ever since your first day at the agency youâve made an effort to avoid dazai and his silly little games, even when he so desperately craves your attention.
pairing; dazai osamu x fem!reader
word count; 3.3k
content warning; nsfw (minors do not interact), unedited, cursing, dazai fingers reader, reader is gifted but their gift is not described/specified, the usual dazai shenanigans, mentions of blood/injury, mentions of murder, probably a lot more
authors note; sigh not only is this a day late but iâm not proud of it so sorry guys :( been so busy lately this was not what i had in mind for this fic, i still hope itâs enjoyable!
when you first joined the agency it was a desperate attempt to find a job that could utilize your gift, after many failed ânormalâ jobs you just had to accept that your situation wasnât normal and you needed a job that could handle that. you caught wind of a detective agency full of gifted individuals and knew it was the perfect opportunity.
thatâs how you got to where you were now, 6 months into your career as a gifted detective. it has been going perfect, being the longest job youâve ever had.
there was just one issue, a big one that took its place in the form of a tall, bandaged man who could never leave you alone. dazai osamu, the issue called itself, would be the death of you.
it all started on your very first day at the agency, he wasted little time introducing himself and instead put all of his energy towards wooing you with those doe eyes. you also recall him telling you could rely on him anytime, followed by a wink and a knowing smirk. you were warned by yosano to keep your distance from him, advice that you still regret not taking to this day.
he tried to get your attention for weeks, throwing paper balls on your desk and mouthing at you to open them. inside was always a love note, multiple tiny hearts littering the crumpled paper. he never seemed to take it personally when you would throw those papers in your trash can, forgetting about them to continue on with work.
just when you begin to think heâs finally let go of his obsession with you, one fateful morning you end up alone with him in the office.
âah, beautiful morning isnât?â he attempted small talk, you only offered a nod and continued filing out your paperwork.
so engrossed in your work you didnât realize how close he had gotten until you felt his warm breath fanning your shoulder, you naturally flinched. you cocked your head to glance at him, those tired eyes focused on your computer screen.
âwhat has you working your sweet little head off?â his curiosity would seem genuine to anyone who wasnât familiar with dazai and his antics.
you cleared your throat, âjust recalling the specifics of my previous mission.â he hummed, his slim hand brushing over yours so he could use the scroll wheel on your mouse. you watched as his eyes scanned the document, analyzing your every word.
being so physically close you were forced to take in all the features of him you chose to ignore, for your own good. you knew dazai was an attractive man, and he knew it too. you didnât dare to look in his eyes anymore so you focused on his hair, unkempt yet still framed his face perfectly and looked fluffy, you wondered if it felt fluffy too.
âitâs hard to focus with you staring me down like a piece of meat, bella.â he whispered, you gasped at such an accusation.
âwhatever, in your dreams.â you bit back, feeling flustered.
he turned to look at you, his eyes danced around your entire face, drinking in every detail of you like a book. many silent moments later, his eyes stopped when they landed on your lips, causing even more turmoil in your chest. it was all too much, being under the heavy gaze of someone like him.
âanyways..â you start, trying to find any excuse to break this close proximity. âthe others should be here soon, we should start getting stuff done around here.â
he hummed in agreement, backing away at last. now that you felt like you could breathe again you tried your hardest to continue on with whatever paperwork you had. you ignored the tremble in your fingertips, typing away on the keyboard.
once the others started filing into the office the tension eased substantially, you were thankful for that. kunikida was the first to arrive, surprised to see you both already there. you ignored his curious stare, greeting him properly and then returning to your computer. dazai pestered the poor man for a bit before quieting down himself.
you thought that was it, the weird encounter in the office would be the last of his teasing. couldnât he see you werenât in the mood for his games, or was this all too amusing for him to care?
fate would put you in a battle against dazai once again just a mere week later. you both sat in front of your boss, a kind man by the name of fukuzawa. in your months here at the agency your respect for him has only grown, his admiration for his employees and the work they do warmed your heart. you truly felt grateful to be under the command of someone as strong-willed and humble as he was.
âthereâs a murder scene iâd like the two of you to look into, please go gather evidence.â he says, hands folded in his lap while he speaks to you.
youâre both silent as he goes over the details of the case. a body found in the museum with suspicion of a gifted individual being involved, it felt as normal as these missions usually are. once youâre dismissed you and dazai make your way outside to the cab waiting for you.
he rushes to open the car door for you, motioning you inside with an eager smile. you sigh, complying with whatever he was up to.
you shuffle around a bit until youâre comfortable, dazai takes his seat beside you and the car begins moving. while dazai stared out of the window on his side, you occupy yourself with responding to all the messages people have sent you that you pushed aside to finish work. some may call you a workaholic (dazai), others (kunikida) call you a devoted employee, you much preferred the title of a devoted employee. your desire to be of use was finally fulfilled now that you were at the agency, for that you were eternally thankful.
âmy dear y/n, i just realized something!â the loud voice of dazai makes you cringe, clutching your poor phone into a death grip.
he doesnât let you respond, âthis is our first time handling a case together alone, just the two of us!â the excitement in his tone makes you irritated.
âand what about it?â your monotonous response makes the brunette clutch his chest, a look of hurt in his eyes.
âwe finally get the alone time weâve been dying to have since our little moment in the office.â if the phone that was still being strangled in your palm wasnât already broken, it sure was now.
âyou totally misread the situation in the office, i wasnât even looking at you like that!â the anger in your tone came across as an embarrassed yelp, it made his grin grow wider.
there was no point in arguing with a man who has made up his mind, he totally thought you were checking him out and now heâll never back down. an exasperated sigh left your lips, deeply regretting not taking yosanoâs warning seriously.
thankfully, all you had to endure for the rest of the car ride was dazaiâs humming to a tune you were unfortunately accustomed to by now. it was hard to forget said song when it was always filling the office air, either by dazaiâs singing or the sound blaring from his headphones that were definitely not noise-canceling.
hell, you even caught yourself humming the tune from time to time, not that youâd ever let someone else find out.
