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chuuya enthusiast

[gothichu]

✿　 ―　OVERSTIMULATED

ft. dazai osamu + chuuya nakahara (separate) ― content ; they overstimulate you and are extremely smug about it but i mean who can blame them right. ― warnings ; smut, afab, fem terms and anatomy, my cringe writing

◠　dazai

“come on bella give me one more” he whispered with that stupid grin on his face and god you wish you could wipe it clean if only you had any control over your senses. words became blabbering messes before you even realised it as you gripped his bandaged arm, nails digging slightly into the flesh while his knee kept your thighs prying open for what felt like hours now.

you honestly lost count of your orgasms after the third? or maybe fourth? it makes no difference when dazai’s fingers never stopped their ruthless ministrations against your aching clit.

it was supposed to be a romantic and oh so wholesome dinner but yet one wrong stare from the server against the room and suddenly you found yourself pressed against the bathroom sink with dazai’s slender and familiar fingers knuckles deep into your aching hole

“are we done yet ?“ you mumble incoherently against the mirror behind you, eyes clenched shut and legs quivering against dazai’s hands. you could feel your back arching off the marbled surface as you were approaching your probably sixth orgasm of the night.

“just one more baby…you can do that for me can’t you?” if his voice wasn’t smooth like honey right now you could see yourself sprinting off that counter but god he had you in a chokehold, he was so good and he felt like sin- but you were ready to indulge in whatever dazai was so proudly.

and then your vision flickered white as you let out a shaky moan while clenching against dazai’s fingers, waves of pleasure rushing through you as your thighs shook against the counter and you felt yourself pressed against the familiar surface of his chest.

“good girl bella- all mine and only mine” his words contrasted the gentle brush of his fingers through your hair but you were too spent to even acknowledge your own existence.

◠　chuuya

the sheets were sticking to both of your skins by now as your nails continued to dig into the satin while soft pants echo in the room.

between your lithe figure and the hard mattress underneath you peeked a bright flash of orange hair, prettily propped in between your soft thighs.

"im close...god im close" whimper like messes continued to leave your lips, music to chuuya's ears as he continued to work on you. whether it was his agile fingers continuously hitting that mushy spot in you or whether it was the long drags of his tongue against your clit, it was making your mind blank and thighs shake as you arched your back off the bed.

"yeah doll you wanna make a mess all over my fingers mm? my face maybe.." he whispered tauntingly against you as you looked away in embarrassment.

his bright orbs never left yours tho, peering up from between your legs as slick coated his chin and his hair sat messily atop of his head from your constant tagging - but god he looked breath-taking and your eyes always settled back upon him.

your lithe fingers grabbed at his upper back as your thighs clenched around his neck and he could feel you nearing your orgasm. his pretty girl never let him down how could she.

"c-chuuya oh my god oh my god" your breathy chants filled the room as both of you stared blankly at each other the moment a wave of pleasure hit chuuya's face.

"did you just squirt on me?" he asked as he instinctively pulled you closer and you could see his hands fumbling with his belt buckle - "do that again for me will you ? "

and his cooed words were the last thing you remembered from that night.

[gothichu]

✿　 ―　CRAVING WARMTH

ft. chuuya nakahara ― ; chuuya rarely gets time to spend time with you due to the demanding nature of being an executive but when he gets a rare day off he adores spending it tangled in bed with you ― warnings ; fluff, crack and just a sweet drabble

the nature of his job rarely allowed chuuya to actually spend quality time with you, at least the way he so wholeheartedly desired.

he wished to cradle you in his arms until the sun peeked through the curtains and press soft kisses against your skin while he ran his fingers through your messy hair.

he wished to see your eyelids flutter open in the morning as you giggle at his figure looming over you and lean towards him to press a soft peck against his lips that leaves him in temporary shock before he lunges at you and pins you against the sheets playfully.

he craved the raw version of you that kept getting stolen from him every morning when that alarm rang too early or every night he barely made it to bed or home at all.

yet when the odd days hit where mori allows him one single day off - he never tells you about it, he would much rather see your expression of awe once you open your eyes and instead of his cold pillow, see and feel his warm body beneath your hands.

" i was beginning to think you would never wake up again " chuuya whispered against you while you roll around on the bed and eye the alarm clock against the nightstand before you slowly turn towards him with narrowed eyes.

"it's almost as if its 5 am- " you mumble sarcastically as you lightly push your pillow against chuuya, mimicking a pillow fight.

"sorry doll i'm not used to sleeping in like some of us" he throws the remark slyly before you both burst in a fit of laughter.

