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serapheemz · 7 months

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‗ ❍ Tease 🎏

SYNOPSIS: Osamu Dazai is one horny asshole ;

CW: rough sex, porn without plot, p in v sex ;

ADDITIONAL: this is just a filler, more coming soon. i needa get my shit together and actually properly write something 😭

Dazai loves teasing you. Every day, every hour, every second, he's at your ear, whispering nasty things.

It comes to a surprise when he stops being so mean while he's buried deep inside you. However, the teasing doesn't stop — you know that all too well. He's just nicer about it.

'A little more,' he coos, smiling softly as he hikes your legs up and bends them in half. Your reddened thighs press flush against your bite-littered chest, the mauve hickeys sting, the aftermath of his boredom exhibited on your chest.

Dazai's miserable, fighting the urge to just give in and fuck you already. His knuckles turn white from clutching the white sheets now muddled on that slinky mattress of yours. You're sure your neighbours are sick of the persistent commotion in your apartment, but you couldn't care less. Who could resist a man like Dazai? He has his way of charming people. It's magical, how with a few sweet glances and a dinner he could bribe you into bed with him.

...

Who are you kidding? You wanted this. You needed this.

At this point, he invites himself in with the spare key he stole, and when you're not home, he snoops around. It's annoying, but you can't stay mad at him for long.

His hips harshly hit yours, the impact has your head thrown back as you whine, over and over again.

Moments like this make you feel like you're addicted to the hotness that spreads through your body.

Dazai's cock slips past your entrance, hurriedly fills you up and pushes deep into you. He's messy. The reddened tip of his cock meets your cervix.

His thrusts are deep, angled, his tip kisses your walls after bruising them with how roughly he pressed into you.

He bucks your knees into your chest once more, fucks into you with such fervour you feel a spark flicker inside your abdomen.

It's a warning, he feels it. Of course he does, how could he miss it? The spark has its side effects; the continuous warmth in your tummy grows, it's about to break any second now. You know it will. You feel it. That's why your legs tense up, your skin explodes with heat once more.

'Shh, quiet.' Dazai runs his hands through your hair, brings your head against his, forehead to forehead, he leans in, closes the gap between the two of you, and you mewl. You mewl so softly when he does so. His eyes roll back and he thrusts deep inside, plunging and sliding in and out.

You'd be shocked at the strength he has. His calloused hands hold your hips down and your legs wrapped tight 'round his waist and he fucks you. He fucks you so good your tongue is lolling out your mouth and your lips tremble, your face is so flushed and your body burns with so much need.

You can feel him pulse inside you. All you think about is how big he is. He's sweaty, messy, and doesn't stop moving, not till you come over and over again, clamping down on his dick till you're numb and fucked out.

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serapheemz · 8 months

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YOU HAVE SUCH A FANCY THEME !! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ just wanted to send this before clicking off + read some of ur bsd writing for a little i loved it !! <3

AWWW, thank youu ! you're so sweet <3

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serapheemz · 8 months

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·˚ ༘ Loosen up!

Christmas is one of the only times of the year when you and Chuuya can slip away from everyone's sight so you can indulge in a 'romantic rendezvous'.

ADDITIONAL ; nothing besides making out and a TINYYY bit of suggestiveness

The Port Mafia is a horrifying place every day of the year besides Christmas.

It never really occurred to you how obsessive your boss is when it came to Christmas.

Mori, the biggest menace in the mafia, was a softie when it came to some celebration for children. Okay, maybe it made sense. He was one to really like kids (although his love for them always creeped the other mafia members out), so really, it's not as strange when you remember he does it to make his sweet little Elise happy.

Christmas meant a lot of things. It meant partying, booze, presents, but most importantly, it meant alone time with your all time favourite executive, Nakahara.

Nobody ever noticed, nobody. How you two sneaked off, quietly giggling and slipping into the mafia's gender neutral bathrooms to commit sins on such a jolly night.

Every Christmas you'd spend with the PM ended up with you scrutinising your surroundings, eyeing everyone carefully. And once you were absolutely sure that nobody would be paying attention, you'd pretend you're off to the bathroom, making sure Chuuya saw you go in and then followed close behind.

The door would shut quietly, Chuuya being mindful not to make too much noise. He would often push you against the sink, sometimes helping you to get on it.

There have been times when the two of you would get so lost in the kiss you wouldn't even notice the water still running. Every once in a while when that did happen you had to brainstorm ideas for excuses you could throw at your colleagues and boss as to why your ass and pants were soaking wet.

Today was the 25th of December. The day you awaited for so long. Ocassionaly you'd glance at Chuuya throughout work hours, anticipating that he'd catch you staring, hoping he'd understand why you were looking at him. And often times, he did. He'd look at you with the most sheepish of smiles he could come up with.

It was no time for reminiscing right now, though. Your fingers dug deep into his orange hair, lapping at the pink plush of his lips, sucking on the bottom half of it, your hands pulling harshly on his tie.

Chuuya was smitten with how your fingers curled around his tie, nearly ripping it off his neck. His knees buckled and his head tipped forward so he'd be able to catch your lips easier.

Executive Nakahara wasn't the type to long for intimacy. You knew him well. He worked closely with you, so you were well acquainted with his awkwardness when it came to physical touch.

Besides his explosive nature and rage inducing attitude — Nakahara was a pleasure to work with.

He was a great deal of help, although his help came with nasty remarks spat through gritted teeth. You associated him with an angry dog. It made it easier to view him as one because he was quick to vexation.

You'd often ponder if his 'strictly confidential make out sessions' with you equated to a way to let loose and spill his anger. And you weren't wrong.

He bit down hard on your lower lip, moving forward into your touch, nearly grinding against your leg.

It hurt — and you looked down at him, shifting around on the marble sink. Thank goodness the Port Mafia's bathroom was as clean and pristine as the moon. The cleaning ladies must've done a good job. You doubted they got paid little, too.

'Do they know?' your mind is perturbed by intrusive thoughts, inching close to Chuuya's chest to listen to his rapid heartbeat, pummelling against his ribcage, 'Do they know executive Y/n and Nakahara exchange spit in the bathrooms they clean?'

Those thoughts clouded your brain and caused you to worry. 'Wait. What if there were hidden cameras?' 'Anybody could walk in right now.' 'What if someone found us and reported it to the boss?'

The last was the one that had you most anxious. It was a terrific thought — just like your boss, Mori was a terrific man. And he stayed true to the rules he'd long established in the PM's contract that every member had to sign before becoming an official employee.

One of those rules read, 'Relationships between employees, especially of different ranks within the Port Mafia is strictly prohibited.'

But you had not entertained the notion of a romantic relationship with Chuuya; thoughts like these had yet to grace your imagination.

However, your contemplations were abruptly interrupted as Chuuya leaned in, pressing his flushed crimson lips tenderly against yours. In the gentle collision, your noses met, and his mouth ventured to graze the edges of yours, a sheepish smile playing upon his lips.