âweâre here.â you thanked the driver, hastily leaving the vehicle before dazai could open the door for you.
the museum in front of you was old, ready to crumble at any given moment, many of the stone bricks were cracked beyond repair and the shrubs that surrounded the entrance were all dead or dying. you never got the details on whether or not the place was even running anymore.
âthis museum shut down years ago and no one has bought it since, perfect place to commit murder.â dazai appeared beside you, seemingly answering the question to your thoughts.
you nodded in agreement, stepping inside without a second thought.
inside all you could see was chaos, shattered glass from broken display cases and graffiti littering the walls. it almost pained you, seeing how this once beautiful sanctuary of history was now torn to shreds for no good reason.
you found what you were looking for quick, the bright yellow caution tape gave it away. youâre sure the police had already come to take the body, so it didnât surprise you when you didnât see anything there.
fukuzawa strictly said you were only here to gather evidence, so thatâs what youâll do. while you got to work, dazai lazed around the building, kicking random trash around to entertain himself. he would giggle when you scolded him for tampering with possible clues.
you knew you were only here to gather evidence but something about the whole situation felt so strange to you, leaving you no choice but to investigate further. normally, you pride yourself in how well you are at gathering information needed for an investigation, but this time around you were completely stumped.
it had your brain so wracked you even contemplated calling ranpo, however you fought against it since you knew he was already working on a case today and you didnât want to bother him just because you couldnât find clues that may not exist.
after a few more minutes of coming back empty handed the realization hit you like a truck, a soft breath leaving your lips at your newfound discovery.
âdazai..â you mumble, still a bit unsure of your conclusion, he only hummed in response.
âi donât think a murder ever occurred here.â nothing but silence on his part, until you hear the shuffling of his footsteps and his breath hot against your ear.
âwell done, flower! to be honest, i didnât think you would figure it out this quickly.â his hushed voice felt loud with him being so close to you.
you were left confused once again, if dazai knew from the start why didnât he just say so? or was he the one who orchestrated this whole thing? so many questions reeling through your brain, and dazai was thoroughly enjoying watching you piece together the mystery he created for you.
but alas, he had to cut it short, you two had limited time here after all. fukuzawa would eventually figure out dazaiâs antics and there would be hell to pay, that was a problem for later though.
âi made the whole thing up!â he admitted, lips still dangerously close to your ear. âyou were always so busy, i needed to get you alone for once.â
you pushed him off you in an instant, anger bubbling inside you. never once did you expect dazai to do something like this, no matter how crazy he was at times. hell, this was beyond crazy.
âyou couldnât have gone about it like a normal fucking person? jesus christ, dazai!â you were now pacing, thinking of all the time you lost entertaining this game of his when it could have been spent at the office or on a real case.
âoh bella please, let me finish.â he begged, stepping close to you again.
you protested for a second time, taking a step back so he couldnât reach you. it would prove to be the wrong move, your ankle catching on a stray piece of rubble from all the broken displays in this damned building. youâre sent tumbling backwards, a cry leaving your lips as you reached out to grasp dazaiâs open arms.
your landing is hard, your ankle throbbing with pain from whatever it was caught on. dazai is at your side in an instant, a look of concern adorning his features as he practically cradled you.
âare you okay?â his voice was serious this time around, so much so that it caught you off guard.
âno, my ankle is bleeding.â you state, clear annoyance in your voice whilst you examine your injury.
youâre caught off guard once again by him effortlessly picking you up from the floor and setting you down on a flat, clean surface. now perched on a white table, you let your other leg dangle off the edge while you tend to your hurt ankle.
dazai claims heâll be back, that heâs going to search for a medkit around here. you nod, happy to be away from his suffocating presence. youâre not anywhere near free from your thoughts though, the lanky man is still clean in your mind.
you didnât even know he possessed the strength to lift you like that, he always looked so frail and ready to break at any given. you shake your head from any further thoughts of dazai, that stupid man.
âfound one.â he was back again, a small medkit in his rather large hands.
despite your many protests he still insisted on caring for you, acknowledging that this was his fault and the responsibility should fall on his shoulders. you kept your mouth shut while he wrapped your foot in the bandages the first aid kit provided. his soft touches to your swollen skin were light, almost soothing.
you hated this, hated how perfect he was. how were you supposed to ignore such a man when his presence was everywhere. most of all though, you were still thoroughly pissed! he not only wasted your time, but the agencyâs time, and that was unforgivable in your eyes.
âwhy?â you question him, âand donât give me that bullshit ass excuse from before, or so help me.â
he chuckled at your threatening words, eyes remained trained on your foot. there was a momentary pause before his eyes met yours, his held mischievous undertones.
âi was getting tired of this back and forth, you know.â there he goes again like a broken record, you huffed.
âi donât know what youâre-â he cuts you off with a finger to your lips, hushing you in the sweetest way he could muster.
âthe other day, when you threw away one of my well thought out love letters i went to retrieve it after you left to the bathroom, can you imagine my surprise to find it wasnât there anymore?â your eyes widen, like a deer caught in the bright headlights of a hunters truck.
âand then i go to check your locker and i see every single one of them in a nice neat stack.â his finger was taken off your lips, his eyebrow raised as if expecting an answer to his discovery.
âwhy were you in my locker?â you deflect, feeling embarrassed that he knew about your little secret.
instead of answering he finished wrapping your foot, giving the gauze one final tug before leaving it be. he smiled at you, a smile you couldnât read. with your legs spread out like they were, it gave him the perfect opportunity to weave in between them and trap your body close to his. he did just that, growing dangerously close to you.
âdazai..â you start, unsure.
he doesnât say anything, instead focusing on treading his fingers against your waist, eyes never once leaving yours.
âwe shouldnât..â you speak again, your breathing growing more sporadic when he hooks one of his fingers underneath your belt buckle, the way he plays with it is teasing.
âwhy shouldnât we, bella? i arranged all of this for us anyways.â his way of showing interest in you, doing something so unsound with little care for the consequences.
but oh god, was it attractive. his touch grew more and more needy by the second and you couldnât find the desire to push him away, because deep down you wanted this too. you knew you wanted the bandaged detective the second you walked through those doors and saw him sitting there, fiddling with little trinkets he had on his desk looking pretty as ever.
