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We are freaks in this one! Knife play goes hard, when is hits it HITS.

HONEY TRAP

Dazai x F!Reader

okay so I had this idea like ages ago, and now i finally finished this. It's kind of dark, well of course.

The mission was supposed to be simple. The two of you were competent ADA detectives but what happens when everything doesn't go as planned.

CONTEXT WARINGS: MDNI!!! Violence. Attempted Sexual Assault (nothing too graphic and it's completed). Knife Play? Dazai Loses It. P in V. Unprotected Sex. Breeding Kink. Blood Kink? Cursing. Severed Limbs. Reader A Lil Off Her Rocker, just like me.

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OB sticky: I'm working on updating my master list and also taking requests! I hope yall like this because i feel insane for writing it. But i love crazy violent dazai. I need him ferally arf arf.

You were one of the best in the agency at undercover work, blending into any situation or space needed. Along with your time-manipulating ability, you were great at getting information from people and places discretely. This is what led to you and Osamu Dazai being partnered on a mission together. It was a simple mission, but the stakes were high, there had been a case of missing women, and it was assumed it was an ability user making this happen which was why it was assigned to you and Dazai. With his ability to negate anyone else's it theoretically should be able to keep you safe from whatever person you may find along with your ability and talents. Dazai seemed to be jumping for joy at the chance to do a mission with you because it wasn’t often, most of your missions were solo.

“Dazai” You call out to him from the bathroom as you’re slicking down your edges. The small box braids you had recently got cascading down your back covering the exposed part that your dress allowed to show. The dress was form-fitting but tastefully, it accentuated the curves of your body well, the back exposed right above the line of inappropriate. But that was the point, you were supposed to be a ‘honey trap’ an old-school trick but one appropriate for this situation.

“Yes, my dear” He answers in a sing-song tone as he walks into the bathroom with you. You roll your eyes at his behavior.

“Please behave tonight, I’m trying to get this over as quickly as possible.”

He scoffs at your words, as if he was known to always be on his best behavior which makes you roll your eyes again.

“I’m serious, Dazai, please” You gaze at him through the bathroom mirror, your eyes holding the weight of exhaustion that your makeup couldn’t hide. He knew how many missions you had been on, the long extraneous missions that only someone with your expertise could handle. Now, you were worn out, and exhausted, the fact that you accepted this mission was a surprise to Dazai, but he knew the type of person you were. Selfless. So much unlike him.

“Quick and easy.” He raises his hands in a gesture to show he won’t be on his usual shenanigans, giving you a wink as he exits the bathroom. You let out a breath that you were holding waiting for his response, you didn’t need this to be any harder than it already was on you. With all the excess missions, you had been overusing your ability on top of not getting much sleep. The likelihood of you crashing soon after this was high, so high. Your ability took a lot out of you, since it requires a significant amount of mental stress and focus on top of the physical effect that manipulating time has on your body. This had to be your last mission for a while, you would be fine with just being in the office doing paperwork.

You finished getting ready, taking out the folder on the target discussing the plan one more time with Dazai. Again it was a simple concept for a mission, gain the man's attention, get close enough to him for him to attempt to use his ability to take you, Dazai stops it and the both of you take the guy away to be interrogated further.

That’s how the plan was supposed to go anyway, a simple honey trap.

Simple.

It was going all so well, you had easily gained the man’s attention, sending him alluring looks from across the bar and then proceeding to seemingly disappear from his view to pop back up somewhere else in the bar. You had garnered his attention, it was if time was slowing down every time he spotted you and it was because you were making it so, the target knew he had to have you.

This is how you got him sitting at the bar beside you, sliding over a drink he had bought for you. The tired look in your eyes vanishes as you turn to thank him for the drink while he asks for your name. Of course, you give him a fake one and pretend as if you’re interested in him. You could see Dazai in the corner of your eye, waiting for any signal that the man was using an ability on you. It was all going so well, besides that man being absurdly boring almost putting your already exhausted self to sleep, your giggles and shy lookaways were keeping his attention, making him want you more.

It was all going so well. So well.

Dazai was internally fuming as he watched you flirt with the target. He was aware you were just doing your job, but you were too damn good at it. It was almost as he could hear your giggles from across the crowded bar. It was pissing him off, how you were so shameless with another man. Even if you weren’t his, you were his.

Fuck.

That’s not how he should be thinking, he had no reason to be so possessive over you. But everything in him wanted to carve that man’s eyes out so he would never be able to look at you again. He could feel the lust for you radiating off that man, it was disgusting, it was infuriating. Dazai thought back to his Port Mafia days when he would kill a man for less, he could kill this man right now. But you wouldn’t like that, something like that would have to put a different type of fear into you and he couldn’t have you see him in that way. He was trying to not be that man anymore, he was trying. For Oda, for you, he would try.

That’s how it was supposed to go. It really was how it was supposed to go but Dazai couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t help the man that he was. He didn’t have a choice as he took his eyes off you for one second to chug back the rest of his drink, he knew Kunikida would not approve of him drinking on a mission, but he needed something. Once his eyes went to fall back on your position at the bar, you were no longer there. Fuck, where the hell had you gone. His eyes quickly scan around the bar to find yourself being led out of the back of the bar. Your eyes looked glazed over, almost ghostly while you were being led away. Dazai starts shoving people out of his way as he makes his way towards where you just exited with the target, he read the reports. Not a single trace of any of the women had been left behind or where they could be. That couldn’t happen to you, that wouldn’t happen to you.

As he exits the back of the bar, he sees you. Barley, but he sees you and the position that you were in was his last straw. The last branch of his fixed humanity snapped in that moment. Because there you were, his precious darling, another good person just like Oda, being held against the wall in a trance-like state where you might not even be conscious with that scum's body pressed against you. One of his hands is gripping your arm, the other touching your face as he bends down to press his lips on your neck. Your lack of reaction to anything told Dazai all he needed to know and mostly likely how this fucks ability worked. Physical touch. His body acted before his brain could as he now holds the severed hand of the man in his own. He could only hear his own laughter as he drops the hand beginning to repeatedly stab the man against the wall, in the same position he previously had you in.

Dazai didn’t even notice that your body had moved from your crumbled position on the floor, he couldn’t hear you call out his name repeatedly.

“Osamu” the sound of your voice saying his first name, barely above a whisper is what finally snaps him out of frenzy. His wild eyes snap to yours as you’re ever so gently tugging on his coat, there was blood splattered on your face from his actions and he froze. He couldn’t even process what had just happened, you had seen him, you truly saw him for the monster that he was and now he did not know what to do. So, he froze.

You, at least, had some of your wits about you, using your last bit of strength to slow time enough to go unnoticed by anyone as you make your way back to the hotel with Dazai. Once, the two of you make it back to the room you let go turning back to the man who’s eyes are still wild and crazed. Your hands go to gently caress his cheek.

“We’re safe” was the last thing you were able to say before you collapsed, your body not being able to handle any more of what was going on.

Dazai’s body moves again on autopilot, laying you down on the couch. He never knew someone could look so beautiful being covered in blood. It was almost funny really, the efforts he was making to be a decent person for Oda, to be a man you deserved, just to lose it all because of you. He would never stop being a man with blood on his hands.

