#dazai.bsd

[kaeyx]

how do you think bsd men would react if they praised reader in bed but they started sobbing bc of daddy issues

Characters: Dazai, Chuuya, Fyodor, Nikolai

Warnings: smut, gn reader (no agab mentioned), dacryphilia

Notes: I'm actually not sure why daddy issues would trigger in this instance unless you're fucking Fukuzawa bc none of the bsd men have dad energy, so I'll assume it's like you get overwhelmed with the way they treat you? Getting praised and you're not used to it so you cry? Do elaborate if I fucked up.

It goes without saying that Dazai likes it when you cry. You look so pretty and vulnerable, eyes glittering and chest heaving as he folds you in two, cock nestled nice and deep. If he's not actively trying to make you cry though he'll pause and ask what's wrong, brushing your tears away. Once he's made sure that he's not doing anything wrong though? Business as usual. He'll keep praising you if that's what you want and you can cry your little heart out.

Chuuya is another one that stops immediately. But with him it's more likely that you'd be crying even before your clothes came off, because he's just so sweet and thorough with foreplay. Bringing you into his lap, cupping your face while he kisses you, needy and messy but not rushing it. He'll have his fill of your mouth before moving on to the rest of you, calling you gorgeous, tracing your body over your clothes and telling you how he needs you so much, how he loves you. No wonder you'd start crying a little. He'd freeze, shushing you, telling you he'll stop if you like, apologizing for being too intense or going too fast, reassuring you that you can back out whenever you like. When you explain it's good tears he'd be so relieved. From then on it's his goal to make you feel so good you cry, every single time.

Straight up, you're not going to cry because he's praising you. Any approval you get from him is condescending, always accompanied by some degrading pet name like "thing", "puppet", "pet", "animal", maybe "whore". There's no doubt in your mind that you're a toy to him, something to abuse out of idle curiosity. He wants to know just how far he can push you before you break. If you cry? Well, that just means it's working. Maybe it'll earn you a slap if your sobbing distracts him, or he'll just laugh and mock you. What, can't even take this? Crying already? Poor, sweet little mouse. You're lucky you're so pretty when you cry.

Nikolai is another one that likes tears (and no you cannot sense a theme with me) so if you're crying it's just going to be a compliment for him. Whenever he praises you he's not as eloquent as some of the others, but he means it. Calling you so fucking pretty, so warm and tight and good, taking him even when it hurts and letting him stuff you nice and full. He loves the blissed out look on your face when you cum, or when you stop struggling and relax and he can sink in deep. Tears just mean you're a little too full, and that's just how he likes you! If you explain why it is, he won't even mind. You like his voice? Like it when he calls you his? Good, he likes it too.

#nikolai.bsd #chuuya.bsd #dazai.bsd #fyodor.bsd #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #asks.answered #chuuya smut #dazai smut #chuuya x y/n #dazai x y/n #fyodor smut #fyodor x reader #nikolai smut #nikolai x reader #nikolai x y/n

[sigmoon]

Stepdad!Fyodor . . . [final part]

Desperate times call for desperate measures. As much as you want to, Fyodor doesn't feel the same way about your relationship as you, and nothing you do seems to change that, not even a joint visit to his best friend. As if things couldn't get any worse, you start to get into serious trouble at college. Eventually, you find out what's keeping Fyodor from being yours alone, but in both cases, you have to resort to drastic solutions.

[pt. 1] [pt. 2]

cw: dark content; stepcest, smut, threesome, double penetration, spitroast, creampies, cheating, power imbalances, implied underage, Nikolai is a creep, teacher/student affair, blackmail, manipulation.

Pairings: Fyodor Dostoyevsky x fem.reader x Nikolai Gogol + Osamu Dazai x fem.reader (separately)

wc: 6.8k

Author's note: I had so much fun creating and writing this series over the last few months! I can't believe I've finished it :< A big thank you to all my readers, everyone who contributed to this work, and all the nice anons and my lovely moots <3

⟢ "I’m so mature, I got me a therapist to tell me there’s other men I don’t want / If I can’t have you, no one will." - SZA / Kill Bill ⟢ "I remember thinkin’ I had you / And I can see us twisted in bedsheets / August slipped away, like a bottle of wine / ‘Cause you were never mine." - Taylor Swift / august

With each passing day, your gleeful anticipation to sleep with Fyodor and his friend only grew. Partly because the idea seemed more and more fun to you, doing something completely different from your previous sexual activities, but mostly because your opportunities to sleep with Fyodor had drastically decreased since the dinner that had almost put your little affair at stake.

And although your mother’s suspicions had turned out to be wrong, Fyodor had deemed it necessary to be extra cautious from now on, to which you had agreed, until it eventually clicked that this meant having notably less sex with him. 

Not only did it rarely occur anymore, thanks to Fyodor trying his best to fulfill his duties as a loving, faithful husband, and spending a lot more time fucking his wife, rather than his stepdaughter, but the few times you did get to sleep with him, lacked the passion that had been characteristic the first few times. Each time was a quickie, hurried and devoid of foreplay and aftercare, both essential parts of your lovemaking in its earlier stages.

While your mother was on cloud nine, with an attentive husband like Fyodor, and received all the attention that you felt was your birthright, you were forced to witness their ecstasy, betrayed by the sounds of bed springs creaking, their heavy breathing and suspicious thumping seeping through the walls at night. 

Each time you lay in bed with a pillow over your head at night, trying to block out the noises that you ought to make, not her, you grew more and more frustrated, feeling so deprived of your nightly fun, that you thanked the gods when the day finally came– the day Fyodor was going to visit his best friend, and taking you with him to introduce you to a new sexual experience, promising that it would be fun.

But in your opinion, Fyodor could’ve fucked you behind a dumpster in a filthy alleyway and you would’ve been content, as long as he was yours alone, not your mother’s.

Of course, Fyodor had come up with a very fitting lie about how you two were going to spend the day and not be back before evening in advance.

Now that you’d passed your finals (in all honesty, the lack of sex with Fyodor had had a positive effect on your performance at school, at least you’d managed to study well enough to eventually graduate high school, despite your inner turmoil), it was time to find a college to visit soon. 

Being the responsible father that your mother knew him as, Fyodor had offered to spend the day visiting several local schools in one go, to help you decide on one. 

Your mother didn’t have to know that Fyodor had already helped you apply for a school that was good in his eyes and also enabled you to keep living at home weeks ago and that your destination for the day wasn’t different campuses, but his best friend’s apartment, or, to be precise, said friend’s king sized bed with sheets that felt so expensive it was obvious that he had a generous income that he didn’t have to spend on kids of his own.

You’d long forgotten about your mother’s dreamy smile that she'd flashed Fyodor when he had proposed his selfless idea to help you to her, or how she’d wished you fun and good luck when you had left the house earlier.

Now that you were on all fours on the luxurious satin sheets, your clothes long discarded on the bedroom floor, your mind was on nothing but the men in front and behind you, stuffing you with their cocks. 

Nikolai had been giddy and eager to fuck you first, and, after waiting for your approval, Fyodor had allowed it, willing to patiently await his turn. In the meantime, he was enjoying the blowjob you gave him, sprawled out before you with his thighs spread wide.

“God, you're so cute. You feel so fucking good, baby,” groaned Nikolai, his hands, larger and rougher than Fyodor’s, kneading your ass as he buried his cock inside your cunt. “Can’t believe your daddy here waited until you were eighteen to fuck you.”

Fyodor, whose hands gently rested on the back of your head, as you slowly bobbed it up and down his length, hummed in response. “I believe taking advantage of a minor’s curiosity to fulfill one’s desires is wrong. But some people obviously have a different opinion on this.”

“Killjoy,” Nikolai scoffed. He grabbed the soft, supple flesh of your ass harder and gave you a little smack. “Let me tell you, sweetie, I wouldn’t have made you wait. Age is just a number, ain’t it?”

You could only whimper in response. You didn’t quite know what to say, as Nikolai’s words carried something creepy, yet he was much hotter than how you’d remembered him, and his groping, combined with the way your stepfather caressed you as your lips were wrapped around his cock, nearly drove you insane.

“Be gentle with her, Kolya,” Fyodor reprimanded his friend. “She’s not like one of your immature little playthings that you can toss around as you please.”

But before you had the chance to overthink Fyodor’s words, Nikolai firmly held on to your hips and pulled you back against him, making you yelp as you felt the tip of his cock nudge against your cervix. You moaned around Fyodor’s cock, and it almost slipped out of your mouth.

Nikolai enjoyed your reaction greatly, and he cackled before thrusting again, even harder this time.

„She’s not as fragile as you think, Fedya. See, she likes being fucked hard.“

Not quite convinced, Fyodor tilted your chin upwards, searching for signs of discomfort on your face. “Are you alright, sweetheart? We can stop anytime if you want to.”

His attentiveness was truly touching, and despite the man behind you moving in and out of you at a relentless pace, you smiled and kissed Fyodor’s palm. “I’m okay, don’t worry.”

“If you say so…but your word is our command, little one,” Fyodor said and leaned back against the headboard of the bed once more, allowing you to pick up where you’d left off and pay attention to his cock. 

“So if Kolya does something you don’t like, tell him. He needs to be put in his place now and then…”

“That won’t be necessary,” replied Nikolai and he reached forward to grab your tits, groping them while he kept fucking into you. “Nobody has ever complained about my performance in bed before.”