In response, you found yourself reclining against the ornate sink, your garments muddled upon the alabaster expanse of marble. Breathlessly, Chuuya withdrew, leaving a delicate thread of milky-hued saliva suspended in an arc, connecting your parted lips.

"Ah," he drew his breath, his chest heaved with need, "Fuck."

Carefully he entwined his fingers with yours, his gaze focused downward, avoiding the way you'd been scanning over his panting figure.

Then again, he'd lean in and lock his lips with yours, like a desperate dog.

Hidden beneath Chuuya's exterior, there was always a hint of mystery. Whenever you found yourselves alone, engaging in stolen kisses and other forbidden pursuits, you couldn't help but notice the nuances of his expression. In the Port Mafia, showing too much emotion or vulnerability was a grave offense, making his unguarded demeanor all the more intriguing.

Chuuya's furrowed brows, creating subtle wrinkles on his pale skin, and his restless hands seeking places to rest, often on your body, told a story of its own. As he pulled back, you caught a glimpse of a glint in his eyes, a plea for more affection, hidden behind his crimson flush.

Gently, you touched his cheek, guiding his gaze back to you. "Why are you looking away?" you asked with an innocent smile, fully aware of the answer. Chuuya had been tiptoeing on a tightrope, wary of revealing too much emotion, thanks to your imposing boss's intimidating stance on vulnerability – even while hosting a Christmas party with Mariah Carey's tunes.

His erratic breath and disheveled appearance contrasted with his usual composure. "Look at me," you softly urged, and Chuuya obeyed, much like a loyal companion. "I won't rat you out if you'd just let your guard down. It's Christmas."

Chuuya hesitated, struggling to articulate his thoughts. "I... I don't... I don't get it," he stammered.

"Don't pretend," you replied gently, encouraging him to let go and enjoy the moment. "Have some fun, show some emotion. We're breaking all the rules by making out in the bathroom, so what's a bit more vulnerability in this crazy organization?"

"True,"

You wrapped your arm around Chuuya's neck, pulling him closer, ensuring he saw the yearning in your eyes. It wasn't just about desire; it was about shared connection and unspoken understanding.

Luckily, Chuuya felt the same way.

#chuuya nakahara #bsd anime #bsd manga #bsd #bungou stray dogs #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #making out #christmas

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serapheemz · 8 months

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✧. 🍂 Annoyance

Irritability is the first word that comes to mind when you think of your co-worker, Dazai. Maybe it's time to get some revenge for the backhanded compliments he adores throwing your way.

CW ! choking, hair-pulling, dacryphilia, rough oral sex

EXTRAS ! bottom!Dazai, anal fingering, hand jobs

There's something so erotic about pure needy sex.

It has you huffing and puffing for more air, your lungs constricting and your fingers tightening their grip on the sheets with every moment that progresses.

It's all you think about nowadays.

Every day passes horribly slow and you become very exasperated. Everything and everyone nips and teases you, their voices dance and prance dumbly around your head and encompass your ears.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with your co-workers. Being a part of the Armed Detective Agency is a pleasure on most days, that's if your dumb co-worker, Dazai, isn't bothering you.

He's loudmouthed, horribly annoying with his mocks and dreadful pranks, and even bratty at times. He has this horrendous tendency to target you most days. It's when he knows you're tired and prone to annoyance.

There are so many things you hate about him.

He breathes loud in your ear on purpose, he steals your lunch and tries to feed it to you, he grabs your pens and pencils then drops them to the ground, says "Oopsie, sorry, Y/n!' and proceeds to flaunt his ass as he picks them up. He splashes water on you after he's done washing his gross hands, he randomly asks you idiotic questions that you have to answer, or he bugs you about them all day long.

There are so many things to hate.

But so many others to love.

Dazai can be very bittersweet at times. He likes to arbitrarily compliment you. On every morning this week, he made sure to make at least one ambiguous flattering remark.

You walked into the Agency on Monday. Coincidentally, you bumped into him as you opened the door to enter your office.

He wailed ironically, putting a hand over his forehead and groaning dramatically, saying how he 'didn't mean to bump into you. What a coincidence!' when you very clearly heard him get up and cackle before placing himself behind the door, in big hopes of bumping into you. So, it was very intentional.

This Wednesday he said your top made you look almost as pretty as the café waitress and gave you a funny wink which Atsushi nervously giggled at.

Finally, it was Friday, and he didn't spare you any time in the morning.

Dazai grinned from ear to ear, his pride already glazing his lips and tongue before he even opened his mouth to give you another backhanded compliment.

"Someone tried to look good today. You got a date or something? Lucky youuuu! Not so sure about them, though."

You remember giving him a death glare, one that he'd remember all his life. The indignation in your eyes was probably more traumatizing than his time spent in the Port Mafia.

He continued to make mindless comments about you, to you. It felt utterly ridiculous, but you had no idea if you were supposed to take them as an insult or compliment. Perhaps both, because Dazai has a certain skill he's learned over the years, and that's to get you feeling bothered even with the most random of words.

He's a confusing guy and he loves to make you feel confused about your own self, too. How the hell did that make you feel flattered, needy, and angry at the same time, you had not a clue.

You're not even sure if he does it on purpose, to mess with you. He's an intelligent man, maybe he knows of your sexual frustration, maybe he can feel it gnawing in your aura whenever he passes by you and he's only doing this to drive you to the point of utter debauchery.

How conspicuous.

You don't care anymore though, not when you have him whimpering as you fingered him open, your non-dominant hand holding a fistful of his hair, prettily messy all over his pillow.

His dick ached for friction, that's why he'd involuntarily and subconsciously thrust his hips up, in an attempt to gain some sort of attention.

It made you barbarically happy seeing him beg and whine, claw and gnaw at your hand that held his hair so damn tight it was beginning to render him lightheaded.

"Keep begging like a bitch, maybe then I'll consider it."

"Puh-pleaaaaaseeee-uhhh..." he cried, the burning sensation of your fingers pressing and rubbing his g-spot made his toes curl in delight. Such delight he'd never felt before or even knew of.

Your grip on his hair loosened and you brought him up to meet your gaze. The saccharine pleading look in his eyes spoke millions, yet his mouth was only babbling phrases he couldn't even comprehend.

It was only a matter of time before he began to shed tears over his pretty, rosy cheeks, and you showed no mercy for the pounding pain that reveled in his head.

"Y/nnn," he dragged, trying to convince you to touch him more, "It-It's huurthhinggg... pleaaaseee..."

Your eyes bored holes into his own. The fat, crocodile tears that started out simply as small streaks slid down his glowy cheeks, dripping down his chin and onto the slinky mattress you were deforming using your combined body weights.

It was hard not to give in to what he was pleading for. It was even harder seeing him so disheveled and ruined already. Truly, you had no idea you'd have him reduced to nothing but a whimpering mess from just a bit of dicking around.

You freed your fingers, gently wiping off the excess lube on his thigh and slowly moving them upward, encasing them around his throat and pushing down lightly on the two pressure points. It had him in a frenzy, arching his hips up back into your hands, silently begging.

