming smell of tobacco and pine assaulting your senses. He was taller up close, taller than Dazai, at least, and older than you’d originally thought. Deep wrinkles weathered his skin, his eyes, and though there was still a hint of black in his dark hair, it was slowly being overtaken by the signs of a life that was twice as long as yours.

“Pretty dress.” That was the first thing he said to you, letting his eyes wander over your chest, lips curling into an ugly smirk. “It suits you nicely.”

You wouldn’t be won over so easily, so you merely smiled at him, nodding in thanks. Though, that had him coming on twice as strong, as if the simple eye contact that you’d made earlier had been a full invitation to fuck you. He took the seat next to you, signaling the bartender over.

“Let me buy you a drink,” he said, and though it was a kind proposition, it always made you laugh. You received a million free drinks from strangers here.

Still, you shrugged and let him, unsurprised that he knew what you’d been drinking earlier. It was a clear sign that he’d been watching you since before you even got up to dance.

“What’s your name?”

“Should I give it away that easily?” Your voice was silky in your response, unimpressed, but luring him in, nonetheless.

He laughed, and offered you his own instead, Tanaka, as if you didn’t already know it. You’d been planning on springing him into this trap since the moment he’d arrived that evening. It was a target and a plan that had been set in motion for days.

His grin was uncomfortable, but he thought so highly of the way his lips curled, seemingly luring you in.

In reality, you weren’t sure how any woman could stand to get down on her knees for that.

Half an hour passed as you talked with him, preening under his endless string of compliments, wishing that you could string him on for a little bit longer. You enjoyed the words well enough, just another thing to stroke your ego, but the minute he moved closer, you inched away, placing distance between you before he could touch you.

It was obvious it frustrated him, but one look at the flash in his irises had you knowing that he enjoyed the chase.

He droned on, careless conversation about hobbies you didn’t want to understand, and though you smiled, pretending to be interested, your focus drifted to the table where Dazai sat.

His conversation had shifted to Chuuya, the two other men from earlier gone. It seemed strained between them, sharp words spoken as they glared at one another, visibly at odds about something.

Despite the clear dispute, anger cleared away from their expressions within seconds, Chuuya straightening like a board beside his boss once again.

Dazai looked up; it was less than a second that your eyes met, but your knees had weakened, heart stuttering in your chest as it skipped a pulse.

A soft exhale left you, and you longed for Dazai, craved the feeling of his strong palm on your skin, the kiss of his lips on your neck. You had half a mind to say fuck the mission and walk right over to the table and plant yourself on his lap.

It would certainly cause a scene, especially when there were so many new customers there who knew about Dazai but didn’t know about you.

Still, you knew Dazai wouldn’t object. He’d merely smile into your hair and curl his hand around your hip, continuing on with his conversation like nothing was out of the ordinary.

You looked away. If you were to make it through the rest of the night, you couldn’t get distracted by the beautiful man just feet away from you. “Sorry,” you said, turning back to Tanaka. “What were you saying?”

His interest in conversation had already waned, and he faced Dazai, displeased by the uptick of fascination within your expression. “Found someone more interesting already?”

You laughed, shaking your head as you pressed your palms into your thighs. You may have longed for Dazai, been so desperate that you couldn’t spare him another glimpse, but you could still play this role well. There couldn’t be another slip, every move had to be precise.

“I’m just curious,” you said, puckering your lips in a pout. “He looks important.”

Tanaka took a sip of his drink as you spoke, nearly spitting it back out when your sentence concluded. His eyes were hard, narrowing at the sight of Dazai just meters away, surrounded by a security of sorts, “You don’t know him?” He coughed.

You frowned, tilting your head. “Should I?”

“That’s Dazai Osamu. He owns this place.”

There was room for a theatrical pause. You took that moment to pretend to think. “Oh, of course. What a silly question,” you said, humming, and set your chin down on your hand to glance back over at the table of Port Mafia personnel. “I hear he owns a lot of things.” You tilted your head, gauging the man with siren eyes. “Is that true?”

Tanaka huffed, but he didn’t deny it, looking down at his two-million-yen watch like it was nothing more than a trinket. “A pretty girl like you shouldn’t worry about him.” He seemed irritated, though he didn’t let it show, his voice the only indicator that you had upset him. “But I can tell you it sure gets hard to run a business in Yokohama when the Port Mafia owns half the city.”

You widened your eyes, leaning forward. “You’re telling me the Port Mafia owns this place?”

Tanaka laughed, loud and haughty, looking at you like you were just a poor idiot from the countryside, even if the dress you wore cost just as much as his entire suit put together. “Oh, hon, if only you knew.”

The condescending tone sent a screech through your entire body, momentarily halting any proper responses in your current act. But he was unfazed, already moving onto the next topic of conversation, telling you all about the business dealings that you’d known about from the long list of jobs within his file.

There was, truly, nothing about him that you hadn’t already dug up. It was boring you immensely, but you smiled on, nodding enthusiastically as he spun the most lackluster story you’d ever heard.

Dazai, across the room, stared at you as you conversed, clenching his jaw at the way the man eyed you, the gaze that scoured your body like you were nothing more than a piece of meat.

Oh, he would certainly enjoy tearing him apart later, even if he would be too easy of a case to break.

“When are we leaving?”

Chuuya’s voice snapped him out of his onlooking, and Dazai leaned back in the chair, shedding the tension in his shoulders to resume a comfortable position.

