DAZAI would suddenly drag you and pull you into an empty alley. Removing your pants and undergarments before thrusting into you from behind with no lube or prep at all. Pulling onto your hair and degrading you, telling you to keep quiet. It doesn't matter where you both were; he would make you ride him in a public restroom, bend you over in the agency's storage room, eat you out in his car.
"fuck you're so tight.. you like this don't you-? Pulling such a stunt with Chuuya of all people in front of me... hahh... Aren't you just a little whore begging for my attention" as you were about to come, he pulled out of you and zipped back his pants, "we'll continue this later, and don't even try to touch yourselfā if you do then I'll punish you twice" he gave his mischievous grin before acting like nothing had happened. Once he actually fucks you, he would tie you, edge you, and use toys on you; continuing until you pass out or when your voice is gone from screaming out his name, knowing full well that you won't be able to walk tomorrow.
JOUNO wouldn't fuck you as a sign that you were his, but as a punishment. Once he notices that you're trying to make him jealous on purpose, you are in for a long ride. Pussy slapping and spanking is definitely his thing, and he makes you count it, if you lost count you both will start over. He would most likely humiliate you, turn the vibrator on your clit to the highest setting when he sees you talk to someone. He would edge you only to overstimulate you right after, wanting to hear your begging.
"trying to make me jealous like a slut? Now let me ask you, who can fuck you this good hmm?" he groaned into your ear, every thrust hitting your g-spot, sending you closer to the edge. After pulling out of you, he'd slap your clit countless times, "don't whine now sweetheart, since you acted like a desperate whore, you'll get treated like one m'kay?" He groaned into your ear, his voice barely above a whisper, as he pulled on your hair harshly, thrusting back into you.
SUMMARY: you're finally back in yokohama after spending four years abroad dealing with mori's foreign business. the last person you want is to see dazai osamu, the wounds of his abrupt betrayal still too fresh for comfort. unfortunately, he decides to take matters into his own hands by showing up at your office in the middle of the night.
(wordcount: 7.1k; Åsfw; fem!reader; port mafia executive!reader, f!receiving oral, gunplay, knife play (ish), spitting, pussy drunk!dazai (as always), light choking, overstim, office sex, semi-public/public sex, unprotected sex, switch!dazai, switch!reader, undertones of angst (happy ending). lmk if anything is missing!)
AUTHOR'S NOTES: guys. GUYS. i had so much fun writing this, this is finally usurping in paper rings and picture frames as my fav fic that i've written. HAHAHH. i hope you guys like it too!!
You hear the door to your office swing open, and you press your lips together tightly, irritation swimming through your head as your grip tightens on the pen youāre using to fill out your paperwork. Itās already lateāyouāre tired and your head hurts, but you canāt leave the building until Akutagawa comes to hand you the report for his failed mission so you can pass it up to the boss. And you know that whichever subordinate this is, itās definitely not Akutagawa because the boy would rather claw his own throat out than walk into your office without knocking.Ā
Which means itās some upstart new recruit who has no manners and is likely going to make your night worse. You think being away for so long did some real damage to your reputationāfour years ago, the lower ranked mafiosos avoided your floor like the plague, they didnāt barge in like they owned the place, but then again, four years ago, you also had a certain dark-haired executive (ex-executive now, you remind yourself bitterly) lurking around your floor constantly trying to get your attention, and if people werenāt nervous enough about you, they were definitely terrified of him.
āFive seconds to explain why you came into my office without knocking or Iām putting a bullet through your fucking skull,ā you say, voice acerbic, not even bothering to look up, the fingers of your free hand closing around the gun you have holstered at your side.Ā
āThereās a few too many cameras in the hall for my liking to stand out there and wait for you to open the door.ā
The fact that he manages to dodge the bullet shot in his direction is testament to his skill, but youāve known Dazai Osamu long enough to know that when he dodges to the side, nine times out of ten, he dodges left, so you drop your pen as soon as you pull the trigger and swipe the knife laying haphazardly on your desk, launching it in his direction. You watch as his eyes widen just a bit when it impales the wall right next to his ear, just barely nicking his skināboth a warning and a threat.
āMy, my, bella, youāve gotten faster the past few years,ā Dazai grins, unperturbed, smile as reckless and lazy as the day he left four years ago as he plucks the knife from the wall. āIāve missed you too.ā
āWhat the hell are you doing here, Dazai?ā you ask, voice cold and sharp as your finger rests against the trigger of your gun. āHow did you get up here?ā
āSecurityās gotten lax since Iāve been gone, I guess,ā Dazai shrugs, but his eyes dance with mirth as he makes his way over to your desk. āYou should probably do something about that.ā
āDazai,ā you say, keeping your voice low and trying to reign in your temper. There are no cameras in your office, but the hall leading here is littered with them, hidden ones that were recently installed that he wouldnāt know about, if any one of them caught his face and itās reported to Moriā¦ āYou think I wonāt drag your ass to Mori myself? What the fuck are you doing?ā
Youād have to, or it would be your head on the line for betraying the Port Mafiaāyou know better than anyone the treatment that traitors get, considering you were the one that dealt with them up until you were sent abroad four years ago to handle Moriās foreign politics.Ā
āI donāt know, will you?ā Dazai counters, head tilted to the side as he takes a seat on top of your desk next to you, a smile on his face that makes you think he knows something that you donāt. It makes you a bit sick to your stomachāyouāve only been back in Yokohama for a few days and you feel as if you have yet to even adjust to Dazaiās defection from the Port Mafia because you were away for so long. Him showing up like this opens up wounds that are too fresh for comfortāit reminds you of the days that feel like yesterday when he would show up at your office to distract you from your work, pouting and throwing himself on your couch when you blow him off to finish up your reports.Ā
āMaybe,ā you answer, finger twitching on the trigger as you keep your gun pointed in his direction.Ā
Dazai is completely unbothered, leaning down until his nose is nearly brushing yours, lips tugged up in an unbearable smirk.Ā
āThen do it,ā he challenges, and you glare at him, jaw tight and eyes hard. He reaches out, fingertips brushing your skin, and you feel like youāre on fire beneath his touch. You hate that your body still betrays you to him. āDonāt look at me like that, bella. I wonāt even resist, I promise, as long as you promise to be the one to put a bullet through my skull, so your face can be the last thing I see. Ah, that would be a lovely death, wouldnāt it?āĀ
āYouāre a fucking freak, Dazai,ā you spit out, but make no move to get up or grab your phone. āWhat is wrong with you?ā
Dazai doesnāt respond, only winking at you. Instead, his gaze shifts to the side and his hand drops from your face to his lap again. You hate even more that you miss his touch immediately.Ā
āYou still have my couch,ā Dazai notes to himself quietly, an odd tone to his voice as he stares at the dark couch in the far corner of your office, where heād bundle himself up under blankets to avoid Chuuya, because Chuuya used to avoid your office like the plague when the three of you were younger.
