Please please please stop telling yourself that your favourite character wouldn't look at you twice, wouldn't like you, wouldn't love you. Because they would. They would. I don't care what your excuses or reasons are, stop it.
Stop saying those things about yourself, even as a joke. Actually, especially as a joke. Shit like that gets in your head - it's hard to feel good about yourself or even okay about yourself if someone is always being mean to you.
I'm willing to listen to myself on this one thing, and so should you.
Let yourself have this one thing, okay? You deserve it.
Your favourite character loves you. Yes, even if they kill everything and everyone. Yes, even if they're awful and deserve what happened to them. Yes, even if they're an irredeemable villain. Yes, even for whatever reason or excuse you're thinking of as you read this.
They. Love. You.
No questions, no hesitations.
Just love, and a great big squishy cuddle for the love of their life.
You ringed the bell and waited, with a pizza in your hand as you sigh. You didn’t get payed enough for this, but this was the best you could do at the moment. While you were rethinking your life choices, the door opened. A really handsome guy stood at the door, looking at the pizza then you and then down on the pizza again. You weren’t gonna lie, that guy was so pretty you kinda just stared at him.
“Uhm, here’s your pizza, sir.”, you asked the guy who was lightly smiling at you. “You’re really pretty for a pizza delivery,”, this just came out of nowhere but you appreciated it.
“Yeah, thanks. That would make seven dollars.”, you looked at him and gave a small smile. He was thinking about something and then spoke up. “It’s pretty late, how many do you have left?”, you just sighed and just straight up told him. “No, you’re my last.”
He smirked, thinking of something which kinda annoyed you. Couldn’t he just give you number and pay after? “You must be tired of delivering all day, you definitely deserve more than seven dollars.”, you were flattered that he was more considerate than your manager, then he continued to speak.
“How about I give you the tip? You can come inside and place the pizza somewhere.”
Well, turns out he wasn’t talking about the tip but rather about his tip, the tip being inside your hole. But were you complaining? “Feels good, right?”, seems like a tip is still a tip in the end of the day! A sudden spank was landed on your ass which whipped you back to reality. “I was askin’ you, pretty. Is the tip good?”, he asked again rather sheepishly. “Y–yes! Oh, shit—”, you moaned in response.
He was speeding up, saying nasty things to you while absolutely destroying you and your hole. “Delivering pizzas ain’t the only job you’re doing good at, is it? Taking me this good— fuck. .”, your head was in the pillow and your ass in the air, perfect position for some random dude you were supposed to be delivering to. “Such a slut, spreadin’ your legs so fast for a tip.”, your customer laughed. “Y–you were the— ngh— i–it was your idea to— ah!”, he thrusted really deep, interrupting you completely. “And who said you that you couldn’t deny this? So don’t try to blame me, baby.”, ‘baby’? You barely know this guy! But still, he has you moaning and clenching like someone he’s fucked multiple times before.
With the source of sound being your moans you weren’t really able to warn him about your upcoming orgasm. “Yeah, wanna cum? Wanna coat this tip in a pretty white? Hm? Shit—”, you cumming without any warning caused him to cum too, ropes of white cum being shot inside you. Breathing heavily, especially you since you needed to process what just happened, he giggled drunkenly.
Hi! I don't know if your busy with requests or not but I was wondering if you could do a breeding fic with Atsushi? Like if his tiger form went into heat but it also affects his regular human form and makes him super desperate and needy and it's basically a full night of sex between him and reader? Fem reader if you can please! Thanks for reading this!
𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕
𝙁𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Atsushi x fem!reader
𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨/𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙨: breeding, Atsushi in heat/rut, needy Atsushi, him coming untouched, oral, marking, multiple rounds
𝘼𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚
I got super excited when I saw this request haha, I was actually planning on writing something like this for him at some point. although, I wasn't really sure how to go about this but I hope it's good enough! Have fun reading :)
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It's around that time again. He's always dreaded it. It makes him groggy, moody, and worst of all, extremely horny.
Every 4-8 weeks, he goes into heat. He can already feel it affecting his body waking up this morning. And you know what's worse? He ran out of heat supressents.
He curses to himself at the realization. He probably would be able to manage it.. If it wasn't for you, His girlfriend.
The two of you work at the armed detective agency, going on missions together, eating lunch together, you basically spend the whole day with him. Usually, he can keep himself together, but it's way harder to do so when he hasn't taken his supressents.
..
It's now mid afternoon, it's been a pretty slow day. Your sitting across from him, working on paperwork that Kunikida assigned to the both of you.
He hasn't spoken to you once at all today, it's making you worried. Looking up from your work, your eyes lock onto his, he panics and quickly pretends he's doing his work.
Okay now your more concerned. Does he have a cold? Should he see a doctor? He looks like he's came down with something
He sits there fidgeting with his pen, looking lost in thought. And little did you know..
He was lost thinking about you.
His mind had completely wandered, not thinking about his work, but rather thinking of the things he could do to you.
He can see it so clearly in his mind, you on the bed, him on top, and his cock hammering into you as you moan and whimper for him. Your hole leaking his seed after multiple rounds.
He bites his lip and his grip on his pen tightens, he needs you. So, so badly, it hurts. His cock jumping in his pants at the thought.
"Atsushi? Are you alright?"
He's snapped out of his thoughts, flinching at your words. He looks up at you hesitantly.
"Um- y-yeah I'm fine. It's a bit hot in here is all" he nervously chuckles, tugging at his collar
Too hot? It's like.. 60 degrees? You cock your eyebrow, when all of a sudden.. It clicks.
"Atsushi, are you..?"
This kind of a thing isn't particularly new to you two, you know that he has these cycles. But he almost never asks for your help, insisting that you don't have to.
He stays silent for a few moments before he nods quietly. Avoiding eye contact with you.
Neither of you say anything at first, you open your mouth to insist on helping him, but he gets to it before you can
"I'm really sorry, I hate to ask you this. But can you help me later?" He rubs the back of his neck
Your eyes widen. He's never asked for your help with it.. Ever. And he's always refused it because he felt guilty about it. It must be really bad this time around.
You smile warmly at him as you feel a familiar warmth start to simmer into your lower stomach.
"Of course. Thought you'd never ask Atsushi."
..
Once the two of you arrive at his apartment, he's on you in an instant. After fumbling with his keys, he shoves you inside and pins you against the door, your back slamming against it with a loud bang, making you gasp.
He shoves his face into your shoulder and inhales your scent. "God, you smell amazing" he mutters before he bites your shoulder suddenly, making you flinch.
Sucking on the mark, he grinds his clothed cock against your hip, humping you like a dog. his tip leaking pre and dampening his pants.
"Need you so bad- need to breed you" he blurts out, then taking you to his bedroom.
Within a few seconds, he's on you again. His lips smash against yours as he backs you up into the bed. You reach your hand around and tangle it in his hair, pulling him closer to you, making him whimper.
He then moves to kiss the corner of your mouth, and moves down your jawline before sucking a hickey on your pulse point, you tilt your neck to give him more access.
He sucks a few more hickeys on your neck, laying his claim on you. He pulls back to lift off your shirt before doing the same with your bra, tossing them to the floor. He then climbs above you and lightly pushes you to lay down.
He latches his mouth on one of your breasts, swirling his tongue around it while his hand fondles the other, moaning in desperation, and making your back arch.
After doing the same to the other he kisses down your sternum till his lips meet above your waistband, he looks up at you, silently asking for your permission, you nod at him.
His teeth meets your waistband, peeling down your pants till they're at your knees before grabbing them with his hands and taking the rest off, doing the same with your panties.
He starts kissing up your thighs, leaving some hickeys here and there, all while maintaining eye contact.
Once he's face to face with your core, he presses his nose between your lips and inhales your scent, a satisfied moan leaving his lips.
He begins by licking a stripe up your vagina, then swirling his wet tongue around your clit, his spit coating your sensitive bud.
You thread your hand through his hair as your hips buck into his mouth while he continues to eat you out, letting out moans himself.
He then takes two of his slim fingers and slides them into your leaking, slick, hole, increasing the pleasure. you let out a choked whimper. He groans needily into your vagina, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure into you.
As you start reaching your peak, your noises become higher pitched, and so does his, the lewd noises of his tongue lapping at your vagina filling the room, getting sloppier by the second.
His cock leaks against his pants, seeping through and coating the mattress, his hips rutting into it, desperate for relief.
"Atsushi, im- I'm gonna-" is all you can manage out before your walls tighten and flutter around his fingers, he whimpers needily at the sight, the tip of his cock spurting out his first load of seed, soiling his pants even more.
The both of you pant, catching your breaths, he licks you clean before he sits back up and starts taking off his clothes, you notice the obvious stain in his pants.
"Did you just-"
His face flushes and he fumbles with his clothes, cutting you off by holding his palm up to you with a small "dont.", indicating he's too embarrassed to talk about it, which makes you giggle. You watch him take off his clothes, your eyes admiring his body. Once his clothes are off, he tosses them to sit with the rest of the discarded clothes.
His cock glistens with his release, he's still rock hard, and his tip a dark shade of pink, already leaking pre again.
He grabs your legs and spreads them, he presses his shaft to your folds and grinds against your clit. His head falling back as a soft groan escapes his lips.
"Can't take it anymore- I need to be inside you- please baby please-" he blurts out, he looks down at you, his eyebrows furrowed upwards, and a pleading look in his eyes.
"Take me Atsushi." You say softly, and that's all he needs before he presses his head to your entrance, then slamming himself inside of you, making you gasp.
Barely giving you time to adjust, he starts thrusting at a fast pace, his thighs meeting yours with every snap of his hips.
He then grabs your ankles and pushes your legs up, spreading you further, and angling his hips to hit deeper into you, making you see stars.
"Gonna- gonna fill you up- make you so full- mmh-!" He whimpers.
He presses you into a mate press, your legs around his shoulders as your hands fist at the sheets, his balls lewdly slapping against your perineum.
His hips start stuttering, he's close, and you are too, your walls start fluttering around his shaft, the tight coil in your lower stomach building again
He whines. "Shitshitshit I'm coming-!" After a few more thrusts, he spills inside of you, coating your walls with his warm, sticky, seed, triggering your orgasm. You come shortly after, your come mixing with his.
Before you have time to recollect yourself, he pulls out and turns you over, and presses his tip against your leaking entrance again
"A-atsushi? What are you-" before you can finish the sentence, he slams back into you, making you yelp out.
"m' sorry- I need more- need to get you pregnant-" he pulls your hips higher and brings them to meet his harsh thrusts, making your eyes water from the overstimulaion.
His seed spurts out of your vagina with every thrust, coating your inner thighs, and dripping onto the bed, making your cunt squelch with every plunge of his cock.
Moans fall our of your mouths as he continues to plunge into you, he moves his hands to brace them on the bed, and then thrusts as fast and hard as he can.
You yelp out as tears fall from your eyes, the headboard slams into the wall at the force while the bed creaks.
"Atsushi-! I can't, it's To much-!" You yelp out.
"Shit-!"
After a few more thrusts he burries himself to the Hilt, spilling his load inside of you again. Your walls trembling around him. He thrusts a few more times to make sure his seed is inside of you. After a few moments, he pulls out of you again, his seed leaking out of your hole. He turns you around again.
Hey could you make a chuuya x fem reader where chuuya likes to spank the reader ass
I would like to sfw and nsfw but if you don't want you can just nsfw (I would be grateful for these two🤓) I would also like to ask for headcanons and scenarios or just scenarios <3 take care of you I love your writing asf😭
SFW above the cut, NSFW under the cut!!
Chuuya is an ass guy. He loves 'em big or small, as long as it's nice and round and has a good jiggle when he smacks it. He's the kind of guy who hates to see you leave, but loves to watch you walk away, if you know what I mean ;)
When you started dating and being out as a couple, he would slide his hand into your back pocket, or just rest it on your butt, while you two were standing or walking around. He likes to hold you close and make it very evident to everyone around that you're his.
Sometimes when you act goofy or unserious, or if you're being mopey and he's trying to cheer you up, or even if he's just passing you in the hallway he'll reach out and give you a quick swat on the ass. Not too hard of course, barely enough to sting, but just enough to get a little jiggle and put a little pep in your step. Most of the time it makes you giggle or wink at him, sometimes you roll your eyes or tell him to keep his hands to himself.
Sometimes he tells you that you belong to him, so he is keeping his hands to himself, really. After all, your ass is his to play with. It makes you horny quick. He normally doesn't act like you're his property in any regard, unless he wants to tear that pussy up, then he's gonna make damn sure you know who's doing it.
He likes to bend you over his big fancy desk in his office and pull your skirt up so he has a good view of your ass as he squeezes it and smacks it and makes it jiggle and turn red. He will never waste this opportunity, so wearing a skirt is basically a signal that you're down to fuck in his office that day. He'll keep smacking and smacking, until you're squirming and saying it's getting too sensitive, then he kicks your ankles (gently) to make you spread your legs. He pushes your panties to the side and teases his fingers over your cunt without dipping them inside.
"You're awfully wet, darlin'," he says, smearing it all across your labia. He might spread your lips a little to collect a bit more wetness and tease you with the small rush of cold air and the feeling of his fingers so so close to your clit and your core without actually touching either. "All I did was spank ya. You like being spanked, don't you?"
