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fyorina · 3 months

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ᡣ𐭩 EAT IT 'TIL YOUR TEETH ROT!

FEATURING: dazai osamu, fyodor dostoevsky, nikolai gogol, suehiro tecchou & jouno saigiku, nakahara chuuya

SUMMARY: oral with the bsd boys! (wordcount: 4k; ņsfw; fem!reader; lowercase intentional/notes app smut ahaha; more warnings at the start of each section!)

AUTHOR'S NOTES: plsss someone help me with this divider issue i beg, why can't i use dividers on my fics (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ i got carried away on chuuya's <.<

DAZAI OSAMU

fem!receiving, edging (650 wc)

your breath is shaky, eyes sliding shut as your thighs tremble, keeping them spread apart. one buck of your hips, your thighs clamping down around his head, even letting a moan spill from your lips, and you would lose.

dazai is having the time of his life. you can feel the way his lips curl up into a wide smile against your cunt, the tip of his tongue tracing circles between your folds. you long to bury your hand in his dark curls and force him down between your thighs, burying his face between your folds, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction of winning again.

your breath catches as he flicks his tongue over your clit, lips parting in a silent moan. but instead of keeping the pressure on, dazai pulls back, brown eyes peering up at you through his lashes, deceptively innocent.

“did you say something?” he asks, leaning his cheek against your inner thigh as he watches you.

“osamu,” you warn, but your tone was far less threatening than you intend for it to be considering you’re breathless and it’s tinged with an embarrassing amount of neediness.

“bella,” he coos, “you’re making this so difficult for us both. just agree, and we’ll both get to feel good, yeah?”

difficult for us both, you want to scoff at his words. you can see the sick enjoyment thinly veiled beneath the faux-sympathy—he’s enjoying this, watching you squirm as he edges you over and over again, and that pisses you off even more.

but there isn’t much more of this you can take. your head feels hazy and your vision is blurry—if you look to the clock sitting on his desk, you know it would say it’s nearly seven o’clock, the sun setting long ago. the two of you have been at an impasse for nearly an hour now and-

“fine!” you spit out as dazai’s warm breath ghosts over your cunt again. “fine, i’ll do your goddamn paperwork, you lazy piece of-“

dazai doesn’t even hesitate, pressing his open mouth back against your cunt and sliding his tongue between your folds. this time, you let your thighs clamp down around his head and your hand fly down to grip his dark locks, pressing his face down impossibly closer against you as your back arches up off his desk.

dazai moans shamelessly against you, hands coming up to hold your thighs as he buries his face into your cunt, fucking his tongue deep into you once before sliding up to focus on your clit.

dazai is exceptionally good at using his tongue—usually, he uses it for nefarious means, like talking circles around kunikda until the man gets frustrated enough to storm off or antagonizing chuuya to the point of the port mafia executive erupting, but every once in a while, he puts it to good use.

like now.

you think it should be humiliating how quickly your hips are stuttering against his face, how you’re so quickly breathing out his name, how your mind becomes muddled and empty of anything but the feeling of his hands and his tongue, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

“osamu,” you gasp. “osamu, i’m close, i’m-“

dazai sucks gently at your clit, teeth grazing the sensitive bud, and you’re gone. your jaw falls slack and your stomach tightens, hips jerking up and thighs tightening, as you come undone on his tongue.

he lets you ride out the waves of your high, tongue lazily sliding beneath your folds as he laps up all of your cum, careful not to let a single drop go to waste.

as soon as you‘ve mostly settled down, heart still racing and ears still ringing, he leans back.

his eyes are lidded and his cheeks are flushed pink, lips swollen and wet—utterly debauched as he stared up at you.

“one day, you’ll let me die between these thighs, bella.”

•••

FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY

male!receiving (850 wc)

you smile softly as you press a soft kiss to the tip of his cock, relishing in the way it instinctively jumps at your touch, reacting in a way that the cool and collected man above you certainly will not.

fyodor’s long, thin fingers toy with your hair as you nuzzle your nose into his thigh. he’s more focused on the computer screens in front of him that gives him a bird’s eye view of the events happening yokohama, but every once in a while you can feel the way his fingers pause in their ministrations, proving that you have a bit more of his attention than he’d care to admit.

“fedya,” you murmur, glancing up at him from where you’re kneeling but he barely spares you a glance, frowning at something on the screen.

you sigh dramatically, turning your attention back to where you had managed to free his cock from its confines. you never thought you’d describe a cock as pretty before you saw his for the first time, but it is. it stands tall and pale with a pretty, leaky pink tip that you can never stop yourself from poking at with your tongue, a vein on its underside that you can never stop yourself from tracing.

you hum softly as you lean in again to do just that, letting the tip of your tongue trace up the underside of his cock along the vein before letting your lips close gently around the tip of his cock, flattening your tongue against the beading precum.

fyodor’s thighs tense beneath your hands. your eyes gleam, peeking up to see him glancing down at you, an unreadable look in his purple eyes.

he doesn’t tell you to stop. so you don’t.

reverting your attention back to the job at hand, you let your eyes flutter shut as you take fyodor deeper into your mouth, lips sliding down his cock. your eyes water a bit as your throat adjusts to the stretch—taking fyodor all the way down your throat is always a struggle—but you hear the quiet noise that slips from his lips and immediately, you’re blessed with a newfound willpower because fyodor dostoevsky’s moans might be the prettiest sound in the whole world, and the rarest, but you are determined to hear them tonight.

“temptress,” you hear him sigh. “i indulge in you far too much.”

your hands slide against his thighs as you shift on your knees to get a better angle, and you feel his fingers slide against your hair, caressing you in a way that makes you want to melt into him.

you force your eyes back open as you lift your head up, watching as he tilts his head back, lips parted in a silent moan. you kiss up his length messily, and you think that you could spend an eternity on your knees in front of him worshipping his cock if it meant you’d be blessed with the symphony of his soft, breathy moans and gasps.

sinking your mouth back down around him, your tongue teases his slit before swirling around his length. you feel his cock twitch in your mouth, hips bucking slightly—and you know he’s close. you take him all the way down your throat, only sheer willpower stopping you from gagging around his length, but your efforts prove worthwhile when you hear a choked, obscene moan escape fyodor’s lips at the sudden feeling of your tight throat spasming around him.

his thighs tense again, fingers pressing just a bit more firmly against the back of your head as he spills his cum down your throat with no warning. you hum around him, swallowing every drop before pulling off of his cock with a pop, tongue darting out to lick your lips as you look up at him.

his expression is fond, if not a little flushed as he holds his hand out to you, beckoning you to join him on his chair.

you take his hand, letting him help you up from the floor and into his lap, and you shudder when you feel his cock slide against your panties as you settle against his chest, still half hard. you move to try to subtly grind your hips but his hands snap to your waist firmly, keeping you still.

he clicks his tongue in a chiding manner. “insatiable,” he murmurs, cool lips grazing your neck as he leans down to brush them against your skin. “but you have to wait this time, things are finally getting… interesting.”

you turn your head to the side to look over your shoulder at him, noticing that he’s watching one of the upper screens with rapt fascination. following his gaze, you see a timer counting down from two minutes, and his finger hovering over a button that you know will override the cancellation command should it be hit.

you lay your head down against his shoulder and mourn, because you think this is going to be the longest two minutes of your life.

•••

NIKOLAI GOGOL

fem!receiving, a bit of blood play and pain play, nikolai is so debauched & i love it (850 wc)

nikolai buries his face between your thighs like a man whose been starved for weeks. he’s sloppy, rough, ravenous. he bites your inner thighs so hard that you bleed, and then he licks it up, face smeared with a depraved mixture of spit, cum and blood.

your breath is shaky as he looks up at you with eyes that are so wide and adoring that it almost looks unfitting on such a crude scene. you reach down, fingers grazing his cheek, and he leans into your touch so instinctually that it makes you want to pull him up and devour him yourself—but instead, you press two fingers to his lower lip and watch as he takes them into his mouth, making a show of lewdly sucking them, eyes fluttering shut and tongue swirling around the digits. you press down hard on his tongue and he moans, high-pitch and whiny, hips instinctively jerking to grind against the bed.

pulling your fingers back from his lips, nikolai doesn’t hesitate as he drops his head back down between your thighs. you let out a breathy sigh as he licks back along the bite on your thigh, lapping up the blood that had spilled while he was sucking your fingers.

your head falls back against your pillow as nikolai drags open mouthed kisses up your thigh to your cunt, eyelids heavy and lips parting. you gasp, feeling nikolai’s tongue sweep between your folds.

the grip he has on your thighs borders on painful, and you know you’ll have marks in the shape of his fingerprints decorating them in the morning, but it feels good—the bruising grip, the stinging wound on your inner thigh, the feeling of his tongue circling your clit and his lips sliding against your cunt. he’s so messy, so eager, that you can barely think straight.

your fingers twist the sheets beneath you, back arching up off the bed as your hips jerk when nikolai sucks your clit—always playing the dangerous game with his teeth as he lets them graze the sensitive bud, just enough to let a shock run through your body.

he moans against you, loud and obscene as one of your hands fly from the bed to his hair while the other swings to cover your mouth, muffling the noise that nearly slipped through your lips.

a mistake, of course, because nikolai’s instantly reaching up to grab your wrist, pinning it down to the bed next to you. he doesn’t look up at you, too focused on fucking his tongue deep inside of you, nose nudging your clit. your thighs instinctively tighten around his head and you glance down when you hear him let out another muffled groan, this one even more whiny than the last, taking on a lilt that it only takes when he’s close to release, you can tell even with his face buried in your cunt.

“oh, fuck,” you breathe out, eyes widening when you see nikolai grinding his hips against the bed, desperate and erratic, trying to get himself off in time with you.

the sight of it sends a shock through your body, a gasp escaping your lips as you press the back of your head into the pillow, lashes fluttering and thighs trembling on either side of his head. you can feel heat spread through you like a wildfire, your hips instinctively jerking up to grind hard against his face. your wrist strains against his ironclad grip, squirming as his tongue drags in and out of your cunt over and over again.

he pants against you, wanton and shameless, hips snapping against the bed faster, each thrust timed perfectly with his tongue plunging in and out of you. your vision feels blurry and your thigh muscles burn as he tongue fucks you closer and closer to release.

you try to tell him that you’re close, head falling to the side and saliva pooling at the corner of your lips—your head feels foggy and your body feels hit. the lewd sound of his moans and the creaking of the bed and the sloppy, wet sound of his tongue driving in and out of you, swiping up between your folds, flicking over your clit, it’s all too much for you. you can’t keep up. you’re pretty sure the warning comes out as a garbled slur of incomprehensible words.

your entire body seizes when you cum, thrashing in his hold, your free hand flying up to grab the pillow behind your head as you cry out his name. distantly, you realize that he must have cum too, you can feel the way his hips still against the bed after one last frantic thrust, you can hear the pornographic moans muffled against your cunt—god, he’s shameless, you think again as you lay limp against the bed, reeling from your intense orgasm.

in your half-dazed state, you feel nikolai rest his cheek you thigh and say: “quiz time!” and you swear you might just suffocate him down there next time.

•••

JOUNO SAIGIKU & SUEHIRO TECCHOU

male!receiving, face fucking, jouno's a bit mean & guides you through it, 'princess' pet name (600 wc)

“that as deep as you can go?”

jouno has the nerve to sound disappointed as you struggle to take tecchou’s cock down your throat. you want to glare at him, or spit out a vile string of words that would put his mouth to shame, but you can barely even breathe with your lips and throat being stretched like this.

your nails are biting into tecchou’s tense thighs as you try to keep yourself steady, and you can hear the man breathing heavy above you, his own fingers digging into the edge of the bed he’s sitting on as if he’s afraid to touch you.

you can’t even bring yourself to look up at him, focused on trying to take tecchou deeper because the last thing you want is to give jouno something else to lord over your head.

“c’mon, princess.” the sweet pet name sounds so degrading and insulting the way jouno says it. you hear his heels clicking against the floor as he makes his way over to the two of you, dread builds in the pit of your stomach as you feel his familiar, thin fingers entangle in your hair, pressing gently against the back of your head. “i taught you better than this.”

“jouno-“ tecchou tries to say. you hardly have a chance to relish in how utterly broken the strongest hunting dog sounds above you, voice breathy and cracking over your boyfriend’s name, because in an instant, jouno’s fingertips are digging into the back of your scalp as he pushes your head down hard, forcing your nose to tecchou’s pelvis.

your throat spasms at the sudden intrusion, choking and gagging, trying to pull off but jouno’s far too strong for that to be successful. tears spill over your cheeks and your body trembles as you try to adjust but you can’t because tecchou let’s out a strangled gasp as his hips jerk up instinctually, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat hard.

you can’t breathe, you realize, panicked as black dots swarm your vision. you try to reach back and slap off jouno’s arm but that only spurs him on more. he pulls your head back, making you think he’s going to give you a bit of relief, only to push it back down instantly. cruel. he’s always so cruel.

your nails drag against tecchou’s thighs, leaving deep red lines in their wake as you struggle to remain conscious. you feel pricks and pins all over your body, your head feels fuzzy.

distantly, you can hear tecchou’s obscene moans and garbled words and you wish you have more awareness because you want to be able to remember this. it’s not everyday you have the meteor slasher crumbling beneath your touch and god knows when, or if, jouno will let this happen again.

it feels like it’s been an eternity and a second all at once when tecchou’s hips finally stutter and still against your mouth, spilling his cum deep down your throat. you barely even hear his choked warning before the warm, thick liquid is coating the inside of your throat.

you struggle to swallow, and you think you must look disgusting as jouno finally lets you lift your head from tecchou’s cock and you crumple against his leg, clutching at the red material of his pants to try and hold yourself up—but tecchou looks at you with such a devoted expression that it makes you hot and flustered, and jouno’s fingers are carding gently through your hair as if to make up for the roughness.

“lay down.” you hear him say to tecchou, voice sharp and commanding. “now it’s her turn.”

•••

NAKAHARA CHUUYA

male & fem!receiving (69), face fucking, 'doll' and 'baby' pet name (1.1k wc)

you aren’t sure how chuuya managed to convince you to do this.

your thighs tremble on either side of his head, straining to not drop all of your weight on his face as you lean forward over his lithe body, lips hovering above his cock. you feel him pinch your outer thigh hard and you yelp, body jerking instinctively.

“c’mon, doll,” chuuya coos, trying to coax you into lowering your hips so that you’re sitting on his face, rubbing your thighs soothingly. “you know i can handle it. relax.”

his tone is soft, but you can hear the edge to it, almost as if he sounds insulted over the fact that you don’t trust in his capabilities and you would roll your eyes if you weren’t so nervous.

“i don’t want to suffocate you,” you snap at him, thigh muscles already burning painfully.

“don’t piss me off.” chuuya’s temper finally starts to waver after five minutes of trying to make you relax. his words are biting, as if your fears are utterly ludicrous. “stop holding yourself up or i’ll make you stop.”