āItās my couch,ā you say tightly, even though you know no one has touched it since Dazai left, and the ugly orange blanket he liked so much is still draped over the back of it, and it probably still smells like him. Your throat feels swollen, and you steel away your emotions and continue with, āI havenāt been back here since you left, anyway. What do you want, Dazai?ā
āI heard you were finally back in Yokohama,ā he says. āI wanted to see you.ā
āFuck off,ā you say roughly. āSo you decide to break into the main base of the Port Mafia and come all the way up to my office? You know where my apartment is, you couldāve shown up there. What do you really want?āĀ
āItās the truth,ā Dazai says easily, and his dark eyes meet yoursāboth of them, you note, and wonder when he decided to shed the bandages that covered his right eye. āI was at your apartment for a bit, I got impatient and came here instead.ā
Heās telling the truth.
Oh, you realizeāthe clogged feeling in your throat is coming back, you force it away again and lean back in your chair, looking away from him to turn your gaze to the window. Itās well past midnight already, the moon is high in the sky and the stars are glittering above. In the distance, you can see the Ferris wheel of Cosmo World glowing a bright purple color and a string of flashing red and blue lights as the police chase after someone.
āWhy?ā you ask finally, breaking the heavy silence that had settled over the two of you.Ā
āI told you,ā Dazai says quietly, and your eyes turn back to him. He looksā¦ happier, you canāt help but note. A sick part of you feels jealousāyouāre not sure if youāre jealous because heās free and youāre still stuck in this place, or if youāre jealous because heās happier and heās happier in a life without you. You think it might be the latter. āI miss you.ā
āDonāt give me bullshit, Dazai,ā you snap, still trying to push away all of the feelings youāve repressed for so long. āGet out of here before you find yourself killed. Iām not going to turn you in, but Iām not saving you if you get caught.ā
āItās not bullshit,ā Dazai tells you, voice sharp in a way that it only ever is when heās starting to get annoyed. āI-ā
A knock at your door cuts Dazai off mid-sentence. Both of you freeze, Dazai looks at you as if waiting to see what youāre going to do, and you can so easily finish this now, let whoever is at your door in and drag Dazai back down to the torture room where he belongs, but instead you find yourself reaching for him. Your hand intertwines with his hair roughly, and you revel a bit in the hiss that escapes his lips as you yank him off the desk and roll your chair backward, kicking the back of his knee so that he crumples to the ground and you can push him beneath your desk.Ā
You lower your gun to your lap so you can keep it pointed at him and then glance down at himāhe looks caught off-guard and disgruntled at being manhandled, but you think it's a bit funny how cramped he looks under there.Ā
āNot a single word,ā you warn before fixing your chair and raising your voice. āCome in.ā
Akutagawa wastes no time stepping into your office, nodding his head in respect as he makes his way over to the chair on the opposite side of your desk, a bundle of papers in hand. He doesnāt hand you the pile right away and he looks uncharacteristically nervous, and you raise your eyebrows, wondering what the issue is.Ā
āI amā¦ unsure how to fill out some of the report,ā Akutagawa says, unable to meet your eyes as he stares at the windows behind you. āThe operation wasā¦ not a failure but not a success. The whole mission was in disarray, I do not know who was doing what at certain points.ā
You stare at Akutagawa. āWhat do you want me to say to that?ā you ask him, leaning back in your chair. āItās your job to know that as the field officer for the mission. If you canāt handle that, Hirotsu will take back the position on the next major operation.ā
Akutagawa bristles. āI can handle it,ā he says, voice clipped. āThis mission was just more chaotic than-ā
āThan usual?ā you ask idly, watching as he stiffens as your interruption. āThis was childās play, itās unlike you to make excuses, Akutagawa.ā
āIām not making excuses,ā he says immediately, ābutā¦ā
Akutagawa continues talking, but your attention is ripped away when you feel Dazai shift beneath the desk. You press your lips together tightly, stiffening as his hands rise to your thighs, spreading them a bit so he can settle between them. You glance down, heās already peeking up at you, dark eyes glittering in a way that has you on edge.Ā
Donāt you dare, you warn silently, but Dazai only takes it as further encouragement, pressing his lips to your clothed inner thigh, you can feel the warmth and wetness through your slacks. It takes all of your self-control to not inhale sharply when he starts trailing open-mouthed kisses up your thigh until his mouth is hovering right above your cunt.Ā
You press the muzzle of your gun against his temple.Ā
He smiles.Ā
Your jaw clenches as he licks a long stripe between your legs through your slacks, making sure to press his tongue down hard over where your clit is hidden through your clothes. Akutagawa is still talking, oblivious to whatās happening beneath your desk as he airs his complaints about the mission. You could stop Dazai, place your foot on his shoulder and push him off of you, but you donāt, notablyāyou donāt want to acknowledge that though. You only vaguely hear Akutagawaās issues, something about interference from a third partyāthe SDUP? What the hell were they doing there?ā and Kajii blowing up an escape route.Ā
āGive me the report,ā you say, cutting him off mid-sentence, and holding out your hand. Youāre grateful that your voice comes out steadier than you feel with Dazai trying to tongue fuck your through your pants.Ā
As you lean forward to rip the papers from Akutagawa, you tense, feeling something sharp press against your inner thigh. Sitting back in your seat and glancing down, your eyes cut down to Dazai, who still has the knife youād thrown at him and is using it to cut open your very expensive slacks.