He was harder than you'd expected. He even hissed when you smooched the head of his pretty dick. Dazai twitched at the sight, he bucked his hips in the air and thrusted into your hand. You pushed him back onto the bed, using your weight to hold him down and keep him from moving too much.

The atmosphere went from rough and suffocating to sensual and tactile.

Dazai's eyebrows raised in astonishment at the feeling of your tongue running down his vein and licking a stripe back up his cock. It was so erotic watching your lips tease him when he ached for some more action.

He mumbles something incomprehensible and quickly his vision flickers. He opens his mouth and he trembles, his thighs clench around your arms, but you push them back, allowing yourself more space to reward him for his patience.

"G-Gonna!-" he cut himself off and throbbed in your hand. The release that pent up inside him finally spilled out along with a string of whiny moans. He's shaking, nearly convulsing and shuddering with every drop of cum that dribbles down on your hand.

You move in, craning your head over his. Your lips are close and you don't take your eyes off his.

He looks desperate, and needy for a sign of reassurance from you. He's tired, scruffy, drained.

You don't say a single word and lean down to kiss the side of his nose, humming melodically to soothe his heart.

"...Are you gonna keep annoying me after this?"

"Mmm, no. Not if you agree to have more fun with me in the future." he smirks weakly.

Your lips part, but you again, stay silent for a moment. You thought things over. Maybe hooking up with Dazai once in a while wouldn't be horrible.

"Yeah, sure. Just don't act like a brat tomorrow."

Dazai closed his eyes, happily humming and sighing. It was a very nice sight. He was really pretty. Those brown locks fell perfectly over his face and on the pillows underneath his head.

You plopped next to him. It was dead silent as if time had stopped. You look over at Dazai, and instead of being engulfed by that burning annoyance, you melt. Maybe the annoying bit of his personality was crucial to making you like him, too.

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serapheemz · 9 months

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⋆⑅˚₊ 🃏 Fuck you

Nikolai's thighs are something you never thought you'd find yourself fantasizing about. You didn't realize it until he came to you with the request to get off on them.

ADDITIONAL : Riding ; PWP ? ; Love/Hate relationship ; Friends with Benefits ; Dirty talk ; Nikolai is a bit of a bitch !

You weren’t wrong to assume Nikolai was a pervert when you first started being 'friends'.

He was a very confusing man. Acting dumb and innocent at times and then being completely different in private was his way of making you crave him.

Your relationship is just as complicated as his persona, though.

Around others, Nikolai was nothing but friendly, often bothering others with his antics, tricks, and quizzes, but otherwise, nothing short of a normal member of the Decay of Angels (although you weren’t sure if you could even call a DoA member normal). In the comfort of his room, however, he would reveal all of his hidden fantasies and desires, only for you to argue around a little bit and then finally give in to his nagging.

It’s not like you didn’t want to pursue him, no, that wasn’t the case. You just wanted to save your dignity, and he wasn’t making it easy. Especially with the request he’d come to you with today.

During dinner, Nikolai swept his feet in the vicinity of your chair, bending over to whisper something into your ear that’d leave you burning, worked up, and tense.

‘I’m gonna have you ride my thighs till you can't cum no more.’ were the last words he spoke to you that evening.

It wasn’t unlike him to dirty talk or whisper nasty stuff into your ear while you were in a public setting, but for some reason the way he said it this time made you bite your lip and clench your thighs together. Never had his voice had such an impact on you. Never had it thrown you into a delirious state.

So, yeah, it was definitely his tone of voice that won you over instantly. Words rolled off his tongue better than anybody else’s, and sure, you might be biased since you two are oh-so-close, but that didn’t change the fact that he was very skilled with that tongue of his (in more ways than one).

Soon enough, you helped Nikolai fulfill his fantasy.

You latched onto his neck, burying your head deep into it, inhaling the sweet fragrance that had you wetter than ever. It had never even occurred to you that Nikolai smelled so good and that thought and feeling alone, of being drowned in his luscious scent made your lips part in an attempt to let out a silent moan, whimpering his name as he brought his hand up, gently stroking her hair, twiddling it between his fingers, pulling it back causing you to whine from the slight pain.

Your hips began to stutter, you sighed, feeling the chaffing between your clit and the material of his pants spurt into a fiery pit that got your tongue nearly lolling out of your mouth.

"Ow... Kolya, fuck - it hurts..."

The man did nothing but chuckle, continuing his prolonged glare whilst your hips fought to not give out, to not stop, since you were so close to your orgasm. Your hips slowed down and you mumbled something inconceivable.

Nikolai, however, didn't like that. He grabbed your face, holding you by your chin, fingers digging into your supple skin, leaving red markings across, "Don't stop." He spat, a huge grin painting itself on his face.

You groaned, trying to readjust yourself on his thigh before he slapped and pinched your own thigh, his other hand wrapping his fingers around your throat, applying slight pressure to two points of your neck which soon had you feeling lightheaded. Your head spun as your hips refused to give up, still chasing your high, but it was so damn hard. Your pained and tired expression no longer amused Nikolai, already bored and marginally feeling bad for you, he couldn't sit still and watch as you painfully dragged your hips. The repeated action was boring him out of his mind!

Nikolai's lips wandered across yours, ghosting, teasing you. The hand that had landed that harsh slap on your thigh now kneading the red skin, caring for the stinging pain.

"Aren't you tired~?" He mused, moving towards your earlobe, then to your jawline, sprinkling his tender kisses all over.

You nodded, your hands roaming across his bi-colored suit, "Yeah, so tired... Help me out? Please?"

"Ask nicely."

"Pretty please, Kolya? I promise I'll do anything after! Anything, really." Your imploring was so sweet, voice so syrupy to his ears. He knew you had your way with words around him, he knew you knew how much of an impact your voice had on him.

He bit and sucked a hickey into your neck before landing his other hand on your hip, dropping it from your neck to the pliable plush of your ass. The sight of you begging him to help you out got him hot and bothered, and the fact that you promised him to do anything he desired if he would just help you get off got his heart and cock throbbing, a combo he never thought he'd ever feel for anybody.

Nikolai's hands pressed your hips against the rough material of his pants, giggling as you hissed from the friction, leaving you gasping with the way he dragged your hips up and down, leaning in to kiss your gaped lips.

Hands grabbed onto the collar of his shirt, stuttering and letting your hands meander to his hair, gripping the soft tufts that stuck out messily.

The aftershocks of your high had your back arching and hole clenching around absolutely nothing while you whined into his ear.

"Fuck, fuck fuck fuck!-" You practically yelled out, mewling into his ear when he let go of your hips, the rough grasp he had now slowly dissipating into nothing but more neediness. "Nikolai..." You tried to find the right words to use, one of your hands meandering from his white hair to his aching dick, untouched, chafing against the coarse fabric of his pants.

“Take these off, will you?” You spoke quietly, softly too, having trouble maintaining your straight posture whilst straddling his thigh.