“chuuya,” you complain, a bit more pathetically this time.

chuuya doesn’t even deign you with a response this time. you gasp when you feel his arms hook around your thighs, toned biceps tensing as he physically forces you down on his face. your eyes shoot open, lips parting in a silent moan when he immediately buries his face into your cunt, tongue licking a blazing stripe between your folds.

“chuuya,” you cry when you feel his lips close around your clit, rolling the sensitive bud between his teeth gently.

chuuya hums around you, the vibrations making your abdomen coil and your hips unconsciously grind down against his face. he jerks his hips up, as if he’s impatient, and you vaguely remember what you’re supposed to be doing, laying a wet, open-mouthed kiss against his length.

you can hardly think straight as chuuya’s tongue swirls around your clit, heat spreading through your body rapidly. it takes three attempts, but you’re finally able to wrap your lips around the tip of chuuya’s cock, the familiar taste of his precum overwhelming your senses.

you try to focus on sliding your lips down his length—a difficult endeavor considering chuuya is evidently doing his best to make it impossible for you with how he plunges his tongue into your hole, one hand sliding up your thigh so he can press his thumb against your clit.

your head feels light and airy, and with a bit of diluted horror, you realize you might be close to cumming already—with the taste of chuuya on your tongue, the sound of him groaning against you, the feel of his tongue and fingers working deftly to bring you closer to release, it’s almost too much for your body to handle.

you don’t even realize that you’re barely sucking him off until chuuya gets impatient, this time snapping his hips up so abruptly that he drives his cock halfway down your throat. your eyes shoot open, a muffled moan spilling from your lips at the unexpected action, because chuuya is hardly ever forceful when you give him head, always letting you take the lead.

“fuck,” chuuya breathes out, gasping as he kisses your thigh, panting for air before he dives right back in. “you liked that, didn’t you? want me to fuck your face, baby? felt you tighten ‘round my tongue.”

you don’t respond—can’t really. chuuya’s hips snap up again, forcing his cock deeper down your throat, your lips flush to his pelvis, his tip shoved down the back of your throat. you gag around him, tears spilling over your cheeks as your nails dig into his thighs, trying to adjust to his length stretching you.

“so fucked out already that you can’t even do one job,” he sighs softly, lifting his head to ghost his lips back against your clit, your entire body shivers as you let out a muffle sob around his cock. “s’okay, doll, i’ll do all the work.”

he hardly gives you a second to process his words, not that you’d be able to even if he did give you the time. you’re choking over him as he thrusts his hips up again, fingers digging into your ass cheeks as he drags you back down so he can smother himself in your cunt.

your head feels foggy—you’re not sure if it’s from lack of air and the feeling his cock bullying your throat and his hips rutting against your face, or if it’s from the way chuuya’s tongue is drawing circles around your clit so quickly that you can barely keep up, dragging between your folds to fuck deep inside of you before repeating the process over and over and over again.

you’re so gone. you’re so gone, you can’t think straight, your body feels like its on fire, thighs straining around his head, chuuya is moaning against you, thrusts erratic and frenzied as he chases his release. you’re still sputtering around him, your face must be a mess of drool and cum, and you think you might be cumming already, you can’t tell, you’re trying to focus on getting him off but he wasn’t lying when he said he’d do all of the work, you can scarcely even flatten your tongue along the vein that runs on the underside of his cock.

you don’t need to though, because the moment chuuya feels you moaning his name around his cock with your cum staining the lower half of his face, his hips stutter and still against your face, cumming so deep down your throat that you genuinely think you might drown in it.

you should pull off of him, you’re struggling to breathe through your nose, your vision is spotty, but your limbs won’t cooperate with you, laying limp on—you wonder if you’re about to pass out.

luckily, chuuya still seems to have enough sense for the both of you.

he reaches down, hands wrapping around your waist so he can twist you around so that you’re laying comfortably on his chest. still desperately trying to recover from your orgasm, you settle against him, listening to the steady thrum of his heart as you try to ground yourself.

“see, baby.” his chest rumbles gently as he speaks lowly, a comforting familiarity, you’re still so out of it that you find yourself starting to dose off. you can hear the soft smile on his face as he tilts his head down to ghost his lips against your hair. “not so bad, was it? don’t be so nervous next time.”

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osaemu · 6 months

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NAKAHARA CHUUYA: ❛❛ WRONG PLACE, RIGHT TIME ❜❜

.ೃ࿐ a quick fuck with chuuya in his office is riskier than you'd expect, but it's so worth it. NSFW

contents: fem!reader. public sex (you almost get caught), desk sex, blowjob, fingering, manhandling, brief handjob, praise kink, degradation, use of slut, implied edging, pussy slapping, chuuya briefly forces you to ride his foot under his desk.

author's note: very self-indulgent bcs i can't stop thinkin' about chuuya

"shit, baby, keep looking pretty just f'me," chuuya groans from above you, one hand tangled in your hair. you're kneeling underneath his desk and giving him the riskiest blowjob known to man. anyone could just walk in and see you two, but thankfully, nobody's entered chuuya's office—yet.

you swirl your tongue on his reddening tip, smiling when chuuya lets out another breathy groan. his eyes are fixated on you, only you, even as his grip on the pen in his hand threatens to snap it in half. "f-fuck, you and your slutty tongue," chuuya curses, foot bouncing on the floor as you hum in response. the vibration nearly drags another long, loud moan out of chuuya, but he swallows it back.

"are you try'n to get us caught?" he hisses, tightening his grip on your hair. chuuya forces your mouth farther on his dick, grinning when your gag reflex kicks in. "c'mon, doll, you can take it."

due to chuuya's dick being shoved down your throat, it gets a little harder to breathe. you whine and nudge chuuya's leg, fluttering your eyelashes at him in an attempt to get him to loosen his grip on your hair. he laughs and shakes his head, touching the outside of your thigh with his shoe.

"look at you, kneelin' under my desk and looking so pretty f'me," chuuya cooes, ignoring the whimpers that escape your lips. "deep breaths, sweetheart. breathe through your nose, it'll get easier, i promise. you're doing so fuckin' good."

you obey and try to inhale through your nose, but it's hard—the air is thick and warm around his dick, but it gets a little more bearable. so you continue sucking him off, tongue lapping at his tip as chuuya struggles to suppress the groans that keep slipping from his lips.

right as chuuya's breaths get to a whole new level, you hear the door to his office creak open and chuuya shoves you entirely under his desk. his foot pushes you to the very back of it as he forces a scowl onto his flushed features. "the fuck you want?" he hisses at whoever opened the door.

"is this a bad time?" a familiar voice replies hesitantly. you recognize it instantly—akutagawa ryunosuke, another member of the port mafia. he pauses before continuing, "i can come back another ti—"

"no, it's fine," chuuya mutters, taking his hat from where it's perched on the corner of his desk and setting it on his head. from your spot under his desk, you can see just how red his face is—no wonder akutagawa sounded so reluctant to ask for something from chuuya.

"are you sure?" akutagawa asks, and you reach up and brush your fingers over chuuya's dick. chuuya flinches and an almost imperceptible sound escapes his lips before he quickly covers it up by shaking his head.

"just tell me," chuuya says briskly, features pinched and bright red. he slips his foot in between your thighs and teases your soaking pussy, and his movements are a little rougher than you'd expect. you suppress a soft moan at the way his shoe rubs against your pussy, and reach up to give chuuya a handjob.

when your thumb brushes against his leaking tip, chuuya swallows and rests his chin in one of his hands while resting the same elbow on his desk. akutagawa starts talking about some mission, but you can tell that chuuya's attention is entirely fixated on you. he slips his foot farther in between your thighs and bounces it, forcing you to essentially ride it.

"chuuya, are you alrig—" akutagawa starts, but chuuya cuts him off quickly.

"now really isn't a—fuck—good time," chuuya manages to force out, forehead pressed into his hand. he grits his teeth and hisses something about a headache, and akutagawa leaves a moment later. the second he's gone, chuuya reaches down and drags you out from under his desk. "you fuckin' brat, couldn't keep your hands to yourself for two goddamn seconds?" he snarls, a bead of sweat dripping down the side of his face.

you smile cheekily as chuuya manhandles you onto his desk, scattering papers and pens on the floor as he rolls you onto your back. you flinch at the sudden cold from his desk on your skin, but chuuya wastes no time in spreading your legs and studying your pussy. "god, have you been this wet the whole time?" he drawls, slipping two of his fingers into his mouth. a moment later, those same fingers are in your pussy. "first you suck me off during work hours, then you try to give me a damn handjob while one of my underlings is in the fuckin' room? you needa learn your place, slut."

chuuya curls his fingers inside of you, and your back automatically arches in response. "feels so good," you moan as he continues fingering you, and the way your heart pounds at the thought of someone walking in on you two is unlike any sort of fear you've had before. "w-what if someone walks in?" you mewl, thighs pressing together around chuuya's hand.

he forces your legs apart again as he sneers down at you. "shoulda thought of that before you tested me like this, doll. stupid fuckin' brat, you gotta learn to use that pretty head of yours," he tsks. chuuya uses his other hand to tap the side of your head as he speaks, and white spots decorate the edges of your vision.

"c-chuuya!" you whine, and as your sounds get louder and louder, chuuya eventually slaps his hand over your mouth and muffles your moans. even though it's hard to breathe again, everything just feels so good, and you finally understand the appeal of getting fucked on a desk. it's exhilarating, and the thought of getting walked in on only turns you on even more.

"m' gonna cum," you whimper, thighs trembling as chuuya's fingers make your vision swim. you swear stars are dotting the corners of your eyesight as he goes a little deeper in you, and fuck, you can hardly think about anything besides chuuya. "ngh, i'm gonna—"

"heard ya the first time, doll," chuuya mutters, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "y' wanna cum all over my desk, yeah?" you nod in response, disconnected pleas and whimpers slipping out of your mouth the closer you get. "who knew my girlfriend was such—a—fucking—whore?" chuuya laughs, pulling his fingers out and punctuating each word with a slap to your pussy. you cry out every time his hand connects to your throbbing pussy, and it's all you can do to stop yourself from begging him to shove his dick inside you right then and there.

it's too bad you don't have any self-restraint, because just a second later, you're pleading and begging for his dick. "please, chuuya, i n-need you inside me," you mewl, shaking and pawing at the air. "please? i'll do anythin', i just need you in me right now," you gasp.

chuuya shakes his head and sits back down in his leather chair, watching you and your fucked-out state. he leans back and exhales, eyes tracing over your trembling figure. "nah, i'll wait for when i get home," he says casually, putting his feet up on the desk besides you. "do me a favor and clean up here, yeah? why don't ya bend over and pick up my papers from the floor? good girl," he cooes as you slide off his desk and force yourself to scoop up the various items that fell to the floor while chuuya briefly fingered you.

chuuya's eyes follow you as you set his stationary back on his desk, and when you finish, he beckons you to sit on his lap with the same two fingers he used to fuck you with. you sit, and chuuya runs his fingers through your hair and presses his lips to your forehead.

"thank you," he murmurs, a smile dancing on his lips. chuuya pulls his head back and studies your expression before sighing and nudging you off him. "i'll see you at home, 'kay? be back by ten."

you nod in response and gather your things before backing out of his office. as you leave, you watch chuuya light a cigarette and ruffle his papers, eyes now focused on his paperwork. but as you wave goodbye, he momentarily looks up. "bye, darling," chuuya calls, and you can hear the smile in his voice as he continues, "can't wait for tonight."

#osaemu #chuuya smut #chuuya x reader #bsd smut #bsd x reader #chuuya nakahara smut #chuuya nakahara x reader #bungo stray dogs smut #bungo stray dogs x reader #chuuya x you #chuuya x y/n #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #nakahara chuuya smut #nakahara chuuya x reader #bungou stray dogs smut #bungou stray dogs x reader

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ashthemadwriter-archived · 1 year

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Getting to be your first time

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairing: Dazai, Chuuya X Fem!Reader

Request: "Chuuya and Dazai with a fem reader that’s a shy virgin that has never managed to pleasure herself, that’s what’s on my filthy mind rn" ◜By lovely anon!!◞

Genre: Smut

Format: Drabble

Warnings: NSFW! content, Pet names (Doll), Vaginal penetration, Cunnilingus, Oral (F receiving), etc

Word Count: 0.7K

A/n: Eye eye captain!

↳Osamu Dazai

The way you try to hide your face as his tongue goes deeper inside you has him losing his fucking mind. Dazai has taken a lot of virginities, he's been lots of people's "first time"; but not once he had ever felt special, not like how he feels now.

He's amused with how sensitive you are, and how you refuse to let go of his hand despite facing the need to squirm around. He's told you to let go and don't hold yourself back multiple times, but you just don't listen;

it's like you're asking him to take the lead and show you how loud he can make you become, without actually saying it.

Dazai is having the time of his life down there. He loves it when no matter how much he eats you out, your pussy still gets wet with even more arousal.

He decides to be gentle with you, to not rush anything and go on slowly. He takes his time, leaning closer to bask you with euphoria as he makes out with your cunt, delighted by the way you moan whenever he pokes your clit with his tongue.

"O-Osamu... I- I think I'm..."

No. He can't hold back anymore. Not when you call out for him this prettily.

Dazai Osamu is one greedy man, and he does not hesitates to show it off. He slowly rubs your entrance with one digit while focusing on the sensitive spot on your clit, and spares no pain to suck on the tender flesh to earn louder whines from you. Maybe you're just as greedy as he is; or else you wouldn't throw your head back and push his head further to your core, making the poor man suffocate between your thighs. But he is not irritated even one bit; Running out of breath while he has you screaming for him in his last moments are a dream he lives to see it becoming true.

He will try to be good for you, and maybe you will let him take his frustration out on your tight little pussy tonight,

and for many more nights to come.

↳Chuuya Nakahara

Chuuya can't decide if his pleased with the current situation, or annoyed.

Of course he's happy that he finally gets to have you all to himself, hell he will even refer to his current mood as "head over heels"; but it's not gonna work out if you keep hiding your face with your hands.

He gently grasps your hands and pulls them aside, revealing your gorgeous flushed face and an innocent look in your eyes that drives him insane. He just can't understand why you try so hard to keep him from seeing your pretty face and your cute little whimpers.

"Do you trust me, doll?"

Nod.

"Then stop holding back, ok? I wanna see you baby. All of you. You're so gorgeous sweetheart. Fucking breathtaking for me. So don't shy away anymore, alright?"

After seeing your nod of approval, he smirks and kisses your jawline as he starts rocking his hips back and forth again, satisfied when he finally hears your moans clearly. He hisses when he feels your hand approaching your mouth to cover it again, so he suddenly bites your neck.

Your loud whimper definitely fueled his ego, more than he expected.

Needy lips targeting the sensitive spot on your neck, attacking the warm skin with kitty licks and kisses are not exactly helping. You can't hold yourself from giving in anymore; digging your nails in his back while wrapping your legs around him are just making it more obvious.