You have half a mind to drive your foot into his face, but you refrain. If only barely.
Itās a miracle that you can keep your breath steady, because as Dazai cuts your pants, he kisses every inch of open skin thatās revealed to him. His lips are warm, wet, familiarāso familiar that your legs are instinctively spreading for him, giving him more room to work.
Your eyes scan the report but the words are just jumbled letters and not making any sense. Every time you try to understand, you feel Dazaiās teeth graze your thigh as he marks up your skin. You tense when you feel him bring the knife much closer to your cunt, to finish cutting off the materialāyou press the muzzle of your gun harder into the side of his head, warning him to be careful. You glance down only to see a hazy smile on his lips as he winks up at you, as if heās drunk just off of the idea of whatās about to happen.
He works efficiently as always, freeing your lower body of your slacks and panties as quickly as possible, and he wastes no time burying his face between your legs. Your lashes flutter and the grip you have on your pen tightens dangerously, you think it might snap. Dazaiās tongue slides between your folds, lapping up the slick that had begun to poolāyou know that if Akutagawa wasnāt sitting a few feet away, Dazai would be making a snide comment about how he knew you wanted him.
Dazaiās tongue flicks over your clitāyou can feel him staring up at you, watching for every little reaction, the way your lip tightens as you bite back moans, the way your eyelids unconsciously start to slide shut, the way your breath is just a bit heavier than it usually is.Ā
This is so dangerous, you think to yourself desperately. If Akutagawa of all people figures out that Dazai is here-
You nearly choke when Dazai shifts a bit underneath the desk to kneel at a better angle, grateful that Akutagawa seems to be too busy wallowing in his own mistakes to notice your struggle. Your gazeĀ snaps down again, his eyes have fluttered shut as he buries his face deep into your cunt, nose pressed to your clit as he pushes his tongue into your hole and you can feel the way he lets out a silent, but shaky breath, barely holding back a moan.
You notice his free hand slide from where it was propped on your thigh down to his beige pants, fingers fumbling with the button as he desperately tries to slip his hand beneath his waistband to touch himself. You kick his wrist hard, using your foot to pin it against the side of your desk, watching him wince and withdraw his hand, looking up at you with those big brown eyes you can never say no to.Ā
God, heās pathetic, his lashes are wet and his cheeks are flushed, eyes glossed over with pleasure as he looks up at you and you know youāll let go of his wrist if he looks at you like that any longer, so you turn your gaze back up to Akutagawa, whoās staring at his lap and waiting for you to finish the report.
āGet out,ā you tell him, voice sharper than you intended. Akutagawaās eyes snap up to you, brows furrowed in confusion. āGo, Iāll handle this.ā
āBut-ā
āYour job is to take orders, not question them,ā you bite out, watching frustration flash across the boyās face as he rises to his feet. Youāre not usually this harsh with the kid, but youāre not sure how much longer youāre going to last and Akutagawa cannot be in here when you cum. You can feel the heat pooling in your stomach and that familiar hazy feeling clouding your mind. āOut, Akutagawa.ā
Akutagawa inhales sharply but nods, turning stiffly on his heel to leave your office. As soon as the door to your office clicks shut, Dazai is pushing the chair backwards until the back of it hits the windows behind you, shifting into a more comfortable position as he resumes fucking you with his tongue in earnest.Ā
He moans into you, wanton and shameless, any restraint he had because of Akutagawaās presence is long gone. While he was careful to not make noise before, now the sloppy sound of his tongue dragging in and out of your cunt drowns out any other noise in your office, he sucks and slurps, heās so disgusting, like he canāt get enough of the taste of you, a man whoās been starved for years.
The knife clatters to the ground as he reaches up with both hands to grab your thighs, sliding them over his shoulders so he can push his tongue even deeper inside of you. Only sheer pride drives you to push away the creeping fog as Dazaiās tongue slides back up between your folds to draw figure eights around your clit.
āI should pull the fucking trigger, pulling this shit when he was in here,ā you spit out, head falling back as a breathy noise escapes your parted lips when Dazai sucks gently at your clit. He moans again, as if the idea itself turns him onāit probably does, heās always talked about wanting to die between your thighs. āYouāre a fucking freak, Dazai.āĀ
He lets out a puff of air, you canāt tell if it's a laugh or another moan, maybe a mixture of both, but heās too focused on drowning in your cunt to respond. Four years without him and youāve forgotten just how good Dazai is with his tongue, working your body as easily as he did when the two of you were eighteen and seeking each other out before meetings and between missions for a quick fuck. You hate itāyou hate that heās treating you as if nothing has changed and you hate even more that your body is this responsive to him.Ā
Betrayal, you think, your own body betrays you for him. Again.
āFuck,ā you gasp the word out when Dazai rolls your clit between his teeth gently, sending a jolt through your body that throws you off just enough for that fog youāve been fighting off to finally win. You choke over a moan, head pressed back against your desk chair, forearm coming up to press against your forehead as your eyes slide shut. Your free hand finally finds its place in his hair, tightening around his dark locks, he lets out a whimper against you, tongue flicking over your clit. āLike that. Just like that.ā
You can hardly keep your head on straight as he traces letters around the sensitive bud, you try to figure out what heās spelling but youāre too far gone. Your head is light and your chest is heaving. Youāre barely able to bite back moans as your thighs tighten around his head, hips rocking against his face. You donāt even know if he can breathe, you donāt think you care, so close to the edge that your entire body is tingling and trembling; you donāt think he cares either from the way heās moaning into you.
It takes one last suck, one last swirl around your clit, and youāre crying out his name, spots dotting your vision as your grip on his hair tightens, pushing his face impossibly deeper into you as you grind your hips against his face. God, it feels never-ending, a noise too close to a sob nearly escapes your lips as Dazai ardently laps up all of your cum, not letting a single drop go to waste. You canāt remember the last time youāve cum this hardāwith him, probably, you realize bitterly. None of the one-night stands youāve had over the past few years have ever compared to him.