He wasted no time pushing you off to unbuckle his belt, toss it onto the cold floor, and throw himself against the soft plush of the mattress, dipping into the warmth and pulling you in along with him, close and personal.

His obedience made you smirk.

Your eyes searched his, trying to find the least bit of humanity in him. Was he going to torture you today, too? Make you beg for it? You weren’t sure, and you had no idea whether you hated or loved that idea.

“You’re gonna ride two things today.”

He snickered. That fucking bitch.

His words made you feel dirty in just the right way. That sentence alone made you raise your hand and slap his face, a red mark sown across his pale skin. Nikolai bit his bottom lip, softly moaning at the impact before pulling you in for a soft kiss, staring into your eyes as if he were begging for something more from you. You gave him nothing, though, only raising your head.

Your arms supported your weight perfectly, your breath was hot and heavy with every pant you huffed. Nikolai took note of your lewd state. If it wasn't his empathy shining through when he slipped his pants and undergarments off, pressing his pretty pink tip against your exposed stomach, you had no idea what it was.

You almost stopped to stare at him in confusion. Wasn't he gonna at least try and make you beg?

You almost missed it, that glimmer he had in his eyes.

Was he... needy? You couldn't tell. Not until he gasped slightly when your hands ran down his shaft and back up to his flushed tip.

It shouldn't have been so surprising to you that Nikolai wanted and needed you. Usually, you were the one who was dazed out of your mind, not him. Spending nights with him always meant one of two things;

You either got utterly humiliated right after you'd finished or in the morning.

Nikolai loved to tease you, to embarrass you in front of your co-workers. It was like his love language! And it made you seethe and loathe his presence. You swore you would get revenge one day for the shit he subjected you to, but it was so hard not to give into him when he pleasured you so good it had you seeing white by the time your orgasm hit.

For some reason, he seemed way touchier today, though. You were careful to not accidentally fall into some trap of his by trusting him too much, but now it was evident. Nikolai wasn't playing with you when his lips formed into a pout, eyes silently imploring you to ride his pretty cock.

The sight of his sudden submissiveness shocked you to your core but in such a good way.

You pressed your palm to his cheek, leaning in to plant a kiss on his red lips. Your tongue swirled around his, pulling back only to slam back in.

You backed him up against the headboard, forcing him to sit up and look you deep in your eye as you sunk onto his dick.

It was a challenge just doing so without instantly moaning since the way he stretched you out was so good. The burning sensation once again pinched your body, your hips now finally against his again as he bottomed out inside you.

The feeling of being balls deep in you made Nikolai arch his back.

You sighed as you slowly leaned against him, pressing your hands into his shoulders and using that as support for leverage, pulling yourself up and then slamming back down onto him.

You'd lie if you said it wasn't painful, your noises escaping you. One of your hands freed itself from his shoulder, clasping against his mouth and confining his own sounds.

It drove you crazy seeing him like this. His unkempt hair stuck to his forehead, his eyes droopy and stared into yours with lust brewing deep in them, his cheeks flushed and covered with sweat.

You brushed his bangs up, exposing his forehead, to which you pressed a sweet kiss. Underneath your hands, his mouth let out a breathy whimper, the gentle action had his dick throbbing in you.

"See, it doesn't hurt to be submissive once in a while, Niko." You tipped your head onto his shoulder again, hand still covering his mouth. It's like he was fighting to be quiet, to not fully give in to you, although he was wildly enjoying this. "Fuck..."

You closed your eyes and felt his hips stall before snapping into yours. Nikolai maffled something followed by another whimper. You smiled to yourself, getting up slightly to kiss his shoulder and then move onto his neck.

"Be quiet." Your voice rang in his ears.

Your hand slid off his mouth, now resting on his chest as you pushed his blouse open, mouth latching on the exposed skin as soon as you had the chance to.

"Сука... That feels good..." He cussed, his hands rested on your hips once more, his own picking up a pace of their own. Although slow, he pushed and dragged your hips against him, helping you ride out both your orgasms.

It wasn't long before he started mumbling and his moans got louder, despite you asking him to stay quiet. He thrusted up, painting your walls white as he finished deep inside you, urging you to come on his dick. Your orgasm washed over you, having your back arched and your mouth gaped, you came right on his dick.

"Hngh..." You moaned as you finished, melting into his warm touch.

The encounter was unexpected, to say the least. Your arms wrapped around Nikolai's torso and you rolled off his cock, laying down beside him and engulfing him in your warmth.

Silence filled the room, and you couldn't help but run a hand down to Nikolai's thighs, pressing it between his legs, and smiling at the warmth.

Nikolai's eyes fluttered shut before opening wide again when you spoke.

"You should really sub more, it's nice when you don't make fun of me at the end."

"I thought you liked it when I teased you." You could hear the smirk in his voice. His tone was smug as hell as if he wasn't the one who was whimpering just a few seconds ago. It made you pull him to face you, grabbing him by his cheeks and forcing him to stare you down.

"I do, but keep that shit in the bedroom. I don't want the others to know we're having sex."

Nikolai grinned, quickly stealing a kiss from your lips, "You scared someone will think we're dating?"

"That's not the problem."

"What is it then?"

"Do you really have to tell everyone how much I love your dick?"

"Obviously!"

"Fuck you."

"Too late for that."

With those words, he instantly fell asleep, as if you had turned him off or something.

You watched as he snored, drooling comically onto your pillows. You grimaced, "...Fuck you." You murmured again, but this time with a warm smile tugging on your lips.

Maybe nights spent with your perverted friend Nikolai weren't so bad.

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serapheemz · 9 months

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₊˚ 🥥 Sweetheart !

Dazai is one mischievous bitch. Especially in bed.

ADDITIONAL : Fingering ; Praise kink ; Cunnilingus ; Petnames ; Reader is AFAB .

Is it just me who thinks Dazai is stupidly good with his fingers and tongue?

Just imagine being sat on his dumb, slinky mattress, legs spread wide open, cunt soaking wet and his tongue poking and prodding at your clit. He's licking fat stripes up between your folds, gracefully looking up at your fucked-out face.

The bandages that encased his arms now lay muddled on the bed as he held your thighs in place, the pads of his thumbs pushing into your skin.

"Don't move too much, 'kay?" He whispered against your flushed skin. "D'you want me to use my fingers?"

God your stomach twisted every time he asked you things with such a benign tone of voice. It made you aggressively nod and beg for him to just finger-fuck you already, mind dazzled by the idea of coming on his digits.

It was his fingers that made you ache. Something about his hands in general got you drooling and thinking impure things. Now he had his fingers up to your mouth, looking at you as if begging you to open up. And God, when you did, he groaned softly, watching your tongue lather his digits with your spit.

"Coat 'em, sweetheart, just like that." He cooed, carefully eyeing you as your lips left them with a loud 'pop!' and met his eyes.

Words could not describe how great it felt having him finally inside you, one finger grazing your walls, biting his lip at how your cunt swallowed him. It wasn't much time before he added another one, experimentally curling them to check how you'd react.