“Not until they’re both in the car and I can confirm with Tachihara and Gin that she’s safe,” Dazai said, crossing his arms over the table. He couldn’t forget that there were others around him, those who would never say a word to him, but knew who he was, knew what he stood for. Even here, he couldn’t let his guard down.

“Safe?” Chuuya laughed, though it was without any humor. His irises flashed dangerously, steely grey darkening into a deep silver. “You trust that idiot not to lay a hand on her? He’s undressing her with his eyes.”

Chuuya seemed intent on irritating him that evening, as usual.

“I don’t trust anyone who comes here.” Dazai scowled. “Don’t be a fool.”

A moment of silence lapsed between them, and Dazai became sickened by the way the man was eyeing you. Though you took it all in stride, leaning just far enough away so his knee didn’t graze yours, and his palm didn’t brush against your own, it still lit a fire deep within him.

It was all the better, he supposed, to feel such deep hatred for his enemies. It made it easier to tear them apart without any guilt.

“How long are you going to make her do this, huh?” Chuuya spoke up once more from beside him, his voice nothing more than a grumble as he whispered down to Dazai. “This charade you two are carrying on has lasted long enough. I mean, you’re whoring out your wife for fuck’s sake—”

Dazai reacted without a thought, despite not wanting to take his eyes off of you for even a second. He gritted his teeth and turned on Chuuya, his hand gripping the gun in his pocket, finger tight on the trigger. Enough of a warning for him to know how sincerely the simple comment irritated him.

“Don’t ever insinuate that I don’t love my wife, Chuuya, or it’ll be the last thing you ever say.” Dazai spat the words out carefully, just under his breath, holding Chuuya’s piercing gaze without blinking. “You may be a valuable asset to the Port Mafia, but I will not listen to your opinions on matters that don’t concern you.”

Chuuya stared, setting his jaw before turning away once more. The two of them looked back to where you were smiling, leading the other man out of the room, though still not touching, placing a respectable distance between you.

“I’m just surprised, Dazai.” Chuuya leaned back, crossing his arms as he titled his head, watching your figure fade into the shadows. “You love her so fiercely, and yet, you watch as this carries on time and time again. I don’t understand.”

Dazai stood from the booth, tucking the gun back into his waistbad, under his coat. He straightened his shoulders, inhaling deeply. “I think you’re underestimating her if you truly believe she doesn’t have a handle on the situation.” His hands slipped into his pockets as Chuuya followed, grumbling from just a few feet away. “Besides, I’ve never forced her into anything. It was her idea in the first place.”

“Why?”

Dazai sighed, though it was almost wistful, the mere thought of you enough to turn him into a lovesick fool. “Perhaps it is because there are many men that seem to think they can crawl into her bed so easily, and she enjoys their humiliation when they realize that they are so far beneath her.” Dazai shrugged, and smiled lightheartedly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Perhaps, she just wants to make everyone’s lives a little easier, including yours. You should thank her sometime.”

Tanaka sat beside you in the car, his hand lingering in the leather seat between his thigh and your own. Night had fallen deep across the city, the sky a navy through the haze of streetlights. Though it was nearing one o’clock in the morning, there were crowds of people out and about, lines at all of the much more affordable clubs in the area.

It hadn’t taken much to get him to come with you. You’d batted your eyelashes, smiled at him from under them, and told him you had a car waiting out back.

That was enough. When you’d pulled yourself down from the barstool, he’d followed after you, eyes blown wide as you’d begun leading him out of the room.

All it took was a dress that hugged your curves and a small grin, and he was in the car with a man that worked for you, heading to a building that your husband owned.

“Do you live far?” Tanaka asked, itching to put his hands on you, even though you’d convinced him to hold off until you got back to your room.

You placed your chin on the inside of your palm, glancing out the window at your own reflection. “Not too far.” You turned back to him, offering him a shy smile. “Why? Are you getting impatient?”

He grinned wolfishly. Your stomach churned anxiously at the sight of it, even when he was no match for you, nor all the other, powerful individuals that surrounded you. “I don’t think I need to answer that.”

Through the rearview mirror, Tachihara met your eyes, and they softened, just barely, silently showing his support from the front of the vehicle.

It was, in a way, a relief. You relaxed, regained a sense of composure, and let your ruby red lips spread over your teeth, cocking your head as Tanaka indulged himself in whatever fantasy was milling about in his mind. His eyes were cruel, though the darkness in them was nothing compared to what you were used to.

Idly, he made comments in your ear of all the things he wanted to do to you, his unpleasant breath tickling the skin there as you tried your best not to recoil. The smell of him was growing heavy in the car, overwhelming and nauseating. You sat even more stiffly, pressing Tanaka away with a palm to his chest as you giggled to yourself, pretending to enjoy his vulgar words.

Tachihara pulled the car around to the back of the building, letting the two of you out as he put it into park.

Any fool should’ve known where they were, what the dark building in the middle of the city stood for, but Tanaka was all too focused on you, intoxicated and inattentive. The mafia headquarters loomed overhead, dark, and unassuming, a triad of buildings stacked perfectly against one another.

“Thank you,” you said to Tachihara, winking at him as Tanaka turned his back, too disoriented to take in anything but the sight of you right before him.