As you rested, Dazai went and cleaned the mess he made making sure that no evidence would lead back to either of you. He would have to forge the report to Kunikida also but that would be a simple task just like he has done before. Once he returned back to the room, you were still knocked out of the hotel room couch. He sighed as he sat down in one of the chairs, still covered in blood, hands in his coat pocket staring at the ceiling trying to figure out what he was going to do about you.

Eventually, you wake up groggily, your mind trying to piece together the events that happened before your body gave out to exhaustion. It all starts coming back to you, as flashes in your mind. The man placing his hand on your arm, your vision faded, and it was as if you were locked into your own body moving without your own thoughts. Then you remember, gaining consciousness on the ground behind the bar, the sight in front of you Dazai, the man you had grown to secretly love was laughing maniacally as he repeatedly stabbed the ability user that had overtaken you. There was a part of you that knew you should be scared but you were, you found it incredibly sexy. The way that he held the severed hand that had touched you as he continued to get splattered with the man's blood did something to your core that shouldn’t be happening. You almost moan at the scene playing out in front of you but you get yourself together, knowing that neither of you can stay here without any repercussion.

Calling out his name repeatedly with no response, you grabbed onto his coat calling his first name out with the little strength you had and that got his attention. The look on his face as he turned to you, made your knees even weaker than they already were, wanting him to have his way with you in that dark alley, next to the man he had just killed for you. But you knew better, using all that you had left to get y'all back to the hotel.

That was all you could really remember before you were taken into the darkness of your own mind. You slowly sat up to scan the room for Dazai, luckily you didn’t have to look far because he was sitting at the desk next to the couch not having changed out of his blood-soaked clothing. Your mouth goes dry at how entrancing he looks, his jaw as tense, his Adam's apple jutting out from his neck as his head is tilted back beckoning for your tongue to graze it. You needed him, you had wanted him for some time now, but you NEEDED him, you needed the man who he had become to save you. You needed him.

Slowly and gently, you get off of the couch and approach him. As you bent down to grab his face, his eyes found yours, a flurry of emotions behind them. It was as he was spiraling before you, spiraling from what you had witnessed he did but when he looked into your eyes he didn’t see the fear that he assumed would be there. It was something that he didn’t expect, especially with how gently you were cradling his face.

“Osamu” you whisper above him, your lustful eyes searching his for a sign, as the look in his eyes starts to match yours, you lean down to press your lips against his. Dazai’s strong arms replace the feeling of where that other man’s hands were on you. His grip on you was tight making you moan into his mouth, pulling you down into his lap overpowering you. He could feel your heat as your body contacts his, making him press you into him further. You pull back for a second to look at his face, his pupils are blown out with lust, feeling against your own warmth how you were affecting him. You really needed him, the blood splatters against his pale skin the sight makes you stick your tongue out to lick some off his face. He quivers from the sensation and the idea of you cleaning his crime off him.

“I need you Osamu.” You breathe into his ear, making him grind his hips into yours as your mouth moves down his neck licking, sucking, and biting, not minding the taste of the man he killed blood in your mouth. He moaned as he felt you sucking on the spot on his neck right before his collarbone, having unwrapped the bandages from his neck without him knowing in his lust-out state. He didn’t even care, he wanted you to see him, all of him. One of your hands moves down in between the two of you, palming his length as your hand stimulates the both of you while the back of your hand rubs against your core. You were driving him crazy; this was not what he expected after showing you a side of him that no one in his new life knew. As you started panting into his mouth from the sensation of feeling him harden in your hand and your griding, he forced his control on you by abruptly grabbing your ass and standing him. He almost haphazardly throws you on the bed as he immediately sheds his jacket off him. You hadn’t even noticed that his hands were still covered in blood, the hands that gripped you towards him, the hands that carried you to this bed, the thought almost made you cum, moaning loudly as he gaze up at him. A smug smirk appears on his face as he watches your eyes glaze over with lust looking at all the spatters of blood on him. You may be just as crazy as him.

How could someone as precious as you, as delicate as you, as soft as you be such a slut over him covered in blood, over him murdering someone?

He needed you as much as you needed him in this moment, and he was going to have his way with you.

“Take the dress off.” His demand sends a shiver down your spine and you do as commanded, slowly shedding the dress off your shoulders and exposing your chest to him. Your moments were slow, too agonizingly slow for him, before you could even get the dress down your hips he grabbed your ankles dragging you down to him. He was getting impatient, taking the knife used to end a life out of his pocket and cutting down your dress in one swift motion. The knife is still so sharp that it leaves a shallow cut in your underwear, feeling the blade graze your slit. You couldn’t hold back anymore and came. This hasn’t ever happened to you before, cumming untouched but it went straight to Dazai’s head and his dick.

“Fuck” He whispers as his hand immediately finds your still-clothed cunt, feeling your cum seeping through the fabric. “You really did cum from that, you are one filthy thing.”

Your breathing was heavy as you grazed up at him, eyes still filled with lust as he ripped your panties off, fingers only grazing through the folds of your lips, not touching your clit or inserting his fingers. You push your hips into his hand, earning a dark chuckle from him as he decides to treat you kindly, inserting his fingers into you.

“Osamu,” you moan as his fingers move around inside of you. You looked so beautiful like this, panting and moaning for him, face still had splotches of blood on it, edges slightly sweated out from the slight foreplay that was going on. His thumb rubs on your slit making your eyes roll in the back of your head from the stimulation, the other two fingers inside you curling when they find the spot that would have you seeing stars. You’re whinning at his antics, moaning his name, begging him over and over again for what, neither of the two of you knew. To let you cum? To keep going? All you kept saying was , “Please Osamu, Please”

Dazai needed to be inside you but you had to cum for him first, he needed to cum for him first. He wanted to be completely focused on your face when you came from him for the first time, leaning down to your ear nibbling at it.

“Cum for me, doll”

And you came, you came harder than you did the first time. The grip you hand on Dazais fingers, he could only imagine how it was going to feel when he was finally able to put his dick in you. He chuckles, darkly as his face finds its way in between your thighs, licking up the mess you made once his fingers are left inside of you. Looking up at you, he could tell you were close to overstimulation, close to your mental and physical limits, and as much as he wanted to properly taste you, that would have to be for another time. He had already removed his pants when you were coming down from your second high, now kissing his way up your thigh to your calf as he placed your leg on his shoulder, giving the other leg the same attention as you whining reaching out to him.

His fingers spread you out as he slowly inserts himself into you, the feeling of you around him almost made him lose his load into you. No, he had to control himself, he had to give you what you needed. Your mouth was in an O shape from the burning stretch of having him inside of you, even with two orgasms and some stretching from is fingers it wasn’t enough to not cause you a bit of pain but the pain was pleasurable and you too almost came from the sensation.

Before he starts moving, he confesses “ That’s not the first man that I’ve killed.” The sentence ends as he bottomed out into you. The immediate grip on him from your walls made him grip his teeth.

“That’s okay” You breathed, feeling even more turned on imaging how he looked as he took those other lives.

“And I hadn’t done that in so long, “ his thrusts begin, slowly but deep making your ankles did into his shoulders, “But I did it for you, and I would do it again for you.”