You whine a soft "yeah" and he reaches up, spanks you hard and demands you be louder.
"Yeah!" you moan, much louder than before and trying to be clear. "I do like it, I do."
"Good," he says, rubbing and squeezing your ass, which honestly makes the sting worse at first but it gradually dissipates. "Like having your ass played with too? You better 'cause I sure like playing with it."
"Yes," you sigh. "I like when you touch my ass. I like when other people see you do it so they know it's yours."
If you could see the giant smirk that crosses his mouth, ohhhhhhh boy. You have no idea what you've just invited him to do.
"I'll keep that in mind, doll. I will certainly keep that in mind."
a/n: took a while but here is the ~atsushi~ counterpart from the soft aku vs. atsushi fic poll. (here is the soft aku fic) i hope you enjoy ♡
genre: f!reader. smut with angst (you cheated on atsushi omg... 🥲). makeup sex.
content warnings: MDNI! possessiveness, unprotected sex + he cums inside (*these are very risky*), overstimulation, general angst, he gets rough at the end (yes ik it was supposed to be a soft fic, but...)
summary: no matter what happens, you'll always run back into the arms of the man who taught you how to love – and he'll run right back to you, too.
you don't know exactly how you ended up here. come to think of it, though, this is always where you end up – right in front of the ada's dorm at the crack of dawn. once the drunkenness of twilight has settled into a sobered reality, your feet stumble on their own in front of this door, seeking shelter from whatever it was that sent you reeling in the first place. it's been said that night time is the play time for sinners and devils. this past year, you found out that you're no exception to that rule – for here you are as living proof, crawling back in search of forgiveness from the very person you've wronged.
"for atsushi?" a familiar voice calls from behind you before your knuckles rap at the door. you barely heard his footsteps coming up the stairs, but you're not surprised to find that dazai's still up. how appropriate for the two people guilty to both be wide awake at this hour. still, running into him like this sends a shiver up your spine. you freeze in your tracks, half expecting him to discourage you from what you're about to do – but instead he just walks past you without another word, and maybe that's even worse. it's just a reminder that you were nothing to him, and that he's barely had to suffer from the consequences of the night you caught together.
you'd imagine that sleeping with atsushi's girlfriend put a strain on dazai's personal and professional relationship with him, even if it only happened one time. at the end of the day though, dazai was atsushi's superior – and the source of his food and housing – and atsushi had no choice but to accept that reality.
you, on the other hand, were cut out of his life. it had been months of no contact between you and your now ex-boyfriend. all texts were left on seen, every call sent to voicemail. you could even swear that atsushi was avoiding all the spots he used to frequent, just to make sure he didn't run into you by chance. you never thought you'd be a cheater – never, ever in a million years – but here you were, having done that very thing to the person who taught you the meaning of unconditional love.
how could you be so selfish? so thoughtless? stupid, even? you'd take it all back in an instant, but you know can't. your feet are about to move. you're about to turn back. you should... yes, that's exactly what you should do. tonight feels too soon – it's all wrong. running into dazai last minute proves that.
and yet, just as you're about to bolt down the stairs, you hear it – the sound of the door in front of you unlocking. it's like a quiet charm. his voice is like a wish that you whispered under your breath. "it's you..." soft-spoken, just as he always has been, and there he is –
– atsushi nakajima himself.
"do you need something?"
there's no malice in his voice – just the same tenderness that he's always carried with him. something about it in this moment feels heartbreaking. you almost want him to yell at you or scold you, just so you can apologize to him with your whole self, or let him know how much you've regretted that day. instead, he stands there with his arms drooped at his sides, unfeeling. it's cruel, that minute of empty silence. you wonder if he's about to close the door on you. maybe he should. it feels like you're miles apart, and the distance is deafening.
just one second more, you think to yourself. it's selfish, you know. let me memorize what you look like. let me remember how your bangs fall. the color of your eyes.
you open your lips to speak, but it's your feet that move instead. one moment you're in front of him, but then you blink, and you're closing the distance between you – you're sobbing on his shoulder, your arms around his neck. silence, save for the sound of your stifled cries against his now-stained sweater.
he wants to push you away, but he doesn't. his arms wrap around your waist instead. the feeling of your body, pressed tight to his, is all too familiar. you're warm, and you smell so nice. it's that same shampoo you've always used, the one he likes on you. you're pretty today, hair falling into place like this. you're just as he remembers. this is his favorite knit on you – you look just as lovely as you did yesterday.
he says nothing, stunned. what is there to say in a situation like this? all he can do is cling to you, hope you don’t let go of him the way you did many nights before… that you don’t tire of him, toss him aside like you did that night. "why didn't you come back sooner–?" there’s a tremble in his voice, and he falls apart. when you meet his gaze, you realize the reason he hasn't pulled away is because there are tears in his liquid eyes. "don't tell me you wanted him instead?" his voice falters. you shake your head wildly, trying to force him to look at you again, but he's pawing your hands away. there’s a pain expression on his face when he finally looks back up at you, wincing. it’s like that of a beaten dog that's come crawling back to its master.
"i thought you hated me..." you confess, words spilling out, "– and you have every right to... it should have only been you.
i only want you."
your words strike him down. his hands are pushing you away at first. at least, that's what he thinks, because every part of him is telling you that's what they should be doing. every part of him is telling him to tell you to get out of his sight, to get out of his life, because he knows it must be wrong to do what he’s about to do. there's a reason that he avoided you in the first place, isn’t there?
but he's past the point of return now – in his heart, he knew this is just how you two would end up.
there's a reason he avoided you in the first place after all, isn't there?
with you in his arms, looking at him the same way you always have, it's no use. guided by sheer instinct, there's no shred of timidness in the fierce way that he grabs at you now. those same hands that pushed you away are now reaching for you, pulling you into his arms with just as much ferocity, eager to hold you again. there's a neediness to the way that he clings to every curve and crevice. you melt into him, and his lips are on yours.
it's been so long – too long. he didn't think your reunion would go like this. at least, he imagined that if it would begin with more talking. with you standing in front of him, though, the memories are all coming back so suddenly –
every laugh, every look;
every argument.
you were his first everything – god, he missed you.
how did he last this long without you?
his hands find your waist first, molding to your form. then, the next thing you know, his hands are on your ass, and he's digging into the fat with his fingertips, and you feel him pin his hips flush against yours as he backs you into the darkness of his room. tonight, it's not enough to just have you – he needs to claim you, all of you.
the door locks behind you, a quiet clinking of metal as atsushi's fingers fumble with the handle, then you feel your back thud loudly against the wall that you know is shared with dazai's room. you gasp quietly as teeth skim your neck, his lips latching onto the tender skin between your collarbone and shoulder. then, you feel his hands grasping you clumsily as he undresses you hastily, desperate to cover every inch that he's touched, to erase every memory of him that might be left.
"am i... being too rough?" he asks concernedly as he helps you out of your cardigan, discarding it on the floor. his voice is a heated whisper in your ear. "it's okay?"
groping him through his pants, you hear his breath grow shallow, watch as he swallows his own spit, his iridescent eyes following you closely as you trace his outline. his breath is ragged, hungry. he lowers his hands from you – lowers all of his defenses – and you sink to your knees, your hands caressing him everywhere, your lips tracing the lean muscle of his body, your mouth re-mapping his skin into your memory... as if you could ever forget what atsushi, of all people, feel like, when he's the very person who taught you what it meant to truly love someone.
your fingers hooking on the waistband of his pajamas, you tug them down his legs along with his boxers, then take his length into your hands. he sucks in a sharp, shaky breath, holding your gaze as you stroke him once from base to tip, enamored completely by the way you look right now on your knees for him – how long has it been since you've touched him like this? he's ashamed to admit that he's thought about this day more than once, now forced to spend an awful amount of time reflecting on how different his calloused hand feels from yours when he's touching himself at night, alone. now, here you are right in front of him, your palm wrapped around him so perfectly. it feels like a fantasy.
you're kissing it, lips pressed to the pretty tip as you bat your eyes at him. atsushi's barely had the time to process that you're here, and now you're flicking away the beads of pearlescent precum with your soft, wet tongue – and god, it feels so heavenly to have you like this. he reaches for you mindlessly, petting your hair, then he lets out these beautifully soft, whimpered moans as you suck on him – a breathless "oh my god..." rolling off of his lips when you finally take all of him into your mouth. "feels... so good..."
then suddenly, you hear him curse under his breath, tossing his head backward when you feel him abruptly hit the back of your throat, hips thrusting forward –
"– ah, god... fuck..." – before he quickly shoves his hand against his mouth in complete embarrassment, face flushing bright pink as he stammers out a quick apology and steadies himself. it's the first time you've ever heard him say something like that during such an intimate act. you stare at him wide-eyed, shocked, but he's avoiding looking at you now, blushing to himself and watching you through his fingers as he pants quietly into the palm of his hands.
then, "kiss me – please." it's a simple request, but it's full of urgency. god, how he's missed you. he cups your cheeks in his hands and brings your lips to his. it's a passionate kiss, sloppy and wet, the type of kiss that has teeth clumsily collide and noses briefly bump against each other. you feel his hand grasp your thigh. he wraps it around his waist, then suddenly his fingers are seeking you through your cotton panties. he pushes the fabric to the side, then you gasp aloud as you feel those slender fingers of his thrust so deep inside of you. it feels dirty – too dirty, even. different, at the very least. the two of you have only ever made love before, and now he's fucking you with his fingers.
"does it feel good?" his voice is a low whisper in your ear. you can feel his hot breath on your neck, his tongue teasing your earlobe, as he slides his fingers in and out of you, collecting your sticky arousal on his fingertips. you moan as you feel his thumb find your clit, making slow, steady circles, then you pull back from the kiss to look at him, just to see the face he might be making at you. he's gazing at you with these half-lidded, lustful eyes that are just desperate to hear your praise. though inexperienced, atsushi's always been an attentive lover, keen to your every sound and movement. as his first, you taught him everything he knows – and as such, you've taught him exactly how to pleasure you. drawing his name from your sweet lips comes all too easily.
he's greedy with his fingers, eager to taste you on his tongue, and you watch him as he licks you off his fingers and kisses you again and again like it's never enough. he's even greedier with his words, eyes glinting with satisfaction after you cum on his fingertips, crying out for him.
"i can make you feel better than he can," he coos into your neck as you convulse in his arms. "i'll make you feel so good."
atsushi's never thought of himself as a possessive man, but things certainly change when someone takes away what's rightfully his. now, with you singing his praises, he can't help but want more. fingertips burrowing into your hips, he bends you over his desk and you hear him ask,
"can i put it in just like this?"
your eyes widen –
of all the things he could have said, you'd never expect this – and from atsushi, of all people. "raw?" you stutter out in disbelief, and he nods at you unflinchingly, continuing to pamper you with his affection, hands reaching for your breasts, shaping and squeezing them around his palms. "it's risky..." your voice trails on the last syllable, words subsiding into a soft moan as you feel his finger traces around your nipple before he claims them with his tongue. you push the messy bangs out of his forehead to read his expression, but there's not an ounce of hesitation on his face.
– "i know that."
you're trying to think straight, but you can't. all you can think about is how intensely hot your body feels right now, and what it might feel like to have him fuck you until you've been completely forgiven. slipping your soiled panties down your legs, you nod at him to continue. "yes, i want it," you whisper desperately, and you're surprised when your voice comes out like a whine as you ease your thighs apart for him. "put it in… please –"
he nods, then reaches for himself. he's as gentle as he always has been with you – perhaps even more so tonight as he presses fleeting kisses to your hair and murmurs reassurances into your shoulder that he's about to put it inside. his lips are soft against your neck and spine.
you moan as as he slips the blunt head inside your wet, waiting entrance. he’s careful not to hurt you, guiding it slowly. it’s perfect. how long has it been since you've felt this – since you've felt him touching you like this? so loving. so right. you sigh into his touch, listen to the sound of his sharp inhale and feel him nearly collapse into your back once he bottoms out inside you.
he's amazed by the feeling of your bareness against him and the way your slickness squeezes around him. he pauses, then glances down. oh, wow – the sight of himself disappearing inside of you is enough to drive him wild. you're so warm and wet. kunikida was wrong when he said sex without a condom feels the same as sex with a condom. he must have been lying just to keep him safe when he first started having sex because this feels a thousand times better – he can feel everything like this, all of you. every ridge, every pulse, the very ache that’s throbbing inside of you. you're gripping him so perfectly. he needs it so badly… needs you so badly.
"mm, it's so good..." he groans, pressing his lips to your neck. then, you feel him start to move from behind you, hear the quiet sound of his skin hitting yours as he brings your hips back against him, nice and slow. the room is silence save for the sound of your breath becoming shallow as his pace quickens. his fingers seek you again between the thighs, and you shudder forward, burying your face into the wood of the table as you gasp. "does it feel good for you too?" his voice is a low whisper in your ear. "yeah?"
you whimper out your approvals, feeling his thumb pressing on your clit again. you're so sensitive from your last high that you cry out, sobbing as you beg for more. he pins your wrists behind your back, pushing you into his desk, and you feel him reach you at an angle you've never felt him before. he's so rough tonight – but it feels so good.