It was hard to focus on the task at hand, pleasuring Fyodor, when his friend’s cock, bigger and girthier than his, dragged along your wet walls the way it did, pulling one string of incoherent moans after another from you. 

When Nikolai sped up his movements, and shoved your body forward, almost making you choke on Fyodor’s cock as it slipped deep into your throat, you gave up. You gagged and recoiled, coughing.

“Hold on…”

“Aww, two dicks too much for you to handle, little girl?” Nikolai chuckled. 

“I need a little break,” you told Fyodor with an apologetic look.

“Take your time,” Fyodor whispered and wiped the saliva that dripped down your chin away with his thumb, but you could see from the deep red color of his cock’s tip, and the way it twitched, that he’d been close to cumming, hadn’t you stopped all of the sudden. 

“You’re giving your poor daddy blue balls!” Nikolai laughed, as he once again picked up the pace, grabbing your hips tightly and rutting into you. His pace was relentless and his strength and stamina greater than Fyodor’s, you had to admit that. 

“Don’t you worry about me,” Fyodor said. He brushed your hair, that stuck to your sweaty forehead, out of your face and smiled gently. “We’ve got the whole day, and you ought to enjoy yourself. This isn’t about my pleasure–”

“Right, my bad,” Nikolai sneered and reached down to rub your clit in quick circles while he pulled out of you halfway, only to slam his cock right back into your pussy. “I forgot your balls belong to your wifey now. Snip snap, you left them at the altar.” He cackled at his joke and pinched your clit between his thumb and index finger, making you whimper.

Fyodor’s smile faded, and he glared at his friend. 

“Shut up, Kolya,” he scowled. “Don't speak so ill of my wife.”

“Ohoo, kitty’s got claws now?”

“She had every reason to not want you to visit anymore. And even if she didn’t, do you seriously think I would’ve let you…do what you had in mind?”

“You're just as sick and depraved as I am, my friend. After all, you're fucking your own daughter...” Nikolai grinned, his smirk a sinister one.

You were slowly getting fed up with their bickering. Too fucked out to properly follow their conversation, you were left lying between them being used like a soulless toy, with neither of the men paying attention to you and your pleasure, like they had in the beginning. What annoyed you the most was Fyodor defending your mother’s honor, as if she had to be mentioned and praised by him in a situation like this.

You sat up to pull away from Nikolai and instead grabbed Fyodor’s shoulders, slamming your lips against his, messily making out with him. 

“Shut up already and fuck me, will you?” you growled at him. Your stepfather swallowed thickly, looking genuinely taken aback. Your own crude words made you blush, but whatever it took to get Fyodor’s attention, you were willing to do. 

“Hey, what about me?” Nikolai sulked since you made him the third wheel. He looked adorable, hard, needy cock bobbing against his abs as he sat there, forced to watch you make out with Fyodor.

“Watch us,” you grinned and straddled Fyodor, who was still on his back. When you sank down on his hard cock, slowly, drawing a guttural moan from both of you, you kept eye contact with Nikolai. “Touch yourself…”

Nikolai’s eyes were wide like saucers, and he stared at where yours and Fyodor’s bodies were connected. Just like you’d ordered him to, he wrapped his hand around his cock and rubbed it slowly. 

From the corner of your eye, you could see that the size wasn’t the only difference between their genitals. While Fyodor was circumcised, and his dick was the first real one you’d ever seen, it fascinated you to watch how Nikolai’s foreskin was continuously pulled back and forth as he pleasured himself. A truly educational experience.

The sight beneath you was beyond beautiful. As you looked down, you cupped Fyodor’s face; lids fluttered shut, a thin layer of sweat on his pale skin, lips parted as whines and muttered curses spilled from them. 

“I love you…Fedya, I love you,” you said, and buried your face in the crook of his neck, whimpering each time his cock kissed your cervix.

“I love you…too, honey,” he whispered, and you believed him, believing that he meant it in the same way that you did. One of his hands held your waist, the other stroking up and down your back. “My beautiful girl…”

The gentle pace, the whole sensual moment just between you and Fyodor, only lasted for a few minutes and was interrupted when Nikolai started to get bored of jerking off to the scene before him and sat up on his knees and scooted closer. You felt him grab your ass from behind, kneading the soft fat and watching how a creamy white ring of your arousal formed at the base of Fyodor's cock.

“Ever been fucked in the ass, sweetie?” he asked, and before you could answer, you felt his thumb flick over your asshole.

You gasped, as the sensation was strange, unknown, but surprisingly pleasant.

“N-No…ah, but…that feels good…”

Nikolai smirked and leaned down to drag his tongue over your hole, wetting it with spit. He spread the makeshift lube with his thumb, and carefully applied a bit of pressure, until the finger slipped inside, making you mewl.

“I’m not surprised. Your daddy isn’t into anal, although I've been trying to tell him what he’s missing out on for nearly twenty years.”

“Why would I…when there’s another entrance for that?” Fyodor said through grit teeth and slowed down the pace of his thrusts a bit. 

“So narrow-minded,” Nikolai shook his head and slipped another finger inside your ass. You moaned at the stretch, as well as at how Fyodor kissed your neck and collarbones.

“Are you sure you want both of us at once?” he whispered, gently stroking your hair. 

“Yes, I wanna try.”

“Yay!” exclaimed Nikolai, and pulled his fingers out of you, spat into his hand and smeared his saliva all over his cock. “Today’s my lucky day!” 

The stretch of Fyodor’s cock was already enough to make you see stars. But when Nikolai carefully pushed the tip of his dick inside your asshole, your mouth fell agape and you gasped. 

You’d never felt so full before, and Nikolai didn’t give you much time for adjustment, as he bottomed out in one single, slow thrust.

“Shit…ah, so fucking tight!”

You rested your head on Fyodor’s chest while taking deep breaths, still getting used to the foreign stretch in your ass. The sound of Fyodor’s heart pumping blood, like a song that was made just for you to hear, and the feeling of his chest heaving with each breath he took felt like a peaceful wave carrying you. 

“Mine,” you whispered breathily, but Fyodor didn’t even hear it, because at the same moment, he groaned and threw his head back into the pillows, as he felt Nikolai’s cock through the membrane that separated your ass from your pussy, when the latter entered you.

You groaned too, feeling the two men moving inside you at once, and your mind went foggy again as they continued using your holes to get themselves off.

“Are you already close, Fedya?” Nikolai groaned, not missing how Fyodor bit his lip in an attempt to last a bit longer. The way you felt so much tighter now, and the pornographic act of fucking you together with another man made it hard for your stepfather to keep his orgasm from crashing down over him.

“Mhmm…” he replied with a grunt. “Ah, fuck!”

Nikolai had reached down, grabbing a firm hold of his friend’s balls, earning a loud whine from him.

“I wanna watch you cum, your orgasm face is priceless,” he panted and squeezed Fyodor’s balls. Nikolai's cock was buried deep in your ass, though it only lingered there before he pulled out halfway and thrust back into you.

It felt amazing, overwhelming but so good. You made a mental note to beg Fyodor to do that to you too sometime, once this was over.

And oh, how right Nikolai was. When you slept with him, you were often too dizzy to properly witness Fyodor’s face when he came, but when you did manage to catch a glimpse of it, while sucking or jerking him off, for example, it was like a work of art, meant to be exhibited in a gallery for the world to see. And yet, it was all yours, and it was especially pretty to look at how his features contorted in pleasure and he let himself go completely, and knowing it was the result of your work.

Unable to voice his approaching release, Fyodor pulled you tighter into his embrace and dug his teeth into your shoulder. You cried out as well, both from the pain and the feeling of his cock twitching inside of you and painting your walls milky white.

“Feels good, dollface?” Nikolai asked you, grabbing your face to make you look at him. “You like being stuffed with your Daddy’s cum, huh?”

“Yes, yes! I love it!” you whimpered, lips swollen and red from biting them. Nikolai had adjusted his position and was fucking your ass at a new angle now, allowing him to drill his cock deeper inside you than before. His pubes tickled the soft skin of your ass, as he buried himself inside you to the hilt, waiting a few seconds, and pulling out entirely with an obscene sound.

“Don’t stop, please,” you pleaded, your focus fully shifted away from Fyodor, who was still recovering from the aftershocks of his high, eyes closed and chest heaving with shallow breaths.

“Little fucking slut…”

Your hole was gaping, clenching around nothing, and Nikolai inspected it with delight. 

“Want my cum in your ass, hm? Is one load not enough for you?”

Nodding frantically, you wiggled your ass, hoping that he would put an end to your agony and finally grant you your own orgasm. 

“Yes, please…please..”

He grabbed your hip with one hand, and stroked his dick with the other, tapping it against your hole. He was so close he ached already, and even if you wouldn’t have begged him, the chance was low that Nikolai would have managed to resist finishing inside you. 

He pushed in a last time, leaning into you with his full body weight, and spilled into you with a groan.

Hot, thick ropes of cum painted your insides, a lot more than Fyodor’s load. As he caught his breath, Nikolai remained folded over your back, pressing down against you.

“Kolya,” Fyodor mumbled, sounding pretty exasperated, and patted his friend's back– understandable, as there were two people lying on top of him, and Nikolai was heavy.

Obediently, he rolled off of you, and sprawled out like a starfish next to you and your stepfather. Fyodor too, pulled out of you and you felt empty again, aside from the two heavy loads slowly oozing out of your holes. You felt filthy but in a good way. Being jizzed on had never felt wrong when Fyodor was involved.