âi think we should put an end to this cat and mouse game, hm?â his voice fills your ears again and this time around you listen, nodding whilst wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him even tighter against you.
heâs first to put his lips on yours in a desperate, longing kiss. he tastes sweet, probably from whatever chapstick he uses. the kiss is deeply rooted in lust yet affection as well, he squeezes your waist in the lightest way possible.
âdazai!â you moan out, surprised when he bites your bottom lip teasingly.
âosamu.â he says through the kiss. âcall me osamu.â and then heâs back to attacking you, hips rutting into yours.
you think youâll pass out with how long heâs been kissing you but he eventually pulls away, leaving you gasping for air. he wastes little time, discarding his pants and helping you with yours, the desperation evident in his eyes as he stands before you in just his boxers and dress shirt. he looks like a crazed man who had been holding back for far too long.
once youâre free from the confines of clothing it allows him to truly feel you, his palm cupping your heat. he runs two fingers across your slit before prodding them at your entrance.
âso beautiful, everything about you is so beautiful.â he whispers, stopping his hand entirely.
âdazai.â you say again, sounding more desperate than before, it was even possible.
âosamu.â he corrects, his voice still soft but held hints of firmness.
you repeat his first name back to him and he finally slips two fingers into your cunt. his long fingers are able to reach parts inside of you that your own fingers canât, the new length has you bucking your hips into his hand.
he lets out a muffled giggle but says nothing, his eyes watching the way you suck his fingers in with every thrust. he looks entranced by the sight, it leaves you feeling shy. you have no time to dwell on your embarrassment as he picks up his pace, along with adding a third digit to your already full pussy.
the stretch of the third finger and the change in pace has you throwing your head back, nails clawing at the table you were perched up against just to give yourself some sort of stability.
you feel your climax approaching quicker than you anticipated, shaking your head from the overstimulation. just before you were about to reach your high, it was ruined by a muffled ringing in dazaiâs discarded pants. he pulls his fingers out of you in a swift motion, ignoring your whines of protest as he reaches to grab the phone from his pants pocket.
âhey boss.â he starts, his voice as quirky as ever.
you could hear fukuzawaâs irritated tone through the phone even if you couldnât pick up his exact words. dazai simply hummed and nodded in agreement, even letting out an apology for the time wasted on a fake case. within just a few minutes the call was over, and dazaiâs smile had grown even larger.
he ended the call with a sigh, a pout on his lips that told you he was definitely in trouble when you two got back to the agency. you wondered what excuse heâd give the boss, and what punishment he would receive for lying.
âiâm truly saddened to have to cut this short.â you knew he meant it, you gave him a smile.
âitâs okay, weâll continue it tonight after we see what kind of hell fukuzawa is gonna put you through for this.â the promise of this continuing excited him, and for once he couldnât wait to get back to the office to finish up his job.
he helped you put your pants back on before putting on his own, making sure your injury was still well taken care of. this time you donât fight him even once, allowing him to assist you to the car that was waiting outside for the two of you.
a/n; just something random i wrote while taking a break from my dazai fic!
DAZAI OSAMU:
arguing with dazai was exhausting, this man would rather die a painful death than admit he was in the wrong about anything, it was usually why your fights got more out of hand than they ever needed to be. you hated how he tried to deflect from a situation instead of just owning up to his mistakes.
one particularly heated argument had you so riled up you had to leave your apartment, no longer wanting to look your lover in the eye until he was ready to apologize. he didnât even spare you a glance as you left, a smug expression on his face.
you make your return to your apartment many hours later, it was now nighttime and much too late to be out, especially alone. the first thing your eye catches when you walk through the door is dazaiâs fluffy head of hair resting on the couch. you huff, putting your coat up before walking over to the couch.
âare you ready to apol-â you stop mid-sentence when you realize dazaiâs asleep.
he looked uncomfortable, heavy eyebags and his head resting at an awkward angle on the arm rest. you couldnât help it, a soft coo leaves your lips and it wakes him instantly. those honey eyes were everything but smug this time around.
âmy flower, youâre back.â he mumbles, large hands reaching up to caress your face.
âi am..â you say, he smiles.
you continue to stare into his gaze for just a little longer, the silence draping over the two of you like a warm blanket. he knows that what youâre truly waiting for is his apology, he was more than happy to give it to you.
âiâm sorry, for everything. forgive me?â he says at last in his usual supple tone.
of course you forgave him, you always would.
CHUUYA NAKAHARA:
fights with chuuya usually didnât last long, you two actually pride yourself on your communication when it comes to your relationship. he would never try to hurt you intentionally, youâre the most important person to him and he makes sure you never forget it.
but this one fight had you both out of control. you donât remember who started it but no one was willing to end it, anything that came out of either of your mouths was only more fuel for the fire. if you were being honest with yourself, it terrified you. it wasnât chuuya and his capabilities that had you so scared, you knew he would never bring any harm your way, it was the reality that this fight could be the ending to your relationship.
you didnât want it to end like this, it couldnât end like this. he was all you had and you would never forgive yourself if this was how it ends. so caught up in your own frightened mind, you didnât even notice that chuuya quieted down and was staring into your eyes.
âey, why are you crying?â he didnât mean for the question to come out as harsh as it did, he was just so taken aback.
when you didnât reply he really started to worry, his mind no longer focused on whatever you two were bickering about.
âcome on doll, please donât cry. iâm sorry.â his voice only made more salty tears spill from your eyes, in your opinion you didnât deserve such tenderness.
he wrapped his arms around your frame, his hand on the back of your head and his face buried in your hair. he let you sob your heart out, even if it made his own heart ache. when you finally calmed down you were ready to speak.
âam i still the most important person in the world to you?â he smiled.
âof course you are.â
RYONUSUKE AKUTAGAWA:
you knew your boyfriend wasnât good at communicating, a part of you had accepted that wholeheartedly. he made his efforts because of how deeply he cared for you and you felt that was enough most of the time. your arguments were mostly about his carelessness when it came to his own personal safety, his nonchalant attitude to your concerns irritated you down to your core.