His confession made your toes curl as you came on his dick, gripping him to the point that it was almost painful for him, throwing himself forward onto you making your knees hit your chest.

“Oh bella, you want me to kill for you? I would, I would kill anyone for you, I would kill anyone who did anything to you.” His voice was hoarse as he starts to slam his hips into yours as you babble “yes yes Osamu yes” with every word of violence, you squeeze him harder and harder. You were fucking insane, you were for him, only for him. His hips slammed into you with a force that will surely leave you sore tomorrow but you didn’t care it felt good, everything felt so good.

“Fuck Osamu, gonna cum, gonna fucking cum.”

“Me too Bella me too, I’m cuming in you,” it wasn’t a request or asking for any type of permission, he was telling you, telling you he was going to cum in you and that’s what sent you over your third edge, with him following shortly behind you. His hips didn’t still as he kept unloading into you, forcing him cum deeper into you almost hoping it would take.

After a while of him breathing over you, he pulls out almost saddened by seeing his cum start to leak out of you. He looks from your cunt to your face, seeing the small, satisfied smile you had on, but your eyes looked heavy he knew you were at your limit, not even knowing how you were still conscious. It was time to get you to bed, he sighed as he went to turn the shower on, wishing he could run you a bath instead but there wasn’t time for that. He went and grabbed your bonnet out of your bag, gently lifting you off the bed to put it on your head and get you into the shower. His touch was so gentle in contrast to how he fucked you, in contrast to what those hands did to that man earlier. He washed your body so gently with the washcloth, making sure to clean you properly getting all the blood and sweat off you, and making sure not to over-stimulate you. He cleaned himself in the shower, not allowing you to do it due to how exhausted he knew that you were. Once the two of you were clean, he slipped you into one of his shirts and laid the two of you down bringing you to lay on his chest.

He could feel your breathing getting deeper and slower, realizing you were close to sleep which almost put a genuine smile on his face until he heard you call his name.

“Hmmn.”

“Can you tell me more about who you used to be?” your voice so small, so tired, almost as if you were forcing yourself to stay awake.

That actually put a small smile on his face as he kissed your forehead, “Yes but not tonight, now sleep”

You nod into his chest as you nestle in, almost immediately falling asleep. Dazai’s past still haunts him but he wouldn’t mind sharing it with you, only if it’s you.

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Sleeping Beauty

➻❥ Osamu Dazai x Reader ➻❥ cw: fem!reader, Incubus! Dazai and human!reader, non-consensual somnophilia, cunnilingus, courruption kink, somewhat monster dick, knotting, breeding kink, size kink, mating press, cervix fucking, belly bulge, victim blaming like once ➻❥ wc: 3.2k ➻❥ notes: writing's kinda mediocre and unedited but oh well. please please tumblr why do you hate me let this show up in the tags please ➻❥ divider: @/cafekitsune ➻❥ synopsis: Humans aren't the only ones who are susceptible to temptation...

You whine, groaning and shifting around in your bed. The air feels heavy and thick, making it hard to breathe, but in spite of the terrible heat, there was a certain chill in the air. Your skin feels sticky, like it’s humid out even though it’s still nighttime.

In your sleepy daze, you could still notice the gentle, throbbing ache between your thighs. When you try to shift over, intending to ignore your own arousal until morning, it takes a few moments until you register the low chuckle and firm hand holding your thigh open.

Slowly opening your eyes, blinking away the bleariness, that's when you notice the searing amber eyes, glowing even in the low light. His grin, as sharp as his nails, stretches across his face as he sneers down at you. “It’s a bit too early for such a pretty girl to be up, isn’t it?” He purrs, leaning close into your face so your noses are almost touching. Something about him seemed almost cat-like. From the big, hollow eyes that made it feel as if you were falling into the abyss to the inhumanely wide cheshire-like grin. You couldn’t bring yourself to move. Something swirled in your gut, something akin to dread and terror. What could you do if a person broke into your house? What could you do if something so completely and clearly inhuman broke into your house?

The man- whatever he may really be- is on top of you, pressing you into the mattress. A heat rises from his touch, a warm presence against your body. His breath is hot and spicy, with a hint of cinnamon whiskey. “There’s no need to be afraid, little one. I just a simple favor from you and it won’t hurt at all.” He croons at you, not unlike how someone would do with a small, defenseless animal. One hand locked on your thigh, the other comes up to snake under the oversized t-shirt you had slept in that night. Even though your mind is screaming at you to hit him, to cry out for help, to even try and run, you can’t seem to shake the bleariness from your mind. As his almost scalding hand pulled up your shirt to reveal your midriff, you seemed to float in an odd in-between state. You’re conscious, but you’re not really there.

He hums, cupping your soft flesh in his almost clawed hand. “In fact…” The man leans down close to your face, his smile growing wider. “You should go back to sleep, hun.” And it was almost hypnotic, his words. The world seemed to swirl around you as your eyelids grew heavier and heavier the longer you fought to keep them open. “N-No…” You whine pathetically, but that fight doesn’t last for long. What kind of incubus would he be if he couldn’t subdue humans with nothing but his words, after all? Soon, you’re back asleep, leaving you helpless to the demon in front of you, not to wake up until he’s done with you. Dazai grins, sharp eyes narrowed into crescent moons as he eyes up the mortal woman in front of him. And what a fool this one is. No man could resist such an open invitation such as an unlocked window, not to mention the precious little thing only wore a t-shirt and panties to bed. Even if she didn’t know it, her body was calling out for him, yearning for him.

And, simply, who is he to deny such a pretty little thing?

As much as Dazai does love the way pretty women struggle against him when they’re awake, he loves when his good girls are seen and not heard more. As the sleeping beauty beneath him fades off into her slumber, he smiles, deceptively fond, at her. His hands trace down your frame, feeling the delicate contours of your body. From your chest, to your waist, to your hips, it was all his even if just for the night. With your shirt pulled all the way up, there was nothing standing in between him and your body. Dazai’s hands wander lower, landing on your hip bone, where the band of your panties rests. One clawed finger hooks into the elastic and slowly pulls down. Slitted eyes watch as the fabric peels away from your cunt, thick webs of arousal clinging to the inside of your thighs. “This wet and I haven’t even touched you yet…” He clicks his tongue in faux disappointment as he lowers his head between your thighs. “What a pathetic little girl…” His hot breath fans over your pussy.

At first, his skilled tongue only brushed over the hood of your clit, testing the waters. Small mewls and whines of pleasure filled the air as your thighs trembled at the simple touch, even in your sleep. Dazai, as cruel as he can be, has always had a soft spot for the pretty sounds of pleasure women often make whenever he brings one to bed with him. His tongue, skilled with many centuries of work, toys with your swollen clit wonderfully. It was a shame he needed to put you to sleep, really. Dazai is sure you would’ve moaned beautifully. Virgins like her always came so fast and moaned so loud, it was always hard to not take advantage of it.

But he didn’t need the hassle of a girl screaming for help now, Dazai just needed a quick fix for the night. Dazai's tongue drives deep into your fluttering walls, gently nibbling at your throbbing clit, a dozen crescent moons along your plush thighs as he pulls your pussy closer to his face. He pulls away momentarily to catch his breath, face flushed from the exertion and his lips sticky with your juices.