"h-harder–" you stammer out, and you feel him shove your face against the desk as he thrusts faster. "i need you so bad." you're liquid in his hands and you melt as you moan out his name, tthe syllables are sloppy on your tongue, spilling from your lips like water as you cum from his fingers again.
"a... tsu.. shi... please. atsushi..."
yes, say it just like that – atsushi, atsushi. atsushi.
then, "where do you want it?"
– "inside me."
you feel his fingers tip your chin toward him, then his eyes are on you.
there's not an ounce of malice behind those iridescent eyes as he bats his eyelashes at you – just the same tenderness that he's always carried with him.
"watch me cum for you."
there's a steadiness to his voice, an unwavering certainty as he captures his lips in yours and leaves you breathless. "you're mine. don’t ever leave me again.”
then, you feel it: his cum leaking down your thighs.
warm and white, trickling down your legs.
you'll take all of it, all of him.
"i'm yours, atsushi. yours… yours."
author ps: yes it has similar themes to the aku x reader one yes i am a sskk shipper on the side
You ringed the bell and waited, with a pizza in your hand as you sigh. You didn’t get payed enough for this, but this was the best you could do at the moment. While you were rethinking your life choices, the door opened. A really handsome guy stood at the door, looking at the pizza then you and then down on the pizza again. You weren’t gonna lie, that guy was so pretty you kinda just stared at him.
“Uhm, here’s your pizza, sir.”, you asked the guy who was lightly smiling at you. “You’re really pretty for a pizza delivery,”, this just came out of nowhere but you appreciated it.
“Yeah, thanks. That would make seven dollars.”, you looked at him and gave a small smile. He was thinking about something and then spoke up. “It’s pretty late, how many do you have left?”, you just sighed and just straight up told him. “No, you’re my last.”
He smirked, thinking of something which kinda annoyed you. Couldn’t he just give you number and pay after? “You must be tired of delivering all day, you definitely deserve more than seven dollars.”, you were flattered that he was more considerate than your manager, then he continued to speak.
“How about I give you the tip? You can come inside and place the pizza somewhere.”
Well, turns out he wasn’t talking about the tip but rather about his tip, the tip being inside your hole. But were you complaining? “Feels good, right?”, seems like a tip is still a tip in the end of the day! A sudden spank was landed on your ass which whipped you back to reality. “I was askin’ you, pretty. Is the tip good?”, he asked again rather sheepishly. “Y–yes! Oh, shit—”, you moaned in response.
He was speeding up, saying nasty things to you while absolutely destroying you and your hole. “Delivering pizzas ain’t the only job you’re doing good at, is it? Taking me this good— fuck. .”, your head was in the pillow and your ass in the air, perfect position for some random dude you were supposed to be delivering to. “Such a slut, spreadin’ your legs so fast for a tip.”, your customer laughed. “Y–you were the— ngh— i–it was your idea to— ah!”, he thrusted really deep, interrupting you completely. “And who said you that you couldn’t deny this? So don’t try to blame me, baby.”, ‘baby’? You barely know this guy! But still, he has you moaning and clenching like someone he’s fucked multiple times before.
With the source of sound being your moans you weren’t really able to warn him about your upcoming orgasm. “Yeah, wanna cum? Wanna coat this tip in a pretty white? Hm? Shit—”, you cumming without any warning caused him to cum too, ropes of white cum being shot inside you. Breathing heavily, especially you since you needed to process what just happened, he giggled drunkenly.
You were laying on your bed while Dazai was on top of you. Your legs were wrapped around his hips and one of your hands was touching his hair and the other on his shoulder. One of his hands was on the side of your neck and the other on your back. You were making out aggressively, both of you moaning and breathing heavily from the intense kiss. He then moves his head to your neck and starts leaving hickeys
"Your so perfect my belladonna~" he whispers against your neck
You respond in a quiet moan, but you pull his hair slightly to tug him away from your neck and you flip yourself over, now you were on top of Dazai.
He chuckles with a smirk "Getting feisty bella~?"
You give a genuine smile back at him "I just want to show you how much I love you"
You kiss his forehead to his cheek, neck, collarbone and chest "Give you the love i believe you deserve" you whisper against his skin
You sit up and grab one of his arms, raising his bandaged wrist towards your lips, kissing it gently
"I love every part about you" you say as you stare into his eyes lovingly
He feels his heart skip beats. His eyes slowly widen. He feels like he doesn't deserve to hear such praise, especially from you. His hand, still being kissed by you, gently cups your face
He's about to say something, but you kiss his lips again. He wants to say how he doesn't deserve it, but he becomes a victim of your affection and gives into your kiss. Instead of the aggressive pace you did previously, it was now a passionate, gentle make out. You slowly kiss every inch of his body and mumble about how much you love him as a person as well.
"You always make me happy I'm so glad to have met you" you whisper between each kiss.
He starts to moan deeply. His hands gripping on to your bed sheets as you slowly rock your hips on his.
"B-bella~" you cut off his sentence with a kiss on the lips and pull his hair gently to deepen it.
He moans into the kiss, but he feels intense arousal only getting stronger by every second of your lips against his. He then widens his eyes and pulls away from the kiss. His head falls into the pillow as he moans beautifully, slightly arching his back and twitching.
You knew instantly what had just happened when you saw the new wet stain on his pants. You make eye contact with a wide eyed, flushed face Dazai as he was breathing heavily.
"I- it wasn't what it looks like! Your over thinking things!" He laughs nervously
You smile and kiss his lips to shut up his excuses. You embrace him with a warm hug. Your head laying on his chest.
"Please don't be so embarrassed my love. I told you I was going to give you the love I believe you deserve after all" you say
You can hear his heart beat rapidly as you say that. You get up to look at him. He seems to still be embarrassed, but he smiles kindly, putting a hand on your cheek
He softly says "I've never felt better in my whole life"
💚RANPO💚
You were straddling on top of Ranpo on the couch making out. Your hand rested on the back of his neck to pull him closer to your lips, deepening the kiss, earning a muffled whimper from Ranpo.
Your hand slowly moves up from his neck to the back of his head, feeling his hair, grabbing a fist full of it, making his hat fall to the ground. You and Ranpo's hips slowly rock into each other. His hands on your thighs, squeezing them gently. You pull away from his lips, which makes Ranpo whine from the sudden loss of your touch.
"Your so cute Ranpo~ I just want to kiss every inch of you" you say as you kiss his neck and collarbone, kindly nibbling his skin too.
He moans as a response to your praise, but he smiles "Your pretty cute like this. I want more of you, sugar~"
He dives into your lips, kissing you again.You listened to what he said and plan to give him more. You grab one of his hands, bringing it under your shirt and bra to place it on your bare breast. He starts to play with your breast making both of you moan, but he wanted to tease you a bit.
He pinches your nipple gently which makes you moan louder and grind against him harder. The more you moved against him the more he felt your body against his hard cock, which you thought was just something in his pocket. He started to moan a little louder
"You like that Ranpo~?" You whisper in his ear
"Mhmm~ your so soft~" he whimpers
You smiled "God you make me so wet~" you say before you kiss him again.
He started to feel too aroused, you were becoming too much for him. Electricity flowed though his body everytime you spoke and kissed his lips or neck. His breathing was getting heavy as he felt his limit.
"S-sugar wait~!" He said, but it was too late.
He whimpered loudly as he came on his pants. His forehead against your chest as he squeezed your breast and thigh. He was twitching aggressively.
You were a bit dazed about what happened, but it didn't take too long for you to figure it out. You could tell he was trying to hide his embarrassed face, his pride probably broken. You grab his hand that was still on your breast and brought it under your underwear, bringing his fingers to your wet cunt. He looks up at you with open eyes
"Don't be so embarrassed Ranpo. Can you feel the affect you have on me too?"
He gulps but then he suddenly finds his confidence again and enters a finger inside your wet cunt. You squeeze into his shoulders as you moan loudly, laying your head on his chest.
"I want to see more, sugar~"
💜FYODOR💜
You sat on Fyodor's lap as you were both passionately making out. His hands on your hips and yours on his shoulders. Fyodor set the pace to slow and gentle, but you wanted to go faster and aggressive. You just wanted more of him. You tried to go at a faster pace, but Fyodor pulled his lips away from you and said
"Be patient my love"
You whined "please Fedya I want to feel more of you. It's becoming unbearable for me to keep going like this"
He chuckles "just a bit longer myshka~"
He kisses your lips again going at a slightly faster pace. You moan into the kiss and begin to rock your hips against his thigh. He smirks into the kiss from seeing how desperate you've become, but he starts to feel tingly all over his body. He's never felt this before and he couldn't stop your movement.
Everytime you begged and pleaded it only made the feeling worse. Everytime you desperately tried to go at a faster pace, but only couldn't and seeing you devastated made him feel aroused. To know he has so much power over you was amusing to him.
"So g-good P-please Fedya~" you moaned against his lips
"Your doing so well my myshka~" he said trying to hide his moan
"You look so breath taking like this" he says in a low voice
All he could think about was you and the stimulation, which only reached him closer to his limit. His heart raced faster and faster. Before he finished though, he sank his teeth into your neck. Your pained, loud whimper was the cherry on top for Fyodor as he climaxed on himself. Your voice was so loud, you couldn't hear his grunt as he came.
He kissed your fresh bite mark. His breathing was shaky and fast, but his body was slightly trembling.He didn't want you to know what you just made him do nor let you figure it out before it was too late, so he came up with an idea.
You were gonna ask if he was ok since he was twitching and breathing heavily, but he kissed your lips and dug his fingers under your underwear to rub against your clit, making you moan loudly. Your head laid on his shoulder while your hands grip harshly on them too. Your body was already stimulated from the make out
"You were this wet just from my lips my love?" He smiled knowing he also has an affect on your body
"Go ahead and finish on my fingers darling"
💙ATSUSHI💙
You were both sitting on the couch making out aggressively, but passionately. You were sitting on top of him with your hands on his hair and cheek and his were on your hips. You were both moaning into the kiss while he was a blushing mess.
Both of you were breathing heavily and slightly humping each other.Your hands slowly roam his entire body to his chest, shoulders, back, and neck. This made Atsushi's moan louder since he's never been touched like this before or even received such love from someone. He wasn't complaining one bit, but he is sensitive everywhere you touch him.
This is the most intimate thing you both have done in this relationship. You tug on his hair gently to pull away from the kiss and start to attack his neck with kisses instead. He starts to whimper from the sensation.
"Atsushi your so beautiful.. you literally make me crazy" you whispered as you continue to kiss him
Every praise you say just sends electricity of arousal throughout his entire body that he can even feel it in his fingers.
"Mmm~! J-just like that" he whimpers
"Heh I can't get enough of you" you whisper again before you unbutton about three buttons on his shirt and start kissing his chest and collarbone.
He can only respond to you in moans and whimpers. His hands gripping onto your hips tightly from too much stimulation. You start to kiss his lips again and passionately make out. Your hips begin to rock against his hard cock, which you assumed was just his wallet.
"W-wait~!" He whimpers out loud but you kept on kissing him
He started to whimper and breath heavier and suddenly he pulled away from the kiss. He hugs you tightly, putting his chin on your shoulder and moans loudly while twitching intensely.
At first you were confused, but then you realized what had just happened. He couldn't move or say anything, all you could hear was heavy breathing. His forehead was now laying on your shoulder, you could see his ears are shaded red. You knew he was embarrassed.
He then looks up at you "I-im so sorry! I- it's just you were too much for me to handle so I just- I'm sorry!" He said timidly
You chuckled and kiss his lips "You have a huge affect on me too Atsushi. There's no need to apologize"
You lean into his ear and whisper "hearing your moans and whimpers made me so wet"
you lean back to look into his eyes. He was In shock, too speechless to say anything, but then he suddenly finds his words again.
"I- I want more of you...please"
🧡CHUUYA🧡
You were sitting on top of his desk while Chuuya was in between your legs. His hands wonder all over your body, feeling every inch of you. Your hands were on his cheek and shoulder. You were both lovingly making out, quietly moaning and groaning into the kiss. He pulls away from your lips and attacks your neck with soft kisses, lowering your sleeve to kiss your shoulders, trying to kiss more of your skin as much as possible.
"You make my mind go blank" you whisper as you hold onto the back of his head.
Your head leaned back so he can have more access to your neck."F-fucking shit!..I love you so much" he mumbles under your skin
"Your so beautiful Chuuya I want more of you~" you moan softly
He kisses your lips again, this time with more passion. Your arms wrap around the back of his neck, bringing his body closer to yours. Your pelvises rubbing against each other. One of your hands starts to pull on Chuuya's hair, only making him moan louder into the kiss.
"Your everything I've ever wanted please don't stop" you panted
This only influences Chuuya to be more aggressive. Your praises give him so much arousal he can't even think straight. Every touch, kiss, praise, and moan you make drives him over the edge. He soon finds himself at his limit.He gasps while squeezing your waist as he comes on himself, grunting loudly. His chin on your shoulder, trying to catch his breath as his legs tremble. His breath shaking from the intense sensation.
You were shocked, but suddenly finds yourself chuckling softly "your so precious Chuuya. Don't be embarrassed, I find it actually quite flattering I have such an affect on you"
"F-fuck what are you doing to me doll?" he says looking at you with blushing cheeks, clearly a bit embarrassed, but he still smiles at you.