“How are you feeling, darling?” He whispered into your ear, as you snuggled against each other on the king-sized bed. This moment was yours alone, and you wished you could freeze time and stay like this forever. Fyodor smelled like sweat, and you were sticky with cum, but rarely had you ever felt this content after sex.

“Perfect. I’m with you, Fedya,” you hummed into the crook of his neck and kissed him there. “How are you? Was I good?”

“What a question. Of course, you were, you’re my perfect little girl,” was his response.

Next to you, Nikolai had started to doze off, softly snoring. He looked a mess, though you were hardly looking any more put-together at the moment. His blond hair was disheveled, cheeks flushed, and his cock, which slowly softened as it rested against his toned abs, was still smeared with both your bodily fluids. 

“He fell asleep,” you giggled quietly and reached out to run your hand through Nikolai’s hair, playing with the strands, soft to the touch. “How cute.” 

“He’s always out cold after sex, the moment he’s finished,” Fyodor snorted. 

“How do you know?”

Fyodor raised a brow at you and grinned. “I was also young, some time ago. You think this is the first time we’ve done something like this?”

He laughed when your cheeks grew hot, and you shyly looked away. You could hardly imagine a younger version of him sleeping around with Nikolai and a third party. 

Your stepfather cupped your face and kissed your forehead. “But none of those little adventures ever compared to you.”

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You’d had your fun at Nikolai’s, there was no denying that, but essentially, that little adventure had only made your bond with Fyodor stronger. At least that’s how you felt.

While you loved and wanted him more than ever before, the love he showed you at home was that of a father, as platonic as it could’ve been, and no trace of the romance you thought had sparked between you at Nikolai’s was left.

Sure, he was affectionate and kind as you knew him to be, but day by day, it got more difficult to deny the obvious: he wasn’t yours, but your mother’s.

Anyone would’ve been grateful to have parents who had a relationship as loving as theirs was, and you were too, in a way. After all, your father, when they had still been together, had never adored your mother as much as Fyodor did, and you knew that your stepfather’s feelings for her were real. And that was the biggest problem.

Fyodor loved you, he’d never shied away from telling you that, but after each time you two had sex, he kissed you goodnight and he was hers again. 

You knew by now that he wasn’t just pretending to only feel fatherly affection for you to keep your secret safe. 

The love he felt for you didn’t go any further than that, as deep and genuine as it was, and his nightly desire for you didn’t change that. As much as you wanted him to, he didn’t see you as a partner, a lover, as his.

And it was all her fault.

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Your first semester in college had started, but instead of connecting with your peers, going out, and enjoying the classes that you would’ve found interesting under different circumstances, you were busy ruminating about what in the world you had done wrong to be undeserving of Fyodor’s love, that your mother was lucky enough to be showered with day and night. 

Unfortunately, your lack of focus and drive started showing in your grades, the missed deadlines, and the unattended classes that piled up. 

But even that went past you, trivialities undeserving of your energy, as you thought, until one day, one of your professors asked to stay in the lecture hall for a moment once the class had ended.

“Is something the matter, professor Dazai?" you asked once the rest of the students had left the hall, and the heavy wooden door had fallen shut.

“Yes, I’m worried about your performance,” he said and crossed his arms, leaning back against his desk. “If you don’t start taking your education seriously soon, you might fail a few classes, mine included. Do I bore you so much you can’t bother to pay attention to my lecture once a week?”

Shit, you thought. It didn’t surprise you that your professors had a critical opinion about your sleazy attitude by now, but the possibility that you might fail if you kept going like this, hadn’t crossed your mind until now, that’s how mentally absent you’d been.

“No, of course not,” you said quietly, staring down at your shoes. “But I’m having a bit of a hard time at home right now, you know. So–”

“I don’t care,” Dazai interrupted you. “Save your excuses. What I do care about is for you to pass this class, as well as your others.”

Professor Dazai was popular among your fellow students; handsome, and young, compared to most of his colleagues, who all seemed to be about a decade older than him. 

His lectures were usually very entertaining, due to his charisma and wit– he was a true heartbreaker. 

There were plenty of students who started blushing and whispering to each other in the hallways when he was in sight, and you had often overheard a handful of girls giggling and talking about him in the bathroom as they gathered in front of the mirror by the sink, as they combed their hair or reapplied their makeup. 

Ever since your first semester had begun, you also heard rumors about him sometimes, and allegations that he had scandalous relationships with students on occasion.

Naturally, you were surprised at his sudden sternness, another side to him, one that had very little understanding for your laziness.

„Yes, I understand. But I am struggling at the moment. Is there anything I can do to pass after all?“ you asked, hoping to receive some kind of support or advice. Of course, you couldn’t tell Dazai the reason for your poor performance. 

„Study? Maybe don’t skip your classes? Get your head out of the clouds and take this seriously, I’m sure your parents are paying a lot of money for you to be here, and they wouldn’t be happy if it all went to waste, would they?”

„Thank you very much, sir,“ you huffed, wanting to turn around and leave the lecture hall. You’d assumed Dazai had intended to give you some useful advice, not darken your mood further. 

„However…if that’s too much to ask of you, I could offer you something else.“

„I’m all ears.“ You stopped in your tracks.

„Well, I’m always happy to help my students find solutions when they’re struggling. So, if you’ll allow me to…offer you my support, I can guarantee you that you’re going to pass all of your classes.“

„But I thought you only teach contemporary literature and art? How are extra lessons, or whatever you’re suggesting, gonna help me pass my other classes?“

„You’re not very smart, are you?“ your professor scoffed. „I’m not talking about extra lessons.“

„Then what do you mean?“ You frowned, letting Dazai’s words sink in. 

„Lord, give me strength,“ he murmured, then cleared his throat. „What I’m offering you is a little deal between you and me. I have good connections in this institution and more influence than you think. But my help has its price– we’re doing each other a favor, that’s it.“ 

“What do you want?”

Dazai remained silent, merely raising his brows and letting you fill in the blanks. You had an eerie feeling that there was only one thing left he could mean…

„Sex?“

“Bingo.”

“No!” 

You couldn’t do this. You didn’t want this. Yes, he was hot, but not hot enough to be worth cheating on Fyodor with. You shooed away the thought that technically, you and Fyodor weren’t even in a committed relationship, so sleeping with someone else didn’t count as cheating.

„Alright, alright, I was merely trying to help you out. You don't have to, of course. But in that case, I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do for you,” Dazai shrugged.

With that, the professor turned around, grabbed the stack of books he’d used for today’s earlier lecture from the desk, and made his way to the door.

“No, wait!” you called out, just when he reached for the door handle. “Fine, I’ll do it.”

“Good. After class next week. Wear something cute.” Dazai winked and shot you a last glance before he left the lecture hall. The sound of the heavy door falling into its lock still echoed in your ears, as you made your way home, paralyzed about the decision you’d just made.

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For almost ninety minutes straight, you’d stared at the clock on the wall, as if your penetrating gaze would make the time pass faster. 

When the bell finally rang, announcing the end of the lecture, you waited for the other students to leave the hall. 

You wanted to shoo them all out, so you could just get the thing that awaited you over with, but they took their sweet time, chattering about the contents of the lesson and other trivialities with one another as they packed up.

“You coming?” one of your classmates, another girl that you’d befriended over the past few weeks, asked when you stayed seated.

“Go ahead, I’ll be right there. I just have a question about the assignment,” you said quickly.

“Okay,” she smiled, unsuspecting, and reached for her bag, before she left the room, leaving you and Dazai alone.

Your professor shut the door behind her and pretended to sigh wearily. 

“Too bad she’s got straight A’s. I’d love to give her a little private lesson too,” he chuckled. 

You grimaced at the crude joke he’d made about your friend but left it uncommented. The less you talked now, the sooner this was going to be over.

You rose from your seat and approached Dazai, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck, trying to kiss him. He pulled back and cringed.

“What are you doing?”

“Kissing you.”

“No, this isn’t how we’re doing this. Turn around, bend over the desk.”

You hesitated but did as he said. The surface of his desk was smooth and cold, and you shivered, though you weren’t sure whether that came from the desk or the chilly atmosphere. 

This was a lot different from sleeping with Fyodor, or even Nikolai. While Nikolai had also been less affectionate than Fyodor was with you, even he had enjoyed thoroughly making out with you before he’d wanted to fuck you. 

But Dazai not only lacked the affection and liking for physical contact that you were used to, no, he seemed to want as little as possible of that. This was all about the intercourse and nothing else, making you wonder if the other students he’d done this with had even enjoyed it, beyond getting off on the thrill that came with being fucked by a professor.

“I’ll make this quick, I know you’re not into me,” you heard Dazai say behind you, followed by the sound of his belt being unbuckled and his fly being opened. Fabric rustled, he pulled his pants and boxers down. Cool, slender fingers flipped your skirt up and tugged your panties down.

“I could tell from the moment I proposed this to you that you’re already someone else's,” your professor said and kicked your legs further apart with his foot. He leaned forward, his breath fanning against your ear when he whispered: “What would he say if he saw you right now, hm?”

Dazai’s cold fingers brushed over your folds, and you didn’t want to, you tried so hard to resist, but to no use, you could feel yourself getting wet as he collected some of your arousal.

“Would he be jealous?”

One cold finger slid into your pussy, and you gasped.

“Or would he perhaps…” he inserted another finger, “...not even care one bit?”

You froze, paralyzed. This man was sinister, and sadistic in every way, and he fooled this whole institution with a pretty face and a quick wit.