The car drove away, then, and you were left to guide your guest into the building, towards the room that you had already planned to meet Dazai in. When you reached the elevator, Gin was waiting for you, dressed in female attire, this time, charading as a worker instead of the trained assassin that she truly was.

“Impressive building,” Tanaka said, as if not noticing all the obvious signs of the mafia base. “You must come from quite a wealthy family.”

You smiled at him over your shoulder, curious as to why he didn’t assume you’d come into the riches on your own. “I suppose you could say that.”

Gin opened the elevator, then began typing a message to her boss, alerting him of your arrival. Tachihara had taken the longest route back, giving Dazai just enough time to arrive home before you.

“Are you a renter?” he asked, staring as the numbers on the elevator increased, climbed higher while you went towards a floor that was only two below the penthouse.

“We own it.”

Tanaka turned towards you, eyes wide with surprise, perplexed even further by the alcohol running through his veins. “You didn’t say—”

Abruptly, he cut himself off. Whatever comment he was about to make was overshadowed by the fact that he’d met you at the Port Mafia’s night club. That was certainly no place for anyone that didn’t have a million yen to spare in their pockets.

Finally, the elevator dinged, and you relaxed at the sight of the familiar hall, the carpet that had recently been replaced, the paintings that you’d personally added, ones that had been purchased at an auction. There were traces of you everywhere, and though it belonged to many members of the mafia, it was, inherently, your home.

You grabbed Tanaka’s hand, realizing just how cold it was, wrinkled with calluses and dirtied nails. It took everything in you not to grimace as you pulled him towards the fourth door on the right, the one that had been used for every interrogation over the past two years.

It had become something of a holding cell for the mafia’s enemies, and most didn’t remain here long. You doubted that this man would be of any exception.

Tugging him along, you increased your speed, an invisible string guiding you right back to Dazai. He was your fiery beacon, and though you were still separated by walls, your heart thumped at being so near to him.

“Eager, are we?” Tanaka asked, and when he grinned in the lights, you realized how slimy it was, a hunger dripping off the edges of his yellowed teeth.

You smiled right back, but it was forceful, painful as it etched its way onto your cheeks. An itch started in the cracks of your palm, willing you to snatch it out of Tanaka’s hand and scrub it clean. Still, you held on, remembering that this was for the Port Mafia, this was for Dazai and everything you’d worked for over the years.Your determination increased tenfold. “It’s just around the corner.”

Finally, you reached the room where you knew Dazai would be waiting, and just like every other time you’d done this, every time you’d brought another willing victim into a den of wolves, you could finally relax.

You entered the room, not bothering to flip on any of the light switches. There was furniture, but it was dusty, bloody, and it would make it far too obvious that you were not leading Tanaka back to your bedroom. You didn’t want him turning tail too quickly, running when he discovered you had no intention of rolling around in the sheets with him.

He shut the door behind him with a quiet click, advancing on you like a hunter. It would’ve been threatening, intimidating perhaps, if you had not been able to sense Dazai on the other side of the wall. You knew that whatever control Tanaka thought he had on the situation had quickly evaporated, and it was only a false blanket of security that he’d wrapped himself up in.

“Can I get you anything? Maybe a drink?” you asked, stopping Tanaka with a flat palm to his chest, not allowing him to come any closer. “The alcohol in me is starting to wear off.”

He ignored your wishes entirely, upon you once more. One larger hand ripped yours from his chest, pulling you just another inch closer. “I’ve had enough tonight,” Tanaka said, teeth flashing in the dim starlight. “I’m dying to fuck you.”

You frowned, eyebrows wrinkling. “Well, I’d like a drink first.”

“I’m not in the mood.” He yanked on your hand again, and this time, you knew he’d kiss you, knew he’d plant the cracking pale lips of his own on yours. The thought of it made you ill.

Without thinking, you slung a fist across his face, a crunch sounding from his nose at the force of your hit. Blood trickled from one nostril, flowing in a fast stream over his lips, into his teeth.

He bent over, and you stood, straighter, staring over him as he cursed. The punch had been much more forceful than you’d intended.

“What the fuck.” He was angrier than before, and though his pain was immense, it did little to dissuade him. You kept your face hard, inching backwards as he stood tall, so much bigger than you’d remembered. It wouldn’t take much for him to lift you, throw you onto any surface he wanted.

You’d use your ability if you had to, kill the man if it was necessary, but that would mean the entire plan had gone to waste.

“You bitch—”

Without letting any fear cloud your face, you took a step back and bumped into something solid and warm. A cologne more familiar than Tanaka’s enveloped you in a safety net.

The older man made it one step further, aggressively, before every ounce of determination waned from his eyes. He staggered, tripping over himself and stared back at the man that had slowly come up behind you. The one that was brushing soft fingertips between your shoulder blades, his steady breath tickling the crown of your head.

Dazai smiled, in a way that was so menacing that your heart thumped twice in its chest before resuming its natural melody. Tanaka took a step back, scrambling away, nearly tripping over himself in the process, eyes dilated in fear.

“You,” he breathed. “Dazai—” Tanaka didn’t finish his sentence, too stunned as he stared between the two of you. “What’s going on?”

Dazai stepped forward, letting his hands fall away from you as he cornered the newest addition to his long list of enemies. Already, you missed the warmth of Dazai’s touch, the security that came with his proximity.

Tanaka cowered before him, suddenly so small, weak under the breadth of Dazai’s power. A sense of twisted satisfaction curled within you, lightning up every pore under your cold skin.