Chuuya can clearly feel you getting closer to your release as your moans become louder and your grasp around him tightens, and he can't wait to feel your walls squeeze around him as you hide your face in the crook of his neck.

He would have told you that this was not going to be the end of the night, but the fun must be saved from ruining, right?

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devillexi · 1 year

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Walking In On Their S/O Masturbate

BSD Headcanons

Warning: degradation, use of the word slut, extremely smutty, afab reader, etc.

Hope you enjoy!

Dazai:

• Usually after work, Dazai liked to hang out at your place, so he could tell you all about his day.

• But he didn't expect to find you pleasuring yourself in bed. You were so preoccupied with chasing after your own release that you didn't notice him standing in the doorway.

• He was in a trance really. Seeing your fingers work so desperately, in and out, opening your pretty pussy. Your slick pooling underneath you, leaving a wet spot on the bed. It was a magnificent sight to come home to.

• He couldn't take just watching any longer when you started whimpering his name, frustrated with how your fingers weren't enough compared to his cock that would often ravage, wreck, and destroy your pussy.

• You were startled out of your stupor when you felt something touch your hand and gasped when you saw it was Dazai. Your face blew up in a sea of red as you asked him how long had he been there.

• His answer: "Just long enough to get me hard, my belladonna. If your pretty fingers aren't enough to satisfy you, then I'll replace them with something that will."

• It's a long week before you could finally walk properly after that.

Chuuya:

• You little minx...! How could you masturbate without him!? You know he likes to watch.

• As punishment for touching yourself without his explicit permission, he uses his ability on you to lift you off the bed. An absolutely startling surprise for you as you had no idea he was there.

• You shrieked and called out his name in surprise. He smirked as he watched you desperately tried to sturdy yourself but you were in the air. What could you possibly balance yourself on?

• "My naughty kitten...what was that you were just doing a moment ago?"

• "Ch-Chuuya!? Put me down!"

• "Not until you finish that little performance you were doing. Ah, what was it? Stuffing your fucking cunt without my supervision!"

• You were ticked off for being interrupted. You were so close to reaching your high!

• You wanted to be let down, but this position of being suspended in mid air with your legs open was tempting as well.

• Chuuya could see it in your eyes and smirked, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. "Why don't you go ahead and show me just how you were pleasuring yourself, huh? Lemme see, baby."

• His husky voice, heavy with lust, tempted you and you brought your hands back to your soaking cunt.

• "That's it, baby," he coaxed you, a tightness forming in his pants as you held his gaze. He licked his lips as you circled your fingers around your clit and groaned out, "Do a good job and I'll reward you good, baby."

• "Promise, Chuu?"

• "Oh, it's a promise. Now work those fingers and cum for me. I want to see you dripping on this fucking floor."

Rampo:

• His deduction skills was what lead him here in front of your bedroom door as it stood open, slightly ajar. You see, Rampo had noticed a couple of changes that had him curious. Whenever he came by, he noticed that your sheets would be replaced and there was often a heavily perfume smell in the room. Now the sheets by themselves wouldn't have been a clue if it wasnt for the fact that you change them before he arrives, every other day. And the heavy fragrant smell was just the tip of the iceberg. So naturally he became curious about what you were hiding from him, but he already knew what it was.

• He watched as you plunged your pink dildo into your tight heat. Your legs trembling as they laid wide open for the whole world to see. He watched as your dainty fingers circled your clit as you repeatedly sunk your dildo deeper and deeper.

• He knew that this was what you were doing but his poor feelings were still hurt. Why masturbate when he can give you just what you need? Was your little toy more satisfying than his cock? He thinks the fuck not. He becomes increasingly angry at the thought of you masturbating and pleasuring yourself without his permission. Your pussy belongs to him.

• Unable and unwilling to witness such travesty, he barged into your room, startling you.

• "So this is what you've been up to? You've been so sneaky I almost had the wrong impression that you were cheating on me!," he glared. Your heated face flushed an even more bright crimson.

• "Ra-Rampo, I thought-"

• "Save it. I think you're in need of a punishment," he said as he stalked over, taking hold of your dildo as he stared you down. "This filthy thing's been hogging my pussy. Who gave you permission to do this, slut?"

• You stammered, stumbling over your words, unable to give him a proper answer. It didn't matter though as Rampo removed the offensive thing, forcing it out of you and making you yelp. He discarded it haphazardly in the corner of your room.

• "If you're gonna please this cunt, it's only going to be through me. I guess I gotta teach you who this pussy belongs to, huh?"

• You could only whimper as your legs were spread and Rampo slid in between. You could see the fury and lust swirl behind his eyes as he eyed how soaking wet you were.

• "So disappointing," he sighed, already unbuckling his belt. "Who knew you'd go behind my back like this, you little slut?"

#bsd smut #lexi writes #bsd headcanons #bungou stray dogs #nakahara chuuya #osamu dazai #edogawa ranpo #dazai smut #nakahara chuuya smut #edogawa ranpo smut #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #bsd ranpo

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inkykeiji · 1 year

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got me praying, man this hunger, and feeling something rotten

characters: akutagawa ryuunosuke x fem!reader x nakahara chuuya

genre: smut

notes: just a lil something about aku jerking off as chuuya fucks the life out of you hehe! please heed the warnings and stay safe! | title credit: sit next to me by foster the people

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, aku being a dirty nasty little voyeur, pretend siblings as a habit and inside joke between reader and chuuya (only mentioned once briefly and not by them), akutagawa’s pov, two mentions of mori, reader is an assassin, size difference (chuuya is taller than reader), minimal prep, rough sex, noncon secret audio recording, aku’s kinda toxic in his thoughts and ideals

words: 3.3k

synopsis:

One final glance, he promises himself as he straightens up, already starved for another glimpse of you, belated grey eyes floating to your form again. Your head lolls to the side as dainty fingers trace the ridges of Chuuya’s spine, your hazy gaze connecting with gunmetal, keeping his stare captive for a moment—pinioning him down, bolting his body in place, slashing him wide open to peel back his skin and pry apart his bones and examine his insides, the very deepest and darkest parts of himself, reveling in the way he squirms and fawns and bears it all to you, holding himself open for you, always—before, at last, you wink.

You knew. You’ve known all along.

Despite the fact that Akutagawa always dutifully attends these extravagant work Galas—parties thinly veiled beneath the word ‘functions’ that Mori enjoys throwing for ‘networking purposes’, held at one of his many mansions scattered across Japan—you’d be hard pressed to actually locate him at any of them.

Usually, he finds a quiet corner, hidden and out of the way, to spend the night in—far from the commotion and the conversations and the crowds.

Tonight, however, he leans against the railing of the mansion’s balcony, overlooking the ballroom, a glass of half-finished champagne dangling between slim fingers, and he watches.

Because tonight, something has enraptured his attention.

This is the first Gala you’ve been permitted to attend, limited spaces reserved for upper-level Port Mafia members only.

A blur of crimson and onyx, you whirl across the marble floor in Chuuya’s arms, narrowly but expertly avoiding the other couples, your fingers loosely interwoven behind his neck, playing with the little curling tufts of copper at the nape, his hands on your lower back, fingers splayed wide, tips resting on the swell of your ass.

Like Akutagawa’s little sister, you too were born with no ability. You had been brought in to fill the gaping hole Kyouka’s absence has left—the role of an unassuming assassin; cute, sweet, deadly—and had been doing a fair job so far despite the fact that you’re an adult, with Chuuya assigned to train you in hand-to-hand combat, and Gin to train you in stealth.

It’s a position Akutagawa has refused for his own younger sister many times.

But your talents seem to be befit for it, effortlessly able to morph into whatever countenance the job calls for—the sweet, naive little girl; the playful, saucy little minx; the sad, desperate little baby—resulting in both men and women instantly lowering their guard around you (there’s no way such a sweet thing could ever be dangerous, right?) just before you strike and slit their throat from ear to ear.

Your laughter rings out over the crowd, gently tugging him from his thoughts, eyes drawn back to your form. You’ve ceased your dancing, Chuuya using his full body weight to back you against the wall as you giggle and gaze up at him, caged between his chest and plaster.

Large hands are pressed flat, fingers splayed, on either side of your shoulders as his hips keep your thighs spread, your obscenely tiny cocktail dress stretched as far as it can be, ridden-up material cutting into your skin.

Chuuya’s talking to you, his body closing in on yours—tighter and tighter and tighter—as his lips work, their movements soft and smooth as silk. Akutagawa can barely imagine the words that must be flowing from his skilled mouth.

Your eyes are dark, glittering beneath Chuuya’s shadow, daring him to do all of the things he’s murmuring to you. His forehead pushes against your own, mouths so close his lips must be brushing yours as he speaks, and Akutagawa cranes his neck, attempting to achieve a better view.

It’s absolutely disgusting, deplorable, that the two of you are acting in such a manner, let alone in public, and Akutagawa can hardly believe no one is objecting to something so obscene. Disgust unfurls in his belly, sticky and thick and tainted with a coat of acidic jealousy, snuffing out the few flares of inexplicable, unmistakable desire.

“They seem a little close for siblings, don’t you think?”

“That’s because they aren’t real siblings,” Higuchi responds dutifully, head bowed slightly. “It’s a lie they used to use when they were kids, to con people into giving them money or food. I guess they just...Haven’t fully grown out of it yet,” she shrugs.

Ah. That makes more sense; the two of you look nothing alike. Briefly, Akutagawa wonders if Mori knows this, and concludes that he probably does—probably did, the moment Chuuya brought you into his office, introducing you as his ‘little sister’ and asking for a job.

“How do you know this?”

“I know things,” she says, body bristling, a little defensive. “I hear things, you know,” she makes a vague motion with her hand as way of explanation.

He doesn’t know, but he doesn’t care enough press the issue. He supposes it doesn’t matter either way.

“Wait,” Higuchi begins slowly, turning to look at her superior with widened eyes. “Why are you interested?”

“No reason,” he responds, downing his drink before shoving the gleaming champagne flute at her. “Get me another one of these.”

And then she’s off, nodding and murmuring his honorific to herself as she bustles away, nothing more than a bothersome bug, swatted away with a single sweep of his hand.

Grey eyes scan the crowd again, picking you out with practiced ease, something hard and heavy sinking in his chest when he finds both of your hands in one of Chuuya’s, a devious smile painted across your face as you back away, leading him into the shaded depths of the hallway, Chuuya’s steps languid and lazy as he allows you to pull him along willingly, readily.

Akutagawa’s body is moving before his mind can even comprehend it, forcibly switched into autopilot as it desperately follows you, allowing your aura to string him along like a dog on a leash, lovesick, hopeless.

It’s easy to tail the two of you, easy to hide behind pieces of mahogany furniture and large houseplants entirely undetected as you stumble down the dim hallways, legs entwined and lips locked, tripping over each other’s ankles only to catch yourselves a second before you tumble to the floor.

The sound of spit-slicked lips slipping and smacking echoes around the two of you—a borderline grotesque sound, sopping and squeaky—but neither seem to care, entirely absorbed in one another to notice much of anything at all.

It’s almost as if you’re attempting to devour each other, mouths smashing together as you attempt to swallow the other’s tongue, the drool leaking from the corners smeared across your chins and your jaws, shimmering in the low light; ravenous hands pawing at the hem of your dress and the buckle of his belt, gripping and tugging with a sort of unparalleled urgency—something Akutagawa has certainly never seen before, much less experienced himself—fingers vying and nails starved for the naked flesh of one another.

The two of you fall into the first open door you come across—a bedroom, you got lucky, one of many vacant rooms in this creaky old manor.

It isn’t exactly uncommon for Port Mafia members to stay the night, especially if they’ve had too much to drink or sniff or swallow. Akutagawa assumes you’ll be staying the night this time, too.

You must be really fucking drunk—or maybe you just don’t care, unbothered by the thought of someone walking in, of someone seeing—because Chuuya doesn’t even shut the door properly, giving the corner a halfhearted kick in a poor attempt to close it as the two of you stagger past it, the latch bouncing against its strike plate, failing to catch and click into place.

Well, if it truly doesn’t matter to you that much, then it doesn’t matter if Akutagawa stays to watch, right? Surely Chuuya would’ve taken the time and care to fully close the door, to make sure it was shut good and tight, if this was an issue or concern for either of you, wouldn’t he?

Of course he would have.

So it shouldn’t be a problem when Akutagawa presses a cheek against the ornate doorframe, the gap left by the door just wide enough for him to use a singular eye to peep in.

“Chuu—ah!” you’re crying out as Chuuya shoves you onto the bed, a dark chuckle oozing from his lips.

The mattress dimples beneath his hands and knees as he crawls over your heaving body, sitting back on your thighs.

“I want this off,” he’s saying, words slurred slightly, fingers creeping beneath the hem of your satiny dress and pushing upward; up past your hips, past your waist, past your breasts, until your arms are raising obediently, allowing him to tug the garment from your body completely.

Scarlet lace, delicate and imbued with tiny gems, coats the most intimate curves and contours of your body, bra glittering in the golden light with each rise of your chest.

“Fuck,” Chuuya breathes as he looks down at you, palms sliding up your stomach to grab at your breasts.

Akutagawa agrees—you look fucking breathtaking, all smooth dew-kissed skin that almost shimmers in the low light, undoubtedly softer than anything he’s ever touched, sweeter than anything he’s ever tasted, mouth watering at the thought; and a pair of jewels for eyes, shaded by thick lashes, that beg Chuuya to do all the things Akutagawa wishes he could do to you, all the things that Akutagawa’s wanted to do to you since the moment he saw you, all of the things he’s sure Chuuya had been murmuring to you only minutes ago, the heel of his palm grinding into his already hard cock through his trousers.

“I can’t wait to fucking ruin you,” Chuuya continues, the words still airy on his tongue, eyes still glued to your tits as his fingers grasp and knead and massage, and you laugh—a pretty little melody that has your neck arching off the pillow—a teasing little smile spread across your lips; bold, enticing.

“Well, get on with it already,” you say, and Chuuya’s hands cease their movement.

For a moment everything is still, your connected gazes thick and unblinking—challenging, almost—and Akutagawa expects him to hit you, a backhand hard enough to whip your head to the side, to leave an imprint of knuckles across your cheek, but Chuuya only laughs, the sound tangled with a deep growl rumbling in his throat.

“You little brat,” he’s snarling out, but it doesn’t sound mean, or harsh, or any of the things Akutagawa would think it to, words spit from between a sharp, toothy smile.

And then his fingers are tearing through the lace, fingertips clawing holes through the dainty fabric like flames licking through a spiderweb as it practically melts in his hands, nothing more than stringy tatters of ruined garments as he rips them from your body.

There’s no prep, Chuuya seemingly too impatient to waste any time with that, and the sweet little hiss that slithers out from between your teeth, features twisted in agony, as he shoves his cock into you has Akutagawa’s cock twitching eagerly against his palm.

He rubs it harder in response, crude and messy and desperate, palm cupping it through his pants and giving it a few halfhearted squeezes; nothing more than pathetic half-pumps, unable to jerk it properly with two layers of clothing in the way.