You lean into his ear "If u were so needy to be inside me then you could've said something darling"
Almost immediately, He slams your shoulders onto the desk, leaving you startled, as you feel Chuuya raise your legs to lay on his shoulders.
ok but like consider,, dazai, akutagawa, kunikida and atsushi (or anyone else u wanna add my request is mainly for akutagawa and kunikida) working alone and you open your coat to reveal you're just wearing lingerie underneath <3
Kunikida is often to be found working late in the Armed Detective Agency’s office, especially after the conclusion of a case. Or if Dazai has been especially a pain in the ass that day and prevented Kunikida from keeping to his packed work schedule. Kunikida is not the type of man who’ll let the day’s work slip over to tomorrow. That’s how nations start to crumble (according to him).
Hours after the rest of the agency have gone home, even Fukuzawa, Kunikida is still there, typing away at his laptop, the glare of the screen making his glasses seem opaque. His only concession to the late hour is a half-drunk cup of coffee sitting beside the laptop.
His head twists around when the door to the agency office opens. Who could it be this late at night? Atsushi coming to check up on him? Dazai coming to sleep on the couch again? He tenses when he sees the tan colour of a trenchcoat through the wavy glass of the office door, but his shoulders loosen when he sees you in the doorway.
“What are you doing here so late?” he asks you, turning back to finish that last bit of paperwork. “And what’s with the coat? You’re not trying to dress like Dazai now, are you?”
He hopes not. Kunikida doesn’t need to be jump-scared like that every time you meet up with him. He’s only half-listening when you give him some excuse about being cold. Faintly, he picks up the sound of high heels clicking against the polished floorboards as you make your way over to him. He catches a hint of perfume as you come to stand at his shoulder.
“I’m almost finished,” he grunts, his fingers flying so fast across the keyboard they seem to blur slightly at the edges. He’s tired, and it must be late indeed if you’ve come to pick him up. He turns his head to ask about what you two should pick up for dinner on the way home, when his jaw falls open like someone pulled out a screw holding it shut.
You’ve allowed your trenchcoat to fall open, revealing your body clad in scraps of structured silk and lace. Something classy and timeless, in soft cream or sultry black. It’s like something out of an old movie or a vintage catalogue. Kunikida’s glasses steam up briefly, before he slams his laptop closed.
“Doppo,” you chide, faking a gasp. “You didn’t put a period on that last sentence of your paperwork. You can’t just leave it…unfinished like that.”
Kunikida pulls off his glasses, his expression stern. “This time,” he proclaims, his voice deep and momentous, “I’ll make an exception.”
Kunikida drives you home, driving so close to the speed limit he’s practically edging it, with one hand buried firmly between your thighs. If you’re very misbehaved, he might use his notebook to conjure something to keep you…occupied…on the drive home.
Dazai Osamu
You went one better for this and stole Dazai’s trenchcoat. Let’s leave it up for debate whether he knew what you were up to and let you steal his coat to pull off your little performance—it’s more fun that way.
Because it’s Dazai, you arrange to meet at a bar for a date. Preferably one where he’s not already run up a tab or been slapped by all of the female bartenders and waiting staff. There are a few of those left in Yokohama, you just have to look really hard for them.
When you arrive, Dazai is sitting on a barstool, one foot propped on the footrest, his elbows on the bar. He’s sans trenchcoat, dressed in his dark waistcoat, with the sleeves of his blue pinstripe shirt rolled up to his mid-forearm, revealing the bandages wrapped around his wrists. Spotting you in the reflection of the bottles behind the bar, he glances over at you. Dazai’s dark eyes sweep over you from head to toe, and he immediately knows there’s something interesting going on beneath that trenchcoat.
“You know,” he drawls. “I lost a coat just like that this morning. It’s quite the startling coincidence, don’t you think?”
He's so intrigued that he even cracks open his wallet to buy you a drink (shocking, I know). Dazai's eyes are glued to the sight of you cinched into his coat. His eyes drop down when you sit on the barstool beside him, crossing your legs. His fingers tighten around the cut crystal of his glass.
"Is that...lace?"
At your smug confirmation that is indeed lace, Dazai knocks back his drink. No time to savour the liquor. He pinches the hem of the trenchcoat and lifts it up a little further to see the stocking clinging to your thigh.
Dazai's eyes glint dangerously in the dim overhead lights of the bar.
"Bella." His voice is a lusty purr as his hand runs up your thigh, fingers plucking at the top of your stocking, tracing circles into your soft flesh. "I'll give you a thirty second head start. When I catch up to you..."
I hope you can find somewhere relatively private in the next thirty seconds.
Akutagawa Ryuunosuke
If you thought it might be a good idea to copy the move above and wear Akutagawa’s trenchcoat over your lingerie, let me gently pry that idea from your eager little hands. It is not a good idea, and it will not end well. Just get your own trenchcoat. Maybe in a nice shade of camel?
Akutagawa waits impatiently for you in the middle of town, watching the civilians amble around between stores, his eyes narrowed in irritation. He doesn't know why you asked to meet him here, but it feels like a waste of his time. He decides he will wait only five more minutes before he leaves.
A flicker of something pale from the corner of his eye. It's a Pavlovian response—Akutagawa's head whips around. Instead of his former master, he instead spots you click-clacking toward him in a pair of heels, wrapped in a light trenchcoat. Hair? Done. Make-up? Flawless.
Akutagawa's forehead furrows, his voice pitched low with annoyance and confusion. "Why are you wearing that?"
You're used to his pricky demeanour by now and it doesn't faze you. You turn so you are facing away from the crowds, slowly untying the belt. You peel open the front of the waistcoat enough to give Akutagawa a glimpse of what lies underneath.
Black lace. Smooth skin. Silk.
His throat tightens, and for once it doesn't signal the onset of a coughing fit. Akutagawa's eyes widen, his teeth and fists clenching.
"What in the hells are you wearing?" he demands.
"Lingerie," you say, retying the the belt of your trenchcoat. "Don't you like it?"
Akutagawa knows every alley and alcove of Yokohama. Every blind spot and dead end. He puts this knowledge to good use as he manhandles you into the nearest semi-private spot. Bands of Rashoumon wrap around your wrists and ankles, pinning you up against the alleyway wall.
Akutagawa's pale hands tremble with suppressed excitement as he unties the trenchcoat and peels it open again. The sight of you, dressed in such a lewd fashion and bound, makes his cock harden fast enough to make him dizzy. His voice is low, curt.
"If you insist on dressing like a harlot, I shall treat you like one. After all, that is what you wanted, is it not? My attention."
Please don't worry about making any noise. He'll simply use Rashoumon to gag you. <3
Nakajima Atsushi
Oh dear, are you trying to give the poor boy a heart attack?
Atsushi is at the Armed Detective Agency office alone. Perhaps it's lunchtime and the rest of the agents and staff have retired downstairs for coffee and lunch at Cafe Uzumaki. Atsushi needs to finish his report, or he's flat broke and doesn't want to have to mooch of Kunikida in the cafe again, so he's eating some cold rice balls at his desk.
He sputters on a mouthful of onigiri when the door swings open, popping up like a daisy from his desk, expecting it to be a client. He sags in relief when he sees it is just you, hastily brushing some grains of rice from the front of his shirt.
“Hi!”
Oh, he’s so chirpy to see you. It really is adorable. Look at how the smile blossoms on his face. There are practically sparkles coming off him as he heads toward you.
Only for Atsushi to stop in his tracks when you casually untie the front of your coat and flash him the sight of your body in sweet, pink-and-white lingerie. You’re frosted in lace and frills like a little cupcake, and Atsushi’s brain jams like the printer.
“H-buh? Whuh? You…you…”
His face burns crimson, standing out stark against his white hair, and he whips his head around to make sure there is no one else in the office, even though he’s relatively sure he’s alone. Atsushi grabs the front of your coat and covers you up, flushing when you laugh at his embarrassment.
“What are you wearing?” he hisses, his eyes wide as saucers. “Why are you wearing it here?”
“I thought it would be a nice surprise~”
“It is,” he stammers. “It’s very…it’s so nice.” He opens the coat a little, peeking at what lies beneath, before closing it again, his ears burning. “But…but not here. Maybe at home?”
You give an airy shrug. “Perhaps you can tell Kunikida you weren’t feeling well so you had to go home early?”
Smash cut to Atsushi fake-coughing down the phone to Kunikida.
Nakahara Chuuya
It's late. Yokohama is a glittering sprawl beneath the windows of Chuuya's plush office. The office is dim, save for the light of his laptop screen and the recessed, moody red lighting of his shelves. He eases away from his emails, rubbing at his eyes, and crosses the room to pour himself a whiskey from the cut glass decanters.
For Chuuya, 'working late' often involves taking a few heavies and going to threaten someone, not sitting and trawling through emails, but now and then he needs to engage with the corporate bullshit that comes with being an executive.
The buzz of his personal phone draws his attention. He scoops it up, his thumb tapping the screen. He has his gloves made custom so they work with touchscreens. A text message from you pops open and he grins, leaning against the edge of his desk.
The image is simple, but evocative. Smooth skin under red lace. He's not even entirely sure which body part it is, but it's tantalising all the same. He's sure he'll find out after your dinner reservation that evening. Steak, of course.
A knock sounds at his office door and he lets out an annoyed grunt, immediately locking his phone and laying it facedown on his desk.
"Yeah, come in."
His annoyance evaporates the moment you saunter in, all high heels and cinched black trenchcoat. And damn, is that red lipstick? It is.
"Hey, doll. Whatcha doin' here?"
He's running his gaze over that trenchcoat, trying to imagine what you're wearing underneath. His smile widens into a full-blown grin when you turn and lock the door behind you.
"Don't know where this is comin' from, but I like where it's goin'."
You make a show of it, untying the knot on the belt, letting the smooth fabric rasp as it slides against itself. First baring one shoulder, then the next, shimmying the coat off you like its a fur stole. It crumples to the ground, leaving you in all your glory.
Chuuya drags a hand down his face, letting out a low, ragged laugh that sounds just this side of feral.
"Fuck, dollface..."
Bro launches himself at you, pushing you up against the back of his office door. His gloved hands slide over your bare skin, gravity starting to make less and less of an impression on you as he floats you. His mouth crushes against yours.
Unfortunately, you miss your dinner reservation by several hours.
content: pre-relationship bed sharing, flirty/mildly sexual implications
It's truly unfortunate that, while on a mission for the Agency, you have to share a bed with DAZAI — or so you think, at least. He doesn't share the sentiment in the slightest, instead smiling as innocently as possible the moment his gaze falls onto the single bed in the hotel room booked for the night. While he pretends to offer you the bed, he'll guilt-trip you about the couch being way too short for his long legs and about his back already aching until, eventually, you give in and share it with him.
Naturally, he gets into your space more than necessary at night, pretending he's asleep while cuddling close to you, given how, then, you can't cuss him out for wrapping an arm around your waist and burying his face in your neck, breath warm against your throat. It's worse that he knows if you won't get any amount of sleep whatsoever, much too busy with fighting off arousal while he's pressed flush against your back.
“Hm? No, it's alright. I don't mind taking the couch. What kind of man would I be if I let you sleep on there? Still, it's just — it's way too short and hard. Couches this uncomfortable shouldn't exist, really. I doubt I'll be able to get even a wink of sleep tonight, what a shame.”
When there turns out to only be one bed in the hotel room you're supposed to stay in for the night, CHŪYA doesn't even hesitate before offering you the bed, immediately going for the couch instead. He won't accept any protests either; no matter whether you're worried about his comfort or just think it's polite to refuse his offer, he won't allow you to spend the night on a sofa. He's not making a huge deal out of it and, if you keep being annoying about it, he gets more and more exhausted by the minute.
Eventually, he might give in to the idea of sharing the bed. He has no trouble keeping to himself — or so he believes, because, once he's actually asleep, softly snoring into your ear, he's moving wildly, one leg eventually thrown over your body, arms stretched out. If you mention it to him in the morning, his cheeks flush soft pink.
“Hm? The fuck you mean, you'll be taking the sofa? Definitely not. I'm already here — and I don't mind. Go lie down and get some sleep. We've got a busy day tomorrow.”
RANPO, the very moment he steps foot into the room, decides he wants the bed to himself. The idea of taking the couch doesn't even cross his mind; instead, he makes his way over to the bed all too quickly, though, when you end up either glaring at him or asking him to share, he just shrugs.
Really, he doesn't make too big of a deal out of sharing a bed, not even seeming a little nervous at the idea of lying down beside you for hours on end. Meanwhile, at night, he cuddles up close to you — actually asleep, unlike a certain someone —, arms wrapped around you, for once completely unaware of you being all flustered because of him. In the morning, it'll be like nothing happened, even though you can't quite stop thinking about
“What are you looking at me like that for? I said we can share. If you're hoping to have it for yourself, tough luck. I was here first, just saying. Just get in or move to the couch already, I'm tired.”
All of FYODOR'S decisions are based on logic; this one is no exception. If the bed is large enough to fit two people, it's large enough for the two of you to share — though, if you feel like taking the couch instead, he won't protest. That's your decision to make, after all.