"God, Dazai..." You sighed, lolling your head back. He merely chuckled, leaning down again to press a messy smooch to your clit that sent shockwaves throughout your body.

He reached a hand up as he licked and sucked the bundle of nerves, fingers lightly pushing against that soft spot inside you that had you already babbling and warm all over.

"Feel good?"

"Very."

He'd only hummed in response, diving back into your cunt with a hunger in his eyes, deliciously licking your slick and kissing over your skin, fingers now fucking you closer to your orgasm.

Your lips would quiver as you moaned mystifying phrases that Dazai couldn't even process as he ate you out, lavishly bringing you to your edge, his nose lingering on your clit as you finished right on his fingers and tongue.

How smug he looked when you two met eye-to-eye, bringing his lips to your own.

"Good job."

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‧₊˚🖇️✩ His home

The relationship between you and the Sky Casino manager grows wildly to the point you feel as if you had to give into your desires.

ADDITIONAL : Sigma is a bottom ; There's some praise kink sprinkled in there ; First time ; Handjob ; Blowjob ; Gentle sex ; Mind break, kinda ?

Author's note : This is a really short drabble, around 800 words, apologies for not writing a full on oneshot today as I'm feeling pretty icky 🤧

Sigma is and has always been a gentle soul.

You caught yourself being infatuated by him. It could've easily been because he was the only sane member of the Decay of Angels, but deep down you felt it was because his loneliness made your heart sting and your stomach tingle with excitement.

He was one to easily break, and willingly surrender, unlike your colleagues. It was a nice change of pace when you were around him, to say the least.

Whenever Nikolai's or Fyodor's etiquette and actions got to your head, annoying the hell out of you, you'd find yourself hanging around him.

It never occurred to you until recently that he'd become rather attached to you.

Every day he'd discover a new way to be around you. He didn't even need to talk or look at you. His heart fluttered from just sharing the same sofa or bench as him.

You knew of his longing for a home. You guessed he had found it.

You were his home.

You thought of those words one night, replaying them in your head over and over again, and for some reason, your cheeks turned scarlet and your heart beat melodiously in your chest. You had just about forgotten Sigma's head was resting on your shoulder as he peacefully breathed, slowly, in and out, seemingly smiling. Perhaps he was dreaming of something nice.

You couldn't contain your enthusiasm when you heard him softly moan your name in his sleep.

Nevertheless, when he woke up, things took a more sinister turn.

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You pumped your hand around his thrumming shaft, spitting a glob of your saliva and watching it drip down to his balls, where your hands gently fondled.

Only god knows what Sigma was thinking in the moment. His eyes were half-lidded, clouded in lust, his hands gripping the pillow underneath his palm. You swore he was in a state of delirium as you worked your hands around and down his dick.

"You okay?" You spoke, lips latched on his tip, tongue circling it, feeling the crevices.

God, you were destroying the poor guy.

Your touches and kisses to his cock sent terrifyingly pleasurable tremors down his spine, to his stomach where he felt another orgasm coil up and break him down further.

He mumbled and looked away, desperately searching for an object to fixate his attention on, just not you. It wouldn't work, of course. He found himself unable to control his whines anymore, letting them spill and spill from his lips till all you could make out were his begs to come.

"Y-yes, 'm fine... co-com...in..." He sputtered, hand clasping against his mouth.

Obviously, you wouldn't let him do that, not when he was so close to finishing. You slowly raised yourself on your two feet, meeting him at eye level, carefully removing his hand and holding it in your own.

"Look at me, sweetheart." You whispered and he whined, listening cautiously to your words. "You gotta calm down, okay? Hold my hand." He gripped it, trying to ground himself as your hands heightened their speed, squeezing ever so gently around the base of his cock.

"Y-yes, uh-huh...?"

"I know you wanna come, so lay back, you're tense. You'll hurt yourself if you don't relax."

Sigma did exactly as you told him. What a good boy he was. You swore you felt a pang in your heart when you saw how obedient he was, listening to you and following your orders like some sort of dog. It was all too cute.

He leaned back on the bed, giving you space to inch closer to him and inspect his face. His cheeks were hot pink and there was sweat sticking to his bi-colored bangs.

You swiped the hair out of his eyes, leaning in to press a long kiss to his forehead as he stuttered, eyes rolling back into his skull.

The feeling of your body pressed up against his had him back in his delirious state, causing his hips to rock subconsciously into your hands, fucking himself against the fingers you had wrapped around him so deliciously.

"Y/n, o-oh god..." He stuttered, breath catching in his throat.

"Come on, pretty, you can do this..."

"Gonna- Gonna c-c-" Sigma threw his head back, hips giving out from the intense euphoria that washed over him like a wave of pleasure. The sweet aftershocks of his orgasm caused him to frown and hiss as you leaned down to lick the creamy fluids that slid down his shaft.

His eyes held wide and his hands shuddered as they weakly gripped yours. The mere sight of you licking the cum off his dick made him hard again. He sighed, mumbling something under his breath,

"...Can we do that again?"

You looked up at him, eyes sparkling with excitement, "Sure, anything for you."

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ִ ࣪♫₊ Both of you (at the same time)

With a few lingering touches from Nikolai and some eye-fucking type of stares from Fyodor, you're reduced to nothing but a sweaty, moaning, needy mess.

CW : Reader uses pronouns they/them for gender neutral purposes ; Nikolai and Fyodor kinda degrade and praise at the same time? ; Rough sex ! (*´꒳`*)

Being trapped with the Decay of Angels sucked.

Words could not describe the anguish you felt every time you heard Nikolai's annoying ass scream at the top of his lungs, or see the malicious plans that Fyodor had in mind, displayed across thousands of papers you and the rest of the organization had to read.

Sometimes, you didn't mind, though.

Yes, life truly was abhorrent around them, and whilst you despised hearing and seeing them every day, you still garnered an inkling, a sparkle in your eye and heart each time you saw Nikolai and Fyodor.

Which proved to be weird since you didn't feel the same way around Sigma, Bram or Fukuchi.

Just yesterday, during breakfast hours, you found yourself gazing and admiring the two men. The devil, Dostoevsky, was deep in thought, as usual, and the clown kept on blabbering about nonsense without ever needing to stop and rest his tongue. Truly, you had no clue why you'd been behaving this way. You genuinely thought it was your eyes deceiving you. Why were they looking extra handsome today?

You ran your fingers through your disheveled morning hair, eyes peeled as to understand what was so damn alluring about the men in front of you. Your tea was getting cold, and your food was getting stale, which Sigma wasn't appreciative of. He eyed you down, furrowing his eyebrows at your dazed look.

"Y/n, your food's getting cold, and I don't plan on making you another plate."

The sudden ring of his voice woke you up from your daydream. You nodded and apologized to Sigma. It was really rude of you to let your food go to waste, especially after he prepared it for everybody with so much 'love' and 'care'.

Then Nikolai glanced at you, catching your hectic expression, nearly giggling at the sight of how red your cheeks had become.