“I believe you owe my wife an apology,” Dazai said, and his tone was even, hard, not a hint of amusement laced within the words. Tanaka’s eyes darted to you, where you stood with your arms loose at your sides, eyes softer, every inch of you more delicate now that Dazai was in the room.

“Wife—” The word tumbled from his mouth before he could stop it, hesitant. “You said you didn’t know him. You asked me questions about him.”

You slid the ring back onto your finger, the one that you’d kept tucked away in the pocket of your bag. It glimmered in the beams of the moon, the diamond and rubies sparkling. “I can lie just as easily as a man can.” Crossing your arms, you sighed, and stared at Dazai’s taut back, the strained muscles in his shoulders as he stood over Tanaka. “You’re all so stupid sometimes. It only takes a simple question, and you never ask it. Anyone in that club could’ve told you who I am.”

He balked, considering his own ignorance, and followed your eyes back to Dazai, who had gone just a few steps behind you, to the small storage of top-shelf alcohol that you kept locked up in the room. “What is this about?” he asked, shaking his head to clear away his distress. “You’ve obviously brought me here for a reason. What is it?”

“I find it funny that you think you’re the one in control of the situation,” Dazai said, turning his back to fix himself a drink. He didn’t doubt that you would watch Tanaka for him with careful eyes. Even the smallest twitch of his eyebrows would be telling. “You don’t get to ask questions.”

“I haven’t done anything,” he said, and though his voice was hard, there was underlying panic. “I’ve stayed well out of the Mafia’s business, as promised—”

“Perhaps.” Dazai interrupted smoothly, coolly. “Our agreement wasn’t broken, per se. I just happen to think that working with outsiders is an act of much higher treason.”

Tanaka blinked, faltering. His jaw went slack, a mere second ticking before he replied. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t try to lie to me.” Dazai glanced over his shoulder, dark eyes narrowing. “I’m talking about Dostoevsky. The rats that are trying to take over my city.” He tsked, rolling the glass around on the counter, clinking it against the granite. Then, he popped a crystal bottle open, letting it fill a quarter of the glass. “Such a shame. You’ve built quite a name for yourself in Yokohama. Is this really worth losing all that?”

Tanaka stuck both hands in his pocket, shaking his head vigorously. His fingers flexed against his sides. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t know who that is, I’ve never crossed anyone by that name.”

Seeing an opportunity while Dazai’s back was turned, Tanaka began to pull out a pistol from his coat; one you had, stupidly, forgotten to check for. It seemed he doubted that you were a threat, and if he could just kill Dazai, you’d be an easy target.

You moved without thinking, making the single-step distance between you and Dazai. There was a gun relaxed at his waistband, and you stole it, knowing exactly where he kept it hidden. Before Tanaka could point his own at the head of your lover, you’d acted first, aiming Dazai’s gun, your jaw tense and back straight. “Put it down.”

Tanaka, caught off guard, locked his jaw, and his fingers twisted tighter around the handle of the gun, inching towards the trigger. For a moment, he contemplated, but even without knowing the thoughts in his mind, you could read his actions.

You wouldn’t give him the opportunity to do as he wanted. Instead, you fired your own gun, digging the bullet into his fingers, shattering them, blood spattering as Tanaka dropped the pistol to the floor in a ghoulish scream.

For a second more, he writhed in pain at your own hand, once again. You held your arm taut, before letting the gun drop to your side as Dazai hummed behind you. Tanaka had fallen to his knees, tears welling up, his vision glossy as he dropped the maimed hand to his thighs.

Dazai came up beside you, smiling at you, and brushed his fingers down your arm. Slowly, he took the gun, placing it back into his waistband, his touch electric on every centimeter of your skin. “You’ve handled it beautifully, my love.” Dazai squeezed your hand, tilting his head so dark hair cleared away from his eyes. “I can take it from here.”

You nodded, and though Dazai was, by no means, pushing you out of the room, he could see how exhausted you’d become by the whole ordeal. If you wanted to leave—and you did—he wouldn’t object.

“Will you be long?” you asked, just a whisper over Tanaka’s heavy breaths of pain.

Dazai laughed easily, his breath ghosting the bridge of your nose. “Akutagawa will be here soon.” A touch lingered on your hands for a minute longer before he pulled away completely. “Then, I’m yours for the rest of the night.”

It was already late, but you’d take whatever time you could get with Dazai, even if you were drained. You nodded, and he turned away, going back towards his enemy, pulling Tanaka up roughly by his collar. Dazai’s expression changed into a man you almost didn’t recognize, if it hadn’t been for the moments that you’d had to see him shift into the underworld’s fearsome demon.

You left the room, yawning, Dazai’s voice the last thing you heard before you shut the door silently.

“Now that you’ve learned your lesson, perhaps you’ll be more willing to tell me everything you know,” he said.

Despite Dazai promising to leave once Akutagawa arrived, he’d been gone for nearly two hours, with no indication that he’d be returning anytime soon.

You waited for him in the penthouse of the Port Mafia headquarters, the home you’d come to know well in the past few years. A glass of imported wine was beside you on the nightstand, resting between a book you’d been too tired to read before bed.

You sat up, unable to fall asleep, and chewed your lip thoughtfully. It seemed ridiculous, really, for you to already miss a man that you woke up next to and fell asleep beside every night.