[gothichu]

✿　 ―　 " NO I COULDN'T HELP BUT FALL "

ft. dazai osamu ― content; you and dazai have been co workers for a while now and the usual flirty and warm nature seems to shift into icy cold ignorance one random day, leaving you ponder on what could have went wrong and leaving a wild dazai who cannot ever deal with his emotions in normal ways. ― warnings ; fem reader , slightly suggestive

it really isn't easy to admit to yourself that you may actually enjoy someone's company more than you would like to admit.

coming from a world where solitude was a well known friend and interactions were fleeting, it scared dazai shitless to even dare and consider the possibility that he may feel a lot more towards you than your average co workers setting.

he cannot comprehend when this happened or when he started seeing you as more and that frustrated him because he was always the one in control and now he could not even control his own feelings.

was it when he subtly noticed your coffee order and seemed to always get it right when bringing it to you ? was it when he memorised your schedule and when he might catch you at different places ?

was it when he actually sat down and did his work upon your scolding ? maybe it was the countless nights he woke up with sweat sticking to his skin, memories of a lithe body under him and a terrible need of a cold shower, or maybe two.

but no, these things happen and maybe they are all sick coincidences, truly sick I mean not even the devil could put these thoughts in his head but he felt like he was suffocating.

yet when the coffee runs became a routine, and he eagerly waited to find you in your usual spots, or when he actually did his work before yours or kunikida's scolding, hell that lithe form in his countless dreams seemed to have a much clearer face now and damn him if that wasn't you.

so he was fucked. simply putting it, dazai was screwed.

he never did feelings, it was the most foreign concept of it all, two people aching after each other in ways that were not just lust seemed to baffle him. but then why did his chest hurt and his gaze wavered when he chose to push you away and cut you out of his life.

why did it hurt so much to see you smile around other members with that same sweet smile which seemed so solely his. why did his throat feel like it was closing up every time he looked down at your cheerful face as you greeted him so sweetly and he simply turned away from you.

he felt like the worst human to ever exist watching that smile of yours drop and bottom lip quiver in worry and he knew you were not okay but he wasn't even fine himself, he was the furthest thing away from fine.

you were like a tidal wave and dazai was engulfed by you at every step. being in the same room with you was hell, sharing a meeting with you was awful, watching the coffee he bought for you for the 3rd time this week while telling himself he wont getting cold on his desk again and again.

but then when fate seemed to bring you both locked in that stupid utility closet which he swore he would fix, fingers digging in his palm as he pushes at the door and undoubtedly, without even needing to confirm it, big orbs and a frown looking up at him from behind.

"you would rather talk to the fucking wall than acknowledge i am in the same room wouldn't you..?" you croak out sharply.

"i have no idea what you're talking about" the hollow voice ringed through the tight space, almost unfamiliar to you now.

while you unconsciously found yourself stepping closer to him, you can see his frame freeze.

"nothing my ass, you act like i have the plague and that...that is low even for you."

"look- [name] just mind your own business, think of ways to get out of here and continue your life." he says, still refusing to face you.

dazai could feel himself crumbling, your words chipping away at the wall around his heart once more - just why did you have to be so insistent. it was maddening.

"look me in the eyes and say that-" your voice weavers out, shakier than you intended. "face me and tell me that you want nothing to do with me, and i swear i will leave you alone." he knew that the last thing he wanted right now was face you, see the huge disappointment in your eyes or your trembling chin as you fought for your own sense of justice. he did not know if that sight would make him want to cower in shame or press himself against you and capture your soft lips.

"i cannot look at you." he spits out sharply.

"you owe me that much, hell you owe it to yourself to not be a fucking monster. no one acts the way we do- or well did and then wakes up one morning and ices the other out." "that's cruel dazai." you whisper, the last part mostly to yourself than to him.

you were the sweetest thing ever, the most constant in his life and he could feel his knees growing weak as you continued to push the matter.

"[name] i don't trust myself around you right now, i am on the brink of doing shit we would both regret so much, so much that you would hate me for it." he rambles on as he finally turns around and looks at you.

"you would hate me if you knew how much i want to wrap you in my arms and never let you go, or how hard it is to not kiss you senseless every time i see you."

"dazai-" you start but he cuts you off far too quickly.

"being around you is suffocating, you make me lose sense of my being and you make me want to tie you to my bedpost and never ever let you go again and damn me if i don't fucking lov-" and he mentally facepalmed himself as his lips pressed into a thin line and he took a shaky step behind, colliding with the door behind him.

yet his breath got cut short as your hands grasped at his collar and he finds his face inches away from yours, noses brushing against each other as he melts into your touch.

"bella" he whispers out as your lips collide with his and your fingers grasp at his back in franticness. bundles of flesh roaming around each other as dazai's arms finally found your chin and god he swears his airways might close just now.

sharply interrupted by the door behind his back suddenly shifting, he groans into the kiss and stumbles behind, ears perking up at the familiar voice.

"i told you these two were slacking again." kunikida's voice echoes in the small space as you both cannot help but chuckle and step into the hallway.

⠀ ⏝ི✿ ⠀a/n ; god i am so sorry for this lengthy piece of work, i genuinely just got carried away and had sooo much fun with it, hopefully you all enjoy it as well.

