First time writing smut kinda nervous!!
Dazai never saw himself as someone who was interested in men.
He has his moments, of course. But it's all playful teasing, as he tells himself. He's more interested in women.
Ah yes. Their supple bodies and their sweet voices. The arch of their backs and the squeal of their moans when they orgasm. Actually, now that he thinks of it, it's more of a shriek.
But he adores women! He wouldn't have it any other way.
Not even as he stares down that short redhead, wearing a glittery red dress that hugged her body in all the right places, and wine colored heels.
Osamu had a rough night. He supposed that having an angel like that in his bed wouldn't be too bad. It's better than unwrapping his bandages and reliving the past.
So he grabs a glass, one that he likely won't drink from, and makes his way over.
“Well hello there,” he begins, semi standing behind her, “I couldn't help but have been captured by your beauty. Tell me, what's your name?”
The woman turns to face him.
“...It's you.” Dazai's charming smile falls, now face to face with none other than Chuuya Nakahara.
His voice…slightly raspy, but otherwise nice to listen to. He could recognize it anywhere.
“You know Chuuya, you make a pretty convincing girl. I was almost fooled by you.” What was he doing here, dressed like that anyway?
It was nothing special, just some nightclub not too far away from the agency.
The redhead scoffs, his brows knitted and his upper lip curled so that he looked irritated. “Just when I thought I could have a somewhat peaceful night. And would you shut up, there's no way I look like a girl!”
“I beg to differ, doggy. I thought I was going to spend my night with an angel until it turned out to be an ogre.” Dazai shakes his head with a chuckle.
Then he yelps, stumbling back a little and rubbing his foot through his shoe. “Chuuya~ these were my good shoes!”
“Nobody cares. And no woman would want to spend a night with you, anyway.”
Dazai huffed and dropped his foot. “How would you know? You're not a woman.”
Chuuya rolls his eyes, now leaning against the table behind him. “Well obviously. And even if I was, I still wouldn't want to sleep with you.”
“That just shows that no matter what you are, you'll always be an insufferable little leprechaun.” The brunet yawns, suddenly seeming bored.
“Says the giant! No girl likes a tall guy!” He clutches his own glass tighter in his hand.
“Says the short guy. Tell me, how many women have found you attractive enough to want to sleep with you?”
The shorter man falters. “Shut up, you damn well I don't get around as much as you do. I'm surprised you haven't gotten an STD.”
Dazai puts a hand on his chest, seemingly offended. “Chuuya! I'm the healthiest man alive, that's what keeps me so handsome!”
“I know damn well you're lyin…” Chuuya mumbles under his breath, looking off to the side.
This was getting a little boring. And there's nothing like a bet to spice things up! “Say, wanna make a bet?” Dazai smirks.
“Where did this come from?” Chuuya uncrosses his arms, now pressing his palms against the edge of the table. “..Whatever, go on.”
“I'll prove to you that a woman would have an awesome night with me.”
“Fine. I'll bet the same. And if I win, you better not come near me for the entirety of next month.”
“Got it! And if I win..” The brunet hums, putting a hand on his chin. What does he get if he wins? He could force Chuuya to walk around in a stupid outfit for the next month. Or he could make him admit that he's short.
… No, he has a better idea.
“If I win, I get to have those heels you're wearing.”
“What!? Hell no!”, “ Why not?”
They didn't even belong to him. The heels, along with the makeup, belong to Kouyou. With her permission, of course. He's not going to take her stuff without asking.
Dazai shakes his head. “Either that, or the bet is off.”
“You made the bet, dumbass!”
Dazai sighs softly, breathing in the scent of Chuuya, as his lips slide along his neck. How soft yet firm it felt. A vein pulsates under his tongue, as the muscle caresses the area. Then his teeth join, carefully sinking into the soft surface.
Chuuya hisses, his hands braced on Dazai's shoulders. They were barely an hour in and he was already half-hard. He's then pushed back on the bed, the man above him suddenly ravenous.
His hands were all over his body now. Thighs, waist, hips. Arms, shoulders, hands. His breath was heavy, slowly turning into soft pants.
He wants to explore this body. He knows it. He knows so much about it. But he's never felt it this way before. The soft curves, the toned abs, the muscles.
Lean, muscled, but soft at the same time. He wonders how that works.
His body.. Chuuya's body. It felt so nice under his hands. It filled him with so many emotions. Confusion: how did he go so long without experiencing this?
Pleasure: Every part of him, every crevice and scar felt so amazing.
Reverence: He wants to worship this body.
But he shouldn't be feeling this way, right? Chuuya is a man, and so is he. They're rivals. This was meant to be a onetime thing. On top of that, he likes girls.
But hearing the way Chuuya moaned under him, it made the whole front fall. He wants him. So bad. He needs him.
“Mh.. Chuuya.” Dazai raises from his spot, taking a glance at his collarbone, which was adorned in dark proof of his want.
“What?” The redhead shudders, catching his breath. There was no penetration. Not even any oral. Dazai was just devouring him. Was he really that needy? For that idiot?
“You showered before this, right?”
This Dazai was different. Chuuya hasn't seen this side of him before. Eager to take him and ruin him. Yet precise in making sure everything was right.
“Of course I did. Why would I go out and not shower?” The question would've been stupid, if not for their situation.
Dazai doesn't answer, and instead slides his hands around to unzip the back of his dress. He kisses down slowly, being sure to memorize the tingle each touch gave him.
His lips wrap around the hardened nub, sucking gently. Chuuya tangles his fingers in Dazai's hair with a groan, his eyes fluttering shut. “Shit..”
After a minute or so, the brunet pulls away to admire his work. And how pretty it was. He never thought he'd find Chuuya so.. Beautiful.
“Quit starin'...” Embarrassingly, he was flustered. What was Dazai staring for?
His lip curls into something of a smirk. He might as well do as told. So he goes lower, pushing up his dress and kissing along his hips. He can't wait to taste him.
Though as arousing as this was, their clothes were starting to feel restricting. “Let me take this off.” Dazai shrugged off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt, leaving him in his pants.
Last, he discarded the dress, carefully folding it and leaving it on the floor. It's not dirty, it'll be fine.
And finally, finally, he stroked the length with a firm grip, watching the pre-cum coat the tip. “Cute..” He sighs.
Using his thumb, Dazai spreads the substance all around the head, then smears it at the base. With a final glance at Chuuya, Dazai sank his head down slowly, being sure to ease it in. He wants to take in as much as he can.
He's never had sex with a man before, yes. But he has enough knowledge to at least know what to do.
“God, Dazai…” Chuuya breathes out, holding the brunet's head. The warmth closing around him felt amazing.
Dazai hums in response, attempting to relax his throat enough to take him in even deeper. He gags a little, but besides that, there were surprisingly no problems.
There's lowkey nothing after this.
IT'S UNFINISHED AND I DIDN'T FEEL LIKE FINISHING IT.
Things in this little whatever this would be called:
1. Chuuya occasionally crossdresses
2. (MY HEADCANON)Dazai's attraction lies towards males, but he's slightly at war with himself for it, and often spends his time with women, trying to convince himself that he likes women
3. Chuuya originally went to the club for a mission, and after it he decided to stay and hang around
4. Dazai wanted to get drunk at the club before spotting Chuuya
please ignore this poll, this was an accident and I thought this was a list and idk how to get rid of it
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