Still, you couldn’t help the desperation in your chest, the need to see him, to brush the mask of the Port Mafia boss away so Osamu could take his place.

You finished the wine, then headed towards the door. The room felt cold and lonely, and if Dazai wasn’t going to return soon, you’d just find someone else to bother on the lower levels of the building.

Though, just as you were about to slip on a pair of shoes, the door unlocked, swung on its hinges, and Dazai stepped through the threshold, a vision of gore and violence and every ounce the man you adored.

“Osamu,” you said, and even when you’d said his name a thousand times before, it still left your lips like a prayer. A smile formed, and you dropped your shoes, eyes sparkling, as you regarded the mess that he was in.

Dazai took one look at you and relaxed, shoulders falling as you closed the distance between the two of you. “Sorry it took so long, sweetheart,” he said, craning his taller frame down to kiss you.

You gripped the lapels of his coat, holding on tight as you pressed into him, deepening the kiss. Dazai’s bloody fingers cupped your cheeks, smearing red along your jaw, ruining your clean skin. Though, as you exhaled a sigh deep into his mouth, you couldn’t have cared less.

“I thought you said Akutagawa was going to take care of it?” you asked as Dazai released you, offering you a small, almost defeated smile.

He walked past you, towards the bathroom, feet dragging as he shrugged off his dark coat. Under the crisp top, his muscles were stiff, strained from all the stress. He wiped another hand over his face, doing little to clean up the mess of red that remained on his cheeks.

You followed him, trailing a few feet behind, feeling silly for wanting to cling to him so tightly. Yet, you couldn’t get enough of him, and you watched as Dazai remained silent, pausing in front of the mirror to regard his own appearance. He made a face in the glass as he gazed back into his own expression, sticking his hands under the faucet. The water ran in a steady stream, staining the sink a rose color as he scrubbed the blood from his fingers, his nails. There were parts of his bandages that had been soiled, and he ripped them right off, exposing pale wrists that hadn’t seen the sun in ages.

You mimicked his action, washing your hands in the second sink before scrubbing the blood from your face, clearing away the smear of maroon that he’d put there. The water shut off, briefly, and Dazai regarded you, frowning as you rid the evidence of his crime from yourself.

“I sent Akutagawa home.” Dazai finally answered your previous question and sighed, frustration evident. He stretched his hands over his head, the bones popping in one fell swoop. “Tanaka cracked right open; he really didn’t know anything.” He blinked at himself in the mirror once more, tidied his hair, then scowled. “He’s just a low man on the totem pole, and he paid for it with his life.”

Dazai seemed at odds with himself, and he drummed his nails against the countertop before patting his hands dry. The blood had been cleaned from his skin, and even though his hair was still unkempt, it was the only evidence that any wrongdoing had happened at all. Nothing but a speck of blood remained on his collar, the rest garnishing his coat instead.

You shifted, leaning against the counter. “Did you get anything out of him?”

“Names, a location.” Dazai clenched his jaw, fists tight at his sides. “He wasn’t lying, but who knows if they’re real or not. He could’ve been given fake locations. I’ve asked Ango to check on it.”

Dazai, once again, left you standing, contemplative, in the bathroom. You could hear him shuffle around in the other room; he released a small sound of relief as he stretched out his sore muscles.

When he’d finished moving around, you returned to the other room, and he was settled in the red armchair, legs spread out in front of him. Dazai rested his head against the back cushion, his eyes closed in serenity, a deep exhale expelling the tightness in his body.

It was almost a sight too serene to spoil.

“Do you want some space?” you asked, and though you’d always respect his wishes, that was the last thing you wanted to give him. You wanted to consume him completely, to press yourself against every crevice of his being and swallow him whole.

Dazai opened his eyes and blinked at you. Instead of replying, he smiled, slowly, and gestured to his thighs, sparing a glance at his knees.

Your heart pounded, launching its way up your throat, and you scrambled over yourself to crawl into his lap, straddling his thighs, the muscle strong beneath you.

Gently, he smiled at you, and brushed your hair over your shoulder to rub your neck. You let your arms rest on his shoulders, and slowly, you removed the bandage from his eye, hating whenever he tried to hide any part of himself from you.

You waited for him to protest, but he relented, and let you kiss his forehead, the very darkest parts of himself on display for you alone. It was hard not to collapse under the weight of your love for him.

You discarded the bandages, tossing them onto the table as Dazai tapped a pattern in the crevices of your skin.

For a moment, neither of you said a word. You noted every feature of his that you loved so dearly, and Dazai just watched you study him, tried hard not to smile against your lips when you kissed him.

If only he could see how beautiful he was, surely, he would understand that he deserved a life so much better than the one he’d been dealt. That someone with a smile brighter than a dying star shouldn’t have it taken away by years of endless anguish.

Finally, Dazai spoke, whispering your name in a tone he never used on any word but that one. “You don’t have to do this anymore if you don’t want to.”

“Hm?” you asked, tilting your head, so distracted by the endless galaxy within his eyes.

Dazai huffed, placing a possessive hand on your hip. His thumb grazed the bone and you shivered, smiling at him in confusion.

“Sweetheart, I don’t ever want you to feel like you’re obligated to do something just because you’re my wife.” He looked past you, an uncertainty beneath his words that he was ashamed of. “If you don’t want to take on any more assignments—"

“I told you already, Osamu,” you began, brushing the hair at the back of his neck that was hidden beneath the collar. “I don’t mind.”