He groans, lazily lapping at your wet lips as he grinds his hips against the mattress, his cock aching painfully in his pants. Dazai’s grin widens as he pulls away and watches you writhe in your sleep, leaving your cunt dripping and more needy than before.

He loved the body of every human woman, from the young to the old, and he could never get enough of it. And perhaps that was his punishment for being a creature born from the darkness. A life of forever chasing short-lived pleasures, always needing a higher dose than the last. But as long as he gets his fix, the emptiness that follows will never matter to him. Dazai groans as his tongue flicks up your neck, teeth sinking into the flesh as your soft chest pressed against his. Because that emptiness will fade as soon as he meets the next woman.

His hands move higher as he shakes off his thoughts, cupping your heavy breasts, squeezing and massaging them roughly. He kisses your neck like each peck is an individual dose slowly eating away at the gnawing misery, nipping at your skin as he continues to take advantage of your helpless slumber. Dazai slowly grinds his clothed dick against your entrance, searching for any purchase possible. He pants and whines like he’s a bitch in heat, sloppily humping you. As his desire grows and Dazai is unable to take any more teasing himself, he doesn’t waste a moment as he finally lowers one hand to pull down his pants just enough to expose his cock, the reddened tip already weeping. His dick throbs in his hand as he gazes down at your trembling thighs and clenching pussy.

His cock throbs, heavy in his hand as he rests it against your stomach. When he presses his hips against yours, his weeping tip ruts against your belly, smearing his arousal over you with each anticipating hump. Dazai’s been told by enough women and men alike over the millennia that his dick was pretty. Veiny, thick, and curving just enough to make them cry out his name. Fading from the pale color of his skin to the flushed pink of his arousal. And often, he would fuck those women so out of their mind, they would never really question the knot resting at the base of his cock. Dazai breathes in your scent, keeping his face buried in the crook of your neck as he feels your chest press against his with every gentle breath.

Smoothly, he hooks your legs over his hips as the tip of his cock kisses the entrance to your warm cunt, gathering your slick. He sighs at the gentle pleasure, moving away from your neck momentarily to catch one of your nipples in his mouth. Groaning softly, his tongue laps at the soft skin, fingers digging into the fat as his cock gains purchase against your cunt. Dazai's tip spreads your wet lips apart, letting him take in the sight of the arousal the drools from your virgin cunt. And Dazai can’t help but chuckle, drunk off lust already. How cruel of his Father to make him your first. “Such a vicious creature He is…” He whispers to no one but himself as he lines himself up to your slit. “Allowing me to deflower one of His precious children.” Slowly, gently, he pushes his tip inside your aching cunt, making you sob and shift in your sleep at the unfamiliar stretch.

Dazai shushes you, combing his fingers through your hair and lulling you back into your deep sleep as he splits you open on his cock. His head spins for a moment, he can't remember the last time he slept with someone this tight, this wet, this warm and welcoming. He had gotten a little too used to the loose, sloppy holes of the women that he meets at the various bars in the city. “ ‘S okay, angel…” He mutters, mostly to himself as he lets the pleasure jolting through his blood dull before he begins moving. As more of his cock slides in the more you whine and whimper in your sleep, your body begging to wake up but Dazai’s influence refuses to let it happen. Your body tenses, arching upwards instinctively as you let out a moan that's more a whimper, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

Finally, he pushes in to the hilt, his tip kissing your cervix as he settles. “Fuck…” He groans, watching the somewhat prominent bulge in your belly move with his cock as he slowly pulls out until only his tip remains. Then, without warning, he bullies his cock all the way inside your sleeping body again with an obscenely wet noise. His thrusts are merciless and rough, his hands planted firmly on your hips, sure to bruise by the morning, pulling you down on his cock each time he rams it in. Wet squelches, gasps, and girly moans fill the air. Each thrust knocks the air out of your lungs as Dazai uses you like a fleshlight. Drool slips past your lips as he fucks you like you’re nothing but a sex doll, broken moans only spurring him on.

He grunts with the effort, gritting his teeth when his face flushes as he works open your cunt. "Fuck- God, you sure you're a virgin, angel? I almost feel bad- that no one else got to experience you before me, that I'm the one corrupting you." He drawls, one hand landing square on your waist to keep you in place as he ruts into you. This pretty little pussy was his. His sweet girl, his to ruin and his to deflower. "But I don't. Because you're mine."

Everything feels so overwhelming. You writhe in your sleep, your mind somewhere far, far away from the man sharing your bed. Somewhere in your mind, you want to wake up just to get away from the odd ache in your belly but it just doesn’t seem worth it when the voices lulling you away seem so sweet. Dazai holds you down, stuffing his cock into your wet hole as you can do nothing but lie there limp like a rag doll. You heave as your legs tremble and shake. Each thrust is more brutal than the last, rubbing up against your velvety insides and slamming in to the hilt, kissing your womb.

Each thrust carves the shape of his cock into your pussy, claiming you as his the moment he took your virginity. His hands grip your hips tightly, guiding his movements as he fucks you, his grin widening with each thrust. Without a doubt, you were his now. His to fuck, his to ruin, his to fill to the brim. In the morning, you would have no idea what had happened. Vague, misty memories of a man and the ache between your legs. You wouldn’t remember him, but you would crave him every night. Humping your pretty little fingers, you would chase the taste of ecstasy he gave you but never reaching it because it isn’t him fucking you.

He loves ruining pretty girls until they are nothing but cock sleeves ready to bend over for him at the snap of his fingers. Dazai growls, letting his body weight rest on your much smaller frame. It’s another thing he’s always loved about girls, how fucking small they are compared to him. The struggle of taking all of his cock, the way their pretty faces scrunch up as he pushes deeper than anything they’ve ever had before. How they need to use their hands to get him off because they can never deepthroat him.

Dazai shivers at the memories. He knows you’d look tenfold as pretty on your knees for him than anyone else ever had before. His thrusts speed, up getting messier and sloppier as your arousal coats his cock, dripping down your thighs in thick globs as he batters your cervix, seemingly trying to fuck your womb. Unluckily for the pretty thing beneath him, Dazai's always had a preference for finishing deep inside, where his load will be kept safe inside a woman's womb.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, angel…!” He whines pathetically into your neck. “Gonna look so pretty when I fuck my babies into you...” Dazai growls, feeling you tighten around his cock as he hits your cervix. He bites down on his lip, his head foggy from the pleasure as he thrusts harder, faster. His hips pound against yours, driving his cock deeper inside you, claiming your body as his own. His claws dig into your sheet, tearing and shredding them as he takes what he wants, marking you as his property. Her cunt is so tight and ready for him, it drives him insane. Like this pussy was made just for him. Drunk and dazed off lust and demonic instinct, he wants nothing more than to stuff your womb full of his cum over and over again until your body has no choice but to get pregnant. Your tousled hair lies in a heap on your head, messy from being handled like a rag doll as Dazai rails you into the mattress.