Youāre still reeling even as you force yourself to straighten in your seat, not willing to let him know just how badly youāre thrown off by how intense your orgasm was. Your head is still spinning, vision still blurring, but you lift your leg and press your foot to Dazaiās shoulder, kicking him back and forcing him out from his position between your thighs.Ā
He grunts, looking thoroughly disgruntled as he falls back on his ass, pouting up at you as he tries to catch his breath. He looks debauched, lips swollen and wet, your cum smeared on the lower half of his face. His cock is straining against his beige pants and his eyes are still glazed over; heās looking up at you with an expression thatās nothing short of reverent.Ā
God, heās gorgeous.Ā
You hate him.Ā
Youāve missed him.Ā
You shift in your seat and Dazai is lifting himself to his knees, immediately leaning closer, a hazy smile on his lips as he angles his face up and pointedly parts his lips, sticking his tongue out. You know what he wants and the heat that had been slowly dissipating returns with a vengeance, breath catching as you look down at him.
āYouāre gross,ā you tell him, watching the corner of his lips quirk up even as he keeps his tongue out and waiting.
You donāt deny him. You never can.Ā
You shift forward, rising to your feet and reaching out to grab his chin, angling your face down. Your grip is too tight, itāll leave bruises behind and you think thatās the least he deserves so you only tighten it a bit more as you lean over him. You donāt give him what he wants, not right away, letting the saliva gather on your tongue as you observe him, the way his pupils are blown wide and his chest is hardly rising and falling, as if he canāt even let himself breathe in anticipation.
Disgusting, you think again, but itās fond this time, much to your displeasure.
You decide to put him out of his misery, letting the spit dribble from your mouth down to his. His eyes roll back as soon as it hits his tongue, and your hand slides from his chin to curl around his neckānot tight, just firm enough to feel the way his throat bobs as he swallows.
He lets out a shaky breath, eyes fluttering back open as he looks up at you, entirely blissed out. Your hand slides down more, curling around the ugly bolo tie heās wearing in place of the black one youāre used to. You tug it hard, beckoning him to his feet; he acquiesces, albeit on shaky legs.Ā
Immediately, his hands find your hips as he pushes you against your desk, spinning you around to face it before his hand presses between your shoulder blades, pushing you down to bend you over it. Your eyes widen at the sudden change in demeanor, something youāll never be able to get used to no matter how many times you fuck him; it always caught you off guard back then, it still catches you off guard now. He pulls off the remnants of your destroyed slacks and immediately is grinding his bulge against your ass, a low moan spilling from his lips.Ā
āHow many people have you been with?ā he suddenly asks, and you can hear him fumbling to unbutton his own pants. Thereās an edge to his voice that you donāt likeāsomething caught between jealousy and possessiveness, and you nearly want to scoff at it.
āWhat the fuck, Dazai?ā you spit out, appalled and not expecting the question. āNone of your damn business.āĀ
You turn your head to the side to rest your cheek on the desk, looking back at him from the corner of your eye. His eyes are still a bit hazy but thereās a tight expression on his face, reminiscent of the one that would be directed toward you whenever he stumbled in on you entertaining anyone other than him years ago.Ā
āHumor me,ā he says, voice cold and eerily familiar. If you werenāt looking at him and if you couldnāt see the tan coat and bolo tie, youād think you were talking to Dazai Osamu, Port Mafia Executive, and not Dazai Osamu, Detective.Ā
āA lot,ā you finally tell him, feeling the way he stiffens behind you. āI donāt keep count. You?āĀ
You think he has some nerve asking when heās probably slept around t-
āNone.ā
āBullshit,ā you snarl immediately. āHow many? Donāt fucking lie to me, Dazai.ā
āNone,ā he says again, gaze lifting from your back to meet yours, his eyes are darkātoo dark, too still. Maybe he hasnāt changed as much as you assumed, because the way your chest swells with a confusing mixture of fear and arousal is far too familiar. āYouāre the only one allowed to touch me.ā
His gaze drags back down, with his pants unbuttoned, he lifts his free hand to caress the swell of your ass, a contemplative expression on his face as he stares down at you, his other hand still pinning you down to your desk. If your heart wasnāt thudding in your ears from sheer anticipation, youād be irate over the fact that you were letting Dazai Osamu fuck you over your own desk in your own office, but you canāt bring yourself to care now.
āThey never made you feel like this.ā Itās a statement, not a question, and you want to scoff at his arrogance, but you canāt because heās right. āThey donāt know your body like I do.ā
This time you do scoff. āYou donāt know shit, Dazai. Itās been four years.ā
Dazaiās eyes flicker back up to you, the way his lips curve up into a smile is dangerous.
āNo?ā he questions.Ā
A challenge. You never back down from one, not from him.Ā
āNo.ā
His smile sharpens.
āI know that after you cum for the first time,ā he murmurs, rolling his hips forward. You bite back a moan when you feel the tip of his cock slip between your folds. āThe second time comes right after.ā
True to his words, your jaw falls slack and your entire body seizes as Dazai thrusts into you, splitting you right open on his cock. The moan he lets out is pornographic, and you wish you could see the way his head falls back and his eyes roll into his skull, but your own vision is white and youāre choking over a sob as you feel the familiar stretch of his cock against your walls.
āThere you are.ā Dazai has the nerve to let out a breathless laugh and another groan as he stills with his hips flush to your ass, feeling your walls spasm around him as you cum just from the feeling of him pushing inside of you. The hand he has placed between your shoulder blades slides up to curl around your throat. With a firm grip, he pulls you up so only your thighs are pressed against the edge of your desk, back flush to his chest as you gasp, reeling from the suddenness of your second orgasm. You can feel him smile as he nudges his nose against the side of your head, lips pressed to your ear. āThe third time takes a bit after the second, but Iāll fuck you through it. Maybe a fourth too.ā
āDazai,ā you gasp, eyes blown wide as your head falls back against his shoulder. You donāt know what youāre trying to say, maybe hold on, or wait, because you know youāll embarrass yourself if he doesnāt give you a second to recover.