“I know, but—” Dazai hesitated, his gaze steady on the doors behind you, the ones that led to your bedroom. Somehow, he seemed to think all the answers would be there, a script written out for him to recite to you. “Chuuya brought it up to me earlier. He said that I’m…” Dazai swallowed the words, shaking his head. “Look, it doesn’t matter. I just want you to promise me that you know if you want to stop, you can stop. Even if you wanted to quit the Port Mafia altogether, I’m happy to give you whatever you need.”

You smiled, kissing the wrinkle between his eyebrows in the hope that it would ease the anxiety in his expression. The tension was such an unusual thing for anyone but you to see, as Dazai had such trouble revealing his vulnerabilities to the world.

“I promise.” You swept your thumb over his lip, watching as it bounced right back into place, so soft and lovely. “I just don’t want to quit.” You leaned back on his lap, so you were able to see the entirety of his face.

Dazai’s eyebrows drew together once more, putting that worry right back on his appearance, and a part of you hated that of all the things he had to be stressed about, it was something as silly as you not wanting to quit your job.

“Why?” Dazai asked, tilting his chin, searching the depths of your soul for an answer that would appease him. “I don’t understand. You hate them; you tell me you hate them every time they try and lay a finger on you.”

He wasn’t wrong, certainly not about something like that. You loathed that men looked at you like you were something that they could just steal away, like they were entitled to the subtle way that they brushed your hip in passing, caressed your back when they walked behind you.

You just didn’t hate everything about the work you’d been doing. After all, it was your idea.

“I just don’t want to,” you said, looking over his shoulder to the open curtains, the bright expanse of Yokohama laid out before you. Twinkling star lights from skyscrapers and the port in the distance. “It doesn’t matter.”

It was your home, your city, and it always would be. You wouldn’t let Dazai die, wouldn’t let anyone take him from you—including himself. You’d continue to do whatever it took to protect that. Whether or not you used your appearance to achieve those ends didn’t matter. When it was all said and done, Dazai’s enemies would be dead, and you’d still have him to come home to.

“It matters to me.”

You shook your head, chewing on your lip thoughtfully. There were a million different ways you could’ve explained it, but none that were intelligent. “It’s embarrassing, ‘samu.”

Dazai laughed, a genuine noise, and kissed your shoulder as you sighed, relaxing into him once more. “I can’t think of anything about you that could possibly be embarrassing.”

You held his gaze, wishing for him to relent, to just give up and let you have this one. Instead, he just smiled back patiently, hoping you’d reveal another part of yourself to him as he slowly traced your hard collarbone.

Those pools behind his eyes were too distracting, the thumb on your neck dangerously close to your throbbing pulse. You swallowed, letting him feel every movement as your throat bobbed up and down.

“I guess,” you said shyly, “I like it. I like leading on your enemies, letting them think that they could possibly have a chance with someone like me. I like the look on their faces when they realize they’ve been made a fool of, that the girl who they wanted so badly belongs so completely to the boss of the Port Mafia.”

Dazai studied you for a moment as you shrugged the revelation off, his deep brown eyes darting over every crevice of your face. “You want to make them jealous of me?”

“Maybe.” Your cheeks heated, and though you’d been together for years, loved him for even longer, you still shied under the weight of your own desire for him. “I don’t know. Maybe I just want them all to know that I’m as much the boss of the Port Mafia as you.” You wound your arms around his neck, anchoring yourself to him, the only person you’d ever need in the dangerous world. “They’re blind to their desire, and they refuse to see that I have complete control over them.” You smiled, lazily, fondly. “Don’t they know that this is my city, too?”

Dazai’s strength made an appearance then, and he gripped your cheeks, holding you with a spiraled mix of possession and affection. “It is,” he whispered, ghosting his lips across your own, “and I’d burn it all down before I let anyone take it from you.”

Your heart stuttered in your chest at his deepened tone, the seriousness that drew on his normally playful inflection. You grew hot, and a twist of desire started deep within you, spreading down easily, slowly turning your thoughts into a muddled mess.

“I know,” you said, trying to keep your words steady as Dazai drew lazy circles up and down your sides. “Everyone knows.” You met his eyes, soft, yet dark, clouded with a longing you weren’t unfamiliar to. “The woman who brought them to their knees is still nothing more than a simple fool for Osamu Dazai.” You inhaled drawing your fingers to his open collar, the crisp bandages around his chest. “What could they ever do to deserve that kind of devotion?”

Dazai waited, watched your smaller hand run across his neck, his smirk slowly growing on his lips. “I’m a lucky man, indeed,” he said, drawing the words out slow and lazily. He tipped your chin down to him, his smile displaying the almost sharpened points of his canines. Slender fingers caressed your hipbone, pressing you farther down onto his thigh.

You let out a small sound, not taking your eyes off of his as his expression grew wily, and the slip you wore slowly began to rise up your thighs, exposing the softer skin of your leg.

“I admit, I can’t stand that everyone in this city wants you so fucking bad.” Dazai sunk his lips to your neck, kissing the space between your shoulder and jaw. “But I can’t blame them. My beautiful angel.” He smiled under your jaw, gripping your hips harder, forcing you to drag against his thigh. A puff of air left your throat as Dazai grinned, spiking your arousal. “It’s for the best, isn’t it? I’ve ruined you for anyone else.”