[gothichu]

꣑୧﹒ ⠀ !𝓑F Dazai hcs ⠀ ‎ ◠　　`

SFW

boyfriend dazai who always finds himself admiring you, whether it would be as you sat and worked at your desk or performing any mundane task - his eyes always seemed to linger over his pretty girl.

boyfriend dazai who's arms always rest atop of your lower back, nudging you ahead of him when walking through the ada halls, subtle hints that you are his.

boyfriend dazai who squeezes your thigh or wavers his hand over your skin as a way to comfort you but also feel anchored to you - oh your leg bounces a bit too anxiously under the desk, prepare to see his slender digits rub circles against your thigh.

boyfriend dazai who can feel his chest tighten as he looks down and sees you stare up at him while he unconsciously lifts a hand to brush a strand of hair behind your ear and he just sits - mesmerised and wondering what he could have ever done to deserve you.

boyfriend dazai who definitely annoys you at work, refusing to do his own paperwork. Purposely knocking over a cup on your desk or "accidentally" blowing a stack of papers off your desk. In all honesty, he just loves your attention and he would be lying if he said he didn't love the little frown between your eyebrows as you try to act pissed at him.

boyfriend dazai who loves coming home after a long day of work and slump on the couch with you wrapped in his arms as he wraps a loose arm around your waist and whispers sweet nothings in your ear, maybe also to check if you really are pissed about his antics but chuckles to himself as he feels you melt in his touch.

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boyfriend dazai who loves wrapping his hand around your smaller wrists and pinning them above your head as he uses one hand to wrap your thigh around his waist while thrusting into you.

boyfriend dazai who also loves feeling your hands grab at his broad shoulders in ecstasy, especially if you dig your nails into the skin, leaving red marks as proof of the pleasure only he can give you.

boyfriend dazai who will gladly nudge himself in between your thighs no matter the location or time - whether it would be under your work desk as he pushes your chair back and lifts your skirt up or in the comfort of your own bed where his frame glides down your body and you feel warm hands grab and squeeze at flesh impatiently.

boyfriend dazai who previously grabs your thighs as a means to comfort you makes sure to also grab your thighs as a way to show you that you are doing so well, hands grabbing at your skin while you ride him into the headboard or while you wrap those same thighs against his shoulders.

boyfriend dazai who's guilty pleasure does involve pushing you to your knees as he swiftly slides his trousers off before grabbing the back of your head and guiding you against him. The sight alone is enough to make him pulse against you, i mean that is his pretty girl eager to worship him.

boyfriend dazai who definitely keeps a folder on his phone with the aftermath of each one of your sessions, claiming that they are his prized possession and clearly a way to relieve stress at unexpected times. Knowing about this often makes you be the one that quickly slides into the bathroom stall, making sure to surprise him with plenty of pictures before rushing back to your desk and patting down your skirt, smiling at him from across the room.

⠀ ⏝ི✿ ⠀a/n ; hiyaa i am sorry if these got a bit lengthy or just a bunch of rambles, i am still new at writing but thank you for the support on my chuuya hcs <3

[gothichu]

꣑୧﹒ ⠀!𝓑F Chuuya hcs ⠀ ‎ ◠　　`

SFW

boyfriend chuuya who comes home from work after days long missions to find you sleeping soundly in your shared bed, arms wrapped around his pillow to hang on to his scent as his shirt hugs your body and god he might just swear he fell in love again.

boyfriend chuuya who plans fancy dates at over the top restaurants so he gets to treat you to the fanciest and most luxurious dinners that always leave you speechless. He thinks you deserve the world and he’d give you it if he could.

boyfriend chuuya who’s hand finds itself subtlety wrapping around your waist the moment you two walk through the port mafia halls and some lowlife has the audacity to stare you down as if you’re a piece of meat. No one should dare to interfere with what’s chuuya’s but when it comes to you? god bless anyone that even dreamt of being close to you.

boyfriend chuuya who swore his breath might have just been taken away the moment you enter the living room ready for an undercover mission wearing a small dress that accentuates your body making chuuya weak in his knees.

boyfriend chuuya who happens to walk past jewellery shops and always stop by to buy something for you since one of his love languages is undoubtedly gift giving.

boyfriend chuuya who is not the biggest fan of public affection but once the two of you get home he becomes starved for any bit of your attention, clinging to you as if you might disappear into thin air.

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boyfriend chuuya who can’t seem to focus on the stacks of never ending paperwork on his desk as his mind can only remember the way you wrapped yourself around him last night.

boyfriend chuuya who can feel his pants straining whenever he sees you wear any of his clothes, specifically his button up shirts when you don't bother wearing anything else underneath

boyfriend chuuya who encourages you to snap him a picture or two while he is away if he didn't already take the pictures himself before hand.

boyfriend chuuya who loves worshipping you, legs wrapped around his neck as he eats you out until he can feel your thighs shake and your words become blabbering messes.

boyfriend chuuya who knows how much you love his hands and uses that to his advantage, whether it would be fingers secretly rubbing against you under the table in a meeting or knuckle deep against his desk.

boyfriend chuuya who prioritises your pleasure over his but crumbles in a whiny mess the moment your lips wrap around him or you look up at him with your big eyes, smiling lightly before taking him in your mouth.