While actually sharing the bed with him, it's basically like you're alone in there, anyway. He doesn't move when asleep, doesn't make a sound; it's all too easy to imagine he's not even there, even though, occasionally, a dark strand of hair might brush against your face. What you don't know, however, is that he, at night, while you're fast asleep, he takes the time to watch you up close, lilac eyes tracing over every plane of your face.
“I do not mind sharing the bed with you. I hope you feel similarly. We both are adults, are we not? I doubt this will be an issue. Just lie down.”
NIKOLAI is undoubtedly amused by the idea of sharing a bed with you. He doesn't waste a single thought towards either of you taking the sofa instead; nonsense, just why would you do that? There's a perfectly fine bed right there, and surely both of you are mature enough to share one without any issues, right? Wrong.
He makes a point of being as obnoxious as possible, cuddling close to you the very second you lie down. It doesn't help that he's both tall and strong, his arms closed around your waist so you can't even try to get away or up, and he makes a point of whining whenever you attempt to squirm away. It's going to be a long night.
“What's the matter? Why are you moving so much? Stop it, I won't be able to fall asleep this way. Or — ah, are you trying to rile me up on purpose? That's naughty of you, sweetheart.”
SIGMA immediately makes a beeline for the couch the second he notices the dilemma of having a double bed rather than two separate ones booked. He won't even discuss the topic with you; he doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable or forced to sleep on a sofa, so he'll do it instead. There's no whining or guilt tripping from his end; he simply accepts his fate for the night. There's worse things to endure.
If you're incredibly serious about convincing him, however, he might just give in, even though his cheeks feel a little warmer than usual when he lies down next to you, making sure there's an appropriate amount of distance between the two of you. If there's anything he doesn't want, it's you thinking he's trying to be creepy after you've decided to trust him — he probably ends up barely getting any sleep, just because he's worried about accidentally getting too close to you.
“Are you sure you're alright with this? I really don't mind spending the night on the sofa instead. ... Well, if you're sure — thank you.”
NEW POST AGAIN FINALLY AA my commissions are open, by the way!! dm me if interested! 💜
Just an outpouring of horny thoughts on main. (Again).
BSD boys x F!Reader — NSFW
Part 2 - Atsushi & Akutagawa (separately)
Warnings: Cursing, frequent sexual references, completely subjective headcanons
A/N: BSD gods, forgive me, for I have sinned. (Again).
Why is WAN the only group gif I can find for this filth-?! It is Ungodly~!
Minors DNI - 18+ only
Atsushi
Gods help me, I would not feel a damn thing sexually for this sweet cinnamon roll if not for fucking Tumblr-—
Can I just say I hate how this gif gave me *ideas*-?
Okay it first and foremost, this boy is probably the closest to Poe-levels of sub that you'll find on the ADA team.
Like, sure, he grows into his confidence and could eventually top/dom you, but more likely than not, it will be by your request.
And even then, the most likely scenario is that he's a service top all the way—and so hopelessly clueless about how this stuff works.
He grew up in what seems to be a very rigid and conservative orphanage, so chances are their sex-ed was minimal at best.
Because of that, at least for the first little while, you're gonna have to be his teacher.
Showing him where everything is, helping him find what feels good for you and for him.
But let me tell you—this boy learns. And not only that, this boy Remembers—
You show him something once, and Istg
Just imagine this boy: the first time you even suggest anything spicy, his entire face goes bright red. Like hands-in-his-lap, eyes-on-the-floor, stuttering apologies red.
“I-I mean… if you want to—I would! I just—I don’t know if I’d be any good at—”
You kiss him. Gently. He trembles.
And then he asks you questions. So many questions.
“Does this feel good?”
“Am I hurting you?”
“Do you want it slower?”
“Should I use more pressure?”
(He gets so adorably flustered if you moan without warning.)
His tiger form makes things… interesting. Once he’s comfortable enough, you start experimenting with that transformation—and he’s mortified at first.
But when you praise the strength in his arms? The heat of his skin? The way those claws barely scratch as he grips your thighs?
He whimpers.
“I’m not too much like this? You still want me?”
He’s the kind of partner who says, in all earnestness:
“I want to make you feel good. Please let me try. Tell me what to do.”
And when you do? He listens.
You guide his hands between your legs, teach him how to use his mouth, where to suck, how long to stay—and he watches your face the entire time like it’s the only thing that matters.
He’s embarrassingly sensitive. Whisper in his ear? Gone. Stroke your fingers down his chest while straddling him? Gone. Suck on his neck and call him “good boy”?
Absolutely wrecked.
Breathless, gasping, half-hiding under your touch and still trying to make you come first.
That tiger arm, though? Very dexterous. Very strong.
He holds you down with it once—accidentally—and the way you moaned makes something awaken in him.
“Did you like that?” he asks, wide-eyed and slightly dazed.
You smile. “Do it again, Atsushi.”
And he does. With a look on his face like he can’t believe what he’s getting away with.
The more confident he becomes, the more dangerous he gets.
He still asks before trying new things—but his voice gets lower. His hands steadier.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he whispers, slowly sinking to his knees. “Let me take care of you. Please.”
The first time you two went all the way?
Atsushi was nervous. Not because he doesn’t want to—he definitely wants to—but because he cares so much it physically hurts. You kiss him once, and his hands are already shaking.
You have to guide him through everything. Kisses, touches, undressing—each piece of clothing taken off gets a gasp like he’s seeing you for the first time.
“You’re so—beautiful,” he breathes. “I don’t even know where to look—”
He keeps checking in. Constantly.
“Does this feel good? Is that okay? Am I doing this right?”
You have to literally hold his face and say, “Atsushi, you’re doing perfectly.”
He lets out this soft, shuddering breath like you just lifted a hundred-pound weight off his chest.
The first time he makes you moan? His brain short circuits. He stops mid-movement like—
“Wait. That—was that because of me?”
You nod. He blushes so hard it spreads down his neck.
Then he gets this determined look and says;
“Okay. I want to hear that again.”
When he’s finally inside you, he has to pause. Not because he doesn’t want to keep going—but because the sheer intimacy of it nearly undoes him.
He buries his face in your neck, whimpering, “This is real. You really want me.”
You wrap your arms around him, kiss his ear, and whisper, “I do. All of you.”
He’s not perfect—but he’s so attentive. So eager. So in love with the way you respond to him.
And when he finally comes, it’s with this shocked little cry, his entire body trembling, arms wrapped tight around you like he’s afraid to let go.
—Another special thing about that first time, was what a Koala that boy turned into after the fact.
He doesn’t even roll off of you right away. He just stays there, trembling slightly, forehead pressed against your shoulder, arms around your waist like he’s fused to you.
You run your fingers through his hair. His breathing slows.
And then, quietly—almost like he doesn’t want to say it—he whispers:
“…Did I do okay?”
You reassure him. You kiss his temple. You tell him how good he made you feel, how gentle he was, how deeply you love him.
And that’s when the dam breaks.
He clutches you tighter, lets out this choked little exhale, and you realize—he was holding it together for you.
Trying to be brave. Trying to impress you.
Now that it’s over, he lets himself feel it all.
He becomes physically incapable of letting you go. If you try to shift, or get up for water, or grab the blanket?
“No—stay. Just a little longer—please—”
His limbs wrap around you like vines. He tucks his face into your chest, eyes fluttering closed, voice muffled in your skin:
“I’ve never felt this safe before. Not ever.”
And if you pet him? Run your nails gently down his back, kiss his shoulder, hum something soft—
He purrs.
Actual tiger purring.
He’s too blissed out to even be embarrassed about it.
Later, when he’s a little more coherent, he gets weirdly formal about it.
“I, uh… I would like to do that again. Whenever you want. Or if you don’t want to again, that’s okay, too—I just… um… thank you.”
He bows his head. He bows.
You gently tilt his chin up and kiss him stupid again.
And when he sleeps? Oh, he clings. One arm under your waist, the other across your stomach. A leg thrown over yours. His whole body curved around you like you’re the only thing tethering him to the Earth.
You whisper his name. He doesn’t even open his eyes—just hums and squeezes you closer.
“Don’t let go,” he murmurs. “Even if I fall asleep. Stay with me.”
And you do.
Because now he’s yours—and he knows it.
Oh, but when the Tiger in him likes you too? Things get even better—
You notice it first during those soft, quiet moments after sex—when he’s warm and boneless against you, breath slow, cheek pressed to your shoulder, arms looped around your waist.
The purring starts up again—deep and resonant, like a lullaby from somewhere under his ribs.
But then you feel it.
The soft brush of something warm, furry, and alive curling around your calf.
You look down.
His tail. Poofed into being. Slowly wrapping around your ankle, then your thigh, and then the both of you like ivy.
He doesn’t even seem to realize it’s happening at first.
Until you stroke it and whisper, “Getting comfy, tiger?”
He jerks up, yelps, turns scarlet.
“S-sorry! I didn’t mean to—heh—I didn’t know it was doing that—!”
Oh, when the tiger in him likes you…Not just lusts after you. Not just obeys you. It likes you—enough to claim you, cling to you, curl around you like it wants to keep you forever.
A nd when you play with his hair? Or nuzzle him on the train? Or rub your thumb over the spot where his tail joins his spine?
That tail tightens. The purring deepens.
And Atsushi just melts against you with this soft, desperate little sigh.
“Feels…really nice. Don’t stop.”
But when someone interrupts? That’s when things get interesting.
Someone brushing too close to you in public. A stranger leaning in to ask a question. An agent standing just a bit too close while you’re on a case.
You feel it before you hear it: a low, warning growl, deep in his chest.
It surprises everyone—especially Atsushi.
He stares at them wide-eyed. Then at you.
“I—I didn’t mean to growl—I’m so sorry—are you okay?! I wasn’t trying to scare anyone I swear I—!”
You’re okay. More than okay. In fact… You lean in close. Brush your lips against his ear and whisper,
“Do that again in private.”
And just like that, his knees go weak.
If it happens in the field—some sleazeball with a smirk and wandering eyes—you see the tiger come out in his posture, his growl, the way his tail lashes behind him.
He’s not even aware of it. But you are.
And when the bastard backs off, and the threat is handled, and Atsushi returns to you flushed and flustered and full of apologies—
You grab him by the collar and pull him into the nearest dark corner.
“You growled. For me.”
“I—I didn’t mean to—”
You lick your lips. “Do it again.”
And before he can process what’s happening, you’ve got your hands under his jacket, lips on his neck, thighs parted as you drag him into the kind of kiss that makes his tail go rigid and his claws dig into your hips.
(Gently. Just enough to scratch. Just enough to feel.)
Later—after breathless gasps and soft apologies and trembling fingers—you whisper,
“The tiger in you really likes me, huh?”
And he hides his face in your shoulder, voice muffled and low:
“Yeah. I think… we both do.”
Then we hit the turning point. Once Atsushi had gathered enough confidence to hold his own—HO~BOY!
It starts with teasing. Your teasing.
You cup his face mid-makeout, whisper something like, “Still so red… You’re always blushing like you’ve never touched me before.”
You grin. You expect him to fluster.
But instead, though still blushing, something flickers in his eyes. Something almost like a challenge—like determination. He blinks at you, slowly. Tilts his head.
And says, “That’s cute coming from the person who starts shaking when I put my tongue right…”
His hand slides down between your thighs. You gasp. His lips twitch. The first flicker of a satisfied smile.
Or maybe you poke fun at how territorial he gets—“Purring when I scratch your ears, growling when someone looks at me, kneading my ass like it’s your favorite pillow…”
And he just shrugs, trying to be unbothered. Though your words - and the ones about to leave his mouth - make his ears burn.
“Well,” he murmurs, slipping a clawed finger beneath your waistband, “you’re mine. It’s only fair I treat you like it.”
That’s the thing: he remembers everything. Every soft spot. Every stuttered gasp. Every weak-kneed moan you gave him when he was learning.
And now? He’s got his claws in just the right places.
He presses you down into the mattress with that half-shifted tiger weight, mouth hot on your skin, breath panting in your ear:
“You taught me so well, love. Let me show you what I’ve learned.”
He kneads your thighs like a cat—claws just grazing, enough to leave tingling trails. He kisses your belly while whispering,
“Still think I’m too shy?”
And then his tail wraps around your ankle and pulls—gently but firmly—spreading your legs for him as he sinks down between them with a growl.
You swear the floor tilts. You try to sass back—“Oh, so you think you’re in charge now?”—but your voice cracks when he bites your inner thigh and mumbles,
“Only when you want me to be.”
Then he slides his tongue exactly where you need it, curls his clawed hand under your hip, and devours you like he’s starving.
His eyes glow faintly when he’s half-shifted. His fangs flash. His tongue—God, his tongue. You swear he’s figured out the exact pattern of pressure, temperature, and sound that makes you break.
“You’re so loud for me now,” he murmurs, pupils narrowed to slits. “Where’s all that teasing gone?”
And he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t stop.
When you come apart under him—shaking, crying his name, breathless and spent—he smirks. Pushes your hair back. Kisses your forehead.
Then purrs, “Do I still need the training wheels now, love?”
And even as you lie there twitching, legs numb and brain short-circuited, he’s still going.
Trailing his claws down your sides. Mouthing at your neck. Whispering,
“One more, just to be sure. You’ll remember this, won’t you?”