Your eyes flashed; Dazai bounched his leg, just once, his eyes shining, every move calculated. He’d always known exactly how to touch you, and he’d never forget, never stop enjoying the way you jerked so easily under his palm, the way you were already trying to rub yourself against him.

“Osamu,” you began, desperate for just a moment of friction, to feel his rigid muscle drag against your cunt. You wanted him so badly that your heart stumbled over itself, all the love you held, locked up there and looking for a way out.

He made a sound of disapproval, holding you still with a tight grip on your hips. His fingers dug into the bone, but it did little to ease your aching need for him.

“See?” Dazai’s kisses were light as he whispered against the shell of your ear, the sound nothing more than a breath of air. “I barely have to touch you and you’re a whimpering mess.”

You swallowed, tugging at the hair at the base of his scalp, trying to remain steady, if only for him to give you what you wanted.

Dazai seemed to be in a generous mood, worn from the previous mission, and he was grinning lazily, two fingers slipping under your dress.

His grip loosened, and you shifted, letting him pull on the strap of your panties, drag them down your thighs, over your knees, to discard beside the chair. Already, there was evidence of your desire, a spot of wetness obvious against the red satin.

He let the garment hang between his fingers before he looked back at you, watching as it softly fell to the floor. “If only they knew how easy it was to get you wet,” he said, shrewdly, “they’d want you twice as much as they did before.”

You let out a soft whimper, trying to direct his beautiful hands back between your thighs. Though, Dazai kept his fingers away, and in an act of desperation, you pressed your forehead to his, conveying every ounce of your affection for him.

“Osamu,” you breathed, blinking into his warm irises, a shade of brown that had easily become your favorite. “I’m so crazy about you.” You kissed his cheeks, smearing your lip gloss all over the skin he’d just wiped clean. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you all night. Everyone in Yokohama watches me, but I ache for you.”

His eyes flashed, pleased, and he relented, nudging his thumb to the inner most part of your thigh. The smile was still mocking, but he gave you at least some relief; Dazai let you sink back down on his thigh, the pressure just enough to have you clawing your nails into his chest.

He kissed your nose, but kept you where you were, perched on the middle of his leg and much too far from his cock. “What would you ever do if I wasn’t here to take care of you, hm, darling?"

You softened; even if his gaze was taunting, there was utter devotion between his dilated pupils.

All those men who fell for your act may have been complete fools, but Dazai was even worse off than them: he was a fool in love.

“It’s so hard not to crawl into your arms every time you’re around,” you admitted, grabbing the buckle of his belt to undo it with a clank. The mere sound, the feel of the leather between your fingers, nearly had you salivating. “I’m stronger than a lot of men in Yokohama.” Your features contorted then, eyes vulnerable as you looked up at him through delicate lashes, no longer a vision of authority, but of someone who desperately wanted to be taken care of. “Not you, though.”

Dazai’s grip on you relaxed, and something in his eyes shifted, lips parting as an exhale left them. He said nothing as you removed the belt, and instead, let himself sink deeper into the cushion, bearing your weight.

Hastily, you pulled down the zipper of his slacks. The weight of his heavy cock in your hands was so familiar. You stroked him gently, watching for any reaction, and while his face remained steady, you could sense the change in his heartbeat.

“I don’t need you to be strong around me,” Dazai said. His voice had deepened, your name leaving his lips, raspy by the end of his sentence. “You can fall apart if you want to, my love.” His erection grew slowly in your palm, and he brought you closer, your bare, soaked cunt dragging against his thigh. “I’ll always be here to put you back together.”

You smiled, flushing as he hardened, his breath growing uneven. When you had him leaking within your palm, you shifted forward on your knees, grinning at his reddened cheeks. Dazai’s eyes drifted towards your chest, just inches from his face.

Uncertain, you hesitated, even though you wanted him, needed him with every fiber of your being. It was an unfamiliar position. He could take control of the situation at any moment, but you weren’t usually the one looming over him.

“Osamu—”

“What?” he released with a sigh, and in one swift motion, lifted your hips so he was positioned at your entrance. “You walk around my nightclub in those dresses I buy you, force those pretty tits into other men’s faces, but now you’re too shy to fuck your husband?”

You made a face, knowing he was just trying to get a rise out of you, and if only to prove a point, you sunk down on him, your folds slick. Dazai slid into you easily, a sinful noise breaking the silence between you as he grinned. “I’ll f-fuck you,” you stuttered, swallowing under the heat of his watchful eyes. “It’s just…” Your words failed again as his cock went deeper in you, your focus entirely on your own pleasure.

“Just what?” He stopped you for a moment, planting you on his thighs, his cock still straining, filling you. Glaring, vibrating with need, you opened your eyes, lips parting as he whispered against your mouth “Finish your sentence, sweetheart.”

“It’s not my fault, Osamu,” you said, on the edge of a whine, squirming within his hold. “I can’t help that they stare.”

He laughed, then, and it was just a brush against your swollen mouth, the one he kept coming back to. “They can stare all they want,” Dazai said, tilting your chin up. “As long as they know who you belong to.”

Finally, he let you go, his hands tracing the edges of your knees, and you started a slow, steady pace, gasping as you held onto his neck tightly. He bowed his head into your collarbone, and kissed you once, before leaning back lazily, watching you take and take and take.

