the regulars
you catch the eye of two regulars that come to the diner you work at
pairing; dazai osamu x fem!reader x chuuya nakahara
word count; 3.6k
content warning; nsfw (minors do not interact!), threesome, unprotected sex, mentions of alcohol, mentions of suicide (it’s dazai obv), degrading (dazai calls reader a slut), lowkey meandom!dazai, softdom!chuuya, oral sex (m&f receiving), backshots.., reader is held hostage (not by dazai or chuuya), cursing, unedited writing, probably a lot more
authors note; my first post on here! i’m pretty proud of this!
the diner was almost quiet in the mornings, very few customers and even fewer employees were present. it was usually just yourself and the cook until around noon when the lunch rush hit, but that was okay with you.
it allowed you catch up with whatever hobby you had going on at that moment, this time it was crocheting. whatever online forum that promised you it was easy was lying, you could barely finish the small square you had started.
just as you were beginning to grow frustrated you heard the familiar ding of the diner’s door, alerting you of a customer.
the brown haired man was sopping wet, a dreary gaze in his eyes as he shuffled to an empty table and awaited your service. you jumped to, notepad and pencil already in hand as you approached him.
“i don’t recall rain being on today’s forecast.” your weak attempt at a joke flew over his head entirely.
“oh, it’s not raining. i was trying to die in the river.” the confession didn’t surprise you as much as it should have.
there was talk of a man who was always spotted trying to drown himself, you assumed it was rumors.
“hmm, didn’t seem to work out.” it was the only response you could muster for the bizarre statement.
he opened his mouth to respond but as he lifted his eyes to meet yours he stopped, mouth agape and eyes wide like he had a groundbreaking revelation upon catching your eyes. you cleared your throat, cheeks growing warm from his staring.
“i didn’t realize i was in the presence of someone so beautiful. how rude of me not to greet you with the respect you deserve.” a cheap compliment, but his confidence when saying it was cute.
“what can i get you?” you changed the subject, tapping your pencil to your notebook.
“your number, if it’s available.” with rolled eyes you sighed, he overdid it now.
“let’s start off with your drink, what can i get you?” with a bit more push you questioned him.
“whatever type of whiskey you have.” you hummed, quickly scribbling down his drink and scurrying off to grab it.
when you went to the back the line cook was there prepping for lunch, he only greeted you with a small smile.
his eyes widened when he saw the whiskey you were pouring into a glass.
“a bit early for that, isn’t it?” you snorted.
“it’s for a customer.” he didn’t continue but you could feel his judging gaze.
after delivering the odd man his drink and a bit more bickering you got him to finally order something. just as he was leaving the restaurant got busy so you didn’t have time to wave him goodbye before he was out the door. and that was it, you expected to never see him again.
your shift was usually from open to close, so you swallowed your odd interaction you had that morning and continued on with your day. you got through the lunch and dinner rush without issue and now it was just you and the closing cook.
this was a normal day for you, working long hours and making poor pay. the tips were nice, but did they make up for all the rude customers you face on a daily basis?
you hear the ding of door, it’s ring echoing through the empty restaurant. with 45 minutes until close you wanted to tell whoever was there to leave, but your moral compass fought back with you.
a short man wearing a long coat and a strange looking hat. he was alone, you were thankful for that. you didn’t need a large party right before close.
when he sat down you finally approached him.
“hello, what can i get for you?” he didn’t look up at you, his eyes still scanning the menu.
“just a beer.” a strange request to ask at such hour, especially with a bar being just a couple of blogs down the street. you didn’t voice these thoughts with your customer and instead went to fetch his drink.
when you returned you saw that he was writing down notes in a notebook that he quickly pushed away when he noticed you looming over him. you smiled, setting down the drink and also taking a seat directly across from the stranger.
he shot you a strange look, one that held a mix of curiosity and annoyance.
“we close soon, thought i’d keep ya company.” he scoffed.
“how generous.” laced with sarcasm but there was a small smile playing on his lips.
you two talked for only a little bit, you asked him about what he was writing but he mentioned that it was classified, having something to do with his job that he wouldn’t reveal. eventually you both had to go home as the restaurant was closing. you were surprised by just how fast the time had come and gone when talking to the stranger
“i can walk you home, if you want me to.” he offered, to which you smiled.