âif youâre going to act stupid and put yourself in avoidable danger then iâm leaving, i canât take this.â you misspoke, his eyes widened.
what you truly meant was that you were leaving for a moment to calm down, not leaving him entirely. you could only stare in shock at what nonsense you just spewed from your mouth, guilt weighed down your body, preventing you from taking even one step towards him. it took seeing the fear in his eyes to finally break you free from your mind.
âiâm so sorry, i didnât mean it like that i swear.â you tried to mend, now wanting nothing more than to put this whole argument behind you.
he let you pull him into a hug, you held his waist tightly to you. when you felt his hand holding the back of your head you breathed a sigh of relief.
âi know you didnât mean it that way, but it scared me.â you nodded, understanding.
you mumbled a few more apologies and once you both had calmed down you were able to talk about some of your frustrations. it was mostly you talking and him listening, but it felt good knowing he was listening with such care. he promised to be more careful for you, and you promised to watch your wording when youâre upset.
â„ i will not write noncon or dubcon so please donât request it or send me asks about it
â„ minors do not interact, i donât have the time to check every single blog that interacts with mine to make sure theyâre an adult so iâm just please asking that you respect my wishes
â„ i donât write incest or stepcest
â„ if iâm not comfortable with your request i will ignore it
â„ it may take some time to get to all requests but iâll try my hardest!
dazai who is so in touch with his feminine side and you love it. heâll let you paint his nails all sorts of pretty colors, please do his makeup for him too! and when youâre making him feel good he doesnât hide those sweet high-pitched moans from you, he wants you to hear how euphoric heâs feeling. and omg his hands are soft and so slim, heâll love to wear your jewelry!
i just want a pretty feminine boyfriend and it has to be dazai pls pls pls đ
when you and your boyfriend work for the port mafia, spending time together isnât always going to be a top priority, especially when heâs an executive and youâre just an underdog.
pairing; chuuya nakahara x fem!reader
word count; 2.5k
content warning; heavy angst, fluff, cursing, lots of mentions of alcohol, bestfriend!dazai, miscommunication, unedited, slightly suggestive if you squint, chuuya is a sweetie pie who i love with my whole heart
a/n: my second post on here! iâm working on my masterlist and stuff right now but formatting that stuff can be so boring so it takes me forever.
you woke to the feeling of the cold morning breeze against your shivering body. the bed felt empty on chuuyaâs side, as it always did. he usually left for work earlier than you did, claiming it was moriâs request that he be there at the crack of dawn but some days it felt like he did it by choice.
while chuuya was an executive under port mafia, you were simply an underdog, taking on miniscule tasks that donât require the attention of any higher up. you tried to reason with your bitter feelings on the title, it was better to be out of the spotlight. so why did you want to be in it so badly?
your phone that laid on your bedside table rung, chuuyaâs contact name stared back at you. with a sigh you reached for the phone and accepted your loverâs call. âhello?â you start, a moment of silence before chuuya speaks.
âhey, mori said thereâs a job for you.â of course, mori wouldnât waste time calling someone of such low importance so chuuya was tasked with it.
chuuya explained the details of the mission. it was simple, as they all were. you needed to collect missed payments from someone the port mafia worked with. you were also informed they werenât hostile, that it was just to collect money.
âif you donât feel comfortable going alone i can send akutagawa to go with you.â his concern was noticeable even through the phone.
âno, itâs fine. these kinds of jobs bore him anyways.â and they bore you too, but you never voice your complaints.
âokay, just.. be safe.â you agreed, ending the call immediately after.
you got ready in the time it took for the cab to arrive at your apartment. there was no small talk on the ride there, just the silent hum of lost radio signal on the stereo. this would take maybe an hour or two tops and then you would have nothing left on your schedule for the day. thatâs how it typically went, no work of any importance.
âweâre here.â you thanked the driver and stepped out.
-
it took an hour and a half, only because the shop owner who owed money did not want to cough up the cash to pay his debts. eventually you had to threaten him, and he finally agreed to pay what he owed.
with the money in hand you headed for the port mafia in the same car you came here with. the same silence, same boredom. when you arrived there was no one to greet you so you decided to take the money up to mori yourself.
you passed akutagawa on the way there, he stopped you. âare you going to see mori?â you nodded, motioning to the suitcase that held the heaping amount of money. âjust let me take it, iâll let him know you went home after finishing the job.â he said, snatching the suitcase from you quicker than you could comprehend.
of course, you could never see the boss yourself. the higher ups had to always be the ones, why couldnât it ever just be you delivering your work to your boss? it wasnât fair, but you didnât dare speak out.
âthanks, akutagawa.â he nodded, turning back to moriâs office.
when you reached the entrance again there was the same driver, you sat in the same seat.
âgoing home?â you thought about it for a second.
âno, take me to the nearest bar.â he complied without saying another word.
the nearest bar happened to be one you frequented, when you entered you were greeted by the bartender who was currently cleaning off glasses from previous customers. you took your usual spot at the center of the bar, ordering what you usually do. you drank in silence, playing with the hem of your coat while you thought to yourself.
the coat was chuuyaâs gift to you after he noticed how much you loved wearing it. even after he handed it over to you, sometimes you would still put it on his side of the coat rack so it smelled like him when you wore it. he used to tease you about it, saying you could just start wearing his cologne too if you liked the way he smelled so much.
the coat that once kept you warm felt colder now. maybe it was because it had aged significantly since it was gifted to you and was now littered in holes, or maybe it was because you hadnât properly seen chuuya in weeks and the coat doesnât smell of him anymore.
he was always busy, always having missions to go on while you rotted away at home like the useless underdog you were. could being a higher up and risking your life be worth it, if it meant you could see him more?
âhey, stranger.â you knew that voice anywhere.
âhi, dazai.â you didnât look up to meet his eyes, only feeling his presence sitting beside you.
even with dazai being in the agency now, he was still your closest friend. you still frequently saw him, usually to drink but sometimes to just talk. chuuya didnât like it whatsoever but never made an effort to stop you. he would remind you that port mafia doesnât meddle with the agency if it doesnât have to, and you would reply with the same âi knowâ as you left.
he ordered a drink on his never ending tab and hummed a tune to himself. he was awfully quiet, so unlike him.
