helloooo!! can i please request a f!reader x ada dazai and chuuya(separately) scenario where reader comes back after traveling abroad for a while due to work (being a model + very fem reader) and now they're together at home, talking about things that happened and cuddling each other and it leads to soft/vanilla loving making and then gets slightly rougher w/ praise and aftercare at the end? (also i LOVE your writing♡)
⊹ ꒰🍷🩹꒱ ˖ 𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓗𝓸𝓶𝓮 — 𝓒𝓱𝓾𝓾𝔂𝓪 & 𝓓𝓪𝔃𝓪𝓲 𝔁 𝓕𝓮𝓶!𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻
cw: cuddling, fluff to nsfw, smut, soft/vanilla sex turning into slightly rougher sex, nipple play, praising, creampie, jerking DICK, fingering, oral, model & feminine!reader
a/n: hi lovely tysm! enjoy! ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 and y'all.. ooo.. this is looong , so eat up </3
you slipped through the front door of the apartment just after dusk, the faint click of the lock echoing in the quiet space. the familiar scent of aged leather and faint cologne wrapped around you immediately—home. weeks abroad had stretched longer than either of you liked, but the runway circuits and photoshoots were finally finished. your suitcase thumped softly against the wall as you kicked off your heels.
chuuya was already there, leaning in the doorway to the living room, coat discarded and sleeves rolled up. his eyes—sharp, relieved—dragged over you, taking in the soft waves of your hair, the curve of your figure still hugged by the simple dress you’d traveled in. “took you long enough,” he said, voice low and rough around the edges, but the corner of his mouth lifted.
you crossed the room without answering, letting him pull you in. his arms were solid, one hand pressing at the small of your back while the other slid into your hair. for a long minute you just stood there, breathing each other in.
“missed you,” you murmured, nuzzling into his neck.
“yeah.. me too.” he tilted your chin up, kissing you once—slow, grounding—before guiding you to the couch.
you settled into his lap, your legs draped across his thighs, the soft fabric of your dress riding up slightly, his hand resting on your hip. the apartment lights were low, casting warm shadows across the room. his other arm wrapped around your back, fingers tracing lazy patterns along your spine through the thin material. for several long minutes, neither of you spoke much. you simply just.. existed, foreheads close with the steady beat of his heart under your palm.
“tell me about the last shoot,” he murmured eventually, low and rough like gravel wrapped in velvet. his thumb brushed slow circles on your hip bone, dipping just under the hem of your dress. “you looked incredible in those photos.”
you smiled, tilting your head to press a kiss to the corner of his jaw. “chaotic. the photographer kept changing concepts last minute, and the heels were murder on the cobblestone streets. but the light there… it made everything feel golden. I kept wishing you were there to see it in person.” your fingers played with the collar of his shirt, unbuttoning the top one absently as you spoke.
chuuya hummed in response, his hand sliding higher up your thigh, warm and deliberate. “i saw the ones you sent. nearly lost my mind staring at them. i was lucky i wasn't in a meeting.” he turned his head, capturing your lips in a slow kiss that lingered. It started soft—mouths brushing, tasting, relearning—deepening as you shifted closer to straddle him, your chest pressing against his. when he pulled back, his eyes were darker, pupils blown wide. “missed having you here. this place is too quiet without your voice filling it.”
you let your hand drift down his chest, feeling the firm muscle beneath. “i missed this too. missed you touching me like you own every inch.” the words came out hushed, intimate. his grip on your thigh tightened just a fraction in response, and he kissed you again, hungrier this time. tongues met, slow and exploratory, as the conversation faded into soft sounds—your quiet sigh, the faint rustle of fabric.
his fingers slipped fully under your dress now, stroking the bare skin of your thigh, then higher to the curve of your ass. you arched into him, one hand threading into his copper hair. the kiss broke only so he could trail his mouth along your jaw, down the side of your neck, sucking lightly at the sensitive spot, making you shiver. “been thinking about this for a hot 'minute,” he whispered against your skin. “how you taste... how you sound when ’m inside you..”
heat rushed through your body. you tugged at his shirt until he helped you pull it off, revealing the lean, toned lines of his torso. your palms smoothed over his shoulders and down his arms, rememorizing the strength there. chuuya's hands worked your dress up and over your head in one smooth motion, leaving you in just your lingerie. he took his time looking, eyes tracing the lace that hugged your breasts and hips, the curves he’d missed so much—like he was gonna eat you up right then and there.