He hums in response, and the slow rolls of his hips, the drag of his cock against your walls, it has your head in the clouds, body trembling. Your lips part to speak but no words leave them, and right when you think you can finally force the words out, Dazai draws his hips back and snaps them back against yours hard. Your lips part in a silent moan, only the hand around your throat and the one pressed to your lower belly holds you up as Dazai fucks you at a brutal pace.Ā
His face drops to the crook of your neck, he moans into your skin, teeth scraping hard as he kisses recklessly up and down every available inch. Heās going to leave marks, you realize, and thatās dangerous now that youāre back in Yokohama because you donāt need any of the other executives to get suspicious, but even if you wanted to tell him not to, you donāt think youād be able to. Whatever little coherency you had left in your thought process does not translate when you try to speak, the only things leaving your lips being shaky moans and gasps of Dazaiās name.
āMade for me,ā Dazai groans. His grip on your throat tightens just enough to make the air you breathe in shallow, your head feels light and youāre not sure if itās because of his grip or if itās the feeling of his cock bullying so deep into you that you can feel his tip pressing up against your cervix. āWaited so many years for this, feels even better than I remember, pussyās made for me, isnāt it?ā
Dazai babbles into your ear as he fucks you, tongue just as filthy and unbridled as the day he left. Shameless. Heās so shameless. Doesnāt even care that anyone could walk into your office and catch the two of you; doesnāt care that if anyone does, heāll end up executed. Heās fucking you in a building full of people that want him dead and all he cares about is how your cunt feels wrapped around his cock.
Your breath hitches as Dazai shifts you to bend over just a little more, still keeping your back flush to his chest but fucking you at a new angleāone that nearly sends you spiraling over the edge for a third time.Ā
āGonna give me your third now?ā he pants. His hand on your lower stomach slips down, lithe fingers dipping between your folds to search for your clitāyour back arches against him when he finds it, a sob spilling from your lips, vision swimming with tears. Dazai laughs again, this one is strained, catching over a moan as your walls convulse around him. āOh, fuck. Fuck, youāre so tight.āĀ
Unconsciously, his grip on your throat tightens, cutting off even more air. You can hardly breathe, you can hardly thinkāeach thrust of his hips has your head spinning, ripping the little air you can inhale right out of your lungs. The tip of his cock rubs against that spongy spot inside of you every time he snaps his hips against yours, the quick circles he rubs on your clit are electrifying.Ā
Your cheeks are wet, breath ragged, vision spotty. One last thrust, one last circle, and youāre wrecked, sobbing out his name as your legs give out, only held up by the way he has your thighs pinned to your desk and his hand on your neck. You cum all over his cock so hard that you think you black out for a second, your mind fuzzy and pins and needles pricking all over your body.
Dazai doesnāt stop. He fucks you through your third orgasm, relishing in the way your body twitches and trembles, too sensitive for his touch.Ā
āYour fourth will come quick,ā he gasps. His pace is erratic now, chasing his own release. Your ears are ringing, heartbeat thudding in your ears, the wet, sloppy sound of his cock driving in and out of you resounding through your office. āI donāt think Iāll last for five. Shit, shit, Iām close.ā
You have to force yourself to move. You want to see him when he finishes. Your hand wraps around his wrist, nails digging into his skin to try to get his attention. It takes all of your will power to push the two words from your lips: āFlip me.ā
He does. Without any sort of hesitation, his hand drops from your throat to your waist. His cock slips out of you for a split second and your cunt aches at the loss, but Dazai is immediately pushing himself back into you as he hoists you up by the thighs, sitting you down on your desk and wrapping your legs around his waist.Ā
Even through your blurry vision, Dazai is a fucking sight. His dark hair is matted to his forehead, pink lips swollen and wet, cheeks flushed. His eyes glazed over and half rolled back as he chases his high. God, heās stunning. Youāve missed him. Youāve missed him.
Youāre not thinking as you lift your hand to cup his cheek, sliding around to the back of his head to pull his face down to yours, moving on pure instinct. You drag him down to press your lips against his and Dazai is gone. The moment your lips touch his, heās moaning into your mouth, hips stuttering against you as he spills his cum deep inside of you, and heās right, because the moment you feel his cum filling you up, warm and thick, so much of it that you can feel it dribbling around his cock, the stickiness smearing against your thighs and ruining your desk, youāre pushed over the edge for the fourth time.
This one is weaker than the rest, not a single noise escapes you but your jaw goes slack and Dazai whimpers into your mouth when he feels your walls tightening around him again. But he takes advantage of your pliancy, pushing you back gently so that your back is flush to your desk. He follows you down, keeping his chest pressed to yours as he maps out your mouth with his tongue. He rolls his hips against yours, slow and deep, fucking his cum deeper into you as the two of you slowly come down from your highs. He slants his lips against yours to deepen the kiss, hand coming up to cup your cheek, his other sliding up and down one of your thighs.Ā
Itās too intimate. You tell yourself that you only let it happen because youāre reeling from overstimulation but you know it's a lie.
You donāt even know how long you stay in that position with him. It could only be a few seconds, a few minutes, it couldāve been an hour for all you know, laying on your desk with him pressed on top of you, kissing you so passionately that it makes your head spin as much as the orgasms did.Ā
Finally, you press your hand against his shoulder, signaling for him to get off of you. He does, albeit with a reluctant sigh. You stare up at the ceiling as Dazai shakily rebuttons his pants, making his way over to the closet where you still keep your spare clothes from when you have to stay over at the office to work.Ā
What did you do?
Youāre hyper aware of how swollen your lips are, of the marks littering your neck, of the cum dribbling out of your cunt, staining your desk.Ā
If anyone finds out about this-
You donāt get to finish the thought, because Dazai comes back over to you. Neither of you speak as he takes a tissue to clean up his cum from your thighs and as it dribbles out of you, nor do you speak when he shifts you into a sitting position, helping you pull on a new pair of panties and a new pair of slacks.