âyou know iâm gonna ask you whatâs wrong, right?â he broke the silence, and for the first time since he arrived you looked him in the eye. he saw the tears welling in your eyes and it hurt him to see you like that.
âis it chuuya? are you two fighting?â the only reason he could think of.
you let out a huff, taking the last swig of your drink.
âwish we were, at least weâd be talking to eachother.â you wiped your mouth, motioning to the bartender that you wanted another.
you could see the gears in dazaiâs brain working in real time, deciphering your words like a case. you knew he would figure it out eventually, but all you needed right now was comfort so you gave into his curiosity.
âi want to ask for a job promotion, iâm so tired of being seen as a weakling in the port mafia.â you admitted, pulling your newly filled drink closer to you.
dazai didnât seem the slightest bit surprised, his eyes held sympathy for you, you hated it. he cleared his throat, as if he was about to tell you the world was ending right then and there.
it felt like it was, you were losing your one and only love to a merciless job and no one in the port mafia took you seriously no matter how hard you tried to prove to them you could get work done.
âcorrect me if iâm wrong but.. is this really about wanting to move up in the mafia? or is it about wanting to see chuuya more?â he solved the case, just like that.
you didnât bite back your tears any longer, letting them fall into your crossed arms as you sniffled. you were just about to take another gulp of your drink but dazai stopped you, giving you a knowing look, you didnât handle your booze well and he knew it.
the alcohol wouldnât solve your problems but maybe it would dull the pain in your heart. ignoring dazaiâs pleading look, you drank again. nothing mattered right now, not even the hangover youâd feel in the morning.
dazai knew he couldnât stop you, but at least he could watch you to make sure you were safe.
-
a couple of hours later and a few drinks down you were feeling the effects in full, your tears morphed into giggles and you felt on cloud nine. dazai had a few drinks in him as well, but not nearly as many as you. continuing to ignore his looks of concern you tried your hand at the dart board mounted on the wall ahead of you.
you were just about to take your shot when dazaiâs ringing phone startled you.
âhey! i wouldâve gotten it that time!â you shouted, slurring your words.
dazai rolled his eyes and accepted said call, already knowing who was on the other end without having to check the caller id.
âwhere is she?â chuuyaâs harsh voice rang through the phone.
âthe bar next to the port mafia building.â he replied calmly, ignoring the slew of curses from chuuya.
âiâll be there in a second, make sure she doesnât have anymore to drink.â
when chuuya arrived at the bar he walked onto the scene of you fighting dazai for a bottle of wine and the bartender watching with an unreadable expression. you wouldnât have even noticed he was there if dazai didnât greet him.
âwhat are you doing here?â you frowned, snatching the bottle of wine at last now that dazai was distracted.
âtaking you home, put down the bottle.â he could tell you were shitfaced just by looking at you.
âiâll go with you, but iâm taking the wine.â you reasoned, knowing chuuya wouldnât be leaving this bar without you.
he agreed, sighing whilst digging in his pockets for his wallet. he slammed a wad of cash onto the counter, apologizing to the poor bartender who had to deal with two idiots the entire evening.
âiâm sorry about that, this should be enough to cover both of their tabs and the bottle of wine.â the bartender offered a smile of gratitude and wished chuuya a good night.
dazai followed the two of you out of the bar, hands stuffed deep in his pant pockets.
âdo you.. need a ride?â chuuya asked, already regretting the simple act of kindness. you stood at his side, eyes trained at your feet with your bottle of wine tucked tightly under your shoulder.
ânah, iâve got someone coming. iâll see you around.â he took his leave, and chuuya quickly ushered you in his car.
the car ride home was silent, the only thing to be heard was your fiddling fingers. you wanted to say something, anything to break the tension but your brain felt like a melting pot of emotions. you were mad, yet you also yearned for him.
âi-â you began, he stopped you.
ânot right now, we can talk when iâm not driving.â if that wasnât a dead giveaway that he was angry you didnât know what was.
it was quiet the entire way back to your shared apartment. the anxiety bubbling inside you helped you sober up, you were still long gone. despite his obvious frustration, he still opened the car door for you and guided you up the steps into your home.
the second the door shut his mouth was moving.
âwhy didnât you tell me you were going to be gone? do you have any idea how worried i was?â his voice raised and fired up, it sparked your own rage.
âwell, iâm sorry i want to do something other than be your housewife.â a confused grunt left chuuyaâs lips, never had he thought of you as his housewife.
his confusion only made you more upset, he truly had no idea how you felt.
âiâm sick of being here, never having anything to do.â you complained, walking into the kitchen to grab a glass for your wine.
chuuya followed you, a stern expression on his face as he quietly listened. he could see you were hurt in a way he desperately wanted to understand, but hearing you say you were sick of being home was like a bullet to the chest. this place was supposed to be a safe place for the both of you, had he done anything to give you the impression of otherwise?
âand no one in the mafia thinks iâm useful, not even you.â you mumbled, fumbling with cork screw that sealed the wine shut.
chuuya suddenly grabbed the bottle from your hand, now looking you dead in the eye. the grip on the bottle made the veins in his hand bulge, you werenât sure how the glass hadnât shattered from the force.
âwho said that?â he asked, an unnerving calmness in his voice that worried you.
âsaid what?â you gulped, no longer worried about your wine.
âsaid you were useless.â silence on your part.
âno.. no oneâs said it but i can feel their judgement. hell, even akutagawa thinks iâm useless.â
âakutagawa thinks everyone is useless.â he argues.
ânot you, he respects you.â chuuya releases his hold on the wine, instead occupying his hands around your waist.
his touch is gentle, almost cooling against your flushed skin. he leans his head into your neck, breathing in your scent which youâre sure smells of a mixture of all the alcohol youâve consumed. âand.. itâs not just that i want to be recognized more in the port mafia. i also want to see you more.â
your confession makes him smile, you can feel his lips curving upwards on your neck.