“pretty, so so pretty” he said simply, reverently. he leaned in, mouth closing over the lace-covered peak of one breast, tongue teasing through the fabric until you gasped. his free hand cupped the other, thumb brushing in slow circles. you whimpered, rocking against him gently, feeling him harden beneath you through his pants. the friction built gradually, rubbing on the growing wet patch of your pantjes, delicious and unhurried.
eventually, he stood with you in his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to the bedroom. the journey was punctuated by more kisses—deep, consuming ones that left your lips swollen. he laid you down on the bed with care, the sheets cool against your heated skin, stripping off the rest of his clothes before joining you, his body covering yours in a full, grounding press.
he started slow again. kisses trailed from your mouth to your throat, your collarbones, then lower. he peeled your lingerie away piece by piece—unclasping your bra, fingers hooking under the band of your underwear but not quite pulling them down—mouth following every revealed inch. when he reached your thighs, he settled between them, spreading you open with gentle hands. his tongue was warm and thorough—long, slow laps through the fabric that had you moaning softly, fingers tightening in his hair.
he took his time, sliding it down your legs before going back to make out with your pussy with a rough groan, savoring, building you up with precise flicks and sucks until your thighs trembled around his shoulders.
“chuuya…” you breathed, hips lifting toward his mouth.
he hummed in approval, looking up at you with hazy eyes—the vibration sending sparks through your spine. only when you were slick and aching enough, did he pull back, kissing his way up your body once more. he positioned himself between your legs, the blunt head of his cock nudging your entrance. he pushed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching you open with deliberate care. the sensation was overwhelming and new after so long apart—thick, hot, and perfectly filling.
a soft moan escaped your lips as he bottomed out, hips flush against yours. he stilled completely, forehead dropping to rest against yours. you could feel his heartbeat thundering where your chests pressed together, his breath mingling with yours in the small space between you.
"fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned quietly, eyes fluttering in pure bliss. his free hand slid down your side in a slow caress, tracing the curve of your waist, the flare of your hip, then back up to cup your breast. he rolled your nipple gently between his fingers, drawing another quiet mewl from you. "like we were made for this...”
you moaned in resposne—needy and desperate, wrapping your arms around his back as your fingers traced the sculpted muscles there, pulling him even closer until there wasn’t a breath of space between your bodies. “chuuya… baby.. move,” you pleaded, rolling your hips desperately under him.
he groaned at the movement, then began to rock into you with long, unhurried strokes, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. he stayed gentle and sensual for a long while. he kissed you through it all—deep, lingering kisses that matched the rhythm of his hips, breath hitching into your mouth with every thrusts. his hands roamed with adoration; one cradling your jaw, the other sliding down to guide you to meet each thrust. sweat began to sheen on your skin, but neither of you rushed—your hands explored his back, nails lightly scoring as he hit that spot inside you that made your lips fall open silently.
ninutes stretched like that, soft slaps and low groans filling the room. you dragged your legs higher around him, pulling him impossibly closer as you lost yourselves in each other. your hands roamed over his body freely, down the dip of his spine, over the firm curve of his ass, encouraging him to press deeper—his back arched under your gentle hands, you whispered his name like a prayer, and he answered with more praise.