It’s so immature, so fucking juvenile, dirty and disgusting and downright shameful, but he doesn’t fucking care.

Chuuya’s hips start pounding hard and fast the instant he bottoms out, the grip of his fingers so tight on your hips that they’re sinking into the flesh, creating deep dips that’ll surely bear his name in the morning, signed in blotchy little ovals of navy and violet and splatters of broken blood vessels beneath your skin.

The pace is merciless, pleasure and sheer force rippling your flesh oh-so-prettily with the flexing of his hips.

Chuuya’s talking to you, utter filth spilling from his lips, obscenities huffed out on the tails of laughter that mingle with the sounds he’s quite literally fucking out of you, every drive of his cock pushing another melody up your throat and onto your tongue, so dirty it has torrents of heat flooding Akutagawa’s cheeks in rushes, pooling beneath the skin as it seeps through the tissues and staining them a dusty pink.

But Akutagawa’s barely listening; Akutagawa can barely concentrate on anything at all, his own pleasure muffling his ears, heavy breaths he keeps trying to suppress building in his chest, dense and suffocating. And it’s pathetic, really—he’s barely touched himself at all, cock straining against his trousers in desperate yearning, yet he can already feel those telltale sparks tingling in his gut, cinders that smolder in waiting, ready to catch fire at any moment.

Akutagawa’s cock is aching, his hips giving sloppy, premature little thrusts into his palm—insatiable, uncontrollable—and a whine reverberates in his throat, swallowed down with the pools of spit collecting in the crevices of his mouth.

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath, the word garbled and drowning in saliva.

This isn’t enough, he needs more, ramming his hand down his trousers without even bothering to undo the button, the waistband digging into his forearm tight enough to turn the skin a sickening bone white, just shy of cutting off his circulation.

A smooth hand wraps around the base of his cock and squeezes twice, hard, a futile attempt to ward off his embarrassingly impending orgasm.

From this angle he has a perfect view of your bouncing tits and contorting face—the way your brow scrunches together, relaxes, then tightens up again; the way your lashes flutter, flickering the whites of your eyes as they roll in your skull; the way your mouth, bitten raw and glimmering with saliva, stays pried open in a perfect little ‘o’ by the steady stream of vocalized pleasure pouring past it.

And, Christ, the noises you’re making are so fucking gorgeous—broken mewls and soft whines and airy moans—his free hand fumbling around in his pocket, struggling to pull his phone free from its confines, desperate to record what he can for later use.

It’s a difficult feat to perform with one hand, phone flipping open with the sharp click of plastic against plastic, thumb straining to hit that little red RECORD button, missing it twice before finally succeeding.

The feeling of triumph is short-lived, though, because he’s going to mess the whole recording up beyond repair if he doesn’t quiet down, if he doesn’t shut the fuck up.

Stubborn little whimpers keep climbing up his throat, rough and painful as they hitch and tangle with his hardly suppressed gasps, choked remnants tumbling past his mouth. Teeth slice into his bottom lip, bursts of copper staining his tongue as blood oozes from the fresh wound, the lines of his gums tinged bright crimson.

The strokes of his hand match the snap of Chuuya’s hips, jerking his cock hard and fast, just like how Chuuya’s fucking you, and if he focuses hard on your face, he can almost imagine it’s him fucking you, his palm slick with sweat, his grip pulsing in time with the noises spilling from your lips, simulating the throbbing of your cunt.

Heat begins to coil deep in the pit of his belly, cinders converging into something tight and fluttery and scorching, and he barely has the decency to stifle his groan of disappointment, forehead knocking against the doorframe, brow cinching and molars grinding as he tries to ward the eruption off for just a little longer, front teeth digging further into the gaping wound weeping on his bottom lip.

Tiny spikes of pain sear through his face; up his cheeks and down his neck, the sensation doing nothing to douse, dim, dull the roiling ball of fire in his gut.

“God, you’re so—so fucking good for me—take my cock so well—” Chuuya’s groaning, voice all ragged rasp, rough and gasping.

It’s true, you do take his cock well, and Chuuya gives it to you well, too, the smooth muscles in his thighs almost mesmerizing, graceful as they glide beneath his skin despite his borderline vicious movements.

Akutagawa’s thighs, in contrast, are beginning to tremble, little jolts of pleasure skittering up his legs and wriggling under his flesh in droves. His whole body is wound tight and tense, jaw clenched with such ferocity that it’s beginning to ache, muscles gone hard and stiff as if he’s physically trying to hold off his imminent orgasm, pushing back against an invisible surge.

Short, sharp huffs of breath are escaping his nose now, materializing in little droplets of condensation on the wood, wet and humid against his upper lip. The pumping of his hand accelerates, perfectly in sync with the brutal plunge of Chuuya’s hips, and his lids begin to droop, heavy and weighted with pleasure. It’s a struggle to haul them open again, vision blurring in and out of focus as he tries to concentrate, desperate to see how beautiful you look when you cum, ecstasy bleeding around the edges of his sight, bright and overexposed.

Because you’re getting close, too, Akutagawa can tell. It’s easy to see, obvious, evident in the pitchy wails that fade into the sweetest little rasps—poor imitations of the words they were supposed to be; evident in the way your spine arches so artfully off the mattress, each vertebra working in unison to form a perfect curve as your hips push towards Chuuya’s; evident in your flexing, trembling thighs and curling, vying fingers, grappling at the sheets and Chuuya’s shoulders, nails scraping against linen and skin.

Another three pumps of Chuuya’s hips, another three pumps of Akutagawa’s fist, and you’re both cumming in tandem, so hard it whites his vision and wipes his mind, so hard it kicks his breath from his chest in a pained wisp of an expletive, his orgasm amplified by your gorgeous little noises. Thick streams of cum explode all over his fist and briefs, burning and sticky and so, so much that it’s soaking through his underwear and into his suit pants, a large, uneven, dark patch staining his right thigh.

He can feel it, dribbling down his inner leg in large globs, viscous and gummy and leaving broad strokes, rapidly cooling trails in its wake.

There’s no way he doesn’t look a mess, strands of ink clinging to his temples and the back of his neck, soaked with salt and sweat, cheeks tinted with exertion, chest stuttering as he tries to swallow down tattered breaths in a feeble attempt to keep from drawing attention to himself.

There’s no way anyone wouldn’t be able to guess what he had just been doing in a mere instant, if they saw him.

Chuuya isn’t faring much better, to be honest, body collapsed atop of yours, heaving back shimmering with a sheen coat of perspiration, gleaming with each rise and fall as it catches in the light. Akutagawa doesn’t even remember Chuuya cumming—not that it matters, you’re the only reason he’s even here at all—too busy drowning in the intense bliss of his own orgasm to have noticed at all, all senses suffocated as the pleasure absorbed him, ate him up, swallowed him down, then spit him back out.

Finally, Akutagawa pushes off the doorframe with a weak arm, muscles spent and shrivelled with pleasure, wincing a little at the deep indent he’s sure the wood of the frame left on his forehead.

You knew. You’ve known all along.

His cock gives one last spurt in response—pitiful, pathetic, and entirely instinctive—and you smile.

And no matter how hard he tries, no matter how much he doesn’t want to be, he’s nothing more than warm, gooey putty in your soft palms.

He’ll never be anything more than that.

#akutagawa smut #chuuya smut #nakahara chuuya smut #akutagawa x reader #chuuya x reader #nakahara chuuya x reader #whewwwww #love aku so much waah

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ynculture · 6 months

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CHANGE

pairings: nakahara chuuya x afab reader

summary: I welcome you to my brain rots. I hope you’ll enjoy. When the bratty doll, disobeys, she gets karma. Chuuya comes to her rescue.

tags: I don’t know how to tag, Not beta, I blow like Oda’s orphans, Afab reader, I’ve never had sex, Fem pet names (Doll), Fingering (momentarily), SH sorry, thigh riding, creampies. P to V fucking, Idk what else omg, EXHIBITIONISM!!!

notes: please don’t do this, practice safe sex (never had sex). 18+, minor DNI!

wc: 1.7k

“That’s what you’re wearing?” Chuuya raised a brow as his eyes narrowed, scanning your frame. Glaring at the way you dress, your stature and all. Gazing and roaming his eyes on your physique, wearing a red collar tube dress that hugs your curves, greatly fitted on your body. Too much of your skin is exposed, it’s making him pissed.

It’s been some time since you got a day off from tons of missions demanded by the organization. So you decided to have a girls night out, clubbing with some other friends from the mafia. Chuuya is still busy with his paper works and reports that he won’t even bother join, not that he plans to crash the girls party.

“Huh? Why? Does it look bad?” You wondered, looking at your own self.

“No.” He exhaled sharply as his eyes darkened. “Come here, pretty doll.”

Confused and curious you comply to his request and walked closer to him. Standing in front of Chuuya when he suddenly bent you over the couch.

“W-what—” Your words hang on your lips as his gloved fingers traced the outline of your femininity through the thin fabric of your panties.

“It’s too short. A little movement and the skirt already hike up your thighs. Some bending over and your panties are already exposed. Perverted assholes would surely oggle at you at the club.” He pointed in a stern tone, irritation hinted all over his voice. Yet he’s groping at your ass, caressing lightly before gripping on each side of your hips, as he slightly thrust his pelvis from behind making you feel his bulge. Letting go of you as you fell on the couch.

“Go get changed.” He ordered with full of authority, drawing a sour expression on your face. Chuuya likes it when you dress up, and he never had problems with your kind of clothing, but your dress tonight is just… sinful.

You look rather ravishing that he might just not let you out, have you all for himself. Alone.

You held your eyes on him, unfazed as you look at him with blank gaze. Annoyed at his demand.

“Thanks for your concern. I’ll just be mindful.” The tip of your heels clink as you walk out. Shock was evident on his face at your disobedience. His head still processing your bratty act that he wasn’t able to react immediately. The door already closed behind you as you walk towards the elevator, going down the building. Excitedly made your way for the club.

It was a Saturday night. The club full of party goers, ready to get wasted for the night. Having fun at the jam pack dance floor, people dancing to the rhythm of the loud music under the neon lights.

———

You were just having your fun when a shiver creep up your spine when you felt a breathy sultry whisper by your ears. Too close enough to hear from the loudness of the night. Too close enough to invade your personal space. Making you all uncomfortable.

“What’s your name, gorgeous?” The stranger purred in your ear. His hand caressing at the roundness of your butt cheeks, lightly brushing his fingers by your inner thighs from behind. Groping at the plumpness.

Turning your back to face the man; his lips curved into a smug smirk, licking his lower lips, trying to look tempting— he was the same one who had been eyeing you ever since you set foot at the club earlier. Tall and handsome with his boyish charms, but simply not your taste. Not that he is even more interesting than Chuuya. (No one is more interesting than Chuuya could ever be, at least to you).

Your brows raised in irritation at his perverted advances. About to sass at him when someone from your behind harshly slapped the stranger’s hand away from being all touchy with you.

“Fuck off.” Chuuya warns. His gaze darkened, glaring icy daggers at the other guy. Clearly fuming and pissed off. Making it clear in his dangerous aura that he doesn’t accept any retorts or come back.

He hissed at him, clicking his tongue as the latter moved away and let go. Walking out of your sight, Chuuya’s expression lightly softens as he looked at you, caressing your cheeks gently.

“You okay, doll?” Concern was written all over his eyes, but you could only nod your head, still dumbfounded over the fact that he really still went after you at the club.

Your lips are agape but no words fell from your mouth.

‘Just what is he doing here anyway?’

“Good.” He exhaled, irritated and annoyance was still curved on his face as he held your hand, leading you out of the dance floor. Walking towards the table you and the girls occupied for the night.

You couldn’t help but let out a sigh as you tried to sit beside him, but he just grabbed at your waist, effortlessly placing you on his lap. Looking at him with questioning gaze, words hang from your lips. Without another word, he pushed your panties aside, sliding two fingers in your warmth. Harshly spreading apart inside.

It didn’t take another blink when his digits was replaced with his half-hard cock dipping in your pussy. You couldn’t help but hiss at the sting of not being prepared with any foreplay. Not yet slick enough with arousal to lubricate the sliding of his shaft.

Even still, he continues to penetrate deeper. Stretching your hole accustomed to his size. His hands are at each side of your hips, guiding the rocking and rolling of your body back and forth, up and down on his dick.

You couldn’t help but grip on the edge of the table for dear life as he didn’t paused his thrusting up to your hole. Even more so as you felt yourself slowly getting moist enough to drench his shaft with your wetness.

—Coldness rushes under your skin as he pressed his gloved palm on your inner thighs, lightly brushing his fingers over your clit, the same time Higuchi and Gin are coming back on your table. Your eyes widened as you gulped, letting go of your grip on the table out of reflexes.

“Ah?” They both paused as they saw the mafia executive.

“You’re here too, Chuuya-san?” Higuchi hiccups while Gin blinks her eyes trying to stay conscious. Both heavily drunk from drinking shots after shots from very moment you girls entered.

“That’s why we didn’t noticed where you went earlier. You suddenly went missing right there.” Higuchi lightly nodded to herself as she slumped on the other side of the couch, Gin sitting beside her, her head placed on the table, silent, drunken and sleepy.

“Yeah…” You awkwardly chuckles, feeling a little nervous yet thrilled and aroused over the current predicament. She continues bugging Gin, drinking even though they’re already clearly intoxicated. They didn’t even noticed how nor questioned why you’re sitting on a man’s lap, even more, your superior.

Or maybe simply, they just don’t bother. After all, it’s Chuuya. Chuuya Nakahara, Port Mafia Executive. Crashing your girls night out. Oblivious to how you straddle the mafioso's lap, riding on his thighs, with his thick hard cock buried deep in your pussy.

They’re back at the table, drinking and chugging glass after glass, bottles after bottles. Yet you and Chuuya are still busy in your own business.

Feeling him slightly increasing the pace of his thrusting up in your walls. Your folds fluttering at his base as he sinks deeper inside, burying himself in your core as your muscles clenched around his length. His thickness continuing to stretch you open at every slide.

Gathering all of your strength to not moan loudly as your breathing hitched. Whimpering lowly. Your chest heaving heavily as your gaze are shaky, sneaking glances at your friends, wary that they might caught you both in a shameless act.

Your nails digging in his skin as you held on his wrist. His gloved fingers teasing at your clit, rubbing circles as he pounded into you. You’re putting all your weight on him so not to give way on the deeds happening on your side. Keeping a lowkey vibe as Chuuya fucks you in front of your friends in a full packed night club.

You gritted your teeth as you clenched your jaws, lowering your head as your brows furrowed in pleasure. Biting on your lower lip as you hissed over feeling his teeth scraping on your nape.

“Shit… Fuck…Shh!—” Chuuya hushed and rocks as you roll your hips back to meet his pounding. His cock sloppily sliding back and forth your sopping cunt, drooling all over his balls and the crack of your bums. The zipper of his pants grazing at the skin of your back thighs.