âis that was this is about? you miss me?â youâre half tempted to push him off of you now, his ego undoubtedly stroked. âwhy didnât you just say that, sweetheart.â
âitâs hard sometimes, youâre always busy and i barely see you.â he hums in agreement, pressing light kisses your shoulders.
it was hard to stay mad at him for too long when this was his way of apologizing, drowning you in physical affection that melts not only your heart but your body.
âwell, if you really donât like where you stand in the port mafia right now, I'll talk to mori. no one thinks youâre useless, hell i thought you liked staying out of the dirty business.â the mafia itself was all dirty business, but you understood what the meaning was in this context. âand iâll try my hardest to be home more, i never mean to be gone so long darlinâ, work is just hectic sometimes.â
you turned to look at him, his beautiful eyes looking at you with all the softness in the world. âi know, iâm so sorry i made a big deal out of all of this. i just felt so lost.â
he understood, âdonât be sorry, you were hurting and i should have seen it. iâm sorry, i love you more than anything.â
âitâs okay, but i think that booze is catching up to me, i need to sit down now.â with a soft laugh he guided you to your shared couch.
the rest of the night he spent pampering you, making you two dinner and putting on a movie for you to watch in the living room. you laid there in peace, your head resting against his chest while his heartbeat lulled you to sleep.
for the first time in weeks, when you fell asleep beside him you woke to him in the morning.
you catch the eye of two regulars that come to the diner you work at
pairing; dazai osamu x fem!reader x chuuya nakahara
word count; 3.6k
content warning; nsfw (minors do not interact!), threesome, unprotected sex, mentions of alcohol, mentions of suicide (itâs dazai obv), degrading (dazai calls reader a slut), lowkey meandom!dazai, softdom!chuuya, oral sex (m&f receiving), backshots.., reader is held hostage (not by dazai or chuuya), cursing, unedited writing, probably a lot more
authors note; my first post on here! iâm pretty proud of this!
the diner was almost quiet in the mornings, very few customers and even fewer employees were present. it was usually just yourself and the cook until around noon when the lunch rush hit, but that was okay with you.
it allowed you catch up with whatever hobby you had going on at that moment, this time it was crocheting. whatever online forum that promised you it was easy was lying, you could barely finish the small square you had started.
just as you were beginning to grow frustrated you heard the familiar ding of the dinerâs door, alerting you of a customer.
the brown haired man was sopping wet, a dreary gaze in his eyes as he shuffled to an empty table and awaited your service. you jumped to, notepad and pencil already in hand as you approached him.
âi donât recall rain being on todayâs forecast.â your weak attempt at a joke flew over his head entirely.
âoh, itâs not raining. i was trying to die in the river.â the confession didnât surprise you as much as it should have.
there was talk of a man who was always spotted trying to drown himself, you assumed it was rumors.
âhmm, didnât seem to work out.â it was the only response you could muster for the bizarre statement.
he opened his mouth to respond but as he lifted his eyes to meet yours he stopped, mouth agape and eyes wide like he had a groundbreaking revelation upon catching your eyes. you cleared your throat, cheeks growing warm from his staring.
âi didnât realize i was in the presence of someone so beautiful. how rude of me not to greet you with the respect you deserve.â a cheap compliment, but his confidence when saying it was cute.
âwhat can i get you?â you changed the subject, tapping your pencil to your notebook.
âyour number, if itâs available.â with rolled eyes you sighed, he overdid it now.
âletâs start off with your drink, what can i get you?â with a bit more push you questioned him.
âwhatever type of whiskey you have.â you hummed, quickly scribbling down his drink and scurrying off to grab it.
when you went to the back the line cook was there prepping for lunch, he only greeted you with a small smile.
his eyes widened when he saw the whiskey you were pouring into a glass.
âa bit early for that, isnât it?â you snorted.
âitâs for a customer.â he didnât continue but you could feel his judging gaze.
after delivering the odd man his drink and a bit more bickering you got him to finally order something. just as he was leaving the restaurant got busy so you didnât have time to wave him goodbye before he was out the door. and that was it, you expected to never see him again.
your shift was usually from open to close, so you swallowed your odd interaction you had that morning and continued on with your day. you got through the lunch and dinner rush without issue and now it was just you and the closing cook.
this was a normal day for you, working long hours and making poor pay. the tips were nice, but did they make up for all the rude customers you face on a daily basis?
you hear the ding of door, itâs ring echoing through the empty restaurant. with 45 minutes until close you wanted to tell whoever was there to leave, but your moral compass fought back with you.
a short man wearing a long coat and a strange looking hat. he was alone, you were thankful for that. you didnât need a large party right before close.
when he sat down you finally approached him.
âhello, what can i get for you?â he didnât look up at you, his eyes still scanning the menu.
âjust a beer.â a strange request to ask at such hour, especially with a bar being just a couple of blogs down the street. you didnât voice these thoughts with your customer and instead went to fetch his drink.
when you returned you saw that he was writing down notes in a notebook that he quickly pushed away when he noticed you looming over him. you smiled, setting down the drink and also taking a seat directly across from the stranger.
he shot you a strange look, one that held a mix of curiosity and annoyance.
âwe close soon, thought iâd keep ya company.â he scoffed.
âhow generous.â laced with sarcasm but there was a small smile playing on his lips.
you two talked for only a little bit, you asked him about what he was writing but he mentioned that it was classified, having something to do with his job that he wouldnât reveal. eventually you both had to go home as the restaurant was closing. you were surprised by just how fast the time had come and gone when talking to the stranger
âi can walk you home, if you want me to.â he offered, to which you smiled.
âiâm gonna catch the late night bus, but thank you mr..â
âyou can just call me chuuya, itâs nice to meet you y/n.â he said, his eyes trained on your nametag.
and then you parted ways, that was what you assumed to be the last of him.
thoughts of the two strange men you met today danced around in your head until you finally succumbed to the exhaustion of the day, the exhaustion that would follow you into the morning for another shift.
the very next day, your next shift you were surprised to see the brunette from the last morning. he waved, noticeably brighter this time around.