“No,” you whispered, tears beginning to brim in your eyes. “No, he loves me...”

“If he would, you’d be able to focus in class, darling,” Dazai scoffed and pulled his fingers out of you. He reached for a drawer in his desk and took out a condom, opening the package with his teeth. “You think I can’t spot a lovesick girl when I see one? 'I’m having a hard time at home' my ass.” Dazai slid the condom on and aligned the tip of his dick with your entrance. “Your guy loves someone else. Face it.”

With that, he pushed into you, in one go, and you clasped a hand over your mouth to muffle the sob that escaped you, but it wasn’t from the sharp pain that Dazai’s sudden thrust had caused you, but because of his words and the truth that they carried.

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“Ah-ah, wait a sec…”

*snap*

*snap*

Still bent over the desk, you squirmed when you heard the sound of Dazai’s phone camera taking a picture.

“What are you doing? Stop” you hissed and swatted his hand away, as he took several snapshots of your cunt.

“Just making sure this stays between you and me, sweetheart.” Your professor grinned at the screen as he swiped through his camera roll. “Pretty, huh?” 

He showed you a few of the photos, in all of them, you were seen in the same bent-over position, your hair a mess, your ass bruised with a red handprint, and smudged mascara on your cheeks. You were sore, as he hadn’t exactly been gentle with you, but your heart ached far more than your body did.

“You wouldn’t want anyone to see those, would you?”

“...no.”

“Good girl.” Dazai put his phone back into his pocket and handed you a tissue. “Clean yourself up. And hurry, my next class will be here in five minutes.”

You snatched the tissue from his hand and rubbed the smeared makeup off your face, once you’d pulled up your panties. Just in time, you fixed your disheveled appearance, before the first students came in through the door. Dazai looked as put together as before, nothing about his appearance gave away that he’d just fucked a freshman on his desk.

“See you in class,” your professor said nonchalantly as if nothing had happened. 

You nodded briefly and, without looking back, hurried out of the lecture hall and towards the school’s exit. Since this quickie had ensured that you were going to pass this semester no matter what (as Dazai had promised it, and you believed him, why else would he risk his job like this?), you felt zero guilt skipping the rest of your classes for today. You needed to be at home now, you needed Fyodor.

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Not long after, you stood in the kitchen at home and did the dishes you’d left in the sink earlier this morning, and Fyodor returned from work. 

He hung up his coat, took off his shoes, and tossed his keys onto the cupboard. Then, he joined you in the kitchen.

“Hey, princess…had a nice day at school today? 

Strong, yet gentle arms wrapped around your waist from behind, pulling you against a warm chest. Fyodor pressed a kiss against your temple, humming quietly as he watched you scrub a plate.

“Hmm…it was okay,” you replied and leaned further into the comforting embrace. This felt heavenly. How you’d longed to be embraced by these arms for hours…

Of course, you felt like bursting into tears and confessing to Fyodor what had happened that day, but you kept your mouth shut. You didn’t want to argue about your reckless decision, or disappoint Fyodor because your grades were bad, nor did you want to admit to him that you’d cheated on him. Dazai’s hurtful words were stuck in your head, though you tried to ignore them. Your eyes stung and you felt a lump in your throat, but you pulled yourself together.

“What’s that smell on you?” Fyodor asked and sniffed your hair. 

“What smell?” you replied, and hoped that Fyodor hadn’t heard your voice crack.

“Men’s cologne. Got a boyfriend I don’t know about?” he grinned conspiratorially.

Dazai’s cologne. Of course, Fyodor was going to smell it on you from this close.

“Of course not,” you laughed awkwardly. “We are packed like sardines in the lecture halls, so it must be the cologne of the guy who sat next to me.”

“I was only joking, my dear,” said Fyodor. “Besides, you know I wouldn’t mind if you were seeing other people. It’s a joy watching you grow up, and I guess dating is part of that.”

Don’t say this! You screamed internally. You should mind! We’re in love, aren’t we?

“I’m not seeing anyone. I have no interest in a boyfriend when I have you.”

Fyodor laughed at your pout and leaned in to kiss your cheek. “You’re so sweet. I’m so happy you’re my daughter. But it wouldn’t hurt you to go out more, you know? College is a once-in-a-lifetime experience, you’ll remember that time forever!”

I fucking hope I won’t, you thought, but instead of answering, you leaned up to kiss Fyodor’s jaw.

“Are you free tonight? I’ve got a new bath bomb we could try together…” you whispered suggestively. Your stepfather pulled back with an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, sweetie, I can’t. It’s your mom’s and my anniversary today, and I was planning to take her out. Another time, okay?”

Right. The day of the year you always feared the most, followed by the annual flu shot. 

“Fine. As you wish.” You turned your attention back to the dishes in the sink, frantically scrubbing them.

“Come on, please don’t be mad at me, okay?”

“I’m not.”

“Darling…we need to properly plan our special time together if we don’t want to get caught one day, you know that. It’s hard to do that spontaneously. And while I’m having a lot of fun with you, and I love you to the moon and back, we are no couple, and we most definitely cannot act like one with others around the house.”

You felt your stomach twist. Dazai had been right, and your greatest worry had been confirmed. Your secret affair was nothing more than a little adventure to Fyodor, while it was the center of your life to you, and he was your great love, but to hear him say it out loud hurt differently.

“Have fun with Mom,” you grumbled and squirmed out of Fyodor’s embrace. You needed a plan, as soon as possible, for you weren’t sure for how much longer you would be able to take this agony.

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You had barely slept that night, partly because of your planning, and partly because Fyodor and your mother had been awfully noisy when they’d gotten back home from the restaurant, tipsy and giggly as they’d stumbled into their bedroom. As you were used to, they had hardly given you a choice but to listen to them having sex again. It was infuriating. 

Trying to come up with a plan took you a couple more days and sleepless nights, and although what you eventually came up with was cruel, you felt it was the only way that ensured you’d have a future with Fyodor, a future where your mother wasn’t his number one.

Fyodor wasn’t going to want to leave her, so she had to leave him.

You’d figured that, if you couldn't have him, no one should, especially not her.

The day you decided to go through with it, you weren't going to have any classes until noon, so, once Fyodor and your mother had wished you a nice day before they left for work, you hurried upstairs.

After a last moment of contemplation, you dug out a pair of brand new panties from your drawer– hot pink and lacy, and they did a very poor job at covering anything. 

Slutty and tasteless were the only fitting words to describe what they looked like.

You’d just bought the lingerie the other day, specifically for this occasion, which meant that your mother couldn’t possibly have seen them in the laundry yet, and identified them as yours.

Your heart was thumping like crazy when you entered your parents’ bedroom and placed them underneath Fyodor’s side of the bed. You took a step back to inspect the picture you’d created, then knelt before the bed again to adjust the undergarment’s position, so that one corner of the fabric peeked out from underneath the bed.

Today Fyodor was going to be home from work earlier, so technically, he had the perfect opportunity to invite his mistress over. Not like Fyodor had one, but what other conclusion could your mother draw when she’d return from a long day of work to find underwear that was neither hers nor her daughter’s, underneath their shared bed?

It wasn’t right to stab Fyodor in the back, but you had to frame him for something he didn’t do.

Confusion, shock, hysteria, divorce– that was the series of events you hoped to happen today, and all that you had to do now was heading off to school with a devilish grin, and later return home to find at least one of your problems solved. 

When they were done with one another, and you were going to stand by him, he would finally see who loved him the most and love you back just as much.

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The look on Fyodor’s face made you pity him when you returned home to find the exact scene you’d hoped to play out. He looked so hurt, so desperate to save his marriage that it made your heart flutter. 

What a man, you thought. The kind you don’t get over. And it was your mother’s loss that she was unable to see that.

Her voice was raised in fury and rang through the whole house, as she aggressively flailed around her arms, yelling at Fyodor and holding your lacy panties in one hand. 

Her poor husband tried to pacify her, stammering as he promised over and over again that he had no idea whose underwear that was, and that he had no idea how they’d gotten under the bed. 

On any other day, you would have interrupted the fight to defend Fyodor, but as sorry as you were for him that the woman he loved was slipping through his fingers, and that the upcoming breakup would catapult him into deep grief, this was necessary to ensure that he was going to be able to spend the rest of his life with the one who truly deserved him. He simply needed a little push to understand that.

Quietly, you walked past the living room and smiled as you went to your room. When the time would come, you would make sure that your beloved stepfather had someone to lean on to cope with the loss and eventually find love again, and god knows you were going to be that someone…

#bsd #fyodor.bsd #stepdad!fyodor #dark content #bungou stray dogs #nikolai.bsd #bsd smut #dazai.bsd #bsd fic #bungou stray dogs smut #tw stepcest #bsd dazai #bungo stray dogs #dazai osamu #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader #nikolai gogol x reader #bungou stray dogs dazai #dazai x reader #fics

[kaeyx]

I cant stop thinking about it, so i must ask what do you think are chuuya and dazai's favorite way to fuck their reader? When they are apart and together?? * - *

Tbh I had a pretty shit day so thinking about this is rlly helping

Under a cut because it got long!

Apart I'd say Chuuya prefers missionary or riding, I feel like he'd like to see his partner's face and be able to kiss them and hold them as close as he can. Though I'm forever in love with the thought of Chuuya fucking you in doggy and slowly devolving into pushing your head into the bed, pulling your arms out from under you and holding them behind your back as he curls over you, getting more and more brutal, literally fucking you into the mattress... sigh <3

Dazai might like facing you too, but he's always going to be pulling your legs onto his shoulders and trying to bend you in half with his sheer weight, pressing into you to the base and bruising your cervix. Also fucking you from behind but while spooning, lifting one of your legs up and sliding into you without hurry, just rocking his hips and grinding into you, enjoying the closeness.