Obscene and lewd noises fill the otherwise still room. The wet squelch of your slick, the sound of your hips meeting, and the creaking of the bed frame. Sweat drips from his hairline, stuffy air making it hard to breathe in. All he could think about was you. The way your perfect little cunt sucked him in so perfectly it’s like you were born to be his fleshlight, the way your moans were the prettiest he’d ever heard. Dazai clumsily paws at your chest, letting his fingers dig into the soft, supple fat. He peppers kisses on every ounce of skin his lips can reach as long fingers tweak your nipple.

Dazai can feel the heat building inside him, feel his climax approaching. His thrusts grow deeper, more powerful, his cock throbbing with need as he grows more animalistic and needy, desperate to finish. Just then, your eyes crack open as the sleeping curse Dazai had put you under starts to wear off. Sleep faded away as your bleary eyes landed on the man lying on top of you. While you may be conscious, just Dazai’s presence is enough to make your lucidity fade, leaving you compliant and docile.

You can’t do much more than whine and pant as the demon ruts against you like an animal.

Dazai barely does more than look up to let his amber eyes meet yours as he feels you stir beneath him. “Morning, sleepy beauty…” His words slur together as he murmurs to you, his lips only inches from yours as his sluggish grin shows off his sharp teeth. Pillowy and soft, he lazily pushes his lips against yours, tongue catching the drool wetting your lips.

When you whine, trying to tilt your face to break the kiss, the demon pouts though his brutal thrusts never let up as he nips at your bottom lip. “C’mon…” He mutters in response. “Be a good girl f’ me, ’kay? Told you it’d be really easy, just lie there ‘n take my knot…” Dazai hides his face in the crook of your neck once more, lapping at the bloody bruise he left earlier from his bite.

His hips buck harder, faster, driving his cock deeper into you as he comes, filling you with his seed. You gasp softly, feeling the sudden load fill your womb with his thick, sticky cum paired with the feeling of his knot inflating as he pushes himself as deep as he can possibly get.

He collapses on top of you, panting heavily as his cock twitches almost uncomfortably deep inside, depositing the last few weak spurts of his cum. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it angel? Just lyin’ there like a good little girl...” Dazai babbles as he nuzzles his cheek against your chest, his hands stroking your sides in an almost soothing manner, running up and down your waist as he catches his breath.

After a minute or two, or perhaps even an hour- you certainly couldn’t tell- Dazai slowly pulls out as his knot deflates enough for him to do so. When his thick cum follows, dripping down your swollen lips in globs, Dazai tuts in faux disappointment, using his fingers to push his seed back in. “Messy little thing… You need to keep that deep inside your pretty little pussy, okay?”

It’s only then that you find your voice, feeling returning to your limbs. As shaky as a newborn fawn, you try to push yourself up from the bed, eyes trying to focus on the figure next to you. “What… What the hell just happened…?” You mutter, head swirling.

In an overly kind, borderline patronizing tone, Dazai shushes you, using a hand to gently push you back down on the bed. "Shh, angel, it's still pretty early. It's just a dream, nothing to worry about, promise." He leans down, kissing your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before pulling away. "Just go back to sleep, sweetheart." His hand continues to stroke your side, soothing you as he watches your eyes close one more time.

He pats your hip as he pulls your panties back up, giving you one last look before he disappears out of your window, locking it behind him just so no other creature could try and claim what he had just come to own.

Dazai could tell this would be far from his last time visiting you.

𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌 ©atsulovee (2024). 𝖣𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒, 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗀𝗂𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗓𝖾, 𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇, please and thank you! 𝖣𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗌! 𝖱𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 are highly appreciated :)

#bsd x reader #dazai x reader #bsd smut #dazai smut #bungou stray dogs smut #bungou stray dogs x reader

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Masterlist

BSD Works: - Akutagawa

Supposed to happen (includes Yandere Chuuya)

Failed Part 2 of Supposed to Happen (Includes Yandere Dazai)

- Dazai

TBD

- Chuuya

TBD

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Looks blank now, but hopefully, it will be filled more once I get out of my writing funk...

#bungou stray dogs #masterlist #fanfiction #I need to write more #please give me ideas #My askbox is OPEN #I need to make a rules page tho...

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Well, if it isn't our two favorite psychopaths lovers?

Yandere Fyodor and Dazai Compare and Contrast (How They'd Treat Their Darling)

Links: {Masterlist} {Yandere Fyodor Alphabet}{Yandere Dazai Alphabet} {Yandere PM!Dazai Alphabet}

Fyodor as a yandere is such an interesting concept.

Fyodor is a complex character who I believe is very hard to write and pull off.

He's deceiving in everyway of the sort, and I can see his darling having a hard time trying to figure him out. One day he can calm and quiet, and the next day he's sadistic and a bit more temperamental than yesterday.

I can see him acting like this as a way to keep you on edge. He isn't bipolar by any means, but he enjoys seeing the uncertainty on your face, the constant worry that a single slip up can through him into a frenzy, or he'll not even react and just let you deal with it on your own.

This is kinda where I compare him to Dazai. Dazai is very switchy in the same way, but he's a lot more consistent. Dazai rarely changes his behavior, but he actively changes his reactions, his actions often contradicting his personality. This is where being Dazai's darling become stressful because you'll think you know how he'll act, but in reality he'll react in a way that's completely out of character.

Fyodor and Dazai are full of mind games. Fyodor would rarely hits his darling. He finds it much more satisfying to see you stress your own self out, terrified of what he'll say or do to you, watching as you break down and pathetically try to hide yourself from his presence.

Dazai is sadistic, but not as much as he was when he was in the Port Mafia. He hates the idea of physically hurting his darling, and when he does he sinks into regret.

Now, where would they keep you?

I can actually see Fyodor bringing you along in his endeavors, and maybe even get you involved as a spy if you're powerful enough. I don't see Fyodor keeping you a secret from the ADA, and often uses you as a way to mock them, saying how they can't even save you. You're often viewing all his plans, and if a mission is a little too dangerous for his liking, he'll hide you in a place that you can't escape from.

Now, Dazai is more of an abusive boyfriend type yandere. He let's you like your normal life, go to work, hang out with friends, go to the mall, normal civilian stuff, but, he's watching you the entire time. You slip up once, and you'll deal with it at home. Dazai doesn't want to keep you in doors 24/7, but he also doesn't want you to leave him. You tell anyone about the horrors of your relationship, and you're left crying on the floor of the bathroom, the door locked as Dazai threatens you from the end. I also want to note, Dazai rarely if ever yells at you. The low and coldness in his voice is enough to throw you into tears.

So, who would be the worse to deal with full time?

Fyodor, here's why.

Dazai gives you a lot of freedom, much more than the average yandere, so you can live a mostly normal life. With Fyodor, you're stuck with him 24/7. He won't let you go anywhere by yourself, and has killed a few of your friends and family. So, if you did escape, you wouldn't last very long, and you wouldn't have anyone to support you.

The one good thing about Fyodor is that he's a pretty good balance of giving you false hope, and shutting your dreams down completely.

I do have one idea though. What would happen if you were acting as a spy for Fyodor, not for the ADA, but maybe for a powerful figure Fyodor wants something from, and you end up running into Dazai. It's one of the rare times you're alone, so I wonder how things would go.