âgoodmorning!â he yelled, motioning for you to come over.
you complied as he took your hands and sat you down beside him. with little shame he flirted, his mouth moving so fast you could barely keep up. you were able to introduce yourself to him and he did the same, he revealed that his name was dazai.
âwould you do me the honor of committing a double suicide with me?â he asked for the millionth time, his bandaged hands snaking up your wrists to hold you tenderly.
âyouâre cute, but no.â and with that you shook him off, his hands flying back dramatically.
he stuck around for a bit longer, you made sure he had enough whiskey to keep him busy. sometimes you would catch his gaze as you worked and heâd flash you a pretty smile.
but the times when you would look and he wasnât staring heâd usually be rubbing his finger around the rim of the glass with his other hand supporting his resting head as he stared out the window in deep thought. you couldnât help but admire the man, he was attractive.
and just like yesterday he left during lunch rush and your day continued on. and into the night you would encounter yet another familiar face.
chuuya sat in the same spot as he did last night, his arms crossed over his chest as he waited for you to approach him.
âseems like i have two new regulars.â you muttered under your breath as you made your way to him.
he ordered just a beer again and you once again sat down in front of him to chat. you were lucky he came in so close to closing so you usually werenât even busy.
you chatted for a bit and then, just like yesterday you both got up to leave and he offered again to walk you home. you would just take the bus again.
this routine of your morning regular and your night regular became an almost everyday thing. sometimes one of them wouldnât show and it worried you but they always showed up again the next day.
you got to know the two of them well, it occurred to you one day just how different they were from eachother. the only similarity was their love for booze, and how much of it they could drink.
somewhere down the line of this routine you started to catch crushes on both men. how scandalous, you thought to yourself. two men practically drinking themselves to death and you were swooning over both of them. who could blame you when they both gave you that certain look. chuuya more subtle than dazai by a long shot, but the âfuck meâ eyes they both gave you didnât lie.
you shook your head, you shouldnât be thinking these things about strangers that you barely knew. they were just customers, and thatâs all they ever would be.
little did you know, they were both thinking the same thoughts about you. dazai hadnât been able to keep you out of his head since the very first day you two met, for once he was glad his attempt at suicide failed him because it meant meeting you. chuuya was in the same predicament, he never planned on meeting you but once you hooked him in he couldnât escape.
the pretty diner girl that has two very dangerous men roped in her smile.
when dazai came in the morning to the diner he was expecting to see you there, smiling and waiting patiently as always, but instead in your place was another waitress. he frowned, sitting down in his usual seat.
when the unfamiliar waitress walked to his table he immediately questioned her,
âwhereâs y/n? this isnât usually her off day.â she seemed caught off guard, clearing her throat awkwardly.
âiâm sorry, i donât know. she didnât show up for her shift so i was called in, the owner tried calling her but she didnât pick up.â something felt wrong, he felt it in his bones.
he excused himself, muttering something about only wanting to be served by you. just as he was standing his eyes caught a piece of paper hidden between the ketchup and mustard bottle that were displayed next to the menus on the table.
he took the folded up note and quietly exited the diner.
chuuya would experience the same oddity at a later time that day. he saw a different waitress and spotted the note.
and the note read that they were to both be at a specific location at a specific time.
said location was that of an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. it would occasionally be put on dazaiâs radar if he was looking out for stolen goods or missing people but for the most part no one paid attention to it.
dazai arrived early, surprised to see a particular short man already at the entrance of the warehouse.
âwhat the hell are you doing here, dazai?â chuuya interrogated first, his voice on edge.
âi could ask you the same thing.â dazai shot back, a pout on his lips.
at first dazai suspected chuuya was behind this, but when chuuya explained your description and that he was looking for you he understood almost instantly.
âsomeone must have been watching us, found the opportunity to take advantage of the situation.â chuuya spoke, dazai humming in agreement.
âwell, if iâm stuck with you at least be useful.â dazai said, walking ahead into the entrance of the warehouse with a shouting ginger following behind him.
the exterior looked better than the interior. old construction equipment everywhere with strange stains covering the walls and floors, it was definitely abandoned.
chuuya worried for you, not because he feared that you were hurt but because this place reeked. he could hardly imagine you being here, sitting somewhere in a cold dark corner with a dangerous person holding you hostage.
âsomeoneâs got a lot of nerve to target her..â chuuya mumbled to no one in particular.
âthey do, which is why weâre going to take care of whoever did this and get my woman back.â dazai responded, keeping his eyes peered for any signs of you.
âyour woman? in your dreams!â chuuya let out a loud laugh that he hushed immediately after hearing what sounded like a cry coming from deeper in the warehouse.
both men sprinted forward, stopping once met with the sight of you chained to the floor with a man peering over you.
he turned to dazai and chuuya, a wide grin on his face.
you could barely see the scene before you, your head fuzzy from whatever the stranger had hit you with to knock you out. you barely remember how it happened, you only recall waking up in the dark with the man who abducted you.
just like before, everything was fading to black, this time your mind at peace now that you knew help was here. you didnât know if it was the police or whoever, you didnât care. just being content that someone came for you, you let the darkness consume you.
-
when you came to you saw dazai and chuuya standing over you, yet to see you were awake.
âdonât try to wake her up, sheâs clearly exhausted, dazai. let her wake up on her own.â you heard chuuyaâs voice along with a sigh from dazai.
âi just want to make sure sheâs okay. especially after you carried her around like she was a damn ragdoll.â the brunette muttered.
âwhat else was i supposed to do? sit there and let that guy shoot at us?â you groaned, the loud noises not settling well on your ears.
everything went silent. both men stared down at you expectantly. you sat upright, wiping your eyes.
âdazai? chuuya? you two know eachother?â it was all you could muster, it made dazai grin.
âunfortunately.â chuuya mumbled, shoving away the arm dazai was trying to lay across his shoulder.
âiâve got to say y/n, iâm hurt! i thought i was the only man in your life.â you ignored dazaiâs dramatics, instead looking to chuuya for answers to where you were.
he explained the entire situation, after they âtook care ofâ the person who abducted you, they brought you to chuuyaâs apartment and have been waiting for you to wake up since.
the explanation made you realize just how awkward of a position you were in. you laid on the end of chuuyaâs bed with the two men standing over you. you squeezed your thighs together and gathered your thoughts. this was not the time.