"god, you're so beautiful beneath me.." he moaned, head dropping into the dip of your neck. "so tight and perfect.. fuck baby," he intertwined his hand with yoursz, grinding it onto the mattress besides your head, "love this pretty pussy," he thrusted just a bit harder, "love the sounds you make, love all of you.."
your bodies moved as one—the heat of his skin, the scent of him, the way his copper hair fell messily across his forehead as he gazed down at you with dazed, adoring eyes, it was intoxicating. but the weeks apart had left you aching for more. the gentle pace, while intimate and loving, soon turned torturous. your hips began to rock up impatiently, chasing more. chuuya noticed immediately,
“baby…” you exhaled, voice breathier. “please… I need it harder. 'm so horny for you, been waiting too long. fuck me harder...”
a low chuckle vibrated against your throat. “yeah? my sweet girl’s getting impatient?”
you squirmed beneath him, legs tightening around his torso as another slow thrust pulled a sweet, wanton moan from your throat. “harder chuu,” you begged, "don' want slow right now, thought about this for weeks… please, don’t hold back.” he kissed you once more, then gave you exactly what you wanted. one hand pinned both of your hands above your head, while the other slid under your lower back, lifting your hips off the bed completely.
“that’s my girl,” he murmured, voice dropping lower, rougher. he drew back almost fully, then drove in with a sharp snap of his hips. the sudden force punched the air from your lungs, pleasure spiking hard.
“yes! yesyesyes.. fuuck,” you gasped, arching into him, his next thrust came sharper, deeper, the slap of skin on skin louder in the quiet room. you cried out openly, your body jolting with every powerful stroke, your pretty tits bouncing, his skin growing slick with your juices where your bodies met.
“been waiting for you to beg like that,” he breathed against your neck, biting down lightly before soothing it with his tongue hot on your skin. “so fucking needy for me. this what you wanted sweetheart? my cock pounding into you until you can’t think?”
you nodded frantically, too lost in sensation to form full words. “yes, god, yes, feels amazing.. more, moremoremore…” your voice broke on the last words as he obliged, driving into you with bruising force. he released your wrists only to slip his hand between you to rub tight circles over your swollen clit. thumb finding your clit and rubbing firm, quick circles in time with his thrusts.
the heat in your tummy grew every time his cock kissed your throbbing spot. your sweet sounds grew louder, eyes locked on his when you could manage it, not long as your head just lolled back onto the pillow. “that’s it.. let go for me doll, cum on my cock like the good girl you are.”
the combination overwhelmed you—the relentless thrusts, his fingers, the raw edge in his voice in your ear. you came with a sharp cry, walls clamping down on him, pulling a deep groan from his throat as his hips faltered just a bit. the added roughness prolonged it until you were trembling and gasping—chuuya followed moments later, burying himself deep with a throaty grunt, hips stuttering as he spilled inside you.
he stayed there for a long moment, both of you panting. then he eased your legs down gently, pulling out of your fluttering, puffy pussy with care. chuuya gathered you close, rolling onto his back so you could sprawl across his chest. “easy, baby,” he whispered, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, and anywhere his lips reached over and over.
his hands roamed soothingly—long, gentle strokes down your back, over the plush of your ass, squeezing once, then up again. “you did so well.. took everything i gave you so good, you felt like heaven doll.”
you giggled quietly, pressing a kiss to his chest, voice a bit rough from all the moaning and whimpering you just did. he reached for the water on the nightstand first, helping you sit up just enough to drink. his arm stayed wrapped around yours the entire time, steady and warm. after you finished, he laid you back down and slipped out of bed briefly. you heard water running in the bathroom. when he returned, he carried a warm, damp cloth and a small towel.
with infinite tenderness, he cleaned you between your innrr thighs, wiping away the mess with slow, careful strokes. “sore?” he asked softly, glancing up at your face.
“a little,” you admitted, your gaze following his hands and the way he was so gentle after being so hard and rough just minutes before.
he nodded, continuing his work without rushing. once you were clean, he wiped the sweat from your neck, your chest, your tummy—everywhere the intensity had left its mark. then he tossed the cloth aside and climbed back into bed, pulling the covers over both of you. he arranged you against him again, your head tucked under his chin, one leg thrown over his. "wanna sleep chuu.. luv you.. s'much.." his fingers returned to your hair, combing through the strands in slow, repetitive motions.