#yandere bsd #bsd x reader #fyodor x reader #yandere fyodor #yandere dazai #dazai x reader

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Can someone PLEASE make a Dazai post about him being with someone who has aspd PLEASE, I need it. I need to see him with someone who's not all embarrassed and can go tit for tat with him. The closest I've seen is Dazai with an apathetic reader. I've seen Chuuya with a bipolar reader, Dazai with a depressed reader, socially anxious reader ect. I need to see how he'd respond to someone who doesn't have empathy or remorse, who's impulsive, especially yandere Dazai, just, ya know.

(Also if you find one please tag me 👉👈)

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Why I portray Akutagawa the way I do

Alright! So I have a lot of thoughts on some of the BSD characters, and I thought I’d alleviate some of them by sharing with y’all why exactly I might have a character act the way they do. Some may be more in-depth than others, a lot of them are gonna include sexual sides to the characters, but they might not be the clearest written analysis/explanations. So! Do feel free to send any questions you’ve got, I’m trying my best.

Akutagawa in canon is not super complex. Not a lot is told about him, so I had a fair amount of room to add a bit of depth to him.

To start, we know in canon that Akutagawa was somehow left on the streets as a child, either abandoned or orphaned by fate, so he was taken in by the mafia, specifically Dazai. From there, Dazai trained him to be a mafioso, teaching him from a young age to aim for strength and power while never revealing vulnerability. This period in his life would end up affecting him immensely throughout the rest of his life in multiple ways. Only one of which is forming his personality.

The first way this alteration to his life still affects him is the way the goth views Dazai. Because Dazai mentored him and basically raised him after taking him off of the streets, Aku sees the brunette as a parental figure. He was likely abandoned by his in some way, and so he clings to Dazai as a replacement and looks up to him, craving his praise and acceptance like a child hoping to impress their parents with good grades. He isn’t stupid though, he knows Dazai isn’t a good person, but he feels that he owes too much to Osamu. This stubborn belief is why he was so hurt when he found out that Dazai had a new mentee. He felt like a failure, like if he showed he was stronger than when Dazai left that he’d get that attention he craves. However, Atsushi was a big roadblock to that goal.

Dazai said Atsushi was better than Akutagawa, so the goth naturally hated the were-tiger. He looked at the wimpy, emotional orphan and thought he was pathetic. Dazai had taught him to never lower his guard, to be a good killer, and yet this scrawny coward was deemed better than him? It pissed him off.

So, Akutagawa began to resent Atsushi immensely. However, after so many fights with the were-tiger, and truly getting to observe him in his tiger form, the goth learns to respect Atsushi and recognize that even in his shrimpier humanoid form, Jinko is still that jeep-sized predator with insane levels of quiet power. So, while he doesn’t like Atsushi, he at least respects him as more than a pathetic waste of space and as a proper rival.

Outside of the way he treats Atsushi, Dazai still affects him very deeply. Because of how young he was, the training he went through ended up impacting not only his behavior but his view on affection and worth.

Because Dazai was the one to mentor him, Akutagawa naturally began to see him as a father figure, much in the same way Atsushi might’ve seen his orphanage director. So, he was the best possible example the goth had in terms of forming his Lovemap, aka something of your relationship GPS and the foundation for what tastes you might have in partners and future relationships. The first influence on this map is the relationship between a child’s parents, and with Dazai filling the role of Akutagawa’s parent, he learned that violence was an acceptable way to show affection and deal with conflicts. Then, throughout his childhood, this ‘violence = affection’ sort of model was cemented by the mafia, and while his goals for a relationship change and shift, that initial exposure still very much affects his expression of intimacy.

Most notably, the Mafia being so loose with violence and sexual content in his early years has left Akutagawa with a subconscious tie between violence and sex. Society tells him that the human body is intimate, bodily contact is erotic, and, despite Ane-san’s best attempts, growing up in the mafia exposed him to a ton of fighting and prostitution, so, working from that earlier base, his tastes grew to lean more towards violence being a form of eroticism and intimacy. So, while kinks and fetishes are a mystery in terms of origin, it’s safe to say Akutagawa has kinks that lean towards that sort of dynamic. Body-play (i don’t know the exact name, but fighting arouses him), biting, breath-play, things like that are all likely to be things he’s into. So, in short, Ryuunosuke was taught that violence was a form of intimacy, and so his tastes in people may point to those that can handle such a sadistic way of showing affection.

As for how it affected his view on worth, it simply instilled the belief that only the powerful are worth anything. Although, living with Gin also affected this viewpoint.

Throughout childhood, Ane-san taught Akutagawa that his sister was just that, his sister, nothing more. So, while he was developing his little sister didn’t heavily impact his lovemap. She and Ane-san helped to steer it away from the toxicity it was headed for, but the best they did was direct his violence from general affection to sexual, romantic associations. Instead, Gin and Ane-san had a larger effect on how Akutagawa learned to value others.

Because of them, Aku learned to offer the small kindness of teaching others to be stronger, like he did with Kyouka. They couldn’t change it entirely, but he at least learned that not all strength is dependant on powers or physical strength.

In conclusion, Even the deepest levels of Akutagawa’s personality would be affected by being an orphan, mentored by Dazai, and raised around the mafia. He is, of course, verbally and physically aggressive, he’s not very open with his emotions and looks down on those who are as pathetic and weak, he puts a high value in being strong and lethal, and he still looks up to Dazai. Beneath this, he wants acceptance and praise from a parental figure, for a long while it’s his one driving force, and it’s why he behaves the way he does to Atsushi.

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Chuuya Wants His Hat Back

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I wanna hold them. They look nice.

fun fact: pigs can metabolize alcohol slightly better than humans, and they of course enjoy grains. this means that a pig can drink a beer as a treat. Rufus usually gets one a year, for his birthday. and he won't let the label stop him.

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𓂃🦄. BSD MEN HITTIN' THAT G-SPOT !

chuuya, dazai, tecchou

tags. x fem!reader, smut, cockwarming, implied/referenced punishments, grinding, controlled sex, (hard) bite marks, almost caught, blowjob under desk, desk/office sex, jealousy, punishments, brats/brat taming, overstim, marking, lewd acts, praising, degrading, cock drunk/pussy drunk, breeding kink, fingering, clit stimulation, squirting, multiple rounds, kinda riding, petnames, multiple uses of profanity, BANNERS/DIVIDERS MADE BY ME.

ps. leave me alone my shit writing is making me depressed.

all credit on this post belongs to @rusmii . don't steal >:(((

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" 'Zai," you whisper into his ear, the soft breeze making him shudder for a brief moment. "Yes, 'bella?" He asks, his eyes still on his suicide book that he was reading. An annoyed sigh came out from you. What made his suicide book that he's read over a gazillion times more important than you? You stood there beside him for a minute, thinking about how to get his attention on you next. Dazai on the other hand knew what you were aiming for. Your skimpy nightwear and lounge gaze was enough to tell him everything. And truth be told, he was also feeling the same way. "Osamu~" You say again, straddling his lap as you do so. "Can I cockwarm while you read? Pretty pleeaase?~"

"Why're you moving, darling?"