You'd be a fool if you thought they didn't notice your fixed leer on them these past few days and you'd be an even bigger fool to think they didn't take full advantage of it.

It started with simple touches.

During the day and meetings, Fyodor had instructed Nikolai to tease you in a way that'd drive you mad, and Nikolai chose subtle touches as his torture method. Randomly, especially during the morning, he'd graze his hands against yours, but not enough to make it seem intentional. Other times he'd 'accidentally' bump into your side, but what got you over the edge was the hugs that lingered a few seconds too long and his hand placement.

Often, you found Nikolai's hands glide over your back and onto your rear for only a few moments, before pulling back around your torso.

It wasn't out of the ordinary for Nikolai to hug people. He often did so, without asking a lot of the time, too, but the way he hugged you, made you feel delirious with how warm and nice his arms felt around you.

However, it didn't stop there.

Not only was Nikolai on your ass, Fyodor was too.

Fyodor was never really one to be touchy with people, unlike his partner Nikolai. He was a reserved man, so his choice of torment was inflicted on you through his prolonged ogle.

You've never felt so naked while being fully clothed, and it was all because of Dostoevsky's eyes regularly undressing you. You'd be lying if you said it wasn't exciting feeling his eyes observe your every move. It felt so... exhilarating.

It wasn't long before you broke under their bewitching spell, their charisma proving very handy to lure you right into their trap.

And what a nice trap it was.

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Fyodor's fingers tangled and detangled your hair, burying them deep in and massaging your temples as you struggled to take his cock in your mouth.

"My, what a good bitch we've got on our hands, haven't we, Mykola?" He addressed to his friend, whose hands playfully squeezed your cheeks, causing you to struggle and moan, sending vibrations around the raven-haired male's dick.

Nikolai's hips pressed hard against yours, holding them down on his lap as your tongue swirled and your spit drizzled down Fyodor's tip.

"Look at Nikolai behind you. Isn't he making you feel good?" Fyodor grasped your chin, gently pulling your mouth and lips off his dick and forcing your head to look back at the white-haired man.

You nodded frantically, leaning back into Nikolai's chest as you puffed and coughed for more air. The heat in the room was latching onto your skin, sweat beads forming on your forehead and trickling down to your crimson cheeks.

You squealed as Nikolai pushed himself deeper inside, your walls squeezing him tightly as he groaned, " So fucking tight..." He snickered and ran a hand alongside your sweaty figure, feeling every fissure and bit of your body against his palm.

Fyodor sat down in front of you, grabbing one of your legs and yanking it on his shoulder. There was this mischievous glimmer in his eyes you couldn't ignore and you soon found out what he had in plan for you.

With the help of Nikolai and the support of a wall, they used their shared leverage to their advantage.

Fyodor's hands grazed the back of your ass, coming down to land a smack against it before rubbing the reddened mark. His lips pecked your nape, now having switched positions with Nikolai. You stared, breathing heavily as Nikolai slowly pushed inside you again, the familiar feeling of his cock warming up your insides and causing you to tip your head over to the side, rolling your eyes back. You whimpered at the feeling of it hitting that same spot that made your back arch, the pleasure so immaculate it caused you to squirm and gasp.

"You're so in love with Mykola's dick, how about mine, hm?" Fyodor whispered into your ear, kissing your earlobe as if he was asking you something you were too far gone to comprehend and answer on the spot. Thankfully, Nikolai's rough slap against your cheek woke you up to your senses.

"Uh huh, please... I want you both, please."

The men exchanged glances as they heard your request.

Smiling, Fyodor smooched your shoulder, his lips leaving you yearning for more. Nikolai's grip on you increased and he pressed his own lips into yours, swirling his tongue around them, urging them open, and of course, you gave into his silent implore, letting the man in front of you do as he pleased with your mouth, feeling every part of it, how warm and wet it felt and how your plush lips quivered every time you'd let out another slutty moan.

Your head staggered back into Fyodor's as he slowly entered you. A pained expression painted itself on your face as you gasped and whined.

"Fuck- fuckin' hurts... Colya, Fedya...! "

But, they didn't stop.

Fyodor pressed on inside of you, stretching you out as Nikolai attempted at thrusting again, causing you to groan at the growing ache and burn Fyodor was inflicting on you. Your eyes welled up in tears and Nikolai watched them dribble on your cheeks before kissing and whirling his tongue around the saltiness sprinkled across.

"You keep bitching about how bad it hurts but haven't even asked us to stop." Nikolai moaned and moved his lips to your own.

God, that burning sensation felt fucking delightful, but you couldn't bring yourself to admit it or say anything, not while Fyodor and Nikolai were both inside of you, at the same time. It took everything in your willpower to stop you from wailing their names and creaming on their cocks already.

You gripped Nikolai's hair, pushing your lips further into his, kissing him so hard he felt his dick throb deep in you, right against that spot that made your vision go flurry.

"So wet, just for us..." Fyodor mused, "Does that feel good, baby?"

"F-Fuck yes, it does..." You groaned as your lips left Nikolai's. "Oh my fucking God, please move already!"

"Don't speak the Lord's name in vain, especially not right now." Fyodor's voice turned into a displeased one for a mere moment, scolding you for your disobedience, however, that only made you clench harder around him, your mouth dropping into an 'o'.

Nikolai let out a near-insane laugh as he fucked himself into you, his dick grazing Fyodor's, earning a pleasured sigh out of him. The feeling of the two of them inside you made your stomach churn with butterflies, aggressively flapping their wings. You felt so fucking full it hurt but in such a good way...

The type of hurt you chased, trying desperately to bounce yourself on their cocks to gain some more friction. The burning sensation you once felt was agonizing now subsided into something so erotic it dragged a damn near pornographic moan out of you as Nikolai hunched his head into your neck, kissing down it before moving back up and sucking an arduous hickey into your svelte skin.

Fyodor muttered phrases that you could barely process, but the ones that did go through your brain and were understood were thinning the line between praising and degrading.

"So fucking good, what a good slut you are..."

And Nikolai chimed in with his own plaudit, "You're made for this dick, fuck..."

The otherwise vulgar, wicked words they uttered would've made your skin crawl in any other situation, but now it was only fueling the burning desire to be rougher, faster, more passionate.

You begged and pleaded the two of them would increase their speeds, and maybe fuck you with more fervor, but you had no idea Fyodor's thrusts would knock the air out of you.

You gasped and felt yourself tighten around them, eyes rolling back into your skull as you fell into a deep embrace with Nikolai, reduced to a stuttering and moaning mess in his arms as Fyodor smirked from behind you, winking at Nikolai who grabbed your hair and pulled you back, forcing your eyes to meet his.

"Gotta look into my eyes when you come."

With those words, you felt like you had lost yourself in euphoria, stumbling back onto Fyodor's torso and searching for a part of him you could grasp onto while your orgasm shattered you.

It took a few moments for you to clear your murky vision of the fog that had garnered up in your eyes.

"Came so good they nearly passed out."

"Mhm." Fyodor hummed in approval.