And that's just basic, since both are fucked up little shits. Gagging you or tying you up is never off the table, as well as plugging you up before or after use so you're either ready for them or their mess stays inside you all day. Chuuya is more private but Dazai is a complete fiend and he'd adore sending you on little errands with a vibrator taped snug against your clit, maybe even after putting a load in you so you can feel it slowly drip down your thigh while you try not to squirm.

As for together, they'd definitely try double penetration at least once. Either one in each hole or both in one, spending a good hour kissing you and stroking you and fingering you open until you're nearly crying, begging them to just fill you up already. Also, laying on top of/against one while the other fucks you or eats you out. Imagine clawing at Chuuya's shirt while you cum, feeling him pet your head and pat your cheek, cooing at you, Dazai's hand gripping your hips hard enough to bruise while he takes you from behind.

They could also leave you stuffed full of both their cum, I can't decide who would enjoy seeing the mess drip out of you more. Or fingering it back in, or licking it out of you. Anything you can think of, one of them will be into it.

There's definitely going to be competition though. Who can get you to cry more, moan louder, say their name more times. You're going to be completely covered in bites, bruises, scratches, maybe cuff or burn marks. They're both trying to claim you of course but also covering up the other's marks, so you'll permanently look like you fell off a cliff.

#chuuya.bsd #dazai.bsd #chuuya x reader #asks.answered #dazai x reader #dazai x y/n #chuuya x y/n #chuuya smut #dazai smut #poly!skk

[kaeyx]

How would angry/upset chuuya/dazai punish reader in bed?

Ooooh many options here. I think it would mostly depend on if they're pissed/irritated in general or if they're mad at the reader specifically. This got long so I put it under a cut!

Warnings: smut, gn!afab!reader, overstimulation, cockwarming, bondage, vibrators/toys, bondage, spanking, stretching, edging/denial, slight manipulation in Dazai's part.

Chuuya

Chuuya has had a long day, lots of little things that haven't gone right. It's the end of the fiscal quarter so he's up to his neck in talks with investors, trade routes, lists of products. He's tired, he's wound up, he opens the door to his apartment and sees you curled up on his couch, takeout boxes still warm on the coffee table. Judging by the amount you got some for him too, and his heart warms at the thought. That plus the stress, plus seeing you in his shirt, in his house, already waiting for him... it sets him off.

He barely gives you time to look up and greet him before he's grabbing you, pulling you in for a brutal, searing kiss, sending both of you crashing onto the cushions. In no time at all you find yourself with one leg thrown over the back of the couch, Chuuya's heavy girth splitting you open. He looks half feral, hair flying around his face, grunts and growls rising from his chest. He hasn't even bothered to take any clothes off, just pulling your shorts to the side and yanking at the collar of your shirt until he can sink his teeth into your neck. Chuuya is muttering under his breath the whole while, complaining about all the things that have been wrong with his day; but he's also moaning out praise, telling you how good you make him feel, how he's been thinking about you all day, how you take him so perfectly every time.

It takes a few rounds to drain him completely, leaving you completely fucked out and half stupid by the time he collapses against your chest, panting hard. He's probably cum several times and made sure you did the same just as much or maybe even more, each time your face contorts and goes slack with please making him feel better and better. He nuzzles against your sweaty neck, murmuring an apology that he only half means, fingers running gently over all his harsh bites and the place on your hips where he'd grabbed you hard enough to bruise.

If you're the one making him mad though it's probably a whole other story. Either by bratting or favouring Dazai too much, he's going to get back at you and he's going to be creative about it. Making you suck him off under his desk is a classic, not allowed to move or speak for hours, just feeling his length rest hot and heavy on your tongue, his hand occasionally pulling your head towards him until you're gagging around him and your nose is pressed against his skin, hands trying to push him away to no avail. If you get too fussy then he's happy to cuff your hands behind your back and maybe put you in a frog tie, keeping you immobilised under him until you're completely docile.

Or he'd make you cockwarm him while he reads or relaxes after a long day, not letting you do so much as squirm but occasionally tugging at a nipple or giving your poor, ignored clit a swift smack, grinning when you yelp and your cunt tightens around him. Talk too much or make too much noise and you'll get gagged, probably by him shoving a few fingers down your throat.

He'd also like to spank you I'd think, though I'm personally not a fan of it so I don't really have many thoughts on that. Put you over his lap and alternate between hitting you until your ass is bright red and fingering you to laugh at how wet you are, that kind of thing. Gloves on, obviously.

I think he'd like bondage quite a bit, but also stress positions? Making the ropes just a little too tight, or arrange them so that if you relax they'll tug on your hair(if it's long enough) or tighten around your neck. Seeing you struggle and apologize is endlessly entertaining to him, watching you squirm and protest when he brings out a vibrator and presses it against your leg, slowly working it up your thigh while you struggle and promise you'll be good.

Dazai

Dazai might punish you without realising it. If he's agitated, had a bad or stressful day and wants to unwind, there's little better than spooning you and slipping into you, cuddling as close as he can. He could spend hours like this and indeed he does, occasionally readjusting himself or thrusting shallowly into you, feeling you get wetter and wetter while he nuzzles against your neck. He won't even realise you're squirming and trying to touch yourself until you plead with him properly, and by then you're both so edged out that you don't last more than a few minutes.

If he's mad at you though, he'll edge you on purpose. Take his time eating you out or running his hands over you until you're crying, trembling, completely undone in his hands. You can't even apologize by then, so that's exactly when he'll tell you to speak up, repeat all those defiant things you said to him. Might not even let you cum at the end, just clean you up and pull your clothes back up, patting your cheek and telling you you're done here.

I think I've talked about this but he'd also make you go out with a toy in you, or a vibrator. He'd sit back and play with the controls, randomly turning them to the max before dialing it down to a buzz, grinning as he thinks of you gasping and your legs shaking, sneaking glances around you to see if anyone had noticed. He mocks you when you get back, cheeks red and legs trembling, sliding his long fingers through your folds and laughing at how the slick is staining your thighs.

Another one, though this might take some time and dedication (and also be specific, like if you ever implied you could take care of yourself perfectly fine), would be to stretch you out. Dazai loves the look of his fingers inside you, your hole squelching obscenely as he spreads you open. He'd keep you full with plugs or dildos between sessions, resisting the urge to fuck you every time he pulls your pants down and sees you so warm and wet and ready for him, your insides soft and gooey. The end goal is to stretch you enough that when he eventually fucks you you're stretched just a little too wide, desperately clenching around him but still so empty. You feel amazing to him though, loose enough that he can slide in with no resistance, deep enough to hurt, to feel him in your guts. You're whining and mewling, telling him it's not enough, that you need more of him. His fingers inside you too, maybe. He laughs, petting your head and calling you greedy, as if this wasn't the thing he'd been after all along. You need him, see? You need all of him to feel good, to feel satisfied.

#chuuya.bsd #dazai.bsd #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #dazai x y/n #chuuya x y/n #chuuya smut #dazai smut #asks.answered

[kaeyx]

Kitsune Dazai and vampire Chuuya fighting over you nhmnnnn

What's better than one obsessive immortal? TWOOO obsessive immortals!!!

Okay in all seriousness your life would be hell, more or less. Chuuya is trying to be nice to you, court you properly, eventually have you move in with him and get turned out of your own free will; he might be obsessed with you but what he truly wants is companionship, normalcy, he doesn't want to have to chain you up. But then that bitch Dazai comes along being proactive, touching you all over, picking you up, letting you nap on his tails, scratching and biting you and teasing you, giving you kisses that linger too close to the corner of your mouth; and Dazai knows what he's doing to Chuuya, and it's driving him mad!

Honestly they'd just precipitate each other. If it was just Chuuya you might have never known how badly he wants you because he'd have let you set your own pace. Dazai is clingier and pushier and might snatch you up sure, but not like this. If both of them are after you they each get desperate, overbearing, needy. Dazai crowding you against rocks and trees whenever you go for a walk in his woods, Chuuya bemoaning how he's got nobody to feed off of within earshot. Or they might bring out magic! I don't know much about kitsunes but I know some versions of vampires have mind control abilities for example. Chuuya unable to resist the temptation and making you a little more docile, soft and pliant, nodding along when he straddles your lap and cups your cheeks, asking if he can please just have a little taste of you.

#chuuya.bsd #dazai.bsd #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #asks.answered #yandere dazai #yandere chuuya x reader #yandere dazai x reader #yandere chuuya #vamp!chuuya #kitsune!dazai

[kaeyx]

Yandere!Dazai

Warnings: unhealthy behaviour, slight manipulation, mentions of sex

Notes: Reader is gender neutral. Man I am on a roll today. This is just one of two main ways I think yan!Dazai could work out, and the more subtle one

If Dazai is in love with you, there's a good chance you won't know at first.

It all begins with a one night stand, like what he's had with dozens of others. He knows you were too drunk to remember most of it but he wasn't, despite having drunk more than you. Your hands pulling at his messy hair and his long, elegant fingers pulling you greedily closer with the kind of need he can only display when he knows it's not going to last until the morning.