A lump formed a clog in your throat. The small question he asks you within a few minutes in already has you wishing that you'd never propose this idea to him. He flips a page, humming as he does so. The usual smile he has when he sees you is present on his face.

His cock sits nice and still inside you. The slight curve of his dick being the main culprit of your squirmish movements. " 'M no- 'm sorry." You can feel Dazai eyeing you, the lie you almost gave him making you swallow the lump inside your throat in fear. For a few seconds, Dazai doesn't do anything, his attention long gone from his book as you burrow your head into the crook of his neck.

Clutching his shoulder that you laid your head on, you could feel slight movement in it. Dazai hums lowly, letting you off the hook this time. "Hm~ Fine. Be a good girl, though, and don't let me catch you humping me like a dog. Understood?"

You clench your teeth. Whew, for a moment there you thought you were fucked there. Punishments with Dazai was unpredictable, and you didn't intend on passing dangerous territory just yet. "Yes sir." — "Good girl," he praises, his warm words making your pussy ache.

Your pussy clenches around his cock, the silent lewdness of the situation made it wetter as time went on. You close your eyes, attempting to focus on Dazai's humming. His melodious tune being able to calm even the scorchest of hot headed men. You sigh, subtly rocking your hips against his. The unreactive Dazai giving you more courage to keep grinding on his cock.

Eventually, you heard the book close. The sound makes you halt and pull away. "You done readin'?" You question him when you see your lover setting the book aside onto the lamp table. Dazai hums, his soft expression calming your beating heart. Just for a moment there, you thought he caught you — "About 56 times." He cuts you off.

What? What was he talking about? You look at him, making eye contact almost immediately. Though he does not say anything, his sly smile and slanted eyes do. Your eyes start darting to anywhere but him, moving to the wall behind him. "My eyes are here," he points to his face, his voice rephrasing what he said earlier, "About 56 times did you disobey my orders."

"I -.." Excuses start piling up inside your throat. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. He caught you, and there was nothing you could do about it. " 'I' What?" He mocks, the sinful smile he gives you was enough to have you breaking down. "I - I don't know! I -"

Endless blabber escapes from you. Dazai sits there and watches. Letting you cry out your frustration. He rubs the back of your head, a mocking coo leaving him. "Aw~ There, there darlin'. Don't cry, I promise I'm not that disappointed in you. You did your best, and I acknowledge that. Unfortunately, we both know that you could've done better." Bitter words come from him.

You were at a loss for words. No amount of crying and pleading was going to get you of your punishment now. Dazai doesn't wait for a response from you, though, pushing your chin up using his fingers. He was now eye to eye with you as he leaned forward, his head tilted to the side to line up with your lips. " 'M not gonna punish you too harshly. Despite you disobeying me, your grinding almost made me toss the book," Dazai admits, which makes your mouth drop open in surprise for just a split second.

"And for that - " He thrusts up hard. A loud moan escapes from your lips before you can muster any form of blockage. " - Ride for as long as you want." His smooth sailing words pur into your mouth. His own capturing yours into a soft, passionate kiss that matched the rhythm of your crotches grinding together. " 'Samu! - S- Osamu!" You moan his name, the tip of his dick rubbing against your bundle of nerves.

His eyes never leave yours. Every breathless grunt he lets out only spurs you on to bounce on his dick. The act makes him groan before he stops you from doing anymore. "Osamu..!" You whine, wondering why he stopped you. "No, I said for as long as you want. Not whatever you want."

You nod your head repeatedly, wanting to cum and get this over with. Dazai seems to agree so as well — using his hands to guide your hips. The slow grind making you cry tears of frustration. "Please! Please! - Osamu- Please! Please! - " — " Sh sh, I got you." Dazai reassures you, fastening the pace.

"Mmhm!~ Osamu! Osa - Osamu!!~" You squeal, his dick rutting inside your gushy cunt as he marks your neck made you see white. The tight clench of your walls made Dazai bite down a little too hard, tasting bits of iron in his mouth.

Dazai continues to grind his hips through your orgasm, feeling his own high building up. "Shit - Fuck! - cummincummin - Ghnn~" He groans into your neck. The pressure that had accumulated by your grinding earlier toppled down on his orgasm.

The white ribbon laced your walls deep inside you, the pressure of his dick pressing hard on your g-spot, giving you another orgasm. Hearing your second wave of squeals, Dazai uses a hand to rub your lower back, thrusting up slightly to help you ride out your second orgasm.

"Good - " He pants heavily, his flushed face with swollen lips, " - Good fucking girl, holy shit."

"And for -!" Chuuya hiced. His brain being thrown for a loop as he grips the new paperwork that was given to him by Akutagawa. Said man seems to notice his red face and questions him. "Sir, are you alright?" Chuuya waves him off, "Yeah - just.. - feeling a little hot in this room right now - how high did I set the temp again?" He laughs awkwardly and orders Akutagawa to go check. While Akutagawa is distracted, Chuuya looks down to find his pants unzipped and you sucking the tip of his dick. "Stop. Akutagawa is here. Let's do this when he's gone," he orders you, attempting to swat you hand away from his balls. But before he could do that, Akutagawa returned. "Sir, seems like the temperature is just below average - are you sure you're okay? — "YES! You - You may leave." Chuuya stutters on his words when he feels you engulf his entire dick into your mouth.

"You - " A slam of his hips has you spiraling into moans. " - Fucking - " Thrust " - Brat," he snarls above you. The nasaled expression on his face matching the rhythm of his hips.

"Chu-uuyaa!!~" You squeal, wrapping your legs around his waist as his dick plunges straight into your core — his dick hitting that spot every time he thrusts in. He groans, the feeling of your cunt wrapped around his cock perfectly could make him cum right then and there. "Yeah? That feel good? Fuck - bet that shit does." He slaps your thigh. "Brats like you shouldn't even be getting dicked down so good," he continues. His hips never faltering its rhythm.

"Good! Feels so good! Please Chu - Chu fuck me!" Affirming his accusations only made Chuuya more bricked than the hardest damn rock. All papers, pens, and other random shit had been thrown off his desk in a haste. He'd care about it when he was done with you. "Mhm..~ Ha! 'Dunno. Should brats like you get fucked like good girls? Hm?" He puncuates every word with a slow, sharp thrust. " 'Cause the whore 'm fuckin' is on Santa's naughty list right now."

You arch your back, the pleasure becoming overwhelming. You roll your head up as more nonsense came from you. His dick rubbed your spot intensely while grinding your crotches together. The sharp, angled, shallow thrusts almost, causing you to nearly shut one eye from losing control of most of your senses.

"Ahnn!~ - Yesss! Pleaaaasse - " You slur on your words, your tongue falling loose in your mouth. Chuuya tugs your arms to him and grips your wrists, sliding your body back and forth across the desk. "Chuuya! Chuuyachuuyachuuya!!!~" — "Fuck - keep moanin' my name like that and I might cum right now," he groans above you. His head was thrown back, face full of bliss.

Chuuya angles his dick again, making sure the tip and side of his length run against your g-spot. He hears another squeal, making a mental note to come back to this angle when he's fucked you silly.