âthis is a lot to wrap my head around.. why did they abduct me out of all people?â you knew you had been abducted and held hostage but you still didnât understand why.
âoh, belladonna.â dazai cooed, his hand reaching to caress your cheek.
âthey thought to take out our common weakness.â chuuya continued, his palm resting against the other cheek.
they didnât need to finish their sentence, you already knew. the lingering gazes from both men at the diner, the flirting from dazai, the gentlemanly offers to walk you home from chuuya.
they were wrapped around your finger, they always had been. there was no more denying that fact, they had risked their lives to save you.
âi.. guess i should be thanking my saviors then, shouldnât i?â a double meaning, they both knew it too.
âmmm, i think so. donât you agree, chuuya?â the shorter man nodded in agreement.
dazai was the first to move, his hand that was on your cheek drifting down to your shoulder as he eased you further into the bed. you complied, wide eyes glancing between the two.
your back hit the cushioned mattress, dazai joined you on the bed, laying on his side as he peered down at your chest that held your racing heart. you saw chuuya kneel down and spread your legs further apart.
they both worked simultaneously, dazai undressing your top half while chuuya worked on the bottom. the feeling of their fingers grazing your skin left you overwhelmed, completely at their expense.
you were fully undressed in a matter of seconds, the cold air of the night nipped at your skin. suddenly feeling insecure you attempted to reach your arms down to cover yourself, dazai caught them, pinning them at your sides.
âdonât hide, beautiful. let us see you.â he whispered, his words holding authority that urged you to comply, you did.
chuuyaâs breath fanned over your exposed cunt, shaky short lived breaths that told you he was just as nervous as you were.
âare you ready?â you nodded, closing your eyes in anticipation.
you felt his tongue make contact with your slit, a constricted moan left your lips out of instinct. dazaiâs rough hand grabbed hold of your chin, forcing you to look in his eyes.
his warm brown eyes held a sinister glint in them. he dipped his head into your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin around your collarbone.
the noticeable contrast between the two showed, chuuyaâs sweet licks to your pussy against dazaiâs rough sucking to your neck. a mixture of pleasure in pain, the perfect balance.
chuuya made work of your cunt, acting as if heâd never get the chance to taste you again. his tongue darting in and out of your hole at a rapid speed you could barely keep up with. his mouth attacked your clit next, sucking on the bundle of nerves.
âchu.. ah!â he added a finger to your hole, curling the digit inside of you to hit the places he couldnât reach otherwise.
he could tell you were reaching your peak, keeping a steady pace to bring you over the edge.
dazai could tell too, so he pushed chuuya away from you.
you whined at the loss of contact, gripping dazaiâs shirt as a weak attempt to beg for more. you caught sight of chuuya, your juices all over his chin. he shamelessly licked the finger that was previously inside of you.
âcanât let him give you your first orgasm, beautiful.â chuuya bit back a snarky comment, instead listening to the painful erection in his pants.
âswitch me places.â dazai spoke, chuuya agreed with little hesitation.
dazai was now by your legs and chuuya sitting behind your head. the brunette was quick to flip you on your back and position you just where he wanted. your ass now in the air with him lazily rubbing his clothed erection against your ass.
your head dangerously close to chuuyaâs crotch, your shaking hands gripping both of his thighs. while dazai took off his pants you hastily aided chuuya with his.
dazai wasted little time, aligning himself with your entrance. his hands gripping your ass while he began with his first thrust, one reaching so deep he nearly bottomed out. a grunt left your lips, squeezing chuuyaâs sensitive thighs as a way to stabilize yourself.
you felt chuuyaâs soft hands reach for your hair, massaging your head whilst shushing your whimpers that escaped with each thrust dazai threw into your aching cunt.
once a rhythm was found you put your focus on chuuyaâs painfully hard member. his eyes on yours the entire time as he watched you lick the base of his manhood until you reached the tip. he guided your head down his cock, small praises leaving his lips the entire time.
âour pretty girl, being such a useful slut.â dazai spoke, landing a smack on your ass.
you attempted to moan but your lips were occupied, drool escaping your mouth with every thrust chuuya delivered into your throat.
the speed of their thrusts beginning to synchronize, you felt your core squeezing dazai harder. it only encouraged him, knowing you were close to your peak.
it was all so overwhelming, bringing tears to your eyes as you attempted to take it all, to take all that dazai and chuuya gave you.
âso pretty.. taking us so well.â chuuya mumbled, wiping tears that began spilling from your eyes.
he looked at you as if you were the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen, despite your hair being a mess and your eyes being red from tears.
you were all close, that much was clear from the way dazai had began to shut up and chuuyaâs silent grunts had turned into breathless moans. you were no better, one hand still resting on chuuyaâs thigh while the other reached for one of dazaiâs hands.
dazaiâs hips sped up, squeezing your hand tenderly whenever he hits particularly deep.
he feels his orgasm creeping up on him, your tight walls leaving him a shaky mess.
heâs the first to come undone, his seed spilling into you with one finally push of his hips. his orgasm setting off chuuya, cumming into your warm mouth with a slew of curses leaving his lips.
you swallow every drop, chuuya wiping your mouth with his thumb before lifting your head up to plant a kiss on your lips. dazai still thrusting inside you, overstimulating himself to get you to your breaking point.
âmâ cumming!â you announced, heat pooling in your stomach.
âlet go, belladonna.â and you did, cumming hard on his cock.
the room was filled with panting sighs and beating chests as you all collected yourselves. chuuya was the first to move, scrambling to his bathroom to grab a towel to clean you up. dazai cuddled you on the bed while chuuya cleaned you off, dazai stroking your hair whilst humming you to sleep.
you refused to let the tiredness take hold of you until both men were in the bed with you. when chuuya joined, you finally gave in to the sleep that was calling you.
you had never slept better, feeling safe in the arms of two strangers who had become regulars in your life.
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