Until something is different about you, until you get up on wobbly legs and stubbornly stumble into your kitchen to bring him water, until you clean the both of you up and don't comment on the bandages hiding most of his body. He sits by you when you puke, afterwards. Looking at the way you wretch and gasp with a closeness that surprises him and would have unnerved you if you had only looked over. He makes himself throw up after you, massaging the back of his throat with practiced movements until his stomach is empty. He wakes up first and watches you sleep, watches the curve of your shoulder move up and down and the skin covered in hickeys. Strangely, unlike with everyone else before you, you look prettier in the morning light. He's gone when you wake up.

The second time he pretends he didn't seek you out, though he knows deep down it's true. There's something so much more satisfying about having someone fall apart in his hands when it's you, when it's your voice breaking on his name again and again. Knows by now what you like to hear, how he has to touch you and smile at you to make you hide a smile behind another sip of alcohol until he falls into your bed again. He's less drunk this time, he stays up after you pass out to just watch you, to memorize everything inside your room.

Dazai knows how to wriggle into your life. He knows how to win anyone over with a pretty smile that doesn't reach his fathomless eyes and subtle, gentle touches. Before long you're the one coming up to him, seeking him out, smiling when he slips a large, cold hand down your back. Dazai knows by now he needs you, he needs to have you far more than anyone ever should. But Dazai is a patient man, a selfish man. And he knows what he wants. He doesn't scare you off, he resists the urge to follow you everywhere you go and copy everything you do, he avoids sinking into his urges and using old favours to investigate anyone he sees you with. He sits, he waits, he puts his hands on your shoulders and hugs you from behind and speaks into your ear like he doesn't know it sends shivers down your back.

When you confess to him, avoiding his gaze, your breathing quick, Dazai breaths a sigh of relief. He takes your hand, then cups your cheek, kissing you softly and reassuring you that he feels the same way. If only you knew just how much more he feels than you, how much deeper his love and need run. His heart flutters in his triumph.

He's perfect at playing the part of a clingy partner, not incompetent enough that it irritates you but needy enough that he's sure he can get your attention with only a look and a pretty pout. He drapes himself over you, sliding his arms around your waist, accidentally forgetting his clothes in your home because he knows you'll wear them. To you and to everyone else Dazai knows he looks infatuated, maybe even pathetic, but he can't bring himself to care. He's played his cards perfectly, and now you can know how much he loves you.

#dazai.bsd #dazai x reader #yandere dazai #yandere dazai x reader #dazai x y/n

[kaeyx]

I just love the image of dazai holding you, playing with your hair and saying the filthiest things to you with the sweetest voice while chuuya fucks you, pressing your hips down into the matress and rutting into you over and over, lost in the pleasure

NAH BC THIS HAS ME 😩💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥 WHOOOOOOO

Imagine lying face down, head resting on Dazai's lap while he leans against the headboard. Chuuya behind you both, on top of you, pinning you in place and completely lost in how you feel squeezing and fluttering around his cock. You're crying into Dazai's thigh which just makes him harder, the leaky tip of his length tapping against your cheek while Chuuya takes you from behind, fucking into you like he's trying to push straight through your guts. Chuuya is, for lack of a better word, feral. Using alll his strength and every fibre of his body to go faster and faster, using your body like a fleshlight, pushing you back and forth across the bed with no regard for how your eyes go glassy and roll back or the incoherent sounds he's ripping from you with every thrust.

Dazai on the other hand is calm, though his dick is slapping against his tummy every time Chuuya's movements push you forward into his lap and the tip is an angry red. His hand is on your head, petting you, occasionally slipping a thumb into your slack mouth to press down on your tongue.

"That's it, pretty thing," he says softly, condescendingly. "Feels so good to just let go, doesn't it? You can't even think anymore."

#chuuya.bsd #dazai.bsd #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #chuuya x y/n #dazai x y/n #chuuya smut #dazai smut #poly!skk

[kaeyx]

Little agreement - pt. 2

Pairing: beast!skk x gn!afab!reader

Warnings: smut

Additional notes: Based on @scaramouches-girlfriend's one shot of the same name, and serving as a continuation. Thank you very much for letting me put my spin on your work! More detailed information about contents under the cut.

Additional information/terminology used:

Names used for reader: pet, baby, darling (Dazai), doll (Chuuya)

Terms used for reader's anatomy: cunt, entrance, folds, sex,

Additional notes: Dazai calls chuuya his dog, first time and short discussion (like two lines) on the reader being a virgin, Dazai briefly implies he wants to go bareback

Edit: here's the link to the original if you want to read it!

"Well?"

You blink. This is pretty much the opposite of what a working environment should be, but then again.... it's not like mafiosos have unions. This is a shell company anyway. And if Dazai brought you specifically all the way here, it's probably not a test.

You push away from your desk, going over to Chuuya's side like a well trained pet, all while twisting your fingers together behind your back. The way he smiles sends heat spearing through you, and you try very hard to not think about the shadow pressing against his dark slacks and the way your skin is on fire.

"Get in." He gestures with his head, fiery hair falling around his cheeks. The massive doors click closed behind you.

The office is huge and beautiful, one wall made entirely of glass and allowing you a sweeping view of the city, the harbour and the glittering sea. A huge desk made of dark wood sits at the end of the room, and the boss of the port mafia is kneeling in front of it with a knowing look on his face. You walk forward a few steps, unsure, before Chuuya's hand presses between your shoulder blades and leads you all the way forward and around the desk. The tousled mess of dark hair that is Dazai observes you from underneath, and you feel like that fathomless eye is seeing right through to your very soul.

There's no time to worry about that though, not when a pair of hands slide around your waist and a warm mouth presses a kiss just above your collar, on the back of your neck. You jump in surprise, drawing a sharp breath and feeling how Chuuya's lips curl into a smile against your skin.

"I don't have all day." He reminds you, though his voice carries no actual annoyance.

Still it's enough to snap you out of your thoughts and you reach for the waistband of your pants. You undo the button with clumsy fingers and push the fabric over your hips, before Chuuya tugs everything down to your knees with impatience and kicks your feet apart. The message is clear, and you bend over the desk in a haze. It could almost be dismissed as a dream, a fantasy, but the leather-clad fingertips skimming across your back are very real indeed.

Your previous, covert grinding combined with the sound of Chuuya's moans coming through the door already had you feeling hot under the collar, but by now you're properly dripping. Dazai is still looking up at you, devouring each change in expression with the small, satisfied smile of a man whose plan has fallen perfectly into place.

The comparatively cold air washes over your sex and you shiver a little as Chuuya runs a hand over your lower back, pressing down to force your hips up a little more before sliding down to the back of your thighs with firm, shameless pressure. Despite his modest stature his hands are big, long fingers encased in pretty black leather spreading you open just a little. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to ignore how you must be visibly twitching, and how entertained Dazai looks by the whole ordeal.

"It's this bad already? You're dripping." Chuuya sounds half awed, half smug, his voice an appreciative purr.

"Poor pet, you need it that badly?" Dazai coos condescendingly, reaching out to run his knuckles over your cheek and stroke your forehead.

You hear the rustle of clothes as he shifts, still on his knees but now sounding much closer. Fingers stroke the back of your thighs and the curve of your ass, leisurely drawing closer to their target.

"Never had anything this good, darling?" The brunette's voice is deceptively sweet, but a boney hand grabs your jaw at an awkward angle and your eyes shoot open.

"Look at me when I talk to you, and answer." Dazai smiles, and it's a cruel thing. You squirm a little, wiggling your hips in the process and hearing a quiet hiss from behind. Chuuya's eyes are boring into the back of your neck, but he doesn't intervene.

"I've....never had anything like this, no." You answer at last. Could anyone truly ever have a comparable experience? "....Never had anything at all." You admit a little quieter, looking determinately down at the desk.

There's a little pause and your face grows hotter than ever, before Chuuya's voice comes from over your shoulder.

"Never?" He says above you, moving away from your entrance to rub his thumbs back and forth across your hips. You shut your eyes to escape Dazai's gaze, focusing on the polished mahogany of the desk against your cheek, but that's as good as any answer.

"Never," Dazai says breathlessly, running a finger over your jaw. "Aw."

"Hah, you're so cute, I can't believe no-one's gotten a hold of you before." Chuuya's gaze is burning into your back with renewed interest, his gloved fingers slipping under your shirt. The touches along your lower spine makes you shiver and arch your back a fraction, pushing your ass further up. He laughs, his voice low and raspy, way too damn attractive to be fair.

"Fuck... sensitive, are you? Going to let me take you like this?"

You swallow, but don't even have to think about it.

"Yes."

Something presses quickly against your back. Chuuya has bent down and given you a kiss before stepping back. "Just in case, baby." You hear a rustling and then the crinkle of plastic. "Fuck knows where he's been, don't want you catching anything." That's clearly directed at Dazai, who just grins.

"Don't worry darling, I'll take proper care of you." His dark eye is level with yours, the bottomless fathoms glinting. "I promise I won't let anything get in the way."

"Like hell I'm letting you have this," Chuuya growls. Something curls, satisfied, in your lower abdomen when you hear him.

"Hey, hey, be a good dog and share!" Dazai says lightly, his gaze flicking up to the man poised above you, centimetres away from sinking into you.