Actually, scratch that — with how you're clinging your vices onto him so tightly, he can only assume that you were cumming right now. "Shiiit." A curse falls upon him when he finally notices the tight clench of your pussy. Chuuya didn't even realize you were having an orgasam until he saw your fucked out, lewd face. "Fuck - Oh fuck.." He grunts, slowing his thrusts as to hold out longer.

"Geez ‐ Shit - [Name], did anyone ever tell ya' how hot you look when you get all fucked out like that?" He asks, a grin spread from ear to ear. As soon as you catch your breath, you hum. "Yeah - you," you release a breathy laugh. "Me? Just me?" He asks again leaning down to give you a chaste kiss on the corner of your mouth. "Who else would I be letting raw dog me? Not Michi."

The casual mention of your coworkers nickname caught Chuuya's attention. "Michi? Tachihara? Since when the fuck did you and and that fucker get on friendly terms?" A shallow upturn thrust surprises you. "Huh - Gh~ - What? Me and him have always been on friendly terms - Ogh!~"

"That's such fucking bullshit 'n you and I both know it." Chuuya interrupts you, thrusting into your cunt again. "W-wait!~ Chu-uya!" You moan. "You wanted me to fuck you like the dirty street slut you are — I'm gonna fuck you like a damn bitch in heat waitin' for a new batch of litter."

Never one to go back on his word, Chuuya picks up his pace, not caring about his rhythm. He aims for the same spot that has you crushing boulders when poked there. "Chuuya!~ Please! Please! T'much! So - " — " - Cut that shit out, overstim is your favorite pass time activity." His balls slap your ass from how deep he's inside you. "Don't wanna hear you give me that 'too much' crap. Yer' perfectly capable of handling 'nother few orgasms."

He was right. Fuck — Chuuya was so right. The mini act you put on was nothing but a facade of how you were feeling internally.

Lewd images racked your brain. The visual thought of Chuuya breeding you straight up was enough to get your pussy pulsing in a matter of seconds. "Fuckfuck! Chuuya! Please, 'm gonna cum!! Gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cummm!!~" Chuuya grunts above you, sweat dripping down him. "Fuck - you feel so fuc-kin' good! Sweetheart ya' feel so fuck - ughhn!~"

At the very last moment, Chuuya angles his dick exactly like how it got you to cum right away. Your jaw drops open, your eyes roll back, and your back arches into Chuuya's chest as he leans down to burrow his head into your neck. "Mhm~ mmm - 'm cummin - shit - 'm cummin' doll." Was your only warning before you felt his cum sticking to your walls. The creamy goop being fucked deeper as he rides out both of your orgasms with slowing thrusts.

A few more shallow thrusts, and you two are whining in overstimulation, Chuuya quieter than you. He pulls away when he feels your legs unwrap from his waist, watching them dangle to the side in exhaustion.

He pants heavily. His face is bright red and messy hair is a perfect image to burn into your memory.

"Chuuya," you call out to him, way out of breath to even talk. "Yeah?"

"You do remember that you were the one who forced me and Tachihara on friendly terms, right?"

"..... Oh yeah." He scratches the back of his head before pulling out to slap his dick on your cunt. "Givin' you a break before we continue," he winks — readjusting the position of your body.

"You wanna what?" Tecchou answers your question with another question. "Wanna get fingered so hard until I black the fuck out," you shrug your shoulders. The request wasn't expected, just a suggestion to spicen up your guys sex life — that was a lie, it was because you saw him flexing his fingers the other day and couldn't get the image of him being past knuckle deep inside your cunt out of your head!

"Hnn!!~" You squeal, the fingers prodding gently against your g-spot pulling the second orgasm out of your for the night.

Tecchou doesn't say anything, pulling his fingers out to stare at it. You glance at him, wondering what he had in plan. "Tecchou?" You get up on your elbows, eyes full of concern. Did you cross a line? Was this too much? Before you could ask any of the questions that popped up in your head, Tecchou slips his fingers into his mouth — fingers coated in your slick.

He sucks on his fingers, his tongue webbing around each one that was inside of you. "Tecchou.. What the fuck..?" You said, shock filling your brain as you watched him finger fuck his own mouth with your arousal.

He hums, his fingers coming out with a pop as he pushes you back down on the bed. "Tecchou, what the fuck was that? Why did you just - " — "Why is this a problem but not my face between your thighs?"

Speechless, you turn your head away. The thundering pump of your heart is not helping with thinking of anything to retort back. When Tecchou receives no answer from you, he drops his hand down to your clit — the gentle press bringing you back to earth. "third round?" He asks as he circles around your clit.

"Y-yeah -" Your breath hitched when he slipped three fingers inside your sopping cunt. The stretch of thick, veiny fingers stuffed up your pussy was almost enough to push in two mini didlos in there. You moan, a loud one that encouraged Tecchou to continue with what he was doing. " 'Gonna slip a fourth one. Can you do it?" A question for consent before he makes room for another finger.

"Mhm," you nod, already feeling the finger joining the others. Hissing, you bit your lip. The pain was mild, but the slight burn of the stretch made your eyes water a bit. "Hm," He hums again. "Relax, you're going to make me hurt you." His fingers still inside, not once moving until he feels you unclench around them. "Mm - I'm trying."

Tecchou doesn't seem to be happy with that response. "Don't force yourself." Was all he said before you felt him shift his fingers around. What came next was a gasp being ripped from you and another curl to the same spot. "T-Tecchou!~" You moan, feeling your spot being prodded at. The soft pressure he applies every time he presses down makes you squirm a bit. "I can feel you getting tighter. Does it feel good?" He asks, voice soft and gentle.

"Yes! Please!" You bring a hand down to your clit, rubbing it in a way that gives you the most pleasure. Tecchou's speed increases, the fingers curling inside all hitting the same spot. Your hips start to shake, the pressure of your approaching orgasm building up in your abdomen. "Te-Tec-hou!~" Hiccups escape through your sobs. Tears streaming down your cheeks due to the pleasure.

" 'M - cummin' - 'M cummin' !" Your body squirms. Tecchou pins you to the bed, fingering as fast as he can. "You can do it." The first praise of the night being whispered so lightly. His usual blank expression is now a mix of proudness and adoration. "C-can't! T'much! Too much!" You sniffle, pulling your arm back for better support. Tecchou takes it upon himself to do the job for you, using both of his hands, he plunges straight into you — simultaneously adding a fifth finger when he sees the puddle you made. His other hand doing the same gentle circles around your clit.

And finally, after a few minutes — the blockage in your abdomen snapped. The floodgates of your cum squirting out clear fluid as Tecchou re-angled his hand. "Ghhhh~ Ohhggg...!" You whine, your legs threatening to kick as you slightly lift your body off the bed.

Tecchou watches mesmerized by your shot, aiming at his chest directly. The clear fluid dripping down his pecks and into his abs below. "Woah.... That was so hot."

hi was gonna originally write nikolai + fukuzawa but didn't have motivation for them :(... I did start out nikolais but don't even get me started on fukuzawa.... here's a snippet of nikolais

do you guys want me to write a pt2 with fuku+niko??

#dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #tecchou x reader #chuuya smut #dazai smut #tecchou smut #bsd smut #bsd x reader

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