“i’m gonna catch the late night bus, but thank you mr..”
“you can just call me chuuya, it’s nice to meet you y/n.” he said, his eyes trained on your nametag.
and then you parted ways, that was what you assumed to be the last of him.
thoughts of the two strange men you met today danced around in your head until you finally succumbed to the exhaustion of the day, the exhaustion that would follow you into the morning for another shift.
the very next day, your next shift you were surprised to see the brunette from the last morning. he waved, noticeably brighter this time around.
“goodmorning!” he yelled, motioning for you to come over.
you complied as he took your hands and sat you down beside him. with little shame he flirted, his mouth moving so fast you could barely keep up. you were able to introduce yourself to him and he did the same, he revealed that his name was dazai.
“would you do me the honor of committing a double suicide with me?” he asked for the millionth time, his bandaged hands snaking up your wrists to hold you tenderly.
“you’re cute, but no.” and with that you shook him off, his hands flying back dramatically.
he stuck around for a bit longer, you made sure he had enough whiskey to keep him busy. sometimes you would catch his gaze as you worked and he’d flash you a pretty smile.
but the times when you would look and he wasn’t staring he’d usually be rubbing his finger around the rim of the glass with his other hand supporting his resting head as he stared out the window in deep thought. you couldn’t help but admire the man, he was attractive.
and just like yesterday he left during lunch rush and your day continued on. and into the night you would encounter yet another familiar face.
chuuya sat in the same spot as he did last night, his arms crossed over his chest as he waited for you to approach him.
“seems like i have two new regulars.” you muttered under your breath as you made your way to him.
he ordered just a beer again and you once again sat down in front of him to chat. you were lucky he came in so close to closing so you usually weren’t even busy.
you chatted for a bit and then, just like yesterday you both got up to leave and he offered again to walk you home. you would just take the bus again.
this routine of your morning regular and your night regular became an almost everyday thing. sometimes one of them wouldn’t show and it worried you but they always showed up again the next day.
you got to know the two of them well, it occurred to you one day just how different they were from eachother. the only similarity was their love for booze, and how much of it they could drink.
somewhere down the line of this routine you started to catch crushes on both men. how scandalous, you thought to yourself. two men practically drinking themselves to death and you were swooning over both of them. who could blame you when they both gave you that certain look. chuuya more subtle than dazai by a long shot, but the ‘fuck me’ eyes they both gave you didn’t lie.
you shook your head, you shouldn’t be thinking these things about strangers that you barely knew. they were just customers, and that’s all they ever would be.
little did you know, they were both thinking the same thoughts about you. dazai hadn’t been able to keep you out of his head since the very first day you two met, for once he was glad his attempt at suicide failed him because it meant meeting you. chuuya was in the same predicament, he never planned on meeting you but once you hooked him in he couldn’t escape.
the pretty diner girl that has two very dangerous men roped in her smile.
when dazai came in the morning to the diner he was expecting to see you there, smiling and waiting patiently as always, but instead in your place was another waitress. he frowned, sitting down in his usual seat.
when the unfamiliar waitress walked to his table he immediately questioned her,
“where’s y/n? this isn’t usually her off day.” she seemed caught off guard, clearing her throat awkwardly.
“i’m sorry, i don’t know. she didn’t show up for her shift so i was called in, the owner tried calling her but she didn’t pick up.” something felt wrong, he felt it in his bones.
he excused himself, muttering something about only wanting to be served by you. just as he was standing his eyes caught a piece of paper hidden between the ketchup and mustard bottle that were displayed next to the menus on the table.
he took the folded up note and quietly exited the diner.
chuuya would experience the same oddity at a later time that day. he saw a different waitress and spotted the note.
and the note read that they were to both be at a specific location at a specific time.
said location was that of an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. it would occasionally be put on dazai’s radar if he was looking out for stolen goods or missing people but for the most part no one paid attention to it.
dazai arrived early, surprised to see a particular short man already at the entrance of the warehouse.