Suddenly the two bodies shift, Chuuya reaching out and grabbing a fistful of Dazai's tie and shirt to yank him up and forward. There's a delighted laugh that turns into a moan and Chuuya's body seems to vibrate with a growl that makes you shiver, warmth curling in your stomach. You feel two long, clammy hands grip the sides of your head and hold it in place, as something warm and twitching is pressed against your cheek and nose. Dazai, shuffling slightly to grind against you. You obligingly nudge the dark fabric of his pants and the heat beneath. There's a faint satisfaction in feeling him shiver as Chuuya continues to kiss him, grabbing him with the hand that isn't curling possessively around your hip.

There must have been pointed looks exchanged because Dazai simpers a little but backs off when Chuuya finally shoves him away. He leans down again so his face is level to yours on the desk and observes you closely with that single, dark eye. One of his fingers runs down your cheek, cold and boney, the bitten off nail scratching you ever so slightly. He smiles, and it's a cruel, mesmerising thing to see. You feel Chuuya squeeze your hip, tugging it up a little and raising your ass higher.

"Don't worry about him, I've waited for you long enough," he mutters.

You feel something prodding against you, his thumb barely parting your folds, and... it hurts. You take a deep breath, twitching involuntarily, feeling the sting at your entrance. Chuuya lets out a gorgeous, choked off gasp and your eyes go hazy, feeling Dazai pet your cheek and lean in closer with open curiosity on his face.

Chuuya more or less fits inside, pressing forward at a steady pace until his hips meet your ass. You feel him lean back and squeeze your waist appreciatively, his eyes boring holes into your back, and you shiver. Another involuntary pulse around him and his fingers tighten. Dazai's thumb presses against your mouth.

"Don't worry doll," Chuuya reassures, though his voice is strangled, "you're okay." He takes a deep, shaky breath and the heavy length inside you twitches again, making your walls pulse around him. "Does it hurt?"

You nod slightly and try not to notice how Dazai's eye lights up at the admission, running all over your scrunched up face while your cheeks burn, and your body is still protesting at the intrusion. Chuuya rubs your hips, kneading circles into the flesh and just sitting there. He doesn't say anything, but his breaths are shallow and fast, giving away his impatience. You belatedly realise he's waiting for permission, and something in your chest warms at the thought.

It's a little hard to look over your shoulder but you manage anyway, giving Chuuya a nod. "I'm okay now."

The movement is worth it just for the view, his hair messy and falling in his eyes and his hat a little askew, a definite tinge of pink to his cheeks. He grins at you, in a way that makes your stomach drop with anticipation and a little bit of fear, and rolls his hips experimentally.

You rest your head back on the table with a strangled whine, your eyes unfocusing for an instant before refocusing on Dazai's amused expression. Chuuya starts to pick up the pace and a full body shiver goes through you, goosebumps rising along your arms as you scrabble for purchase on the desk, mewling. Dazai laughs, a smooth little chuckle that suits his voice.

It gets harder and harder to focus as he sets an unforgiving pace, making your hips knock against the edge of the desk with enough force that you know they'll be bruised. Chuuya moans shamelessly, a gorgeous, breathless sound that sends shivers down your spine and makes need creep up into your chest. You could listen to this forever.

Dazai kneels before you, dark eye peering into your face and watching greedily as your face scrunches up and goes slack, moans and gasps being choked from your throat with every thrust. Now you understand why Dazai was making the noises you heard through the wall earlier.

There's a shift, Chuuya's hand pressing into your lower back to keep it pinned to the desk below as the other circles around to your front. His fingers carefully explore your flushed skin, reaching between your legs and coming away connected by a web of slick. He lets out a grunt of satisfaction and smears the mess over your thigh before finally reaching for your clit.

You hadn't even realised how neglected you were, too caught up in the improbable situation, but the texture of the leather feels foreign in such a perfect way on the flushed nub that you can't help your eyes rolling back a little.

His name slips out of you in a whine and you try to roll your hips but are met with the firm pressure of his other hand still on your back. Chuuya laughs as you shiver, a breathless sound full of satisfaction. He strokes and prods until his fingers find a rhythm, rubbing across the tender bundle of nerves while he happily slams into your cunt.

Dimly you realise two of Dazai's fingers are in your slack mouth, turning your moans and pleas into muffled whines. The brunette's other hand is busy with himself, stroking and palming the hardness in his slacks while he looks at you with hunger.

Everything mounts too fast, and you might be pleading for something through Dazai's probing digits pressing on your tongue. Chuuya leans down slightly, his heaving chest nearly touching you, his beautiful voice wavering. "Feels good?"

You let out a muffled whine, hopefully conveying the sheer need coursing through your body and lighting up every nerve. Your cunt is pulsing rhythmically, every muscle taut as you feel your need mounting with every thrust, every quick swirl of his fingers around your twitching clit.

"Hmm?" Chuuya's voice is nearly a growl, hoarse with lust. "That good? Fuck, are you close?" His head falls forward and he rests his forehead against your back. "I can't... 'm not gonna last."

A frantic nod comes from you and you wriggle your hips, trying to fuck yourself on his cock. He's got you pinned though, unable to do much more than rock back and forth in time with his movements.

"Good, that's good. Let go doll, want to feel you cum all over me."

With a command like that and in Chuuya's voice no less, you're teetering on the edge embarrassingly fast. The steady pistoning in and out of you, his fingers toying with you as if he can read your mind, Dazai's flushed face as he keeps humping his hand and fucking your throat with his fingers, it's all too much. You tip over with a muffled cry of Chuuya's name, shaking uncontrollably as your eyes unfocus and every nerve in your body sings.

And with the way your insides are twitching and fluttering around him Chuuya doesn't hold on any longer than you do, feeling your walls milk him as his own climax slams into him and steals his breath. He curls over you with a quiet gasp, also shaking as his movements stutter and then come to a halt.

The office swims back into your perception as you begin to recover, feeling how close Chuuya is now, and how his fingers and cock are sitting still, pressed against you. Breathing heavily and quickly you let your eyes shut, your legs trembling a little.

"That's enough Dazai, hands off," Chuuya says from above, managing to sound authoritative even though he's still breathless, the last few drips of cum dribbling out of him.

"But I'm not finished!" Dazai whines, looking up at you with his eye blown wide. He stops touching himself though, reluctantly taking his hand away and resting it on the desk with a glare at Chuuya.

"Yeah, that's because you don't behave." You can hear the grin in the redhead's voice, and feel his iron grip tighten a little more in a reassuring squeeze around your hips. You're still clamped down around him, enjoying the waves of pleasure lap at the edges of your consciousness as you come down from your high.

Chuuya eases himself out of you, but you don't even have the chance to miss the stretch before two leather clad fingers sink into your cunt, rubbing the gooey walls and scissoring you open a little more. You manage a soft, appreciative groan with your eyes still closed.

"I can assume you'll be coming back, right?" Chuuya asks, with a smug little lilt in his tone that suggests the question is rhetorical. You manage a little laugh, blinking your eyes open and looking at Dazai's tousled hair and flushed cheeks, at the way his eyes are sparking with unfulfilled greed.

"Yeah. Yeah I will."

#chuuya.bsd #dazai.bsd #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #chuuya smut #dazai smut #sorry if there's any mistakes this is neither proofread nor edited #beast chuuya #beast dazai #dazai x reader x chuuya

[kaeyx]

Gonna elevate my previous ask of chuuya fucking you in the back sewt of a limousine with also dazai AND chuuya teasing you a fingering you, telling you hownpretty youvare and notntonmake a sound.... i might br a bit tipsy

Plsmxsk remember to drink water! And put something in your stomach like bread, careful with the hangover.

But yes oh.... leaning against Dazai's chest while he sits back against the door, holding one of your legs up, his hand reaching around to bury his fingers into your pretty cunt. Maybe after a party, where you got all dolled up and they did too, and you've barely taken the time to shove everything to the side through hungry kisses and growls, ties coming undone and buttons half ripped, hands searching skin. Chuuya is facing you, leaning over you with one hand braced on Dazai's knee, hat and gloves lost somewhere on the limousine floor. He's also stuffing you full with his fingers right alongside Dazai, spreading you open just to watch you squirm and buck your hips. They're not stopping until you're stretched wide enough to take both of them at once, even if your cunt is drooling onto the leather seat below.

All of you half drunk of course, joints loose, heads buzzing, laughing and hiccuping through your moans. Nobody can control their strength in this state either so get ready to wake up tomorrow with deeper bites and harsher scratches than usual.

#chuuya.bsd #dazai.bsd #asks.answered #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #chuuya smut #dazai smut #poly!skk

[kaeyx]

Ok.. hear me out.. Dazai, Chuuya and Fyodor all wanting the same person..

Oh you are dead. Skk miiiight be able to share, if you can handle them. Maybe fyozai if you're a special kind of sick freak (/loving). I don't even want to think about the logistics of Chuuya and Fyodor. But all at once? My god.

There's a good chance that they'll be so busy sabotaging each other and being creepy that they'll actually forget to approach you, Fyodor especially would just assume you're his and set about eliminating the competition. Or all their master plans cancel out perfectly and you become the equivalent of the janitor with headphones in a horror movie, completely oblivious while those three are busy killing each other. To me Chuuya has the highest chance of success because he's actually going to, you know, court you like a normal person. Fyozai would be sitting together staring at each other and playing 5D chess with their minds, but Chuuya is showing up at your work with flowers or asking for your number or taking you on a walk by the sea.