“me too,” his lips brushed your temple, curling faintly. “my beautiful girl, missed holding you like this more than anything, sleep baby, i've got you.” one hand traced lazy circles on your hip while the other kept stroking your hair. he pressed kiss after kiss to the top of your head, your temples, anywhere he could without pulling back.
you melted into him, the post orgasm haze making everything soft and warm. chuuya kept up the gentle affection for a long time—his touch never stopped. his palm rubbed your lower back, occasionally squeezing your thigh and kneading your ass possessively, but all with love.
when your breathing finally evened out, he tucked the blanket tighter around your shoulders, his heartbeat a steady rhythm beneath your ear.
“rest now,” he whispered, his own lids slowly feeling heavy, as he was also getting tired, the delicious ache already settling into his hips. “’m right here.. not going anywhere..”
.you drifted off like that—wrapped in his arms, skin on skin, completely surrounded by his warmth and quiet devotion.
the apartment door clicked shut behind you with a soft finality that seemed to seal away the noise of airports and foreign cities. your suitcase thumped against the floor, wheels still warm from the terminal floors. before you could even kick off your shoes properly, dazai was there. he appeared in a loose black shirt and sweatpants, hair slightly messy like he’d been lounging on the couch all evening waiting. his eyes lit up in that quiet way reserved only for you.
without a word, he closed the distance and pulled you into his arms, lifting you just enough that your feet left the floor for a second. you let out a small, quiet laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck as you buried your face in the crook of his shoulder, breathing him in—hia scent, and the unmistakable comfort of home.
"well hello there 'bella.. long time no see.." he mumbled against your neck, his eyes closed as his chin rested on your hair.
you smiled faintly, leaning into his touch. "hi 'samu.." your voice was low, slightly worn out from weeks of work. “finally,” his hands splayed across your back, one sliding up to cradle the nape of your neck. “three weeks is too long. i was starting to think the fashion world had kidnapped my favorite girl.”
you chuckled softly, the sound muffled against his shirt. “'m all yours now. no more flights for a while.” you pulled back to cup his face, looking at him like you were trying to make up for all the while you hadn't, his eyes carried a mix of relief and longing.
“i missed you,” you whispered, leaning in for a soft kiss. it started slow, almost tentative after the distance, then more, as his fingers tightened on your hips. though you couldn't get carried away—not yet at least. when you pulled back for air, he didn’t let you go far. he took your hand, lacing your fingers tightly, and led you to the bedroom while you left the suitcase forgotten by the door. the room was softly lit by a single lamp, sheets already turned down invitingly.
dazai helped you out of your coat, his touch lingering on your shoulders, your arms, the curve of your waist. ypu returned the favor, sliding his shirt off his shoulders, palms gliding over his skin and the familiar edge of bandages. there was no rush—only clothes pooled on the floor as you both slipped under the sheets.
you settled facing each other in the center of the bed. Dazai pulled you close until your legs tangled and your chests pressed together. one of his arms curled around your back, hand splayed possessively over your spine; the other resting on your nape. the city hummed faintly outside the window, but inside it was just the two of you.
“tell me everything,” he said softly, lips brushing your forehead. “start from the beginning, want to hear it all.”
you smiled, nuzzling closer into his neck. “the flight was long, but I had a window seat and kept thinking about how you’d tease me for taking too many photos of the clouds.” you described the arrival and the bustling airport, dazai listened with quiet hums, occasionally pressing small kisses to your temple or the shell of your ear.
“and the first shoot?” he prompted, fingers now tracing lazy circles on your bare shoulder.
“craaazy, honestly. the creative director wanted this very dramatic, windswept look, but the fan machine kept dying. i was laughing between takes, which they actually loved.” you recounted the way the team had fussed over your hair and makeup, how one of the other models had shared her espresso with you during breaks because you looked jet lagged.
dazai chuckled lowly, the sound vibrating through his chest into yours, thumb brushing the curve of your waist where your skirt had ridden up.