His teeth lightly sink in the exposed skin of shoulder blade as he silently grunted near your ears. Feeling his cum painting your womb as he came inside your walls. Filling you full with his load. Breathless as he pressed kisses all over the length of your neck, nibbling on your skin, marking you with his love bites. His tongue swirling at the sucking.

“Chuuya…” You purred, trying to calm from the high.

“Hmm?” He hums as he continues to prep kisses. He’s unusually clinging to you in public. Displaying much affection than he usually does. His light kisses on your cheeks and forehead, turning into giving you hickeys. His warm embrace, turning into squeezing your frame with his hug. His hand that usually stays by the side of your hips or back, now kneading at the plump of your inner thighs, exposed to the cold breeze of the freezing air conditioner at the club. Making you more shaky and trembling than the washing of release over your femininity.

His hands and arms all over you. Covering your whole frame with his body, keeping you in a possessive protective manner.

“What are you doing here?” You wonders even though you already got the hint of his intentions for coming after you. His lips are by your ears, nibbling lightly on your earlobes.

“Why? You don’t want me here?” You snapped your head to look over him, your brows raised as amusement glinted your eyes over Chuuya’s pouty lips and whiny tone.

You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle that vibrated through your still connected flesh. Mixed love juices drenching his pants, but he could care less. He wouldn’t even dare let go to move slightly away and tuck his dick back inside. Feeling the throbbing member against your pulsating walls.

“Shut up.” His cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson, feeling hot and embarrassed at your chuckling over his reply.

“Let’s go home.”

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oh-ranpo · 1 year

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☾ - pairing: dazai osamu x fem!reader x nakahara chuuya ☾ - word count: 1.3k+ ☾ - warning: ⚠️ 18+ content, minors dni ⚠️ includes: phone sex, oral (fem!receiving), minor cursing, mentions of poly relationship and threesomes. ☾ - summary: It was all Dazai’s idea to call Chuuya while he was away, and you couldn’t imagine a more wonderful idea.

“Oh my God.”

You knew this wasn’t what he had expected when he had picked up your call, but you couldn’t help it. You missed him, and when Dazai had presented you with the idea, you couldn’t help yourself. Even if his motives had been entirely different from your own.

“Chuuyaaaa,” you whimpered, your eyes rolling slightly at the sound of his breathy moan on the other end of the line. You could practically see the flustered look on his face as he tried to pull himself together. If only he were here with you. If only you could touch him.

“God, this is frustrating,” he grumbled, though you could still hear the heat in his words. The second he had realized what was going on, his entire mood had changed, and you could hear it laced in every syllable he spoke. Your brow furrowed slightly, though the expression was short-lived as your body suddenly jerked and another low groan slipped past your lips as your fingers tugged on the head of brown hair between your legs. “Shitty Dazai getting to have all the fun.”

You had put Chuuya on speakerphone almost as soon as he had answered the phone, but the receiver was still close as it lay on the pillow next to your head. You had wanted to have both hands free while still having his voice right in your ear, and it gave both of your hands the freedom to push and tug on the top of Dazai’s head, just as his dark brown eyes lifted to meet yours. A smug grin turned up the corners of his lips as he pulled away from you briefly, earning a huff of annoyance from you.

“Aww, and here I was the one nice enough to think of you when we started this, slug. If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t get to hear our pretty girl fall apart on my tongue. And I know how much you love the sounds she makes.”

The arrogance in his voice might have been off-putting if it wasn’t for the swirl of emotions that bubbled in your stomach at the sound of Chuuya growling through the phone. You all knew that Dazai had hit a nerve, and excitement filled the room at how the red-head was going to react.

“Shut up, you dumb mackerel. Instead of spewing your bullshit, why don’t you put that mouth to good use?” It wasn’t a denial, and Dazai didn’t need to be told twice as his tongue slowly found it’s way back to your clit, your body arching and a whimper slipping past your lips in response.

“Talk to me, sweetheart. Tell me what he’s doing to you,” Chuuya’s soft voice continued, the edge to his tone a sure sign of his arousal, but now he was focused solely on you.

When the three of you had entered into this particular arrangement, it was well understood that it was to benefit everyone. Even though they fought often, Chuuya and Dazai’s feelings for each other were just as prominent as their feelings for you. However, despite their similar feelings, they had, at some point, made it a competition on who could please you more thoroughly. It was a win-win for you, and the result was that you often found yourself in situations such as this. Both of them were sure to take any opportunity they could to show up the other when one wasn’t around.

“His tongue, Chuuya… it’s… oh my God,” the words were stolen from your lips as one of Dazai’s slender fingers slipped inside of you just as his lips wrapped around the swollen bundle of nerves that he had been toying with for the last few minutes. Your eyes rolled back, and as he slipped in a second finger, you knew that you were losing focus. It was only the sound of Chuuya’s voice that brought you back down to reality.

“Does it feel good? Tell me, darling. I need to hear how good he’s making you feel,” he insisted, his voice becoming slightly more frantic and you knew that he was touching himself now. You could hear him shifting on the other end of the line, and the mental image alone almost sent you over the edge.

“Shit, I-I wish you were here,” you mumbled, just as Dazai’s fingers curled inside of you, causing a flash of white-hot pleasure to course through you. “He’s doing that thing with his fingers, that I-“ your breath caught when a third finger joined the first two, and a gasp escaped you as your eyes squeezed shut. “It feels so good, but I-I… I want you to-“

You couldn’t get the rest of the words out as the coil in your stomach started tightening faster, but judging by the now rapid breathing filling your ear, you knew that he understood what you were trying to say. While it was a competition between him and Dazai to make you feel good, you wanted them both to benefit. Even if one of them was hundreds of miles away.

“I do feel good, sweetheart. The sound of your voice- fuck. The way you sound as he works you…” Chuuya’s voice trailed off, but the fast breathing turned into a more primal growl that signaled he was close. Your fingers tightened in Dazai’s hair as you pulled him closer, your own orgasm now within sight.

The sounds falling from your lips as Dazai’s tongue and fingers worked you in ways that had you seeing stars was almost unholy, but you knew that Chuuya needed to hear them. Even when he was there with you, he always pressed for you to be more vocal. Anytime you tried to hold back, he was shaking his head and grabbing your chin so that you could meet those glowing, sapphire eyes that made you feel like you were drowning in all the best ways.

“Cum for me, sweetheart,” he huffed, a series of whimpers and moans gliding up your throat as your eyes squeezed shut and your entire body stiffened as rolling waves of pleasure coursed through your veins. Judging by the groans in your ear, you knew that the two of you had cum at the same time, and a smile tugged at your lips as your body slowly came down from the high that you had just reached.

With a low hum from his lips, Dazai slowly pulled his fingers out of you, and a victorious smile grace his features as he scooted up the bed so that he was now laying on the opposite side of the pillow from your phone.

“You hear that, slug? That was all thanks to me.”

After his arrogant statement directed towards your phone, Dazai leaned down to kiss you, your chest still heaving as the breath struggled to reach your lungs, though you found you could care less. Your hands immediately snaked to the back of his head, holding him to you as you tasted yourself on his tongue. Both boys knew how much you loved the intimate moments shared after sex, and the slow make-out that ensued as Chuuya cleaned himself up on the other end of the line was only proof of that.

“Just wait until I get home,” you heard a few moments later, and you pulled back just enough so that you and Dazai could turn to look at the phone as if you would see Chuuya suddenly lounging next to you. “The sounds you made tonight will be nothing compared to the ones I draw from you. That includes you too, shitty Dazai.”

You couldn’t help but shiver in anticipation, and the wide-eyed look that was momentarily displayed on the brunette’s face beside you indicated that he felt the same way. Chuuya was nothing if not a sore loser.

And this was a game he intended to win.

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giyuji · 2 years

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[KINKTOBER] — the sweetest!

cw. consensual somnophilia, descriptive sex, needy chuuya, love-sick chuuya, 18+ content, female!reader, creamp!e, mdni.

You’d left a light on for him. A small, red little table light greeted him on the entryway table. There was a post-it stuck to the mirror above it, and Chuuya suppressed a smile at the tiny heart you’d scribbled underneath your message.

You were so incredibly sweet to him; always kind enough to save him dinner, to keep him from coming home in darkness, to leave little notes with encouragements and detailed microwave instructions because you knew he couldn’t get that thing to work for the life of him. Without fail—you made his previously empty shell of an apartment feel like something worthy of coming home to.

For a lack of better words, you were the literal and figurative light of his life. He only wished to be granted more time with you. More tender moments, more intimate moments. Even if it was only an hour a day, he’d take it. He’d take it, and he’d cherish it.

A heavy sigh left his lips as soon as he laid eyes on your sleeping figure. It hitched in his throat halfway through, a surprised gasp interrupting it as soon as he took in your current attire. The black, dainty babydoll looked so deliciously scandalous, he almost thought you’d put it on purposefully, all intent on delivering him a raging hard-on without a hint of relief at your hands.

He wouldn’t blame you for it—he hadn’t been a very good husband these past weeks.

The fabric hugged your body perfectly, part of it hitched upwards from the way you’d positioned your legs. It left the matching lace panties bare for him to see. Chuuya began cursing under his breath, already feeling himself hardening at the sight. The soft breaths you let out made him feel guilty, guilty for having such thoughts while you were doing something as innocent as sleeping.

But he hadn’t held you—properly held you—for so long. He feared to have forgotten what you pussy felt like when it was wrapped around him, sucking him in so greedily. The one thing he thought he’d never forget. He longed to reach for you, to touch you, to satiate that desire pooling in his gut…but you were asleep.

. . .you were asleep.

Chuuya blinked at the thought. The previous agreement the two of you made appeared back in his head. He wasn’t there too often, and he missed you, and you missed him. You missed him so much, you (and he remembered every word) “wouldn’t mind being woken up by his cock every now and then.”

Faster than he’d ever walked, he went over to your shared bed and laid down next to you. Shakily, he extended a hand towards your body. An astonished sigh left him as he pushed the babydoll up even further, a feeling of tranquility washing over him as soon as his nimble fingers squished the flesh of your thighs.

“Hey, baby,” he whispered against the shell of your ear, and pressed a soft kiss to the spot underneath it. “‘Missed you, missed you so, so much.” One of his hands trailed upwards, cupping one of your tits through the sheer fabric.

His lips moved from your ear to your collarbone, leaving a trail of faint, reddish marks down the side of your neck. Something to remember him by when he’d inevitably be gone the next morning, swept away by work once again.

With a soft shake of his head at the thought, he instead focused on bringing two of his fingers up to the side of your panties. Deftly pulling them down, and away from in-between your legs, a heavy groan left him as he saw the overabundance of slick forming a string from your cunt to the lace.

So wet, so lewd, you were waiting for him, weren’t you? Had gotten yourself all nice and ready for him.

“Fuck,” he cursed, the entierty of his soul being poured into that one word. Chuuya threw his head back as two of his fingers slipped past your folds, sinking in immediately. “Fucking hell, princess, you did get yourself ready, hm?” He moved them in, out, in, and out, the squelching of your pussy a sound he’d yearned to hear again. “Shit, I love you so much. So much.” He mumbled, and kissed your cheek while continuing.

He scissored his fingers in you a final time, widening you up a bit more, and then brought the two soiled digits to his mouth. Tongue lapping around them, relishing in the taste—that, too, he’d missed.

Quickly, too overcome with need, Chuuya threw aside both his pants and his underwear. His breathing was erratic, his fingers dug into the flesh of your hip, and still, despite his longing…he hesitated once he lined his cock up with your entrance.

You did want this right? The both of you agreed on this. Agreed on this while both fully sober and conscious. You’d even gotten yourself ready for him. You’d put on a pretty little slip-on for him.

“‘S your pussy, baby,” you murmured, fatigue still clouding your mind. Even half-asleep, you’d registered his wavering tenacity. “Do with it what you want.”

Chuuya choked at your words. He blinked at you, you, who still had your eyes closed. Fuck—how come you always chose the right words? The words that had the blood rush to his cock even faster?

“God, I fucking love you,” he cursed again, and another peck was left on your cheek, before he sheathed himself into you all at once.

A quiet whimper left your shut-lips, and Chuuya grunted at the sensation of having your walls sucking him in like that again—a sensation that greeted him like an old friend. He kept both your legs firmly apart as he moved, continuously pushing himself deeper into you. A slow, steady pace. Careful, delicate, intimate. He’d have plenty of time to fuck you raw in the future. For now, he just wanted to enjoy you gently.

And he did. Stifled moans and rushed declarations of love left him as he chased his high, the soft clapping of his balls against your ass the only sound save for your shared noises. You whined when he brought his fingers up to your front, head falling back onto his shoulder as he toyed with your clit.

Chuuya fucked you through it, fucked the both of you through it. He kept his pace as he heard, saw and felt you clench around him, the waves of ecstasy hitting you. And he kept his pace as he found himself experiencing the same bliss, a relieved groan slipping past him as he pumped his seed into your awaiting cunt—slowly, sensually, until you were so full he felt it dripping out. When he pulled out, he fought off a smile upon seeing you frown at the sudden emptiness.

He lost the battle, and a grin broke out regardless. Before pressing a kiss to your forehead, he caressed your cheekbone with his thumb, and then was off to the bathroom. Both to freshen himself up and get ready for bed, and to get you a lukewarm cloth. He hushed you once you started to stir, the cloth feeling foreign against your slick thighs, but you dozed off again rather quickly.

He curled up next to you, and pulled you into his chest as tightly as he could. “Love you so much.” He said for the umpteenth time that night, ending it with a kiss to the crown of your head.

Feeling as if he’d died and gone to heaven when he heard you mumble a sweet, “‘m love you, too,” back to him, he fell asleep happier than he’d ever been in his life up to this point.

Chuuya called in sick the next day, and you woke up to breakfast in bed and an idiot with a lovesick look in his pretty blue eyes.

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST.

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izaanagi · 1 year

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Bdsm or the crying kink (i can't remember the name rn) with Chuuya Nakahara?

— tw. dacryphilia, impact play and light bondage and feat. Nakahara Chuuya.

+ mdni. reblogs are always appreciated!

It’s the smell of leather, damp with your spit and the salt of the dried tears over your cheeks that makes you gag more than the patch over your mouth. It might not be the most comfortable you’ve ever been, but there’s just something so terribly arousing about it. You can see it in Chuuya’s expression, the manic gleam fluttering in his eyes, his own pride and lust singing in his veins as he looks at your on your knees, your wrists strapped to your ankles in a complicated knot. It does not hurt, but it’s not like you can move further than the space necessary to bob your head up and down Chuuya’s cock.

“That’s such a pretty good luck on you,” he whispers, as one of his gloved hands caresses you under your eyes, his palm cupping your cheeks, and all you can do is to swallow the saliva and not let yourself choke on the cum you know you still have matted on your lips.