He stands in front of you, dozens of indecipherable emotions rocketing across his face as his dark eyes search your expression for something. You donāt know what, and you donāt even want to look at him but you canāt draw your gaze away from him.
After what feels like forever, he finally speaks.
āI missed you,ā he says, voice hoarse as he lifts a hand to cup your cheek.Ā
You turn away from his touch, ignoring the hurt that flashes through his eyes.Ā
āWhy donāt you believe me? You think four years has changed how I feel about you? I thought you knew me better than that.ā
āItās been four years,ā you say, and you hate that your voice wavers a bit. You blame it on still being hazy after your orgasm but you know itās a weak excuse. You hate that he still has this effect on you after all these years. You hate that you always give into him, and you hate that you know youāll never get enough of him. You want to hate him, but you canāt. āKnowing how to fuck me isnāt the same as knowing me as a person. I barely know you anymore. You barely know me. And itās not like you were open with how you felt four years ago. So, forgive me if itās a bit hard to believe, Dazai.ā
āYou wear the same perfume. You still shoot with your non-dominant hand for some god forsaken reason. Your lips still twitch whenever you get annoyed even though you do your best to stop it. You-ā
āStop.ā
āYou still talk to me like you hate me even though your eyes are all soft and youāre leaning in toward me.ā Dazai doesnāt stop, and to your horror, heās rightāyou had begun to lean in to him instinctively as he spoke. You try to shift away from him, but he follows, fingers grazing your cheek, chest brushing yours. You donāt pull away this time. āI still wear the same cologne you bought me for my sixteenth birthday because it reminds me of youāI spent two months trying to figure out where you bought it when it first ran out. I donāt carry a gun around as often, but when I do, I still try to do that stupid flipping trick you tried to teach me when we were seventeenāI still canāt do it, almost shot myself in the knee last time I tried.ā
The laugh he lets out at the last sentence is hollow. He hesitates, as if he wants to continue but isnāt sure if he should. You can feel his blunt nails scraping gently against your skin, his palm warm against your cheek. You want to pull away but youāve missed him, no matter how much you try to convince yourself otherwise, and you find yourself sinking into his touch. Youāve always questioned why Mori sent you away for so long, angry because you figured he thought you were weak when it comes to Dazai and he didnāt want to risk anything.Ā
Only a few days back in Yokohama, and youāre already proving him right.
āIām not the same person,ā you tell him, something desperate edges at your tone. Desperate to convince him, or yourself, youāre not sure.
āI still love you,ā he rasps, voice quiet as if heās scared to admit it even to himself, and your heart is suddenly lodged in your throat as you stare up at him with wide eyes, the words he refused to tell you back when you were teens ringing through your head over and over again. āIāve always loved you. Thought about you every day. I missed you so much.ā
āI should hate you,ā you say, swallowing thickly, unshed tears blurring your vision. āYou didnāt even say goodbye. When Mori said you defected in the middle of a mission, I laughed in his face. Not because I didnāt think youād never betray the Port Mafia, but because I didnāt think youād ever leave me without saying anything.ā
āIf I said goodbye to you, I never would have left,ā Dazai tells you quietly, the admission echoing in your years. āAnd I had to leave. I had to.ā
āI should hate you,ā you repeat, voice a bit weaker now, and you feel pathetic for falling apart like this in front of him. But itās Dazai, heās always had this effect over you. You suppose some things havenāt changed, because that certainly hasnāt.Ā
āI know,ā he murmurs.Ā
You inhale deeply, shaking your head as you push yourself off your desk and straighten out your clothes, trying to get your head back on straight. You shouldāve known better than to think youād be able to come back to Yokohama and pretend that Dazai Osamu didnāt exist, for better or for worse, the two of you would always find your way back to each other. Mori was right to send you away, although you suppose the man is rarely wrong anyway.
Dazai doesnāt say anything, watching you with an unreadable expression as you search through the ruined piles of paper on your desk for the report that Akutagawa had handed you. Your eye twitches when you realize that itās stained, realizing that youāre going to have to rewrite the whole thing because you canāt submit a cum-stained report to Mori.
Dazai snorts behind you, as if realizing your predicament. The look you give him is lethal, he silences himself quickly.Ā
āDonāt get yourself killed on the way out,ā you tell him, grabbing your black jacket off your chair and swinging it over your shoulders as you look back at him. āIf you make it out of here alive, Iāll see you at my apartment later. Then we can talk.ā
His face twists. āWhat? Wait, donāt leave me here,ā he panics, nearly tripping over his feet and your desk chair to follow after you. āHelp me sneak out.ā
āYou got in here yourself,ā you say dismissively. āGet out yourself.ā
The noise he lets out is pathetic. āYou do hate me,ā he accuses.Ā
āNo, I could never,ā you admit quietly. His expression softens a bit, but you give him a sharp smile. āBut Iām definitely not going to make things easy for you. Akutagawa is still out here prowling around. So is Chuuya, actually. Said heād be at the office all night today. Good luck, youāre gonna need it.ā
DAZAI would suddenly drag you and pull you into an empty alley. Removing your pants and undergarments before thrusting into you from behind with no lube or prep at all. Pulling onto your hair and degrading you, telling you to keep quiet. It doesn't matter where you both were; he would make you ride him in a public restroom, bend you over in the agency's storage room, eat you out in his car.
"fuck you're so tight.. you like this don't you-? Pulling such a stunt with Chuuya of all people in front of me... hahh... Aren't you just a little whore begging for my attention" as you were about to come, he pulled out of you and zipped back his pants, "we'll continue this later, and don't even try to touch yourselfā if you do then I'll punish you twice" he gave his mischievous grin before acting like nothing had happened. Once he actually fucks you, he would tie you, edge you, and use toys on you; continuing until you pass out or when your voice is gone from screaming out his name, knowing full well that you won't be able to walk tomorrow.
JOUNO wouldn't fuck you as a sign that you were his, but as a punishment. Once he notices that you're trying to make him jealous on purpose, you are in for a long ride. Pussy slapping and spanking is definitely his thing, and he makes you count it, if you lost count you both will start over. He would most likely humiliate you, turn the vibrator on your clit to the highest setting when he sees you talk to someone. He would edge you only to overstimulate you right after, wanting to hear your begging.