He’s still your soft boy. Still cuddly. Still blushes sometimes.
But now? Now he knows he can wreck you.
And sometimes, when you least expect it, you’ll catch that tiger smile—the one that says, I could break you again if I wanted. And maybe I will.
***
Akutagawa
(Istg, all the BSD boys in a randomiser & this is what came up after Atsushi. You can’t make this shit up.)
God help us all. You don’t just “sleep” with Akutagawa. You undo him. He doesn’t know how to be touched, how to ask, how to receive anything that isn’t harsh or violent or tactical. The idea that pleasure could be given—softly, gently—is so alien to him, he treats it like a reconnaissance mission.
In the beginning, everything is Rashomon.
You could be on your back, breath hitching, legs shaking, and it’s still the inky-black tendrils of his ability holding your wrists in place, tracing down your thighs like he’s mapping pressure points.
He doesn’t move his face. Doesn’t emote. His eyes flick over your body like a surgeon measuring every twitch and whimper.
His voice is low, command-heavy.
“Breathe. Again.”
“Hold still.”
“Don’t close your eyes. I want to see you come undone.”
He never lets you touch him back. Rashomon always intercepts. Not because he doesn’t want you to—he just doesn’t know how to take softness.
To him, your moans are data. The arch of your back is intel. He’s learning you like a battlefield—and fucking hell, it’s hot in the most emotionally constipated way imaginable.
And then—you touch his hair.
It’s nothing. Barely more than a brush, your fingers slipping into the dark strands at the nape of his neck while he’s above you, concentrating, scowling.
He freezes.
Like someone pulled a trigger on a trap he didn’t realize was rigged to his spine. His breath stutters. His hand (yes, an actual hand) trembles.
You murmur something small—something soft. Maybe a “Good boy,” maybe just, “You’re doing so well.”
And he vanishes. Stiffens. Retreats. Tosses some curt excuse about a mission or Dazai or the weather before slamming a door behind him and leaving you gasping and confused.
The next time you see him? He won’t meet your eyes. His hands stay gloved. He speaks in half-sentences, as though afraid you might kiss him in broad daylight and collapse the last defenses he’s spent years building.
Until you do kiss him.
Take him by the cravat. Pull him in. Press your mouth to his with love, not hunger.
That’s when he blue-screens.
Doesn’t move. Doesn’t breathe. Doesn’t react—until, seconds later, his fingers are trembling around your waist and he’s kissing you back like you’re the first breath he’s ever drawn of clean air.
And from that moment on? All bets are off.
He becomes ravenous. Like the floodgates have opened and now he’s starving—for your body, for your touch, for the sounds you make when he presses you to his desk and hisses in your ear:
“Louder. I need to hear you.”
(Oh yeah—Akutagawa’s got an auralism kink that hits like a freight train. Your cries, your moans, your gasps when he licks you with terrifying precision? He’s rock hard from sound alone.)
He kisses you like he’s trying to memorize your lungs. Bites your shoulder to muffle his own groans.
His hands, once so hesitant, now trail reverently down your body—calloused fingers brushing your inner thighs like they might burn him if he grips too tightly.
And the first time you whimper his name? His knees almost give out.
He fucks like a man making up for lost time—sloppy, intense, possessive but never cruel. And when he cums, it’s with this raw, shaking groan, like the pleasure is tearing him apart.
Afterward, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He stays close. Hovers. Eyes you like you might disappear.
“You’re not… hurt, are you?”
You guide his head to your chest. Whisper, “I’m perfect.”
And he lays there like he might actually believe you.
The sheer insanity of how needy he becomes once he starts craving your touch.
It sneaks up on him. At first, it was tolerable. You’d kiss his cheek. Brush your fingers through his hair. Hold his hand under the table like it was no big deal. He thought he could handle it.
He cannot handle it.
Now he finds himself seeking it. Reaching out for your hand in quiet moments. Standing just a bit closer when you walk side by side. Letting his shoulder bump yours on the train even though he’s never let anyone stand that close before.
(And the second you rest your head on his shoulder? He stops breathing entirely.)
If you so much as sigh his name during a kiss? He’s on you. No thoughts. No restraint. Just gloved hands sliding under your clothes, lips on your neck, muttering, “Say it again.”
And God help you if you brush your fingers over the back of his neck—the spot right where his spine meets the edge of his hairline. He shudders. Every time. Like you just hit the kill switch on his self-control.
You start to do it on purpose.
He starts to lean into it like a cat.
At night, in private, he becomes downright clingy. You’ll wake up to find him half on top of you, one arm wrapped around your waist, his face tucked against your shoulder like he’s trying to disappear into your skin.
If you try to get up? His voice is groggy, rough:
“…Stay. A little longer.”
He doesn’t ask for affection. Not directly.
But he’ll nudge your hand toward his hair. Tilt his head to the side like a silent plea. Sit beside you and very, very quietly whisper,
“Touch me.”
And when you do? He sighs. Actually sighs. Like he’s finally breathing again.
Sex becomes less about dominance and more about being close. About skin. Contact. Hands on your hips, on your chest, on your face.
His kisses go from rough to hungry—as if he’s trying to memorize the shape of your mouth.
He starts to memorize you too. The exact angle your head tips when you’re about to lean in and kiss him. The way your breath catches when his fingers graze the inside of your thigh.
And when he starts craving it?
He’ll take you by the hand, bring you into the shadows of a back hallway, and whisper:
“I need you. Now.”
Rashomon still helps. Still flares out and restrains you sometimes. But it’s no longer about control. It’s about keeping you close. Holding you where he can touch you, kiss you, feel you.
You’ve become the one thing in his life he can’t stand to be without.
The First Time You Give Him Aftercare…You expected to have to ask him to slow down. To breathe. To lie down after.
What you didn’t expect was how quiet he gets.
Not cold. Not distant. Just… still. Tension thick under the surface. A storm not yet spent.
He always checks on you first.
Pulls his gloves back on. Helps you redress in stiff, silent motions.
“Are you… hurt?” he asks, eyes flicking over your skin like it’s a damage report.
You tell him you’re okay. Kiss his cheek. Whisper, “Now let me take care of you.”
He stares at you like you just spoke a language he doesn’t know.
“…I don’t need it,” he mutters.
You cup his face, run your thumb along the sharp line of his cheekbone.
“I didn’t ask if you needed it. I’m doing it because I want to.”
You get him a warm towel. Gently clean the marks left on his skin—nail crescents on his hips, love bites blooming at his collar. He watches every motion, frozen, like he’s afraid to breathe.
He can’t make eye contact. Not until you tuck him against your chest, fingers combing through his hair, and whisper something so small and sweet it nearly breaks him:
“You don’t always have to be strong with me.”
And that’s when he shakes. Just barely. Not quite crying. But trembling.
You kiss his hair. Rub circles into his back. Stroke the muscles in his arm until his fingers unclench.
And slowly—slowly—he begins to relax into you.
His breath evens. His body stops bracing.
You whisper, “You’re safe. I’ve got you.”
He murmurs, barely audible: “…Thank you.”
Aftercare for you is harder for him to grasp. He tries—but it’s clumsy at first.
He offers you water with trembling hands. Wipes your brow with the stiff grace of a man who’s read about tenderness but never felt it.
But he learns.
You show him how to hold you without urgency. How to be present with you, not just for you.
And when you kiss him afterward—slow, unhurried, gentle—he exhales like a man who’s just learned the word love in a language only your touch can translate.
The second time he lets you care for him, he doesn’t flinch when you pull him into your lap.
The third time, he asks—quietly.
“Will you hold me again?”
By the fourth time?
He’s the one guiding you to bed after. Curling around you protectively. Whispering,
“You were perfect.”
It’s still awkward. Still a little stiff. But it’s his way of saying:
I’m yours. You showed me how to rest. And now I’ll never stop wanting to rest with you.
Outside the bedroom, He doesn’t get jealous. He gets… observant. Watchful.
Someone talks to you for a little too long? Leans too close? That gloved hand is suddenly placed—casually, perfectly—at the small of your back.
His fingers curl, just slightly.
“Are you done?” he asks the third party without looking at them.
(You swear the air temperature drops ten degrees.)
You wear something a little more revealing than usual on a mission. Nothing scandalous. Just enough to draw a few lingering glances.
He says nothing.
But you feel Rashomon wrap lightly around your wrist while you’re walking beside him.
A soft tug.
A silent reminder: Mine.
You reel back laughing at something Tachihara says.
Akutagawa doesn’t interrupt. Doesn’t raise his voice.
He just steps closer behind you, mouth near your ear, voice low as sin:
“Tell me—does he make you gasp for air like I do when I have my mouth between your thighs?”
You choke. Tachihara smirks at both of you, shooting a smarmy wink your way before he backs off. Akutagawa’s still glaring.
In bed, it’s different. Hotter. Worse.
You think you’re in charge for a second—riding him, grinding slow, teasing him with praise.
Then his voice drops:
“You want to play coy, now? After the way you screamed for me last night?”
And suddenly Rashomon is bracing your hips down, grinding you into him at his pace, until you’re gasping and cursing and his name is the only thing in your mouth.
He doesn’t like being separated on missions. Even if it’s strategic. Even if it’s necessary.
“You’re better at recon,” you argue.
He shrugs. “You’re better at staying alive when I’m nearby.”
If someone else touches you, even innocently—a teammate brushing your arm, a hand on your back in a crowd—he notices.
You always know because he touches you back in the exact same spot ten minutes later.
Slow. Deliberate.
Like he’s rewriting it.
And if you stray too far during a joint op? Oh, he’ll find you. He always does.
Silent as a shadow, he appears at your side, eyes sharp.
“Don’t stray far again,” he murmurs.
You try to play it off—“I was only across the street.”
His hand slides to your waist. Pulls you in close.
“I mean it.”
He doesn’t say “mine”—he acts it.
In the weight of his stare when someone else makes you laugh.
In the curve of Rashomon around your ankle beneath the table.
In the way he whispers your name in your ear when you’re close to coming—
“Only I get to see you like this.”
And when you finally whisper back, “I’m yours”?
The look in his eyes isn’t just possessive. It’s worshipful.
Like he knows he doesn’t deserve you.
And like he’ll destroy anyone who thinks they could.
𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: Sigma wanted to try new things with you - things that made his head swirl with images of you laid out for him while stuffed full with a jeweled buttplug and fluffy handcuffs latched to your wrists.
warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, fem!reader, slight dom!sigma (but not really), sex toys (vibrator, handcuffs, & buttplug), consent checks, dirty talk, body worship, clit play, slight fingering, slight cunnilingus, petnames (sweetheart, darling, good girl), sigma fucks you with the vibrator, he's v sensual.
a/n: hope you meant this in a way where fem!reader gets pampered with the sexy toys cuz that's what i wrote. now if you meant sigma getting pampered (i'd be happy to write that too, im versatile with the man) wc: 600ish.
v-day m.list | m.list
thirst count: 1
divider credit: @hitobaby & @firefly-graphics
“What do you think of this, hun?” Sigma asked from across the bed, nervousness unreeling from him. You two had just gotten back from your lovely dinner date at one of the most esteemed restaurants in the Sky Casino and during the evening, he brought up a few ideas with a bit of a flustered expression.
The topic that had been sprung up, much more prominent than the others, was being more dominant in bed. Specifically with sex toys scattered about at the end of the mattress, varying in different kinks that made your head spin. Sigma wasn’t normally the type of take charge, a sensual love making always preferred rather than the hard, fast fucking that a lot of couples partook in.
But, recently– Sigma had been desperate.
As he watched you from the other side of the table during your date, all he could think about was how sexy you’d look splayed out for him; your figure cuffed and quivering from insatiable pleasure. It made him dizzy, his leg immediately crossing over the other as he tried to hide his erection underneath the napkin that sat against his lap. A quiet sigh escaped him every once in a while as he listened to your stories before he welled up enough courage to ask you how you felt about other sexual endeavors in bed.
And the fluffy pink handcuffs kept you still on the bed, your ass firm in the air with your knees unsteadily holding you in place as he wedged a maroon jeweled buttplug into you. It fit inside you perfectly, nudging you full and you inadvertently clenched around it– and around nothing as your poor cunt ached for something, anything. Sigma hadn’t so much as touched you there yet, too enamored by the intricacies of the sex toys he had bought for you.
Your cunt drooled for him as he clicked on and off one of the vibrators that had been placed on the bed– all lined up neatly in a row, begging to be used on you. “S-Sigma…”
“Yes, sweetheart?” You felt the strands of his hair fall against your face as he leaned over to kiss against your back. “Are you doing okay?”
You nodded quickly, his hands trailing down the backs of your thighs– they felt soft and slender against your flesh and two of his fingers eased into you, a satisfied hum sounding near your ear. “Ah, you’re so wet already…”
He picked up the vibrator that sat pliant between your legs, turning it on and rubbing it up towards your inner thigh, a jolt shuddering through your body. Sigma pressed it against your clit as his fingers slipped out of you to steady you as you wobbled slightly from the buzzing sensation. His hand fell to your hip and he became eye level with your pussy now, watching you drip more of your arousal against the satin toy– it glistened now as he rubbed it the head against your entrance, what if he just delved it straight in? Would you jerk from the intrusion or would you fuck back against it like it was his own cock?