“Doing so good, angel,” he said, watching you with such a passion that it was distracting, as he let his palms rest simply on your thighs. “You always look so pretty stuffed full of my cock, don’t you?”

“Feels so good,” you muttered.

“I know.” Dazai seemed too devilish with his dark hair fanned out against the red chair, grinning in a way that twisted up your insides, sweat beading down your forehead as you tried to reach your orgasm.

You were hot with his piercing gaze upon you, but he didn’t bother to move his hands, did nothing to even pretend like he was fazed. You sunk down faster, heart racing, as the muscles of your hips strained, burned. Already, you were growing tired, sleepy from a full evening, but still so desperate to come around him.

You leaned forward, trying to angle your body, gain some relief from the position. Though it did little, and instead you were left sighing in frustration, wishing that he would do anything, instead of just look at you with a lust blown smile.

With every moment, the pain began to grow, the ache in your legs far too much to give way to pleasure. You started back at Dazai, frustrated, eyes glossy with need.

Dazai laughed at you then; it wasn’t quite mocking, but it wasn’t kind either. “Don’t tell me you’re already tired.”

Frustrated and impatient as you dripped down your own thighs, you grabbed his throat, thrusting his head into the back of the chair.

Dazai, eyes wide with surprise, stopped smiling as you curled your hand around his neck, his fingers digging into your thighs.

“Are you just going to sit there, Osamu?” you said, your words high-pitched and desperate. “Or are you going to—”

The end of your sentence was cut off by him gripping the back of your hair, smashing your lips into his own. The hand on his neck fell away, drifting to the lapels of his bloodstained collar, as he brought you down hard on his cock, hitting a place deep inside you that you hadn’t been able to reach with your own strength.

Dazai’s fingertips left bruises on your skin as he devoured the inside of your mouth, bringing you down over and over, stretching your walls with each movement.

“So pretty and desperate for me,” Dazai laughed, but he was breathless, his own tenacity crumbling from adoration. “Can’t do anything by yourself, can you, baby?” His kisses were sloppy as he dragged them across your neck, tongue grazing the sharp vein under your ear.

“No, but you said—” you were losing your breath and your words. “You said you’d take care of me. I don’t want to cum all on my own, ‘samu.”

Dazai groaned, his gaze drifting down to the space between your bodies, where you were sucking him back in, your own body aligned with your heart, never wanting to let him go.

“Fuck,” he said, slamming you back down on his thighs, his eyes hazy with love. “Of course I’ll take care of you.” One hand guided your hips as the other curled around your jaw, setting the pace with half his strength. “You’re my whole world.” His words stuttered, aching cock twitching inside you. “I’m nothing without you, understand?”

You nodded, but you weren’t quite thinking straight, the words a jumbled mess when they entered your mind. “I love you,” you said, gasping the end of his name. “I love you, Osamu, need more.”

Dazai breathed, just as heavily, softening as he regarded you. He’d always loved the look on your face as you came apart. “You take it so well,” he said eyelids fluttering over hazy eyes, and he kissed your forehead. You dragged your hands all over his chest, just wanting to touch any part of him. “Wish you could see yourself. You’re so beautiful.”

You groaned, pulling him closer, until there was nowhere left to go, surrounded completely by Dazai; the smell of him, the taste of him. “Say it back,” you muttered, “say you love me too.”

He choked on a laugh, and the lewd sounds of your wet arousal were loud as he came in and out of you. “I love you, angel, you know how much I love you.” Dazai kissed you, then, and your heart sped at how hoarse his voice had become, how easily it was for you to make the most powerful man in Yokohama fall apart at the seams. “You’ve got a pretty ring to prove it, don’t you? I don’t want anyone but you. I never will.”

“Come inside me.” Your eyes squeezed shut as his cock reached impossibly deep within you, stretching you, your legs shaking as you tried to ignore the dull ache within your tense muscles. Tears sprang to your eyes, coating your lashes; it was almost devastating how much you loved him. “Please. Feel so full, ‘samu.”

“Yeah?” He reached between you to play with your clit, and you were so close, crying out a broken moan as he touched you. “Need to remind everyone that you’re my girl, hm?” He knew just how you liked to be touched, how easy it was to get you to come when he fucked you like you needed. “Want me to put a baby in you next, sweetheart? Shit.” He curled his fingers, bruising your mouth as he stole the oxygen from your chest. “Everyone would know then, wouldn’t they? How could they doubt you’re mine when you’re carrying my child.”

You cried out, then, breaking, spasming around his cock as you fell onto his chest. Dazai said your name, kissed the top of your head, but you were too full of love for him. You breathed heavily as he brought you down once more, twitching against him from the ache in your sensitive cunt.

A moment later, Dazai jerked, then came inside you, spilling his warm cum against your folds, the white ropes dripping down your thighs, staining his dark, wrinkled slacks. Slowly, he pulled out of you, letting you rest on his chest as you breathed, your legs sore. A gentle touch ran up and down your spine as Dazai wrapped his arms tight around you, his cheek resting against the top of your head.

“God, you’re perfect,” Dazai said, and his voice sounded almost broken, devastatingly emotional. “You can’t ever leave me, okay, angel? I need you right here by my side.” Lips grazed your temple, so sweetly, gently. “What’s the point of all this if I can’t share it with you?”

You smiled, resting your head in the crook of his neck, eyes full of tears as you kissed him. “I’m not going anywhere, Osamu. I promise.”

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