“But I think you’d be prettier in red,” Chuuya suggests, as he presents you with a small leathery paddle, and another sparkle in his eyes, his hunger not even quelled. You’re pretty sure that whatever it is going to be, it’s gonna hurt. And just like that, you can feel a shudder crawl all over your spine, your eyes fluttering close, and juices streaking over your wide open thighs. There might be a pool under you.

Chuuya lowers himself to your level, his face coming up close, until he graces you with a kiss on your cheek. “You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” he asks, and as desperately as you can you nod, because you want to let yourself spill on him, and drive you insane as he leads you astray in foreign lands of pleasure.

You don’t see it coming, the first strike. It hits your exposed thigh, but the red blooms and some tears swell in your tears. The impact is rough, but the leather is smooth enough for the hit to be coincise and sharpening. The second one hits you on the other thigh, and there’s already a moan forming in your throat, asking to be released out in the open. The third one makes you keen on the ground, your forehead first, as your hips go up and your ass is all but presented to Chuuya and his instincts. The paddle hits you another time, and there’s a choked sob already past your lips, and the leather patch, tears streaming down it and soaking the patch even more. Chuuya hits gently, but it makes you wetter and wetter to think how much he’s enjoying to seeing you like this.

He raises your head, after your ass is red as cherries and he has kissed and massaged the points where he hit most, and looks at the way your crying face makes you pathetic and so open to his whims. He kisses your tears away one by one.

“You did so good, and you’re even crying for me. We’ll need to rehydrate you, shouldn’t we?”

#bsd x reader #bsd smut #nakahara chuuya smut #nakahara chuuya x reader #nakahara chuuya #bsd scenarios #.writing

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nebulous-library · 1 year

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wine & dine

Series: Bungo Stray Dogs Pairing: Chuuya Nakahara x Reader Word count: 3.2k Genre/ContentTags: Not Safe For Worms - chuuya is too sloshed to get it up, he has a broken lizard (a reptile dysfunction), this is mostly ur standard stuff, making out, hand stuff, mouth stuff, cunnilingus, lots of cunnilingus, if that was not explicitly clear, chuuya is kinda crabby but what else is new, alcohol consumption, no y/n usage

[Part 2 - the bonus chapter] [Read on AO3]

**MINORS DNI || 18+ ONLY**

Summary: When your plans for Chuuya’s birthday go awry, he keeps himself busy with a nice bottle of wine. However, when you arrive later that evening, you find that the wine has caused certain complications for Chuuya. No matter — he’s going to have a birthday feast one way or another.

A/N: Taking a leap and posting this without having it beta read (my beta reader has sm on her plate rn and I want her to prioritize herself first and foremost, everyone plz send her lots and lots of love), so please excuse any mistakes you may find. Also really trying to exercise just like, writing for my own body type first and foremost. So this one goes out specifically to the girlies who are taller and thiccer than Chuuya Nakahara.

Anyway, bone apple teeth, and happy birthday to my sweet widdle chuu chuu train.

7:12 p.m. Boss has me running a couple errands.

7:13 p.m. I’ll be a little later than we planned. 9 at the latest. We still good for tonight?

Chuuya exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose. How convenient that the Boss had you working late on the same day he’d told Chuuya to call it an early day – his birthday.

“‘Oh, you work so hard, Chuuya.’ he says, ‘You should enjoy your birthday, Chuuya,’ he says,” Chuuya grumbles to himself from the confines of his quarters, downing his second glass of wine this evening. “‘Take this bottle from my cellar, Chuuya, you deserve it,’ he says.” Chuuya knocks back the last sip, somewhat aggressively setting it down on the table.

7:15 p.m. Yep. See you then

He sends you a quick reply and sets his phone on the table as well.

You both thought you’d been so careful about keeping your relationship a secret. Not that it needed to be one, but still, it was nice to have something be just yours for a little while. Chuuya had been suspicious that some of the others in the Port Mafia knew, or at the very least that Mori knew. And if he didn’t know it for sure before, then he damn sure knew it now.

The Boss had done this deliberately to fuck with him.

“And on my fucking birthday,” he grouched, folding his arms across his chest.

His phone buzzed, rattling the table.

7:18 p.m. Sorry about this. Love youuuu

7:19 p.m. <333

Chuuya sighed, his demeanor softening. He knew it wasn’t your fault, after all. He was just really looking forward to spending some quality time together. And you would, it’d just be later than he’d expected. So much for dinner, he thought.

At least if Mori was gonna mess with the two of you, he was getting free booze from the Boss’s collection out of it. And admittedly, it was indeed good booze.

Pouring himself a third glass, Chuuya braced himself for all the nothing that the next two hours had in store for him.

By the time you got back, it was pitch black outside. You were exhausted, but the tasks assigned to you were complete and your evening was finally, finally coming to a close.

It was almost 10 o’clock now, and Chuuya had been texting you for the last hour asking if you were almost back yet. You could tell from his tone that he’d gone ahead and started drinking without you. You weighed the options of whether or not to go back to your room and have a quick shower, or just head straight for Chuuya. If I shower now, I still have to get ready, and that’ll take at least –

Your thoughts were cut off by the ping of your cell phone.

Another text from Chuuya.

9:57 p.m. get bavk faster, I miss yuo

You snorted, pocketing your device and deciding on a course of action. He was cute when he was this hammered. You shouldn’t keep him waiting long.

Upon arrival at his door, you paused to smooth out the dress you’d taken the extra five minutes to stop and put on for him, took a deep breath, and knocked on his door in your secret code. He opened it within seconds.

You thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head, the way he was ogling you. You walked in slowly, letting him get a nice eyeful of the way your gown hugged every curve. He lingered on your lower half, your leg exposed by a dangerously high slit. God, he wanted you. He’d been sitting around all night wanting you so badly.

“My eyes are up here, Chuuya,” you teased, and he followed the sound of your voice the rest of the way up. He’d never admit it sober, but damn, he loved you towering over him in heels.

“A-about time you got here,” he muttered, looking away as all the thoughts of you he’d been sitting with flooded back into his brain at once. Was his face flushed or was that just the alcohol talking?

You chuckled, handing him the bottle of his favorite wine that you’d been saving for tonight. From the looks of it, though, he didn’t need to be drinking anymore. He set it on the table by the empty bottle from Mori.

“Happy birthday, handsome,” you said playfully, cupping his jaw as you leaned down to kiss him. “Sorry it took so long to get here.”

Chuuya’s hands roam up your sides, creasing the satiny material draped over your hips and waist as you kiss him. He dives in for a second. And a third. And a fourth. His kisses are quick, but passionate and oh, so needy.

“Gonna make it up to me?”

He walks backward toward the velvet armchair he’d been waiting in all evening, pulling you with him. You hum in response, straddling him as he sits down. Chuuya pulls the fabric of your dress to the side and snakes his hands to your thighs. You’re always so apprehensive to put your weight on him, and it drives him crazy. He wouldn’t tell you to sit down if he didn’t mean it. He scrunches his eyebrows as he sinks his fingers into their perfect plushness, forcefully pulling you down onto his lap.

Much better, he thinks, diving back in to catch your lips on another heated kiss while he fondles you. He slipped a finger under the lacey garter that hid beneath your gown and gave it a snap, causing you to yelp into his mouth, leaning further into him. He sank his teeth into your bottom lip, tugging down as he pulled away. You looked down at him through half-lidded eyes and he smirked.

Chuuya’s hands found their way to your hips. He shifted under you, pressing one leg against your cunt as he pulled you down, looking you square in the eye while guiding your motions.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, knocking his hat off in the process and carding your fingers through his soft hair. His face was trapped, smothered in your bosom, but he couldn’t have been happier. You’d opted to forego your bra, he noticed, as your nipples pebbled through the silky material. Helping himself, Chuuya began mouthing over the fabric, soaking it through with his saliva as his tongue toyed with your nipple.

You squealed when his hands found purchase on that sensitive spot on the back of your leg, stroking gently as he bit down on your sensitive bud and applied additional pressure between your legs. It was all too much. You were certain you were soaked through your panties, as well as the front of his pants.

You wanted him. You wanted to feel him inside you so badly it hurt.

“Chuuya…,” you breathed, begging him to give you more. But that was when you noticed something was amiss.

Usually by this point, you’d feel his cock twitching in his pants, aching to get free.

You sat forward and rolled your hips against him, just to be sure.

Chuuya groaned, but it was not arousal that was carried in his voice — it was frustration.

Pulling back, you looked at him once again. He looked thoroughly disheveled.

“Chuuya?” Your tone shifted, and you looked at him with concern in your eyes. Hesitantly, he met your gaze, and knew that you could tell. His eyes darted away, embarrassed, and fixated on the empty wine bottle.

You followed his gaze, confirming your suspicion. Maybe he shouldn’t have been left to his own devices for so long that evening.

You raked your fingers through his tresses comfortingly, and cupped his jaw in both hands.

“Is everything alright, honey?” you asked, planting a kiss in the center of his forehead.

“‘m fine,” he muttered. He stared down, looking at where you sat atop his lap, at the damp patch you’d left on his thigh. Fuck, that was hot, he thought. Normally by this point he’d be insisting there was no time to bother discarding clothes, and would be coating his cock in your slick, ready to plunge in and watch you come undone more and more with every vicious thrust.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want—”

“I want to.” His eyes were immediately back looking into yours. He really, really wanted to. And the intensity of his stare told you exactly that. “Just need to keep trying.”

Chuuya undid his pants, pulling the waistband down to expose his half-erect cock. He gave himself a few weak test strokes, but to no avail. It would work. It had to. While he kept pumping, he wove his other hand through the hair at the nape of your neck, pulling you in for another kiss, in hopes that gumption and tenacity alone would get the blood flowing to his dick the way he wanted.

Uncertain as you were, you kissed him just as fervidly as you had been, and continued grinding down on his thigh, trying to put on a good show for him. You could tell he kept peeking out the corner of his eye to see if there was any progress. Knowing full well that a watched pot would never boil, you attempted to provide him with a distraction in the form of your hands wandering along his torso.

You unbuttoned his shirt halfway, rubbing his chest and moaning into his mouth the way you knew he liked. And oh, it would have been bliss if he were able to properly enjoy it.

You could tell his faith was waning, and he was getting increasingly frustrated by the moment. In a last-ditch effort, you joined your fingers with his, wrapping around his cock to see if it would be more responsive to your touch.

No dice.

He let out a frustrated wail, screwing his eyes shut and throwing his head back against the red velvet.

“Chuuya…”

“I don’t wanna hear it!” he bit back, muttering curses at the empty bottle of wine staring back at him on the table.

You smiled softly at him, leaning in to pepper his face with kisses as you tucked his dick back into his trousers. You shifted your weight forward, leaning into him and resting your head on his shoulder. You raked your fingers through his auburn locks, twirling the ends around your fingers. He pouted, refusing to look you in the eye.

“It happens to everyone,” you reassured, trying to sound as non-patronizing as you could. Still, he scowled.

He knew you were right, and he knew it was his own damn fault for going overboard with the alcohol before you’d even gotten there, but it didn’t make it any less frustrating. He didn’t understand how he could be this horny and still not be hard enough. All he wanted for his birthday was to feel your walls spasming around him, to make you writhe and squirm at his touch, to watch you struggle to keep your volume down and inevitably fail.

“I’m happy just spending time with you, Chuu–“

“Shut up,” he growled. He gripped your hips firmly, pulling you flush against himself.

“What are you – !” You let out a muffled sound of surprise as he cut you off with a heated and sloppy kiss. And before you could fully comprehend what he was doing, he had switched your positions and you now sat in the antique armchair, and Chuuya’s petite frame was leaning over you, brushing your hair forward over your shoulder, never breaking your kiss.

His gloved fingers trailed up to your jaw, gently at first until he pinched your chin between his thumb and index finger, holding you firmly as his lips worked against yours. You could taste the wine on his lips, sure, but he was intoxicating enough on his own.

He swallowed down every sweet whine and whimper you offered, letting you attempt to roll your hips against him, despite his iron grip on your hip. He smirked. If nothing else, seeing you come undone was all the birthday present he needed. He pushed your thigh up over the chair’s arm, bringing you forward in the seat just enough.

When he pulled away from your kiss, you looked back at him through hazy, lust-filled eyes. You looked perfect like this, with your cheeks flushed and your mouth agape. He was hypnotized watching the rise and fall of your chest as you tried to catch your breath.

He leaned in, kissing your forehead before crouching down between your legs.

“Chuuya, what are you doing?” you asked as he bit the hem of his glove, peeling it off with his teeth.

“Havin’ dessert.”

“What—”

“It’s my birthday and I’m gonna make you cum, dammit!” he snarled, hitching your other leg over his shoulder, his nose barely brushing against your clothed slit. You shuddered at the feeling of his hot breath on you.

Chuuya discarded his other glove and pulled your underwear to the side. “Can’t fill you up like I wanna, but I can still show you who this pussy belongs to,” he huffed as he thumbed over your slickened folds. “You good with that?” he looked up at you, his thumb positioned just near your clit enough to make you crazy with anticipation, asking permission before he continued.

You nodded.

The pad of his thumb swiped over your your clit, rolling it in slow, smooth circles, his eyes trained on your face with every motion. This was what he wanted more than anything — watching you fall apart, melting into his touch like you had been before.

He dragged his thumb down through your folds and spread you open, admiring the way your needy hole pleaded for him. He inched closer and closer, teasing your entrance until he could tell from your flushed face that you needed him now.

And, well, who was he to keep you waiting?

His index and middle fingers slid into you with ease, and the lewd sounds coming from you were divine. Fuck, you were so wet for him. Each scissoring motion, each pull and push of his fingers into your cunt had you sighing as he finally gave you a taste of the relief you craved.

He massaged your walls with expert strokes — he truly knew your body inside and out. But he wanted to build this up as much as he could. Chuuya slowly curled his fingers forward, rubbing that soft bundle of nerves inside you that made you cant your hips for him. Something about the look in his eyes told you he was nowhere near picking up the pace. This was just the beginning.

As he worked your tender walls, Chuuya plastered a countless number of kisses along your thigh that was hiked over his shoulder. Some were soft and lingered, others were quick as if eager to cover each inch of you with his love. Then, there were the bites. You couldn’t help squirming when he sank his teeth into you, suckling bruises onto your skin. But no matter how much you mewled or bucked your hips, he held you steady.

He withdrew his fingers and marveled at the gossamer threads connecting them before plunging them into his mouth up to his knuckle, moaning at your sweet taste. He dipped his fingers into you once again, this time working quicker whilst continuing to nibble on your thigh, until he reached your garter, which he took between his teeth and tugged, letting it snap against your skin as he removed his fingers. You cried out, arching your back, and whining at the sudden emptiness.

More, he needed more. And clearly, so did you.

Chuuya gave no warning before diving in, lapping at your pussy as if you were his oasis in the desert. Each slurp made you squeal, and your legs twitched, threatening to snap shut on him like a bear trap. He splayed his palm across your thigh, hiking it higher up the armrest toward your chest and giving himself better access to plunge his tongue deeper into you.