“what the hell are you doing here, dazai?” chuuya interrogated first, his voice on edge.
“i could ask you the same thing.” dazai shot back, a pout on his lips.
at first dazai suspected chuuya was behind this, but when chuuya explained your description and that he was looking for you he understood almost instantly.
“someone must have been watching us, found the opportunity to take advantage of the situation.” chuuya spoke, dazai humming in agreement.
“well, if i’m stuck with you at least be useful.” dazai said, walking ahead into the entrance of the warehouse with a shouting ginger following behind him.
the exterior looked better than the interior. old construction equipment everywhere with strange stains covering the walls and floors, it was definitely abandoned.
chuuya worried for you, not because he feared that you were hurt but because this place reeked. he could hardly imagine you being here, sitting somewhere in a cold dark corner with a dangerous person holding you hostage.
“someone’s got a lot of nerve to target her..” chuuya mumbled to no one in particular.
“they do, which is why we’re going to take care of whoever did this and get my woman back.” dazai responded, keeping his eyes peered for any signs of you.
“your woman? in your dreams!” chuuya let out a loud laugh that he hushed immediately after hearing what sounded like a cry coming from deeper in the warehouse.
both men sprinted forward, stopping once met with the sight of you chained to the floor with a man peering over you.
he turned to dazai and chuuya, a wide grin on his face.
you could barely see the scene before you, your head fuzzy from whatever the stranger had hit you with to knock you out. you barely remember how it happened, you only recall waking up in the dark with the man who abducted you.
just like before, everything was fading to black, this time your mind at peace now that you knew help was here. you didn’t know if it was the police or whoever, you didn’t care. just being content that someone came for you, you let the darkness consume you.
-
when you came to you saw dazai and chuuya standing over you, yet to see you were awake.
“don’t try to wake her up, she’s clearly exhausted, dazai. let her wake up on her own.” you heard chuuya’s voice along with a sigh from dazai.
“i just want to make sure she’s okay. especially after you carried her around like she was a damn ragdoll.” the brunette muttered.
“what else was i supposed to do? sit there and let that guy shoot at us?” you groaned, the loud noises not settling well on your ears.
everything went silent. both men stared down at you expectantly. you sat upright, wiping your eyes.
“dazai? chuuya? you two know eachother?” it was all you could muster, it made dazai grin.
“unfortunately.” chuuya mumbled, shoving away the arm dazai was trying to lay across his shoulder.
“i’ve got to say y/n, i’m hurt! i thought i was the only man in your life.” you ignored dazai’s dramatics, instead looking to chuuya for answers to where you were.
he explained the entire situation, after they “took care of” the person who abducted you, they brought you to chuuya’s apartment and have been waiting for you to wake up since.
the explanation made you realize just how awkward of a position you were in. you laid on the end of chuuya’s bed with the two men standing over you. you squeezed your thighs together and gathered your thoughts. this was not the time.
“this is a lot to wrap my head around.. why did they abduct me out of all people?” you knew you had been abducted and held hostage but you still didn’t understand why.
“oh, belladonna.” dazai cooed, his hand reaching to caress your cheek.
“they thought to take out our common weakness.” chuuya continued, his palm resting against the other cheek.
they didn’t need to finish their sentence, you already knew. the lingering gazes from both men at the diner, the flirting from dazai, the gentlemanly offers to walk you home from chuuya.
they were wrapped around your finger, they always had been. there was no more denying that fact, they had risked their lives to save you.
“i.. guess i should be thanking my saviors then, shouldn’t i?” a double meaning, they both knew it too.
“mmm, i think so. don’t you agree, chuuya?” the shorter man nodded in agreement.
dazai was the first to move, his hand that was on your cheek drifting down to your shoulder as he eased you further into the bed. you complied, wide eyes glancing between the two.
your back hit the cushioned mattress, dazai joined you on the bed, laying on his side as he peered down at your chest that held your racing heart. you saw chuuya kneel down and spread your legs further apart.
they both worked simultaneously, dazai undressing your top half while chuuya worked on the bottom. the feeling of their fingers grazing your skin left you overwhelmed, completely at their expense.
you were fully undressed in a matter of seconds, the cold air of the night nipped at your skin. suddenly feeling insecure you attempted to reach your arms down to cover yourself, dazai caught them, pinning them at your sides.