“sounds exhausting,” he said when you finished. “but you look radiant. travel agrees with you.” his hand slipped under the hem of your top, palm warm against your skin. you shifted closer, pressing your body to his, and the conversation faded into comfortable silence broken only by soft kisses and the rustle of fabric as you helped each other undress the rest of the way.
naked now, you lay facing each other. dazai’s fingers explored you with patience—tracing the line of your collarbone, the swell of your breasts, down the dip of your stomach. he watched your face the whole time, loving every hitch in your breath. when he cupped you between your legs, finding you already slick, he let out a low hum of approval.
“missed this,” he whispered, sliding one long finger inside you slowly with a slick squelch. you gasped, grinding into his palm, already chasing his touch. he added a second one, curling them just right, thumb circling your clit with gentle pressure. the rhythm stayed unhurried, intimate. you reached for him too, wrapping your hand around his cock—already hard and leaking. you stroked him in time with his fingers, savoring the way his exhales stuttered against your lips when you thumbed his pretty tip.
dazai guided you onto your back. you were already bare, skin flushed and warm from the earlier kisses and touches. he settled between your legs, cock heavy and hard. “easy, love,” he murmured, voice low and soothing. one hand stroked your thigh, spreading you open a little wider. “I’ve got you.”
he reached down, wrapping his fingers around himself, and guided the head of his cock through your slick folds. you shivered at the contact, your pussy drooled visibly as your hips instinctively started twitching up. he rubbed the tip up and down your clenching hole, coating himself in your wetness, teasing your clit with every slow pass until you were breathing faster, dripping fresh slick onto his cockhead, fingers clutching at his shoulders. only then did he begin to push in.
the first inch stretched you open deliciously, slow and deliberat, stinging a tiny bit from not fucking for so long. you gasped, and he paused. “that’s it… breathe for me. you’re taking me so good already.” he eased forward another inch, then another, murmuring praise the entire time. “look at you baby, opening up so perfectly.” his voice was gentle, almost reverent, each word sinking into your soul like warm honey.
when he finally bottomed out, hips flush against yours, he stilled completely, letting you adjust to the full feeling of him buried deep inside. you moaned sweetly at the sensation, walls fluttering around his length. dazai kissed you deeply, tongue playing with yours lewdly as he held himself there. “good girl,” he mumbled against your mouth. “just like that. feel how deep I am? all for you.”
he started moving then—slow, rolling thrusts that dragged his cock along every sensitive inch inside you. the pace was tender, almost lazy. "so good 'samu, y'feel so good.. mhm.." you arched your chest into his hand, legs loose around his waist, heels resting lightly against the backs of his thighs. one of your hands slid up his back, feeling the subtle shift there with every thrust. the other cupped the nape of his neck, pulling him down for another kiss—slow in the same languid tempo as your bodies. a muffled whinper slipped from your lips as he ground against that sensitive spot inside you, not pounding, but pressing and circling—thick, sweet, and endless.
your pebbled nipples brushed against his chest with every movement, sending little sparks across your skin—,one of his hands slid to cup your breast, thumb brushing over the peaked nipple in slow, teasing rubs, pinching the sensitivie bud lightly just to hear you squeal into his mouth. he angled his hips slightly, finding the exact spot that made your breath hitch sharply, your lashes fluttering. “there?” he murmured, repeating the motion when you nodded fast, a whimper escaping you, eyes rolling back in pure bliss.
your fingers tightened in his hair as the heat between you grew, and he rewarded you with a particularly deep roll of his hips that made your toes curl. “osamu.. more…” you whispered as he kissed along your jaw, down your neck, sucking softly at the soft flesh below your ear—just enough to leave a faint mark.