#I'm not biased #asks.answered #chuuya.bsd #dazai.bsd #fyodor.bsd #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #fyodor x reader

[kaeyx]

Idk if this is yan dazai or yan chuuya but after kidnapping you, intentionally leaving the house hot and supplying small clothes. In summer he wont need to crank the heat, letting the scalding temperatures and humidity work. Bonus for progressively more useless bras and underwear, in defiance of wearing the lingerie he picked out for you, you go commando. While he wants to see you dressed up, seeing your bare sex outlined in your shorts is a fair trade. Even better if your pussy is on cleaning mode and he can see the wet spot when he opens your legs for a "surprise inspection" (for injuries, of course<3) its torture on his cock but its worth it to see you squirm and act shy instead of spiteful

HAND OVER MOUTH BLUSHING SQUEALING SQUIRMING KICKING MY FEET OH MY GODDDDD

No bc. They would. Idk if Dazai would get you as much lingerie, leaving you with only his wardrobe to wear, but Chuuya???? He's already buying you gifts like books, snacks he knows you like, jewelry etc. So he'd absolutely sneak in something pretty alongside that. Panties, garters, something with lace that leaves you completely exposed, maybe even something full of hooks and straps that you can't possibly put on without his help, hoping you'll cave and wear it. All the while sneaking away your longer clothes, leaving you in what's basically either workout clothes or pyjamas. Shorts so small your ass falls out of them, shirts so big they fall off your shoulders, tank tops that hug your waist and leave your neck and shoulders defenseless.

Both of them would absolutely adore seeing you in their clothes specifically, spraying everything with their deodorant or perfume so you smell like them whatever you're doing. Seeing you in their clothes makes them so damn horny, it's all they can do to keep their hands mostly to themselves.

And if you start going commando oh my godddd! Your shorts riding up your legs when you sit down, leaving the entirety of your thighs on display. Getting little peaks of your pussy lips pressing against the thin fabric of yoga leggings and they have to excuse themselves in case they rip the fabric at the crotch and fuck you into oblivion right over the kitchen counter, the sofa, the table. A sliver of stomach on display when your too short shirt rides up and they're already imagining themselves on their knees, hugging your legs so you can't escape and kissing every inch of warm skin they can get their mouth on. Nipples poking through your shirt, the material so transparent it's barely there. Or if you have tits seeing them spill out of the side of a tank top when you lie down, or better yet seeing you adjust them so you don't flash them. If they pretend hard enough it almost looks like you're fondling them.

AND SURPRISE INSPECTIONS AAAAA!! Even better if they've been teasing you all day, ghosting hands over your shoulders or back, lingering when your hands touch, whispering in your ear. Dazai holding you down just with his body weight and rubbing a thumb slowly up and down the hard bump of your clit through your leggings, laughing when you try and fail go push him off, seeing how you shiver. Chuuya immobilising you with his ability, forcing your knees apart so he can settle between them, hooking a thumb into the crotch of your shorts and pulling it to the side to get a good look at you, teasing you for being so wet when he hasn't even touched you. What's wrong, they thought you hated them? You're not supposed to be this excited just from a few little touches, not unless you're hiding something from them...

Bonus points if the reader hasn't gotten off in ages because obviously, they've been kidnapped, they didn't think about doing something like that. So when someone finally touches them, even if it's the guy that took them in the first place, their body reacts so much strongly than it would have pre-kidnapping.

#chuuya.bsd #dazai.bsd #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #asks.answered #chuuya smut #chuuya x y/n #dazai x y/n #dazai smut

[kaeyx]

I think that if you're dating one half of skk you're also sort of dating the other half. They're so weirdly obsessed with eachother you think the shenanigans are going to stop just because one of them gets a partner?

If you have a fight with Dazai Chuuya's house is open and he's already adding you to the Dazai haters groupchat he has. (Comprised of all of Dazai's exes and one night stands + Kunikida + Sigma.)

But if you're dating Chuuya then Dazai is also going to be clinging to you like a cat, plus sharing dirt on Chuuya from when they were kids. Of course, if you want to give Chuuya a gift there's no one better to go to, as long as you pay he's delighted to give ideas.

#chuuya.bsd #dazai.bsd #they're so weird what is WRONG with them <333 #anyway yeah . you're in a polycule now sorry bestie #dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #dazai headcanons #chuuya headcanons #poly!skk

[kaeyx]

Camboy!Dazai but dom has me thinking. Whenever he streams he gets tons of messages and donations of course, but yours stand out to him for whatever reason. Laughing and responding to you, teasing you while he gets himself off, calling you pathetic for being so willing to let him take over your pleasure. Eventually agreeing to a private call where he leans back and strokes himself slowly while he watches you fuck yourself on your fingers, making you describe in detail what you want him to do to you.

A few weeks later he starts up a stream but the angle is a little different. You're on his bed, tied folded in half and completely helpless, and he spends the next few hours fucking you, asking his chat to decide whether or not you get to cum or feel his dick inside you, if you get your nipples pinched and sucked until they're sore, if he holds a wand to your clit until you're crying into your gag and trying to get away.

#dazai.bsd #camboy!dazai #dazai x reader

[kaeyx]

-lowkey (highkey) wanna get dicked down by beastzai in his office (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾ imagine being his little secretary running around doing errands n stuffs then one day ur boss calls u to his office just to make u blow him off under the desk (о´∀`о)

-cockwarming him while his subordinate is giving a report bc the back of the chair is big enough to cover both of u and dazai’s voice maintains completely calm as u tries to conceal moans ♡

Dazai who makes you his secretary because he wants easy access....he doesn't even need one, Chuuya already takes care of most of your duties anyway. But he likes having a pretty little thing by his side, so nervous as they diligently take notes and rattle off figures. Things Dazai already knows, but he doesn't keep you around for that. Keeps sending you on errands so he can stare at your ass as you leave his office.

And oh,,,,sitting there while Chuuya (who knows Dazai well enough to smell bs) is giving him a report on shipments or something else unimportant, and Dazai is kneading your hips and resting his chin on your shoulder. Chuuya dragging his speech out too, and Dazai having a normal conversation with him like you're not clenching and dripping all over his cock. His voice doesn't even waver!

#asks.answered #chuuya.bsd #dazai.bsd #dazai x reader #dazai smut #beast!dazai

[kaeyx]

Thinking about pathetic dazai positioning himself above me just to eventually fall on top of me because he cant handle fucking me while standing up, poor babys so overstimulated when i ride him. (Who thought a slut like him couldn’t handle three itty bitty orgasms?) -🫙

Pathetic lovesick Dazai being so so so eager to fuck you no matter how many times you let him, rutting into you desperately and whining incoherently about how good you feel and how much he needs you. Cumming deep inside you but only taking a little break before asking if he can go again, using his own cum to fuck back into you until his balls are drained. Even then he doesn't want to stop, he doesn't try to pull his softening cock out of you and instead just hides in your shoulder and basks in the feeling of being so close to you.... only to start squirming and whining when you clench around him, grabbing his ass to make him keep moving because you're not satisfied.

Whining and sniffling pathetically because his dick is begging to hurt from overstimulation but he can't help but get hard again, panting harshly because he's getting tired now but you just tell him he's not done. Eventually collapsing on top of you when he cums for the third time, apologising because he really can't take any more, letting out a quiet little whine when you roll him over and sit on his thighs only to start playing with his soft cock, teasing it back to hardness even though it hurts. Slipping him right back inside and beginning to ride him, swatting his hands away when he tries to push against you. Dazai's head is fuzzy, squirming and curling his toes, his stomach flexing every time you tighten around him and milk another watery spurt of cum from him. You don't even need to tie him up, just use him to your heart's content, your own personal sex toy.

#dazai.bsd #dazai x reader #🫙 anon #hehe sub tops my beloveds

[kaeyx]

oml corruption and innocence kink 🔛🔝like imagine demon skk taking turns teaching naïve angel reader how to properly masturbate and showing them the ropes by guiding their hand bhdjkshsjaks they’d both enjoy the nervous, embarrassed expression on reader’s face when they experience their first orgasm 🥺 probably rlly clueless about their own anatomy so skk might have to tell them what their no-no parts are called

Ooooh hell yes, teaching them very slowly and carefully. Dazai sitting them comfortably in his lap, hooking his legs inside theirs to keep them spread. Sitting in front of a mirror so reader can see themselves. Slowly touching them with his hands first, then guiding theirs, teaching them how to finger themselves, how to rub their clit. Trying different things so he can learn what feels best at the same time as them. You don't like fingering? Let him pinch your clit. Two of your fingers is too little? Don't worry, his are bigger. Stroking up your thighs, along your labia, spreading your wetness all over because he loves watching it glisten when you squirm. Seeing if you like pain by giving you a little smack, then cupping your pussy and petting it gently as an apology.

Of course presenting Dazai with someone who's never cum, never even masturbated, is a very dangerous idea. Who's to say he'll ever teach them how to do that? No no darling, if you keep touching like that you'll hurt yourself. Yes he's sure, who's the demon here? You already came, and if you keep going that's called overstimulation, and that hurts. You don't want to rub your poor pussy raw, don't you? Exactly, just trust him. Pull away when you cum and wait until you calm down, it's what's good for you, it's the right way to do things. You should tell him when to stop touching you too, he doesn't want to hurt you on accident!

Just seeing you squirm and struggle and tell him to stop, denying yourself because you literally don't know any better, trusting him so foolishly and completely, it drives him insane. And you're so much easier to manipulate when you're always dripping down your legs, folding as soon as he traces your sex through your robes and agreeing to anything he says.

#sorry ik you asked about skk but i went full Dazai i love making him a fucked up little shit #asks.answered #dazai.bsd #dazai x reader #dazai smut #demon!skk #demon!dazai