You rolled your hips against him the best that you could, trying desperately to ride his face. And he did allow it for a few minutes, his nose nudging against your clit just right. He loved letting you use him like this, loved seeing you fall to pieces because of him, loved the feeling of your pussy clenching for him, and him alone.

As you approached your climax, Chuuya pushed both your legs up over the arms of the chair, robbing you of your leverage, leaving you completely at his mercy as he wrapped his lips around your clit. He truly pulled out all the stops, alternating between tactful flicks of his tongue, prolonged licks, and slurps while vigorously fingering you until you couldn’t stand it anymore.

You covered your mouth with your forearm, biting down as your body quaked with pleasure and Chuuya worked straight through it. He didn’t let up for even a second until your walls stopped spasming around his fingers.

He released your clit with an obscene pop, and glowered at you.

“What’d ya hold back for?” Chuuya fussed.

You could only answer in heavy breaths and word fragments.

He exhaled. “No matter. ‘m far from done anyway. You’re not allowed to cover your mouth though!” he said pointedly.

You nodded in response, and he resumed his feast.

Everything was a blur after that. Chuuya continued helping himself to your cunt for hours, rarely coming up for air and pushing you to the brink of what you could withstand. You were sore and so sensitive, losing track of how many orgasms your body had been put through somewhere after the fourth or fifth time. When he finally pulled away, the clock read 12:37.

You looked down at Chuuya, on his knees, panting. His hair stuck to his forehead and face was drenched in the results of his hard work, and as exhausted as he was, he licked his lips happily. As your body relaxed, you lowered your legs, groaning at the stiffness in your hips from sitting in that position so long. With your foot on the ground, Chuuya wrapped an arm around your calf and rested his cheek on your thigh as he surveyed the aftermath. You both looked a mess, but Chuuya would argue that you were a masterpiece of a feast well-enjoyed.

You stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, until the post-orgasm fog cleared out of your brains. Chuuya was first to stand, nearly toppling over from the way his knees were asleep. It was ironic, seeing someone with control over gravity itself stumbling about. You cracked a smile as he found his bearings and helped pull you up as well.

He held you close with his hand splayed between your shoulder blades, his fingers toying with your zipper.

“...probably safer if you stay over?” he suggested, flicking the tab between his fingers.

You nodded, and he began slowly tugging it downwards.

“Chuuya,” you halted him, putting your hand on his shoulder.

He froze immediately, looking at you with concern that he’d made a wrong move.

You glanced down, and his eyes followed, not sure what you were pointing out until you pressed against him and he groaned.

Two hours later, he was finally hard.

“...think you got one more round in ya?”

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fyorina · 1 month

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ᡣ𐭩 WANNA GET HIM BACK!

FEATURING: nakahara chuuya

SUMMARY: after an argument with your boyfriend and two weeks of no contact, you finally decide to make your first move by stirring up trouble at one of his bars. it can't possibly be that bad of an idea, right? you just want him back, and maybe get a little revenge while you're at it.

(wordcount: 3.6k; ņsfw; fem!reader; m!receiving oral; chuuya gets a bit violent but not with reader; jealous!chuuya; pet names "doll", "baby"; reader is a shit stirrer!!; maybe some implications of toxicity but up to interpretation. lmk if anything is missing!)

AUTHOR'S NOTES: eheheh

You knew the moment you stepped into the bar that you were going to be playing with fire tonight. The lights are dim and the music is low, setting a type of intimate ambience that has your head dangerously dizzy even without alcohol. It’s been weeks since you last set foot in the establishment, but all of the regulars still recognize you, giving you a wide berth and casting you suspicious looks as they whisper amongst each other. You know that by now, Chuuya would know you’re here, informed by one of his many subordinates currently keeping an eye on you from the corners of his bar—it’s only a matter of time before he finally shows up.

Most of the patrons know better than to entertain you, so you’re forced to seek out the outsiders who are blissfully unaware of your connection to the infamous Port Mafia executive who owns the bar. Your options are limited—two men that are twice your age who seem to be foreigners, a man closer to your age but with such a twisted and uptight expression that you think you might prefer one of the older men, and another man who’s also around your age, his eyes are a bit too sharp and calculating for your liking and he’s playing with something in his pocket, but you eventually decide on him, if only because all of the other options are subpar in comparison.

You rest your chin on your hand, elbow propped on the bar as you look up at the man through your lashes, lips curled up in a sultry smile as you listen to him drone on about his business back in Tokyo. You watch him stammer over his words every time he glances down and his eyes meet yours, unable to stop himself as his eyes dip down to trace your collarbones and then further.

Each time his gaze dips down, you feel even more riddled with anticipation, and you'd feel sorry for the unlucky man, knowing you're just using him to piss off your boyfriend—ex-boyfriend, currently, you remind yourself—but you think maybe he shouldn't be so unsubtle about being a lecher. Your thoughts drift off to Chuuya as you mildly entertain the man's conversation. It's been two weeks since the argument that led to your break up. You're not even really sure how the argument began, and you don't even remember who broke up with who, all you know is that violent words were exchanged by the both of you until Chuuya ended up storming out. You've been staying with one of your friends since then, and he has tried to get in contact with you since the argument, but it took him nearly a week to call and text you, and you think he deserves to wait just as long to hear from you as you had to wait to hear from him. And it's been a week now, and you miss him, so you think it's about time to get him back—but who are you to ever make anything easy for him?

Poor guy, you think to yourself, watching absently as he babbles on about some thing or another. For this to happen the first time he sees you in almost a month? Chuuya's temper is going to be volcanic, and the oblivious man is front of you is going to be caught right in the crossfire of it. You hate the way it lights up your nerves, you know you shouldn’t be giddy over making him mad, but you can just picture his expression already, you can feel the way his blunt nails dig into your skin.

You see the bartender step away to pour a familiar glass of wine without request, and your smile widens just a bit, knowing that Chuuya is almost here. The man you’re talking to—you can’t even recall his name –takes your smile as a sign that you’re enjoying his company, and you keep up the charade, absently giggling at whatever he said and letting your hand fall on top of the bar, brushing his.

You don’t even really know what he’s saying, you don’t care to know, honestly, but he doesn’t seem to notice your lack of interest—or maybe he also doesn’t care, just hoping to get a quick fuck out of the night. Your eyes keep flickering behind him to the door, waiting for the imminent arrival of Nakahara Chuuya, and you’re pleased because you don’t have to wait long before the door is opened roughly and said executive is standing in the doorframe, presence commanding the attention of almost every single person in the establishment.

Almost. The exception being the man sitting in front of you.

Chuuya is taking a drag from a cigarette as he steps into the bar and you know that his reaction is going to be even worse than you initially thought because he only ever smokes when he’s already aggravated. Your tongue scrapes against your teeth as his eyes meet yours, dark and promising as he takes in the scene in front of him, realizing what’s going on.

You smile distantly before returning your attention back to your dark-haired companion, catching the tail end of his sentence, “... resort in Kyoto.”

“Oh? Kyoto? I’ve always wanted to visit—never got the chance,” you say, but it’s hard to focus on him as Chuuya purposefully sits a few seats behind him, making sure to stay in your field of vision as he watches the two of you, waiting to see how far you would take this.

“I’ll bring you,” the man promises.

You can’t help but notice as he shifts, his hand reaches out to try to brush your thigh. You’re able to move subtly enough for him to miss, and you hope that he takes the hint, but you withhold a grimace when he goes for a second attempt—this time you’re unable to get out of the way in time, feeling the pads of his fingers brush your outer thigh before resting firmly on your knee, sliding up just a bit.

Chuuya’s eyes zero in on where the man has made contact with you, but you only give the man another lazy smile, watching as his pupils dilate and his gaze tracks down your chest once more.

The end of your game is approaching—the man has evidently tired of small talk and wants to take this somewhere private, and you aren’t going to take it any further, of course. But more than that, you know that Chuuya isn’t going to let this last much longer, as irritated as he already is on top of having to watch the man feel up your thigh, you can see the way his body is tense and how his gaze promises violence as it pierces into the back of your unsuspecting companion’s head.

Chuuya looks down at the bar and idly picks up a corkscrew laying on the wood where the bartender had left it next to his favorite bottle of wine. You watch curiously as he lazily twirls it around his gloved fingers, your eyes dragging along each of the lithe digits almost longingly because it’s been far too long since you’ve felt them against your skin and you miss his touch desperately.

Your eyes widen just a bit when a familiar red aura coats the corkscrew and in a split second, it’s flying from his grasp and driving through the hand of the man, who had lifted his other hand to reach out to cup your cheek. The bar goes silent and you swallow thickly as you feel a few splatters of the warm, red liquid against your face; the man stares at his hand in abject horror, shock preventing the pain from taking hold.

Your gaze darts back to Chuuya, who still hasn’t moved from where he’s lounging on the barstool, expression eerily empty as he tilts his head back and exhales a long stream of smoke before putting out the cigarette on the bartop and sitting up straight. That, evidently, is a signal because almost instantly one of Chuuya’s subordinates rips the man from his seat and manhandles him to his knees in front of him, ignoring his loud protests.

The man quiets down as he looks up at an unimpressed Chuuya, trying to figure out what’s going on. “What-”

“You’re lucky I didn’t take your whole hand for touching what’s mine, you fuckin’ mutt,” Chuuya says lazily, eyes dragging back up to you as if to ask: is this what you wanted?

You forget, sometimes, that through all of the gentle touches and adoring words that Nakahara Chuuya casts your way, that he’s still a mafioso with a list of crimes so long that if the feds ever got their hands on him, he’d never see the light of day again. Heat pools in your lower stomach, lips parting; you don't know what Chuuya sees in your expression but it has the corner of his lip curling up into a slow smirk.

“What?” the man gasps, looking between you and Chuuya, fury and incredulity painted on his face. “That bitch came up to me, you can’t possibly-”

Chuuya’s eyes cut back to the man, leg shooting out so quickly that it’s nearly a blur to your eyes as the tip of his boot cracks against the underside of the man’s jaw. He would’ve gone sprawling were it not for the grip his subordinate had on him, holding him still as his head hangs and blood spills from his lips.

“What’d you just call her?” he asks, voice low and dangerous, and you think that the was your thighs instinctively press together is kind of fucked up, but how are you not supposed to be turned on by Chuuya calling you his and defending your name even when you know he’s pissed at you? “Say it again.”

He doesn’t—he can’t, actually, because you think he’s unconscious, and Chuuya clearly realizes it too because he lets out a noise that’s nothing short of disgusted as he looks up to the door and nods his head.

Immediately, a familiar black tendril shoots out to wrap around the man’s waist and drag him out of the bar. You follow it to where Akutagawa is standing, expression stiff as ever as he turns to leave with the man.

Well, you think to yourself, that's a painful death on your hands.

You watch as all of the other occupants of the bar begin to funnel out after Akutagawa and dread pools in your stomach as you realize that they’re going to leave you with Chuuya. You’re half tempted to make your escape with them, but one glance at Chuuya’s face and you know if you do that, it’ll be a mistake.

“C’mere,” Chuuya says to you as soon as the last person leaves the bar, leaving the two of you alone. His voice is deceptively soft, but his eyes are burning. You don’t move at first, so he says again: “C’mon, doll, I don’t bite.”

You let out a breath, rising to your feet and numbly making your way over to him until you’re standing directly in front of him, between his spread legs. He doesn’t speak at first, eyes studying your face, and you can barely stand to look him in the eye but you force yourself to, no matter how fast your heart was racing in your chest.

Chuuya’s touch is gentle as he reaches out, gloved knuckles grazing your cheek to wipe off the droplets of blood before his thumb presses against your bottom lip. Instinctively, you lean into his touch, lips parting for him—he pushes the tip of his thumb into your mouth, the earthy taste of the leather seeping onto your tongue, lashes fluttering. “You’re gonna come into my bar, to get my attention, while you drape yourself all over another man? I knew you were up to no good when I heard you were here, but this was bold even for you, baby.”

“I-” you begin, but Chuuya clicks his tongue, cutting you off and pointedly glancing down to the floor. You know what he wants, and you hate the way your body heats up as you lower yourself to your knees in front of him, eye-level with his crotch. You look up at him through your lashes. “I was just playing, you know I wasn’t gonna actually do anything-”

“Yeah?” Chuuya asks, eyes mirthful as he looks down at you. “Why do you gotta make things so difficult for me, doll? Couldn’t have just answered my texts? Had to make a scene about it, make me lose my temper in front of my subordinates?”

You nuzzle your face into his expensive black slacks, hiding the smile that starts to tug at your lips. “I’m sorry?” you offer, not really sorry at all and he knows it.

You feel Chuuya’s gloved fingers grab your chin, tilting your face up, eyes flashing in amusement when he sees the very much unapologetic expression on your face.

“Prove it.”

You don’t even waste a second, hands darting up to fumble with his belt. He doesn’t help you, a rare glimmer of cruelty in his bicolored eyes as he watches you struggle. He only tilts his hips up when you finally manage to undo his belt so you can yank down his pants, freeing his cock from its confines. You press your lips to his inner thigh, teeth grazing his skin, listening as Chuuya lets out a soft sigh when you lift your hand to wrap around his half-hard cock.

“That’s it,” he murmurs when you slowly glide your hand over his cock, thumb pressing down lightly on his slit, just the way he likes it. You can feel his cock hardening in your hand, the weight familiar and comforting as you suck bruises into the pale skin of his inner thigh. “Just like that, doll.”

You hum against him, lashes fluttering when you feel his lithe fingers intertwining with your hair, blunt nails scraping your scalp. His thighs tense when you squeeze the base of his cock gently, smiling before kissing back up his thigh to press your lips to his tip. His breath hitches as your tongue darts out to swipe his slit, lapping up the beading precum.

“Missed the way you taste,” you breathe out against him, tilting your head to the side to lay messy, open mouthed kisses against his length, sucking gently at the vein on the underside of his cock.

“Could’ve been doing this for a week.” Chuuya has the nerve to sound disappointed with you, so you make sure he can feel the way you pout against his cock. “Don’t go making that face, doll. This didn’t have to be drawn out so long, you know it.”

“I’m stubborn.” You sulk as you look up at him, but before he can respond, you make sure to finally wrap your lips firmly around the tip of his cock, swirling your tongue around it.

He chokes over a low groan, closing his eyes and tilting his head back. You watch as his throat bobs as he tries to steady his breathing, grip on your hair tightening. You wonder if he’s going to push you down so that your lips are flush to his pelvis but he refrains.

“Yeah, you are,” he exhales softly. “Too stubborn, baby. Love you for it, though.”

You let out a pleased hum around him, sliding your lips down the length of his cock until his tip is pushing against the back of your throat. It’s a bit uncomfortable, it takes all of your willpower to not gag around him as tears begin to pool in your eyes.