“yeah? my sweet girl’s that desperate for me?", another slow, full thrust, followed by a gentle grind that rubbed his pelvis against your mound. "i know baby.. buy let me have this a little longer..” you clung tighter, nails pressing into his shoulders, body trembling with the effort of holding back the urge to beg right then.
his free hand slipped between you, not rubbing frantically but pressing firmly against your nub, fondling with it, going side to side, lessening the pressure, the speed whenever you started to spasm more and more around his cock. the dual sensation made your toes curl. your impatience finally spilled over in a needy whine, hips jerking up to meet him with more force.
he hushed you with another deep kiss, swallowing the rest of your plean with a quiet laugh muffled against your lips that showed just how much he enjoyed this. but you felt the shift in his body—he shifted his weight, hooking one of your legs higher over his hip to stretch and opening your clinging pussy wider around him.
the next thrust came sharper, harder—he pulled back almost fully before slamming back in, the thrust hard enough to jolt you up the bed, the sound of skin meeting skin echoed more loudly. a sharp cry of relief tore from your throat at the sudden intensity. “yes- fuck, there, right there,” you gasped, nails digging into his shoulder.
dazai’s pace quickened, turning firmer, more relentless, each stroke driving the air from your lungs in sugary mewls while the bed creaked faintly. “that’s it,” he groaned, voice rougher now but still laced with praise. “take it harder for me.. you can handle it, can’t you 'bella?”
“'uh-uh, yeah," you nodded frantically, "so close.. s'close, god..” your head fell back as your nails raked down his back, pulling his bandages down with the red lines he’d feel tomorrow. dazai groaned at the sting, pain mixing with sweet pleasure as he leaned down to bite at the junction of your neck and shoulder, sucking a mark into your skin as he pounded into you.
“come on, baby,” he urged, thrusting harder, his voice climbing higher as his own orgasm creeped up on him. "let go. i want to feel you come all over my cock.. show me how much you missed this.”
"fuckfuckfuck, 'm cumming-" you keeened, high pitched and long—back arching off the bed like a bow, body seizing around him, cunt fluttering, pushing out slick, forming a creamy ring around his shaft as pleasure flooded into every nerve. dazai cursed, hips stuttering as your swollen walls squeezed him, but he fucked you through it, drawing out every last tremor until you were shaking.
only then did he let himself go. with a few final, deep thrusts, he buried himself to the hilt and came with a low, broken moan of your name, pulsing hot inside you. his body shuddered against yours, your arms wrapping tight around his torso as you held him close through the aftershocks.
the moment lingered, both of you breathless and trembling in the aftermath, before he put a hand on the bulge on your tummy, slowly pulling out with a slick pop, you whimpered at the empty feeling, pawing at his chest. but he was already moving, pulling you into his embrace. “shh, I’ve got you,” he whispered, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, your closed eyelids, the tip of your nose.
his hands roamed softly over your body—massaging the faint bruises forming on your hips where he’d gripped you, soothing the bite mark on your shoulder with slow, open mouthed kisses.
“you were perfect,” he whispered, voice tender now, all the roughness melted away. “begging so sweetly.. love hearing you say my name like that when you’re falling apart.” he reached for the cloth already ready on the nightstand, cleaning the joint mess between your thighs with even greater care, warm water and gentle strokes that made you sigh in contentment. he wiped the sweat from your skin, then tucked the blanket around you both.
he pressed you flush against his chest, arms encircling you completely. his fingers traced small circles along your spine, then up to your scalp, massaging in slow, rhythmic presses that melted the last tension from your muscles. he pressed kiss after kiss to your hair, your temple, the shell of your ear—soft, lingering ones that spoke of quiet devotion.
“missed every part of you,” he murmured between kisses. “the way you sound, the way you feel… the way you look at me after. stay right here.. i’ve got you.” his hand found yours under the covers, fingers intertwining as he held you close. the city outside faded further into the background. he rubbed your thighs where they ached pleasantly, stroking your hair, whispering quiet praises about how beautiful you were, how strong, how much he adored coming home to you like this.
you hummed, sleepu and satisfied—nestling deeper into him as you mumbled a quiet 'love you' and dozed off, already drooling. the warmth of his body and the steady beat of his heart lulled you slowly. dazai didn’t stop loving on you even as your breathing evened out—protective arms that never loosened.
in the quiet afterglow, it was just the two of you, wrapped up in each other, the distance of weeks finally erased.
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