Nikolai flicked your forehead once before smirking at you. "You have no idea how fucked out you look! I wish I could take a picture and remind you every single day." He frowned and Fyodor chuckled behind you, leisurely helping you down onto your feet.

"Don't poke fun at them too hard, they might cry." Fyodor held back a snicker.

The moment your feet hit the cold ground you hissed, stumbling over to the bed in front of you and planting yourself face-first into it.

Your head was spinning and your entire body was on fire.

"What the hell did you two fuckers do to me...?"

"Don't pretend you don't remember." Fyodor approached you silently, gently patting and brushing your hair with his slim fingers. The mattress underneath you dipped as the two of them sat down, the clown lazily threw himself next to you, lying down and smirking at your exhausted expression.

Your eyelids grew heavy, your breathing slowed and you closed them eventually, letting rest take over you. Guess getting fucked so good had you sleeping better because the next thing you knew, it was morning and the sun was already shining.

Your eyes squinted as the beams of rays gently caressed them, pulling you out of your peaceful slumber. What time was it...?

You lazily whipped your head around to look at the vintage clock situated on the bedside table next to you. Despite being in bold letters you could not distinguish the numbers displayed on it. Perhaps it was sleep still lingering on your eyelashes.

Just then you realized something that knocked the drowsiness out of you.

"No fucking way I fell asleep in a room alone with those two bastards." You grumbled to yourself and rolled over, kicking Nikolai's bedsheet sheets off you and groggily getting up on your two feet.

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Breakfast was utterly humiliating.

You felt awkward even just walking out of Nikolai's room, but you hadn't noticed something when you looked in the mirror earlier.

Lovebites scattered across your neck and collarbones, marking every place Nikolai and Fyodor decided they wanted to make love to yesterday.

If it weren't for Sigma's flushed expression, trying to look away and hold his tongue, you wouldn't have noticed till later, you could've gone out like that during a mission, and neither Fyodor nor Nikolai would've said anything whatsoever. You might be wondering, why?

Because they love watching you get embarrassed.

"Y/n... your neck... are you okay?" Sigma asked, concerned. "You look like you got mauled by a bear."

"Actually, I got mauled by two, at the same time."

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serapheemz · 9 months

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Sweeter than sake

In which you and Dazai are close co-workers.

Perhaps you had no idea what you were getting yourself into, perhaps you did, however, the outcome was certainly pleasant.

You had no idea that sharing a drink with him would end up with you sprawled out on his bed, legs spread wide open and shaking whilst he worked his fingers inside of you.

The way they hit just the right mushy spots deep in you had you gushing and squirting on them as you mumbled and begged him to stop his teasing. Your requests would fall on deaf ears, because no matter the circumstances, he wouldn't stop and move on, not unless he thought you were ready.

Dazai's bangs fell over his eyes as his other arm propped him up, letting you gaze upon his beauty all the while he fucked his digits in and out of you, neglecting your throbbing clit and teary eyes.

And just when you thought you'd finish, he instantly pulled his fingers out, watching your already fucked out face morph into one of pure disappointment.

"Why'd you stop...?" You whined, your voice dragged out in an attempt to make him feel the least bit of guilt, but all he did was smile.

That smile. It made your stomach twist with butterflies. Every day, on every mission, you'd subconsciously stare at that pretty smile, end up getting distracted and then scolded by Fukuzawa later on, but it was so worth it.

Dazai couldn't help but chuckle at the sight in front of him, "I'll give you what you want if you tell me exactly what you want me to do to you."

God damn it.

The embarrassment you felt was only fueling your arousal.

You tried to wait it out, but the few seconds in which you kept your mouth shut and eyes sealed felt like an eternity for you. Your cunt ached to be touched, and your thighs felt like they were on fire from the need to have Dazai's hands rubbing and kneading them.

It was excruciating.

"...Want you to touch me." Your voice was barely above a whisper.

"I can't hear you."

"...I want you to ... touch me."

"Louder."

Dazai's ministrations made your situation ten times worse, because no matter how vaguely or how quietly you said it, it didn't suffice.

"I want you to touch me."

"Really? Where?"

"Thighs..." You mumbled, "My thighs, please, touch them..."

Dazai only obeyed your plea. Despite his want to continue pestering and teasing you, he felt a tinge of guilt prick his heart when he saw how you'd pout whenever you told him what you wanted, how you looked at him with glossy eyes and spoke with that lustful voice of yours, begging for his hands and fingers. It drove him insane, so he gave in.

His touches didn't satisfy you, though. You were still longing for something, and he knew what all too well.

But he wouldn't give it to you, not unless he heard you beg for it.

His hands caressed your thighs, pressing his thumbs into the soft plush of them and leaning in to press a chaste kiss to the skin. His tongue danced around the places where he had previously smooched, teeth grazing them, sending shivers down your spine with every millimeter he'd get closer and closer to your cunt.

Why was it you felt so damn needy when it was him who was offering you pleasure?

You weren't like this with any of the other people you had slept with in the past, and now that you were thinking about it, this encounter was far more intimate.

With the way Dazai carefully nipped at your skin, how his hands reached up and grasped your breasts, kissing the space between them, licking and suckling on your sensitive nipples. It had your head reeling, your heart racing, and your cunt soaked.

There was a glint of neediness in his eyes every time he looked up at you, too. He knew what you wanted, and he was willing to give it to you if you would just use your words.

"...Dazai." You close to stammered his name out.

"Hm?"

"I need you to... make me feel good, please."

"Aren't I already doing that?" He snickered.

You whined again, feeling yourself grow impatient as he acted dumb. You knew he knew. Why wouldn't he just give it to you?

"Ghhngh, you know what I want..." You furrowed your eyebrows.

"I don't, so please, do tell."

Enough was enough, you weren't going to save face in the end anyways. Your dignity would already have been crushed by the time you were done, why not give into your desires and tell him straight?

"Please, fuck me... please?"

Dazai's smile returned to his lips. He hunched over slightly, bringing you down against the tent in his pants. He brushed your hair out of your eyes, inching himself closer to you as he leaned down, smothering your face with slow kisses, from your lips to your jaw and nose. They were so sweet and gentle, it didn't feel like it was Dazai who was doing any of this anymore.

"Stay quiet, 'kay? Can you stay quiet for me?"

Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, nodding in approval and your hands flailed towards his belt, desperately trying to get it off his waist, but to no avail.

Dazai slapped your wrist away, pushing it down against the mattress as he slowly unbuckled his pants, discarding them and his boxers.

Just the sight of his pretty dick in front of you got your mouth watering. He was painfully hard, and despite hiding it well until now, it showed. All that teasing you was working him up so damn much. Poor boy.

With your cunt displayed in front of him and his cock throbbing for some attention, he squinted, biting down on his lip as he gathered the precum that had built up on his tip, letting it drip slowly down his shaft.

Inside, Dazai felt a burning desire to just dive right in, and try and chase his release, but he knew it'd hurt. The tempting look you were giving him and the pleas that you murmured seeped into his mind. Your words are as sweet as honey, and they do nothing but drive him mad.