“Been thinking about you all week.” His breathy voice grounds you as your lashes become wet and heavy, teardrops hanging off them as you swallow around him just so you can hear the way his voice falters. You force yourself to take him deeper, ignoring the burn of the stretch as your throat spasms around him. “Been dying to feel you cum on my tongue again, craving the taste of you. Tried to fuck my fist but it’s not as good as you, could barely make myself cum. You spoil me too much, doll, makin’ me dependent on you like this.”

You brace your hands on his thighs as you push yourself up a bit more to take him at a better angle, mind a bit fuzzy as he slides down your throat all the way. Chuuya lets out a moan of your name, pitched and shaky as it always gets whenever you take him all the way, the base of his cock sensitive to the way you purposely graze your teeth against the skin. You think you could suffocate right now, and you’d die happy with the sound of him moaning like that ringing through your head—you don’t think he’d be so happy about that though, so you make sure to breathe as best as you can through your nose.

“Called you last night, y’know,” Chuuya says, voice wavering over another moan as your lips glide up and down his cock. You suck hard on his tip, reveling in the way his hips jerk and thighs tremble. “Was tryna get myself off. Couldn’t. Just needed to hear your voice once, should’ve picked up for me.”

Oh, you think to yourself—you remember the call, you’d let it go to voicemail because you figured he’d been out drinking and you wanted him to leave you another message in your inbox. Your nails dig crescents into his thighs when you realize what you’d missed out on, picturing him laying back in his massive bed—too big and too lonely for just one person—fisting his cock with one hand and twisting the silk black sheets with his other, hair matted to his forehead, sweat beading at his skin, lips bitten raw in frustration and phone resting on his chest as he fucks his hand, praying that you pick up.

You curse yourself, wishing that you hadn’t been so damn obstinate, bobbing your head a bit faster as an apology. Chuuya lets out a sharp hiss, head falling forward so he can watch you raptly as your tongue teases his slit again before swirling around his cock.

“You’re so beautiful,” he gasps, and his words shoot right to your core, heat spreading through you like a wildfire. “So damn beautiful, could look at you forever. Make me so fucking mad at you sometimes, but how am I supposed to stay mad when you look like this, huh?”

You let out a soft keen at the praise, and he must feel it, considering how his breath hitches and his thighs tighten again beneath your fingers. You think you can get drunk off of the taste of him, high off of the sound of his voice; you think that Nakahara Chuuya is like a drug that you’ll never be able to get clean of, and you don’t know why you tortured yourself by depriving yourself of him for an extra week.

“Y’take me so well, doll,” he continues, panting as his fingers twist in your hair and his hips jerk upward again, pushing himself impossibly deeper down your throat. Only sheer determination stops you from gagging again, fat tears rolling down your cheeks that he promptly wipes away, his touch gentle as always even when he’s nearly fucking your face. “It’s like you’re made for me, yeah? You made for me, baby?”

You try to hum in agreement around him but you’re not sure if it translates.

It does, evidently, if the obscene moan that escapes his lips has anything to say about it. “Yeah, you are,” he agrees breathlessly. “Shit, I’m so close, just like that, keep-”

His voice cracks over another groan, lashes fluttering as a positively wrecked expression crosses over his face when you flatten your tongue along the underside of his cock, right up against the sensitive vein. His grip on your hair tightens, holding you in place, and the only warning you get is a borderline incoherent babble before his hips rock up and your nose is pressed against his pelvis.

You can’t breathe, you can hardly think, all you can focus on is making sure you don’t choke on the cum spilling into your mouth, warm and sticky and so much of it that it’s dribbling out of the corner of your lip and over your chin. Your lungs burn so badly that you think you might die, and your head feels fuzzy and faint.

You wonder if you’re about to pass out.

But you don’t pass out. Right when your vision begins to go spotty and you really think you’re done for, he loosens his grip so that you can pull off of him. Chuuya hardly wastes a second before he’s hauling you to your feet and pressing his lips to yours. The kiss is hot and messy—you’d barely even swallowed all of his cum before he was pulling you up and you still don’t have enough air in your lungs, but his hand caresses your face so softly that you can’t even bring yourself to care. You’re not sure how long the two of you stay like that, lips moving slowly against one another as his tongue gently traces the inside of your mouth, tasting himself on you, but when you finally break apart from one another, your breath is nearly as shaky as your fingers, instinctively chasing after his lips to steal one last chaste kiss.

“Did I prove it?” you finally ask with a teasing smile, tongue darting out to lap up the remaining mixture of cum and saliva pooling at the corner of your lip as you look up at him through your lashes, leaning your cheek into his touch.

“Undecided,” Chuuya finally tells you, hand sliding from your cheek so he can reach out to trace his index finger on your bottom lip. You capture the gloved digit between your lips, sucking on it gently. “Guess I’ll just have to take you home so you can try again, doll.”

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aqricus · 2 years

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did you see the new chapter of bsd? in the flashbacks chuuyas hand is canonically bigger than dazai, a 6ft man. therefore imma “your hands are so much bigger than mine 🥹” my way into squirting all over this man’s fingers and hand

OMG I SAW I SAW it made my brain glitch

starting off all sweet n’ innocent, just pressing your hands together and marveling at the way his hands are startlingly bigger than yours despite his stature. he’d be just as surprised, especially if you’re taller than him. there’s just something about seeing how long his fingers are compared to yours, how he could potentially bend the tips of his fingers over yours and still be palm-to-palm with you. he doesn’t miss the way your eyes go all wide as you notice the difference, your desires soon reflected on his own eyes when his own mind begins to wander.

discovers exactly how large his hands are and how long his fingers are when he’s three knuckles deep in your cunt, the tips of his fingers relentlessly abusing that sweet spot deep in your walls simply because he can. he makes you cum over and over until you’re gasping and digging your nails into his forearm and dripping rivulets of milky-white slick down his wrist. there’s a casual smile of satisfaction on his lips when you squirt all over his arm, your thighs trembling and tongue heavy as you mumble that you can’t cum again, you can’t, you can’t. his fingers ceasing their ministrations, his eyes lidded as he analyzes your disheveled appearance and internally agrees that maybe his height isn’t all bad.

#nakahara chuuya smut #chuuya smut #bungou stray dogs smut #chuuya <3

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ashthemadwriter-archived · 1 year

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"Let's find out together, then"

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairing: Chuuya X Fem!Reader

Request: "Chuuya finding his s/OC’s sex toy(s)? 👁-👁" ◜By lovely anon!!◞

Genre: Smut

Format: Headcanons + Scenario

Warnings: Bondage, Handcuffs, NSFW content MDNI

Word Count: 0.7K

A/n: Hehe~~

§ Chuuya... He is always respectful toward your privacy. Never pokes his nose in your business unless he senses that you need protection, so the only way for him to find your toys is you asking him to go through your things.

§ Let's go with this scenario. You're at work and you need something, so you ask Chuuya to go to your house and bring it to you, completely forgetting about the risk of him finding that exclusive collection of yours; and Chuuya, being the perfect boyfriend he is, decides to help his pretty, kinky girlfriend out.

§ Chuuya searches everywhere, but won't find the thing you wanted. Not wanting to miss a spot, he also takes a look at the under of your bed. There isn't that thing he was looking for, but a medium sized red box. A box that has a block ribbon on top of it, tempting Chuuya to go against his morals and take a look at your personal belongings... And boy was that a fine decision.

§ He finally brings you what you want but the look on his face? It's... different. Weird. Smug. Dangerous. Exciting. And that can be said for his words.

"Come home soon tonight. We need to... talk"

§ He doesn't really mean it tho. You won't be talking much. If degradation and loud moans doesn't count hehe~ But that sentence is scary as we're all aware of, so you're kinda anxious until you finally get home. When you go inside the bedroom where he's waiting for you, the smile he's wearing half assures you, until you lay eyes on a particular box of course. A familiar, bloody box.

§ Well, FUCK.

§ "Ah... that's... that's not mine..."

§ Chuuya shakes his head and raises one of his eyebrows (which makes him look a 1000 times sexier), his grin not leaving his face, but getting even bigger.

"Is that so?" "Yeah! I- I don't even know how they work!?"

§ That's when he slowly starts taking his gloves off while his gaze is piercing through your fucking heart, pulling the black ribbon to unravel the box with his bare hands.

§ "If that's the case... Let's find out together then, hmm?"

§ It's... gonna be a long night. Also good luck :>

You gasp as you feel the vibrator on your clit again, struggling to escape from the touch but Chuuya's grasp on you is tight, as if the handcuffs imprisoning your hands weren't enough. You can't see him- the fucking blindfold is getting in the way, but his hot breath burning you neck is emphasizing his presence, and that he's still not willing to stop.

"You've got quite the collection here, Sweetheart. I wonder why you never brought them up though"

His tongue wanders on your skin, licking the shell of your ear as he pushes the toy inside you, delighted by how you squirm on his lap, but never actually try to scape. He knows you can feel his hardened cock tangled in his pants, and he likes it that even though you're already fucked up, you try to rub yourself against his erection; but that has to wait for now. It's still the beginning of the night and there are many more toys in the box waiting to get their turn of exploring through your wet, gummy walls.

Chuuya bites your neck softly, on that particular spot he knows will make your mind go numb, and lightly spanks your ass. He's not angry but you should be more honest with him, and he hopes you'll be after tonight.

"You're so dirty, Baby girl. Not that I will mind though, not at all. I'm just impressed of how hard you were trying to hide these. You thought I would find it quirky, didn't you? I thought that we trusted each other enough to open up... But it's ok, people make mistakes; yet you can't run away from your punishment. So stop shaking around so much Gorgeous; hang in there a little bit and then maybe I'll give you the real thing afterwards. How's the sound of that?"

That... is definitely something worth waiting, and you do have all night, don't you?

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yuichi-ro · 2 years

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chuuya x fem!Reader

a/n: something quick and dirty for the birthday boi 🎉 cw: fem!Reader, dom!Reader, crossdressing, size kink, manhandling, blowjob/handjob, cumplay, pegging, feminization, smut, unedited word count: 1.5k

“You look so pretty in that dress, like I could just eat you all up in one bite. But where’s the fun in that?”

Tugging at the lowest hem of his outfit. Which hardly even covered his midriff. Chuuya’s face lit up as bright as his hair the second he stepped out into the living room to show off what your first birthday present to him happened to be.

“You know...” His raspy voice twanged a bit with the embarrassment clearly coming to life on his face, “It’s my birthday, shouldn’t you be wearing the maid’s outfit?”

Scooting to the edge of the couch. Grinning as you grabbed him by the hips and yanked the man closer to you. Petite in stature, he was at least taller than you at the moment as he stood above you in your seated position. What good that did him though as Chuuya gripped at the hem of his black skirt. Fighting the urge to moan when you brought your face closer to his groin. Apparent tent in the matching white panties he slid into before dawning the maid costume. Sly but not sly enough as you caught onto him pulling up his outfit to expose more of his panties.

“But if I was in it, how am I supposed to spoil you rotten on your birthday?” Cooing with a playfulness as you took his hands and pulled his skirt all the way up. Revealing his straining little cock wanting free of those silky panties so bad. Licking your lips you leaned in and pressed a kiss to the tip of his covered cock, “You smell so intoxicating. Like I could eat you in one go.”

Unraveling a moan from his lips Chuuya tightened his grip on his outfit. Bucking his hips ever so slightly against your lips. Making you chuckle at his impatience. But then again it was his birthday. Indulging him was all you wanted to do.

Skirt hiked up and out of the way. You hooked your fingers within the waistband of his panties just to shimmy the thin fabric down. Dropping them down to his ankles to reveal his swollen purple tip begging for attention.

With your fingers curling around the base of his cock. Pressing down a little bit so the tip of his swollen dick peaked out past his foreskin. Chuuya simply looked too delicious to not have a taste.

No kitten licks or wasting time. You took him all into your mouth at once. Cock twitching against your tongue. Precum drooling down the back of your throat as he was able to fit so well past your plush lips. Looking up at him smiling as you ran your tongue along the underside of his cock to draw out the most pathetic mewl you’d ever heard from the man.

Mouth full of his cock though. Nose pressed to his well trimmed little bush. You began stroking just the base of his cock as your lips bobbed up and down his shaft. Chuuya struggling to stay on his feet. Knowing his weak spot was deep throating him. His knees buckled and his breathing quickened. Copious amounts of precum being fed down your throat as you gobbled him up greedily. Unable to help yourself the hand that was free slipped up against his ass. Groping him firmly as you continued to move yourself up and down his cock.

Chuuya lost for words but not for noises. Lewd moans leaving him as he stared down at you in a half lidded lust. Watching his cock disappear in your mouth. Feeling your warm wet cheeks hollow out as you had every intention of sucking him dry. His mind fuzzy even as your fingers crept closer to his ass. Teasing him until Chuuya was pushing back against your touch and moaning loudly over your finger teasing his entrance.

“Does the birthday boy want something~?” You hummed merrily as you licked your lips clean of the excess drool pooling around the corners. Smiling as Chuuya’s cock twitched in front of you even after being buried in your throat like that. His hips pressing back into your touch with desperation.

“God just hurry up-” He hissed with brows pinched together and the slightest sheen of sweat gathering on his forehead.

“Fine,” You kissed the tip of his cock, “But only because it’s your birthday.”

Ready to feel your finger relieve the ache deeper inside him with your mouth returning to around his cock. Chuuya protested when your touch and your lips pulled away. His eyes opened to find you readying yourself for something a little more involved. With the straps criss crossing over your thighs and curling around your sides to snap securely. And adjustments to the base of the heavy silicone cock that when you leaned back into the couch sat perfectly on your pelvic bone. Just the sight of you, legs spread and toy waiting were enough to make Chuuya shiver with excitement.

“What are you waiting for?” You went heavy on the lube you drizzled all over the toy. Until it ran down the sides and pooled between your legs. It was messy but you intended to make it much worse than just this.

Holding up the puffiest part of his maid outfit. Chuuya found himself settling with legs splayed over your thighs. Sinking down on you with the slimy silicone cock rubbing against his own length. Still so sensitive from your mouth. He swore that just frotting would have been enough to get him off. But it was his birthday after all.

Guiding him by his hips onto the toy. Chuuya in charge of not dirtying his pretty birthday outfit. You held him still as you pressed the tip of the toy against his entrance. Some prep could have used but with the amount of lube you poured over yourself. And how eager he was with your hands. Chuuya nearly lost all the breath in his lungs when you sat him down fully on your strap.

Cock buried deep inside him and his big bright blue eyes snapping open. Chuuya let out a gasp when he curled over on top of you. Arms pinned between his chest and yours. This was the perfect position to hold him steady. Lips coming to kiss the side of his head. Chuuya thought for a second he could recoup but there was no point. Not when you slammed your hips into him. Toy slipping into his deepest parts and Chuuya letting out the loudest moan yet.

“You thought I wasn’t gonna fuck you on your birthday pretty boy?” You kissed his cheek as Chuuya clutched your shoulders. Glad your chose the couch and not the bed. You moved him up so you could look at him in all his beauty. Outfit and all. He really did make you wanna devour him in one go.

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