"trying to make me jealous like a slut? Now let me ask you, who can fuck you this good hmm?" he groaned into your ear, every thrust hitting your g-spot, sending you closer to the edge. After pulling out of you, he'd slap your clit countless times, "don't whine now sweetheart, since you acted like a desperate whore, you'll get treated like one m'kay?" He groaned into your ear, his voice barely above a whisper, as he pulled on your hair harshly, thrusting back into you.
āI don't really believe in this day but Happy Valentine's, darlingā
ft. Jouno x hunting dogs! Reader
Prompt: Never did you expect a āhappy valentine'sā from someone, but never in a million years did you expect it to come from your so-called āfriendā
a/n: This prompt actually came from what my "friend" (crushiee) told me on valentine's day. This is just a short fic probably a drabble.
The 14th of February was the day you hated whatever you and Jouno had gong on. As you went to work and passed a small park, you could see couples having a picnic, one man even proposed and she said yes, heart decorations, roses and flowers are seen everywhere you go, at the train, most people were holding flowers and heart-shaped chocolate; it was an eyesore. Upon arriving at work, you thought it couldn't get any worse but never could you have been more wrong...
"What a great pair you and Tachihara are... One's absent for a date and the other one's late" Jouno tched as he passed by, his voice laced with annoyance.
"Piss off." you said slamming your bag on your desk, and sitting down.
He raised en eyebrow wanting to respond to your remark but he decided to let it go, something he rarely does.
Hours passed like minutes, and nothing relevant had happened during lunch āonly more paperwork to do mainly because of your stupid partner who had gone to a dateā so you continued to work until late night. Your co-workers started to leave one by one until it was only you left alone in the office, or that was what you thought.
The lonely sound of the ticking clock annoyed you, especially since it echoed through the office. Finally deciding to take a quick rest, you took your coffee mug and went to refill it in the kitchen. As you were about to leave, only then did you notice Jouno who was leaning on the door frame for God knows how long.
"How's your valentine's been darling?" his voice coated with amusement.
A soft sigh escaped your lips before speaking up, "bad, worse even" you set down your mug on the table, noticing how late it was... Afterwards was silence, you could only wait for Jouno to break it.
"What time is it?" He stopped leaning against the door frame, taking quiet steps toward you.
"23:46" you replied with a mutter, noticing how he leaned against the counter, pining and looming over your figure.
The two of you stayed like that for a while, he then brought his lips to your cheek, almost to your lips, and he kissed you. You felt yourself wanting to melt in his embrace, and savour this very moment. His lips parted from your lips and whispered in your ear, āI don't really believe in this day but Happy Valentine's darlingā.
You rested your head on his shoulder, and mumbled "Happy Valentine's day, love"
"It's quite late now, do you want me to drive you home?" he asked, pulling you closer by your waist.
"You go first, I still have some paperwork to finish" you leaned on his chest for a bit, seeking the warmth he always offers you.
It took him a few minutes before muttering a quiet "okay" in response, before going to his office, saying he had to get some things. Later on, you went back to your office and did more of the paperwork you were assigned to. Before you knew it, your eyes fluttered shut and you were sleeping.
You wore woken up by the bright sunlight from the windows, in the warm embrace of an overcoat with the most familiar scent. Sitting up, you are surprised to find a bouquet of your favorite flowers on your side with a small handwritten note attached to it: āI apologize for being late, I will always love you darlingā Saigikuā. A gentle smile made it's way to your lips as you inhaled the scent of the beautiful flowers.
How the BSD men realized that they're in love with you
ft. Chuuya, Kunikida, Nikolai x co-worker! Reader
a/n: happy valentine's and confession day! Please support my fluffruary!!
Nakahara Chuuya
ā§ Chuuya would be someone who will admire you from afar.
ā§ Every single one of his close friends would notice his concern for you, his soft spot for you, how he would always smile with you, and of course, how much he likesā no loves you.
ā§ Even his subordinates see it, seeing how much he cares for you on mission, yet the only ones who were blind enough to not notice were him and you.
ā§ Koyou brought it up while they were drinking, but he refused to acknowledge it, it was only normal to care for a close friend... right?
ā§ After that night it bothered him every single day to a point where he noticed things that he had never before like how:
- his heart always fluttered when you were near
- his fists clenched tight when someone was flirting w/ you
- his heart ached when he sees you smiling at someone
- his breath fell short when you were close
- his face became red when you showed worry towards him
ā§ Maybe he does love you, he slowly started to accept that fact, but he couldn't have you.
ā§ He thinks that you're someone who deserves to be with someone better.
ā§ However he doesn't think that someone is and can be better than him in terms of loving you.
ā§ So he will continue admire you from afar, maybeā no, hopefully he would be able to confess someday and you would reciprocate the feelings that he held for you and only you.
Kunikida Doppo
ā§ Kunikida is someone who will be too oblivious and in denial of his liking towards you.
ā§ When Yosano brought up the possibility he quickly dismissed it as an absurd thing, ridiculous even.
ā§ But that night he couldn't even sleep, the thought that he may be in love with you filled his mind.
ā§ In the end, he dismissed it as Yosano just trying to tease him.
ā§ He reasoned to himself that you are too far from his ideal spouse.
ā§ It bothered him, too much to say the least, and it came to a point where his asked his infamous womanizing partner, Dazai for advice.
ā§ Yet his co worker's advice didn't help, or perhaps he refused to admit that fact.
ā§ His so called "care" for you is only a disliking towards what happened towards you, that's what he told himself over and over.
ā§ But Kunikida is the type to avoid the matter, he would refuse to admit it because that loving or even liking you is like stomping on the ideals he had set for himself.
ā§ Maybe one say, he'll realize it but that will certainly be far from now.
Nikolai Gogol
ā§ I feel like he knew it, from the very first second you opened up to each other, you occupied his mind.
ā§ He would see love as both a key and a shackle.