“You’re doing so well for me…” He praised as he pushed the toy into you slightly, letting you gasp out into the pillow with a broken moan. “That’s it… taking it so well, darling.”
You didn’t know what overcame him– this was all sorts of new for you two and you weren’t complaining as you felt the toy vibrate inside you, pulling whimpers and moans from your mouth. His pointed tongue dove to circle at your clit and that’s when you lost it– clenching the toys so damn hard that you saw stars.
˚➶ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — female reader, n/sfw content (mdni), fluff + crack some of y'all will get second hand embarrassment, prolly the only thing i'll write about period sex, breaking the bed, spicy cunnilingus, accidental anal, reader hits her head in one of these but dw it's fine, overall just some silly stuff ! wc for each character is like 300-400 words long :) not proofread !
˚➶ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 — i've been putting this off for too long 💀 anyways, happy reading and enjoy ! also is it tetchou or tecchou idfk how to spell this dude's name 😭
"Nghh - fuuck— you're s'good at this, angel—" Dazai moaned, encouraging you to bounce on him faster. He had you in reverse cowgirl— watching your ass bounce on his pelvis as you jumped up and down on his cock, desperately trying to chase that release you've been working for.
"Feels— feels so g-good!" You cried out, pretty nails digging into his thigh, making him let out a pornographic moan - which made you clench on him even more.
Dazai groaned, grabbing handfuls of your ass and spreading them apart to see the mouthwatering view of your cunt greedily swallowing his cock. That's when he saw little streaks of blood coating his cock - mixed with your slick and his precum... and he realized that you must be starting your period.
If Dazai was being completely honest - he didn't really care about the blood, and no way he was stopping right now— when you're riding him so deliciously and looking so fucking sexy while doing it - he'd be insane (like he isn't already) if he were to stop you now. Plus, he didn't want you to get embarrassed— no, that's the last thing he wanted.
He definitely told you after sex, though. He was like, "oh yeah, you're on your period, by the way." It kind of shocked you how casual he was about it - which he noticed, of course. He'd laugh at your bewildered face, chuckling as you ask him if he's not grossed out. He'd wave you off, "sweetheart, do you think i'm a boy? Trust me, a little bit of blood doesn't bother me."
You were about to reply when a cramp hit you straight in the guts - making you hiss out and curl into yourself in pain. Dazai frowned, quickly sitting next to you to brush your hair out of your face - "you alright, sweet girl?" You groaned in response, "mm - yeah, j-just these damn period cramps are killing me."
Dazai pretended to think for a bit, even rubbing his finger on his chin to add the extra effect, making you roll your eyes at his silly antics. he looked deep in thought for a moment until you heard him snapping his finger, pointing at you with a wink - "aha! I know exaaactly how to get rid of your cramps." Your eyebrows pinched together at his words, knowing it's gonna be something dumb.
"Let's go for another roun— oumph!" You threw a pillow at him, resulting him falling backwards on his butt. "I knew you were gonna say that!" You groaned, kicking your legs - snickering at the way he rubs his bottom. "Gosh, you are just the meanest, aren't you?" He whined - making you giggle, "oh? well, that would make you the horniest!"
"Hey! I was serious - it really works— oumph!"
You were currently face-down, ass-up on Chuuya's lavish bed— as he pushed your face further into the pillow, cunt greedily sucking his fat cock in. He didn't even bother with taking off your clothes— just ripping them and grumbling about buying you new ones when you went to protest.
"Argh— shhiiiit- takin' m-me s'well, babydoll," growling, he pulled you up by your hair - back against his chest and fuck, you could feel him in the deepest part of you - hammering inside of your puffy pussy while reaching a free hand to play with that tiny clit. "Chuuya— C-chuuya!" You squealed, face landing on the pillow with an "oof!" as he pushed you back against it. "S-shut it, fu—ck! 'yer so tight," he almost whimpered, hand untangling itself from your hair to pinch and tweak at your nipples - before landing a mean smack on your ass.
He was speeding up - almost at an inhuman pace, as the headboard continuously slammed against the wall. But the both of you failed to notice the cracking noise - too lost in the pleasure, before the bed came crashing down.
'fuck, you're doin' so good ba— whAT THE FUCK—?!" Chuuya screeched as you both fell on the floor along with the broken bed. "Shit - are you okay, baby?" He quickly checked you for any injuries— only to see that you were still dazed, your mouth agape and eyes glossed over— too cockdrunk to even process that the bed broke.
“Argh— fuck it,” he thought, just going back to pounding your cunt as if it didn’t just break down. Making his pretty girl gush all over him was way more important— and plus, he could easily buy another bed.
You scolded him after getting your back blown out. But he couldn’t care less, if he was being completely honest.
In reality, it actually turned him on even more— his new goal from now on is breaking the bed everytime while fucking - from the sheer force of it. So um.. goodluck walking..?
You were cuddled up on the couch with your boyfriend of 6 months, watching a cute movie when you suddenly felt something stiff poking against your ass— how cute, you thought - biting your lip as you ground back against him, earning a sharp gasp from Atsushi.
Things escalated from that to you being on top of him— fervently making out, shy fingers digging into the plush of your hips as you continued grinding on his dick— moaning into each other's mouths.
Eventually you ended up on your back, with Atsushi rutting into you fast and hard as you threw your head back. He was inexperienced— but you had to say, what he lacked in technique, he made up for in enthusiasm. His face was buried in your neck, letting out puffs of hot air as he suppressed the urge to bite down on your shoulder and mark you up— he didn't want to hurt or scare you off.
"Oh— god, 'sushi that feels so—" you moaned, lips parting as you silently begged for a kiss - to which he gladly complied. "Fuck— yes, s'good—!" Atsushi moaned, eyes rolling back slightly as you clamped down on him further, you were close and so was he.
But somehow, he managed to slip out of your tight cunt— making him whine and quickly try to push it back in, desperate to feel your warm walls around him again. He slipped in with some issues— it felt like you had gotten tighter but he didn't mind. Holy shit though, it felt so much warmer and tighter no— "OW OW—! ATSUSHI!"
He immediately jumped upon hearing your pained shriek, "what's wro—" "Pull out - right now!" You sneered, glaring at him as he complied. "That was the wrong hole— you idiot!" You scolded, but your gaze got softer when you saw him sulking - he didn't mean to hurt you!
"I- I'm so sorry— it just accidentally slipped out a-and then I tried to push it back in and—" he was speaking really fast, trying his best to explain himself before you put your hand up, palm against his chest.
"I get it— sorry for yelling at you," you sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck as you climbed onto his lap. He nodded, still sulking because he felt so guilty— god, he just can't do anything righ—
"Don't beat yourself up for it, okay? It wasn't your fault," you spoke as if you could read his mind, making him relax his tensed shoulders as he nodded.
..You two just decided to continue the movie and cuddle the night away.
Akutagawa had you backed up against some large shelves inside a storage room, while you two were on a mission. He'd normally prefer to have you somewhere else— somewhere more private and comfortable but you just had to be a damn tease the whole fucking day, and now he's finally got his hands on you.
"So— fucking— desperate—" each word that fell from his chapped lips were accompanied by a mean thrust, the tip of his cock brushing against that one spot inside of your walls. He had you completely trapped against the large set of shelves with rashōmon— leaving you with no ways to escape him. "Haah— d-did a little bending g-get you this worked u-up?" You added fuel to the fire— making his right eye twitch in annoyance, what a lousy mouth you had.
He said nothing, though— only speeding his pace up, as heavy breaths and pants left him— an unusual flush spread across his cheeks. "You really— shit!— d-don't know when to shut the fuck up," he growled, as a pale hand found your tits— slapping the jiggling fat before landing a harsh slap to each.
Your back arched with each pound of his hips into your gooey cunt— both of you feeling lightheaded from the pleasure circulating through your veins. So lightheaded in fact, you both somehow failed to notice the heavy book on top one of the shelves inching closer and closer towards the very edge— a small impact against the wood would most likely make it fall.
"oh— AkuOWW—!" And fall it did— right on top of your head before it bounced off and fell on the floor. You yelled in pain, the dull pain making you head throb. Akutagawa just...paused— eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights. He didn't know what to say— should he ask if you're okay? He's never been good at this stuff — so he just.. kinda... stood there and stared.
Made sure you're alright after he was over the initial shock, though — telling you that you should've seen it coming, earning him a few curses from you.
Tetchou had you spread on the couch, strong hands holding your thighs against your chest, giving him a perfect view of the soaked cunt he was about to devour.
"You look so pretty between my legs," you cooed, running your fingers through his burgundy locks. "Yeah? Well, I wish you could see my view, gorgeous girl," he spoke while nibbling the insides of your thighs— placing sloppy, open mouthed kisses wherever his lips could reach. His face was lightly flushed pink — your praises always made him hot and bothered, it encouraged him to do even better — make you feel even better.
A small moan caught in your throat when your boyfriend slowly peeled away the slick-soaked panties from your juicy cunt, pulling them down your legs before flinging them off somewhere. The cold night air hitting your bare sex made you try to clench your thighs back together — but to no avail, as Tetchou kept them apart firmly. He felt himself salivating at the sight of your exposed cunt — wanting to dive right in.
And dive right in he did, licking a fat stripe up your cunt, collecting your juices on his tongue before smearing them all over your clit, feeling your thighs shake and tummy clench at the stimulation. "Don't hold them back f'me," he let out a muffled grunt. "Your moans — don't hold 'em back," he clarified, before shamelessly shaking his head back and forth on your cunt — causing you to arch your back as your fingers tightened their grip on his hair.
"A-ah, Tetchou—" you threw your head back with a whine, trying to lift your hips up to grind into his mouth, to which he responded to by pushing you even further into the couch, "don't move," he panted, basically growling into your pussy. He couldn't help but hump into the couch — way too turned on by your pleasure.
It was all going great — amazing even, until you felt a light burn on your cunt, confusion lacing all your features. It didn't take long for the burning sensation to build up — the pleasure slowly disappearing, as discomfort kicked in.
"W-wait — Tetchou," you panted, trying to pull his head away from your aching (literally) cunt. Tetchou only growled in response, latching onto your pussy harder — you knew better than to interrupt him during a meal.
But it fucking burned! So you just yelled out, "it burns!" And felt him immediately pause — slowly lifting his head from the spot between your thighs and looking utterly confused, "what?"
"I — I don't know, but my pussy fucking burns," you snapped, worry laced all over your features.
Then suddenly, a look of realization mixed with mortification fills your boyfriend's face. You cocked an eyebrow at him, "what is it?"
"... I forgot I ate those... spicy noodles and... some of the sauce was probably still on my lips...."
“Don’t even go there.” He stated rather hastily, with a soft sigh. Leaning back on the pillows of his hospital bed, he took a few minutes of silence before he spoke again.
“You wouldn’t understand..” He muttered, pushing at the blankets that were on him to paw them off.
“Understand what?” You asked in retaliation, unable to understand his gruff attitude. He had almost died in a fight and here he was with the same disposition as if he’s fine.
What he even going to respond?
“That I want to protect you.”
He mumbled his words, looking to the side and not daring to meet your gaze. It was clear he was embarrassed by this, yet at the same time wanting to share by the now gripping on the blankets for support. Calloused hands opposing the soft sheets.
“Even if it’s at the cost of my life. I don’t want to see you get hurt..”
He knew he was being soft once more, but he didn’t care. His mind was set on this.
“I’d rather be on my deathbed than see you even with a scratch on your body.”
There was a tense silence in the room and he had thought you wouldn’t respond.
“Is it truly impossible for you to assume that I feel the same?”
Oh… Maybe he had found the person who was just as stubborn as he was in love.
As of late my Tumblr page has just been rants and Keith shadis post but I just wanted to bring this up because I feel like the quality of jjk smaus have gone down over time.
Incase you couldn't tell by the title of this post, JJK smaus (and smaus in general) feel extremely AI now. And I know AI steals from actual writers and that could contribute to the feeling, but smaus have started to feel like screenshots of AI chatbots, from extremely out of character texts, odd grammar, and repeating texts/ restating the same sentence over and over (example: character:hi! Im eating dinner! YN response:blah blah character: idk im eating dinner. And so on)
Although this could be chalked up to nonproofread smaus or inexperienced writers since a lot of jjk smaus (atleast from what ive seen) are made by new writers.
That being said, the influx of inexperienced writers could also be what's leading to more AI fics, because why learn how to write for a character when you can just throw a prompt into a machine and get it back? The amount of new users being overwhelmed by experienced users (that are amazing and dont use AI) are contributing yo the downfall of fanfiction as a whole
Ive also been seeing a lot of gen ai fics on ao3 and Tumblr, usually posted by people who plug their posts with so many tags and hide the "AI tag" at the very end", and fics being tagged with genai and smau posts forgetting to crop the "this is an ai chatbot not a real person" message.
Id like to add that i am not writing to discourage new writers. I believe new writers should feel welcomed by their respective community instead of being discouraged by larger artists. But I am begging you do not flood a place that is so uniquely human with ai slop.