He slapped his tip against your clit, smearing and mixing your juices. That simple action got a rise out of you. It made you squirm and writhe underneath him, letting a string of 'pleases' and other nasty begs you couldn't ever say if you were lucid spill from your reddened lips.

"C'mon, please..."

"It'll hurt, I'll go slow."

He stayed true to his word. After your nod of approval, Dazai leisurely pressed his tip to your aching hole. The arousal squelched around it as he sunk in, your velvety walls squeezing and engulfing him, sucking him in deeper.

His eyes rolled back as he grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers together as soon as he bottomed out. There was this stinging pain at first that got lost in the pleasure of having him in so deep.

"O-Oh, fuck..." He whimpered in your ear, leaning down to press a kiss to your supple skin, hissing as he dragged himself out and in again. Your hands grasped his own, and the sheer atmosphere was suffocating as he thrusted again.

Your lips quivered, and your legs shook. Your moans followed his, and you slipped your arms around his waist.

There was something so erotic about them that made your heart thump in your chest. Was it his whining? Or his eyes being shut tightly as he tried not to break, to keep up his tough act?

You swiftly moved your hand to dig into his hair, playing around with the brown locks as he opened his eyes to stare into your own.

The shallow breaths you both took each time his hips would snap against yours were enough to say you were addicted to each other. The utter heat your bodies radiated and the way he nearly melted in your touch made your breath catch in your throat. His eyebrows furrowed and his resolve was breaking, shattering on top of you as he lost himself in you.

"Takin' me so well, god..."

Dazai's lips looked so delectable, and you couldn't resist the temptation. Your hands freed themselves from his, and pulled him in, kissing and sucking, biting and licking his bottom lip as you squealed and moaned each time the head of his cock would graze that same gummy spot deep in you that he teased with his fingers just a few minutes earlier. Your teeth drew blood from his lips, tongue grazing it and swishing it around on your taste buds as you gasped, hearing the neediness in his voice.

He broke out of the kiss, panting heavily as his hips stuttered.

"G-Ghh..." He grumbled.

"...Gonna come?" You asked through gritted teeth.

Truth be told, Dazai worked you up so well that you couldn't stop yourself from whining. He took his hand towards your chest, playing and teasing with your nipple as he spoke in a whisper.

"Mhm... yeah..." He huffed.

"A-A little faster, please..."

His hips increased their speed as you both chased your climaxes. He grasped your waist, fingers digging into your flesh, leaving nail crescents scattered across the exposed skin. You wiped the sweat off his face, letting your thumb linger on his cheeks just a little.

"Y'feel so good, sweetheart..." He mused.

"D-Dazai... Oh, my God... Dazai, I'm gonna-!"

Dazai's vision became hazed as your legs tightened their wrap around his waist, pulling and holding him close to you whilst your moans became all the needier, nearly chanting his name loud enough for the neighbors to hear. There was a frenzy in both your gazes as they landed on each other's faces.

His lips quivered and he buried his head into your collarbones, kissing and sucking desperately to get his marks on you. It was a subconscious thought he had concealed in the back of his mind. If he were to suck hickeys into your skin, then he would have you all to himself. Maybe he wasn't aware of his needs, and maybe he was in denial, but that familiar warm feeling had taken over him entirely.

"Just a little more, c'mon, you can take it..."

Then the knot in your stomach broke. Your cunt squeezed him to a halt in his movements when he felt his climax peak and he pushed his head into the crook of your neck, eyes shut tightly, hands gripping your own as the both of you came down from your highs.

There was a moment of silence that followed. However, it was a comfortable one.

Dazai stood laying on top of you, his messy hair covering his eyes as the two of you panted. Your trivial breaths and huffs caused him to get up from your chest, to take a good look at you and the disarray he made out of you.

The sweat dripping off your forehead, your red lips, the hickeys that he had left earlier sown and sprinkled all across your body, from your neck to your thighs.

It was all too beautiful.

You hissed as he leaned over and ran a finger through your wet folds, legs shaking from the aftershocks of your orgasm. His thumb lathered in your slick. If you weren't beyond exhausted, you would've been scolding and yelling at him by now, possibly even land a nice slap on his face.

Yet, you couldn't bring yourself to even think of telling him off.

You couldn't conjure up not a single word of resentment for the man standing in front of you. For who you thought was your lazy, over-dramatic friend, Dazai.

There was no longer that look in his eyes that talked about his mischievous character. No longer the same look that told you 'I just pranked Kunikida so hard!'. Was it even Dazai? Was this really what he was like?

Sitting right in front of you is the same man that made you mewl his name earlier, the same man who kissed and sucked deep purple hickeys into your soft skin, the same man who whined and whimpered when he entered you, the same man who cherished and worshipped your body better than any partner you've ever had. That's not the image you had carved into your head of Dazai, yet there he was, sweaty, disheveled, and tired, looking into your half-lidded eyes so lovingly.

"Does anything hurt?"

"No. Everything's fine."

Dazai let out a small 'hm' of approval as he laid down next to you. There was something off about him.

"Are you... sad?"

"I feel relieved."

"Relieved?"

"I really needed that, thank you." He turned towards you and smiled.

When he wanted to, Dazai could be nothing more than a sweetheart. All you wanted to do is reach out and press a kiss to his lips, tell him that you're grateful for the connection you two just had a few moments ago. You wanted to ask why he was relieved, too, but God knows why you couldn't bring yourself to.

Dazai's brown eyes looked even better under the moonlight. It might've been your imagination, but instead of the usual dullness and insipidity there was an inkling, a glint in his eyes that flashed something indecipherable into your own eyes.

"Does anything hurt for you?" You said, hushed.

"Mmm, no. I'm just a little sensitive right now. I'll be fine in the morning."

"Hm, that's good."

Just then you realized how badly you needed to savor this moment. It may be the last, and if you didn't take your chances now, you'd hate yourself forever.

Your hands trembled, trying to fumble around before finding their place on his shoulders, getting even closer to him.

For a split second, you halted your movements, warily looking into Dazai's eyes, but you still went with it anyways.

Your lips pressed against his, skin flushing against his, entire body against his and you then understood...

This is exactly what you've been searching for.

The moment your lips came in contact with one another was the moment you fell deeper in love. He bit at your lower lip, playfully, indicating something, but you weren't sure what. It isn't like you cared anyways, your eyes were betraying you as they fluttered shut. His tongue skimmed across you lips, like he was begging you to open up. The second you gave into his desires, he grasped your face with his hands, letting his tongue roam free, explore every crevice of your own. Your hands came to a halt on his chest, then after a few seconds of cutoff, traipse across his collarbones, to his arms and up to his hands which now caressed and rubbed your cheeks.

Dazai pulled away, breaking the string of saliva between the two of you, observing your tired figure. He touched your lips with his thumb, his own upturning into a smile as he sighed and pulled back out of the embrace you were coddled in.

"Your lips are sweeter than sake."

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