ā§ He'd think of it as a joke at first, a simple prank orchestrated by his heart.
ā§ But little by little, he'll think of it as a problem to his future self, wanting to enjoy the things he felt while it lasts.
ā§ He would start by looking over you everyday, giving small greetings and "how are you"s.
ā§ Then as time passed he would start sending you fresh flowers weekly along with short hand-written messages.
ā§ It would continue for ages until he decides to finally confess.
āLook at this! It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life!ā
ft. Tecchuo x gn! reader
Request: Aaaaaaahhh, I love you last post with tecchou and I really need to request this. Imagine she screams in surprise and says "look at this, it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my lifeā and when she shows him her phone is a photo of him that she took seconds before without him noticing.
a/n: I was gonna post this on valentine's but I forgot.. whoops...
It was a cool spring holiday spent with your boyfriend. The two of you were in the couch doing your own things, he was reading a cookbook; while you let yourself melt in the warmth of his embrace with your head resting on his lap as he sat. A few pecks and words of affirmation along with sweet touches were exchanged between you and him. Afterwards, Tecchuo went back to his book while you scrolled through social media, and hours passed like minutes. You stole a few glances and only then could you realize his charming features; the orange sunset shone upon his black hair, his soft plush lips was drawn into a thin line, his dreamy black orbs focused on his book as his eyes reflected the sunset. The warmth of the sun was yours and his to share, and you felt yourself let out a soft exhale as you admired him. Before he could notice your gaze on his, you looked back to your phone and opened your camera. A soft smile made its way to your lips as you snapped a photo of him in the same position as earlier, a soft but quiet laugh escaped your lips after noticing the determination in his eyes. You felt him glance at you before returning his gaze back to his book, then an idea popped up in your mind.
Letting out an loud gasp you jumped up in excitement and turned to him with sparkling eyes, his attention now drawn to you. His quite surprised eyes met your excited ones and you smiled brightly at him.
"Hiro, look at this! It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life!" With that, you showed the picture you took of him from a few moments ago and he stared at it blankly before looking at you again, the same soft smile still on your lips with your slightly pink cheeks and ears..
1...2...3... Three whole seconds passed by before he finally processed what you had meant, his cheek and ears covered by a shade of red while he refused to meet your gaze. A laugh escaped your lips, finding his reaction adorable; he took a look at you before a the ends of his lips slightly curved upwards, he used his book to cover his face flushed in embarrassment. A few moments passed before he looked at you, your head back into his lap.
"I'm not a thing..." he mumbled so quietly that made you laugh.
"Haha... Of course not! You're my love, my one and only" you gave him a wide smile that reached your cheeks before letting out a chuckle at his flustered face.
You stopped laughing, with only a grin left on your face while he was not as flustered as before. There weren't that many words exchanged between the two of you, only smiles and pink cheeks were left on both of your faces. Even though there weren't any fancy dates, picnics or anything romantic, these simple moments with him are something you will always cherish.
sweets/spicy/savory? ā savory, i've got to be in the mood for spicy and sweet food. but i'm always down for some ice cream or fruit smoothie or an ice blend smoothie tbh.
relationship status? ā gojo
current obsession? ā gojo n geto ai voice singing that one reggaeton champagne
the last thing i googled? ā believe it or not it was benimaru shinmon from fire force lmao
kaiii, thank you for the tag! these are so fun sksjks, no pressure for the people i'm tagging <33
tags : @diviennelaw @ryomein @jjkwritingss @giannitaa + anyone else who wants to do it ^^
HAI BABEE!!! tysm for the tag, srry i saw this so lateeee lmaooo
last song: fuck by snowife
favorite color/colors: purple AND red<3 but like a cherry lipstick red!!
currently watching/rewatching lol: bsd, jjk, scott pilgrim & uhm youtube?? lol
sweet/spicy/savory: cannot handle spice for the life of me, lmao, so savory<3
relationship: married!!! (lol) @justcallmesakira <3 (pov when you met the most sweetest person online and will do anything for them so you married em<3)
current obbession: uhhh dazai...dazai...dazai...bsd...dazais trenchcoat...dazais eyes....dazais bandages...dazais dic-
last thing i searched up: okay so i was curious so don't you dare call me out for this; but "dazai minecraft skin download" .... šš«¶
taggies; sorry if ur already tagged lmao: @atsquie @riiwrites @honeydazai-main @why-am-i-here101 @darling--angst @iisowks @yasu-masashige @chuuyrr @osaemu + any1 else!!!
Sorry whatās wrong with you, Do you have no shame? Especially to a person like silver?? Any person???? Please fucking find the correct words before even fucking saying anything out of that disgusting mouth of yours. Ever heard of respect? I donāt think so. Please kindly get some goddamn help.
sorry for my language, but I will not see my friend get fycking harassed <3 And please before saying anything on that internet be consentful!!!
Bish wth....ok first off to this person, fuck off, piss off, mind your own business because who the FUCK do you think you are LITERALLY harassing someone on their OWN FUCKING BLOG?? I hope your lover is disappointed in you if you even have one with that shitty, crappy, disgusting attitude of yours.
Forgive me for my rudeness to suddenly barge in the reblogs with my language...
I don't have an OC... Gues who I did then, HASUIEHASUIEHAS
It looks NOTHING like Isaac and Arthur... But it was supposed to be them, HASIUEHASIUEHSAIUEHA HELP. There wasn't a hair that matched Isaac's, that's sad...
their ability is "a rose without thorns" ;she has a rose stabbed in their right eye, however i didnt think it would be an option and i was correct lol!!
their also 17 years old and is in the port mafia; okay imma shut up now :[
Aww thank you for the tag <333 btw this is me answering from my now main blog but previously side blog :)
Me and my one of many bsd ocs
Her name's.... Something I haven't decided on yet.. her ability is "Shadows amidst the dark" which allows her to teleport to any place that she marked within like a 10 km radius, and to use shadows as like the 4th dimension or smth... these shadows that she use take on the form of thin black-like smoke.
She works under Yukito Ayatsuji in the Special Division for Unusual Powers. AND SHE DESPISES HIM