Hey could you make a chuuya x fem reader where chuuya likes to spank the reader ass
I would like to sfw and nsfw but if you don't want you can just nsfw (I would be grateful for these two🤓) I would also like to ask for headcanons and scenarios or just scenarios <3 take care of you I love your writing asf😭
SFW above the cut, NSFW under the cut!!
Chuuya is an ass guy. He loves 'em big or small, as long as it's nice and round and has a good jiggle when he smacks it. He's the kind of guy who hates to see you leave, but loves to watch you walk away, if you know what I mean ;)
When you started dating and being out as a couple, he would slide his hand into your back pocket, or just rest it on your butt, while you two were standing or walking around. He likes to hold you close and make it very evident to everyone around that you're his.
Sometimes when you act goofy or unserious, or if you're being mopey and he's trying to cheer you up, or even if he's just passing you in the hallway he'll reach out and give you a quick swat on the ass. Not too hard of course, barely enough to sting, but just enough to get a little jiggle and put a little pep in your step. Most of the time it makes you giggle or wink at him, sometimes you roll your eyes or tell him to keep his hands to himself.
Sometimes he tells you that you belong to him, so he is keeping his hands to himself, really. After all, your ass is his to play with. It makes you horny quick. He normally doesn't act like you're his property in any regard, unless he wants to tear that pussy up, then he's gonna make damn sure you know who's doing it.
He likes to bend you over his big fancy desk in his office and pull your skirt up so he has a good view of your ass as he squeezes it and smacks it and makes it jiggle and turn red. He will never waste this opportunity, so wearing a skirt is basically a signal that you're down to fuck in his office that day. He'll keep smacking and smacking, until you're squirming and saying it's getting too sensitive, then he kicks your ankles (gently) to make you spread your legs. He pushes your panties to the side and teases his fingers over your cunt without dipping them inside.
"You're awfully wet, darlin'," he says, smearing it all across your labia. He might spread your lips a little to collect a bit more wetness and tease you with the small rush of cold air and the feeling of his fingers so so close to your clit and your core without actually touching either. "All I did was spank ya. You like being spanked, don't you?"
You whine a soft "yeah" and he reaches up, spanks you hard and demands you be louder.
"Yeah!" you moan, much louder than before and trying to be clear. "I do like it, I do."
"Good," he says, rubbing and squeezing your ass, which honestly makes the sting worse at first but it gradually dissipates. "Like having your ass played with too? You better 'cause I sure like playing with it."
"Yes," you sigh. "I like when you touch my ass. I like when other people see you do it so they know it's yours."
If you could see the giant smirk that crosses his mouth, ohhhhhhh boy. You have no idea what you've just invited him to do.
"I'll keep that in mind, doll. I will certainly keep that in mind."
Could I ask for chuuya and dazai (separately) x fem reader where the reader wears a low skirt at work and bends down to get something and how the guys would react? Nsfw ofc
I only did Dazai because I got really carried away, oops.
Have 2.3k of unedited, filthy dazai + coworker!reader smut. MDNI!!
You’ve wanted Dazai for quite a while. He’s so hot, and he’s silly, and sometimes he can be really nice and suave. The fact that his eyes linger on you heavily every time you wear a short skirt or a low-cut blouse only make you want him more because it sure seems like he might be interested in you too. You don’t talk to him a lot unfortunately given that he’s not in the office every day, and you’re Kunikida’s secretary, but sometimes he does linger by your desk and chat with you (until Kunikida runs him off), or when the whole office goes out for lunch he’ll sit at your table with you, Naomi, and Junichiro. Once when you were sitting across from each other you even swore that he had to have known that his leg was against yours, forcing your legs slightly wider apart as he slid his further and further toward the outside of the booth. Any time you looked at him while he did this, he would just quirk the corner of his lip up in a smile and turn back to the conversation. There was sexual tension between the two of you, there had to be.
One day you’d had enough of being the shocked one, you wanted to be bold to see if you could get him to break and finally invite you back to his place after work. You put on a button-up blouse that “accidentally” lost its top two buttons, your shortest skirt, a red silk thong that was definitely part of a lingerie set, and you made sure to put on some extra perfume so he’d smell it any time you got near him. Now you just needed the opportunity to get his attention.
He was late to the office, as always. He casually walked in, hands in his pockets, a smirk on his face as usual 45 minutes after he was supposed to be there. You say nothing to him, as usual, not wanting to draw any unnecessary attention. Kunikida already gave you an uncomfortable glance-over this morning and offered to sew your buttons back on if you still had them--you couldn’t risk him looking at you and seeing the sultry look in your eye when you greeted Dazai.
He saw you, though. Dazai. His eyes locked onto yours as he took his jacket off and slung it over the back of his chair. He very obviously trailed his eyes down to your chest, and you sat up straighter and tucked a bit of hair behind your ear, watching him watch you. You weren’t backing down, and he noticed.
Maybe that’s why he declined the offer to go to lunch with the group later that afternoon. You also declined, telling a little while lie to Kunikida that you had plans with friends at a different restaurant, so you’d be leaving in a few minutes to go your own way. Kunikida is sharp, but Dazai is sneaky, and you’d never mentioned to your boss how Dazai’s eyes defile you every time you show a bit of skin. If he’d known, he wouldn’t have ever left you two alone in the office.
A couple of minutes after everyone was gone, you got up and crossed the room to Dazai’s desk pod under the guise of putting something on Atsushi’s nearby desk. As you approached, Dazai “accidentally” swiped a pencil off the edge of his desk right into your path.
“Oops,” he said lowly. You glance at him over your shoulder and give him a half smile.
“I got it.” Normally you’d squat or crouch down to prevent anyone from seeing your butt, but that’s not the goal today. You have an objective.
You slowly bend over at the waist, reaching for the pencil with your fingertips. You can tell the exact second your panties become visible, because Dazai hisses and leans back in his chair.
“Fuck,” he sighs. Before you’ve even stood back up, his hand is on your ass, pushing the curve of it up from the bottom to make it jiggle.
“Dazai-san,” you say sweetly as you fully stand and turn toward him. You hold the pencil out toward him and he grabs it quickly, throwing it onto the desk. His hands are on your hips then, pulling your skirt up so he can feel your soft, supple skin.
“Tell me you want me,” he demands, stilling his hands but holding you in place.
“You first,” you say, reaching out to trace your fingertips along his jaw. There’s a look in his eye you’ve never seen before. A type of hunger you’ve only dreamed about him having for you.
“I’ll fuck you on this desk right now,” he swears in that low, calm voice. It makes you wet just to hear him say such a lewd thing to you.
“You can cum inside,” you coo, and that’s what does it. He stands so suddenly that his chair is knocked backwards with a loud crashing noise. His lips are on yours, kissing you hard and fast and desperate. His hands grope your ass, squeezing and massaging and using the leverage to force you against his body, to feel his hard-on though his pants.
You waste no time fumbling with the bottom of his shirt, pulling it loose from his pants. You unbuckle his belt, unzip his fly, and shove your hand inside, feeling his cock straining against his underwear. He moans against your mouth, and you let out an involuntary whine. You’ve wanted to hear that sound for so long.
“I’m surprised Kunikida left you alone with me,” Dazai mumbles, pushing you back just a little until you hit his desk and sit on it. He spreads your thighs so he can stand between them, then he starts teasing his long, deft fingers over your clothed heat. “He’s always on my ass telling me not to be inappropriate with you.”
“Oh?” you ask shakily, still trying to feel him up though he’s got you distracted now with his feather-light touches.
“Mmm,” he hums, taking his hands away from you. He pushes his pants and boxers down enough to free his cock, and you can’t help but to stare at it. You hoped it would be big, maybe even taken a few long glances at his crotch while he slept unknowingly on the breakroom couch. But it’s even bigger than you expected, and your pussy flutters with anticipation. “I think Kunikida wants to make a proper lady out of you.”
“Proper ladies don’t fuck their coworkers in the office,” you say, pulling your panties to the side. Dazai watches you and licks his lips, giving his cock a few strokes. He reaches forward, slides two of his fingers up your slit and groans.
“You’re so fucking wet.”
“I wanna fuck you so bad,” you admit, leaning back onto your hands. You both moan to some degree when his fingers slide into you.
“The feeling is mutual,” he mumbles back. He gives a few pumps, a few twists, before pulling back out and smearing your slick wetness all over the head of his cock. Then, with urgency, he lines his tip up with your pussy and teases for just a few seconds, collecting more of your natural lube so he can slide in smoothly.
“Dazai,” you whine, squirming, trying to get closer. He says nothing as he pushes forward slowly, pulling out just a bit, then continuing in until he’s almost completely buried in you.
“Fuck,” he moans, dropping his head down. He can’t stop looking at your pussy taking his cock in. “You’re so fucking hot. God, this pussy is so tight.” You whine and moan, leaning back more until you bump into his computer.
“Get this shit out of the way,” he mumbles, annoyed, as he reaches behind you and shoves stacks of papers and his computer monitor to the side with reckless abandon until you have room to lay on his desk and pull your knees up and to the side. You’re at the perfect level now for him to start drilling you, and oh does he.
The once quiet office is filled with wet squelches and skin slapping skin as he fucks you, holding you by the hips so you can’t slide away from him. He fucks you hard and quick and dirty. He fucks you all the way to the hilt, stuffing you full and letting his balls smack against your ass. You’re so wet that it covers his cock all the way to the base and starts to make a sticky ring against his body.
“Oh, Dazai,” you moan. “Shit-- Fuck-- oh, you’re so fucking big.”
“Good fucking pussy,” he huffs out. He reaches up with one hand and starts palming your tit, massaging and squeezing. “I’m gonna fill you up with my cum. You’re gonna like that, huh? Gonna sit at your desk all day doing work for Kunikida with my cum in your pussy.”
“Yeah,” you whine loudly. You manage to pull another two buttons free and Dazai takes advantage, reaching inside to knead your boob and pinch your nipple, making you moan even more. “Fuck me so good, Dazai. Make me cum, please.”
“Oh, I’ll make you cum, baby, but I’m not done with you yet.”
He pulls out of you then and you whine at the loss of his thick cock buried deep in you. He leans down, pushing your shirt and bra to the side to suck on your tits. He swirls his tongue around, suckling and nipping with his teeth while his other hand tweaks your nipple and massages. After a minute he switches, giving equal attention to the other breast. You take the opportunity to run your hands through his hair, scratching at his scalp and pulling on his hair.
“They’ll be back in fifteen,” you warn him. “We don’t have a lot of time.”
“Mmm, but there’s so much fun to be had,” he sighs, resting his face in the valley between your breasts. “Do you live in the ADA dorms?”
“No, I have a roommate across town.”
“Tell them you’re staying with a friend tonight.”
He stands up and takes your hands, pulling you up too. You’re afraid he’s gonna stop here, but instead he turns you around, kisses down your neck, and then firmly pushes your shoulders down so you’re bent over his desk. Without another word he lines up with your hole again and enters you quickly. He sets a brutal pace, utilizing long, hard thrusts to make you feel the full extent of his cock. It’s so long and such a nice girth that it fills you completely, stretching your walls so nicely and thrumming against your cervix with every thrust. Once again the office is full of the sounds of skin slapping skin, your pussy squelching every time he enters you, and a steady stream of moans and curses from both of you.
“You’re gonna cum with me,” he says after a few minutes reaching around your hip to feel you up. He finds your clit in only a few seconds and rubs it frantically while still fucking you hard, trying to suddenly overwhelm your nerves to make you cum hard, and fuck does it work.
“Dazai,” you call his name loudly as a warning, whimpering and whining while pushing back against him. “I’m gonna cum, Dazai, fuck, I can’t stop--”
“--Cum,” he commands. “Cum all over this fat cock, princess.”
Your orgasm wracks your body, making your knees shake and your thighs tremble. You cum, slightly squirting, making even more juices squish out of your pussy as he fucks you through your orgasm. The pulsing of your walls as you cum squeezes Dazai’s cock so good, making him cum too, spurting ropes of his seed deep into you. He stays buried to the hilt, grinding against you, for several seconds after you’ve both worked through your orgasms. When he finally pulls back, he holds you down by your hips so he can watch cum drip out of your pussy and onto the floor. He swipes some of it onto his fingers and reaches around, holding it in front of your lips.
“Open,” he says, and you do, sticking your tongue out and taking his fingers in, sucking the cum and other fluids off his fingers. “Good girl,” he says, rubbing his other hand on your ass. After he finally pulls his fingers out of your mouth, he readjusts your panties so they cover your abused cunt.
“You’re gonna leak through your panties,” he says, finally allowing you to stand back up. “Gonna leave a damp spot on your chair by the end of the day so you have a reminder of me.”
“Good,” you say, buttoning your blouse again. “And I’d love to come over tonight, by the way. I’ll tell my roommate not to expect me until late.”
Dazai smiles and finishes tucking himself back into his pants. He also kneels down and uses a tissue to wipe the cum off the floor.
“Only a few minutes left,” he says when he stands back up. “Clean yourself up and get ready.”
“What about your desk? We really messed it up.”
“Don’t worry about it, just go sit at your desk like a good girl.” He presses a firm kiss to your lips then pats your ass so you’ll get moving. He sighs wistfully, climbs on top of his desk, and lays over it, draping himself all the way across Atsushi’s desk as well. Now the mess looks like another dramatic Dazai performance that no one even questions when they come back from lunch.
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