subtly grinding on dazai as he "works". (cw: dazai cums inside his pants :p + dazai calls you "bella")
not many people are in the office at this hour, just a few, and all of them seem focused on their current work at hand.
while innocently passing by your boyfriend's desk, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you down onto his lap. now his arms are around your waist, chin on your shoulder. you're trapped in his grasp, with no chance to escape.
nobody's finding it weird though— you're just two lovers sharing a moment in the office. you sitting on his lap as he hugs you from behind, giggling as he whispers stupid things to make fun of kunikida...
but a simple cute moment quickly escalates into something more.
dazai's hands travel down to your hips, subtly pressing you down on his crotch. it hits the spot so sweetly that makes the man behind you whine shamelessly.
thin fingers guide the movements of the lower part of your body, earning more low whines and groans from him that he tries to muffle on your shoulder.
of course it didn't take too long for him to get hard when your soft ass is pressing perfectly over his clothed cock.
you can sense he laid back against the chair, getting comfortable before thrusting up slightly to "fix" his position. a chuckle escaped his lips when you gasped in surprise.
dazai thought that maybe cockwarming him didn't seem so unethical right now. he needed to feel your warmth enveloping his cock, to feel your walls squeeze his length... maybe cumming inside you too. the thought was already sending him over the edge.
"o-oh, fuck... wait. i'm gonna—"
he quickly stops, digging his nails on you to hold back.
"shit... that was close."
he chuckles nervously, looking over your shoulder to check if anyone seems suspicious— actually, everyone left the office. maybe to take a break... or maybe because they found out about what was going on between the two of you. either way, dazai was not in the mood to think which one was it.
"oh. seems like we're alone, hm? why don't you get on your knees and—"
he trails off when you turn around, caging him between your thighs. as soon as your lips touch the little skin of his neck that you can find in between the bandages, his eyes are already rolling back.
dazai can no longer hold back when he's being pampered with kisses, engulfed in the softness and warm of your body, and when you press against his hardness just a little more—
he doesn't even realize that he came inside his pants. too focused on feeling your skin below your shirt.
"don't move, bella..." he whines, resting his forehead on your shoulder.
he's embarrassed you're able to have such an effect on his body, but he doesn't mind when it feels so good.
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Now That You Are No Longer Here
Characters in Order of Appearance: Chūya Nakahara, Osamu Dazai, Mori Ōgai, Sylvia Plath (an oc made by @the-mourning-stars )
Fandom: Bungō Stray Dogs
Genre: Dark Content (Dead Dove)
Summary: Dazai Osamu had been looking for ways to end Chūya Nakahara's life from the second he forced his way into it. He never once thought for a moment that he was going to succeed: Chūya was simply invincible. However, after just under a year of them working together, a freak accident concerning an ability that Dazai should have stopped, Chūya's life is abruptly and cruelly cut short. They were only teenagers who barely even knew each other, and yet, one was responsible for the death of their teammate, their friend. Dazai wouldn't miss him, of course he wouldn't. After all, they hated each other. So why does he feel so empty? Why does he feel like he can't live without the other being alongside him?
List of Chapters:
Prologue: Now That You Are No Longer Here
Chapter One: Foolishness, Responsibility, Blame
Chapter Two: Little White Room
Chapter Three: Salvation
Chapter Four: Goodbye, Double Black
Chapter Five: The Way He Said My Name
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