“don’t hide, beautiful. let us see you.” he whispered, his words holding authority that urged you to comply, you did.
chuuya’s breath fanned over your exposed cunt, shaky short lived breaths that told you he was just as nervous as you were.
“are you ready?” you nodded, closing your eyes in anticipation.
you felt his tongue make contact with your slit, a constricted moan left your lips out of instinct. dazai’s rough hand grabbed hold of your chin, forcing you to look in his eyes.
his warm brown eyes held a sinister glint in them. he dipped his head into your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin around your collarbone.
the noticeable contrast between the two showed, chuuya’s sweet licks to your pussy against dazai’s rough sucking to your neck. a mixture of pleasure in pain, the perfect balance.
chuuya made work of your cunt, acting as if he’d never get the chance to taste you again. his tongue darting in and out of your hole at a rapid speed you could barely keep up with. his mouth attacked your clit next, sucking on the bundle of nerves.
“chu.. ah!” he added a finger to your hole, curling the digit inside of you to hit the places he couldn’t reach otherwise.
he could tell you were reaching your peak, keeping a steady pace to bring you over the edge.
dazai could tell too, so he pushed chuuya away from you.
you whined at the loss of contact, gripping dazai’s shirt as a weak attempt to beg for more. you caught sight of chuuya, your juices all over his chin. he shamelessly licked the finger that was previously inside of you.
“can’t let him give you your first orgasm, beautiful.” chuuya bit back a snarky comment, instead listening to the painful erection in his pants.
“switch me places.” dazai spoke, chuuya agreed with little hesitation.
dazai was now by your legs and chuuya sitting behind your head. the brunette was quick to flip you on your back and position you just where he wanted. your ass now in the air with him lazily rubbing his clothed erection against your ass.
your head dangerously close to chuuya’s crotch, your shaking hands gripping both of his thighs. while dazai took off his pants you hastily aided chuuya with his.
dazai wasted little time, aligning himself with your entrance. his hands gripping your ass while he began with his first thrust, one reaching so deep he nearly bottomed out. a grunt left your lips, squeezing chuuya’s sensitive thighs as a way to stabilize yourself.
you felt chuuya’s soft hands reach for your hair, massaging your head whilst shushing your whimpers that escaped with each thrust dazai threw into your aching cunt.
once a rhythm was found you put your focus on chuuya’s painfully hard member. his eyes on yours the entire time as he watched you lick the base of his manhood until you reached the tip. he guided your head down his cock, small praises leaving his lips the entire time.
“our pretty girl, being such a useful slut.” dazai spoke, landing a smack on your ass.
you attempted to moan but your lips were occupied, drool escaping your mouth with every thrust chuuya delivered into your throat.
the speed of their thrusts beginning to synchronize, you felt your core squeezing dazai harder. it only encouraged him, knowing you were close to your peak.
it was all so overwhelming, bringing tears to your eyes as you attempted to take it all, to take all that dazai and chuuya gave you.
“so pretty.. taking us so well.” chuuya mumbled, wiping tears that began spilling from your eyes.
he looked at you as if you were the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen, despite your hair being a mess and your eyes being red from tears.
you were all close, that much was clear from the way dazai had began to shut up and chuuya’s silent grunts had turned into breathless moans. you were no better, one hand still resting on chuuya’s thigh while the other reached for one of dazai’s hands.
dazai’s hips sped up, squeezing your hand tenderly whenever he hits particularly deep.
he feels his orgasm creeping up on him, your tight walls leaving him a shaky mess.
he’s the first to come undone, his seed spilling into you with one finally push of his hips. his orgasm setting off chuuya, cumming into your warm mouth with a slew of curses leaving his lips.
you swallow every drop, chuuya wiping your mouth with his thumb before lifting your head up to plant a kiss on your lips. dazai still thrusting inside you, overstimulating himself to get you to your breaking point.
“m’ cumming!” you announced, heat pooling in your stomach.
“let go, belladonna.” and you did, cumming hard on his cock.
the room was filled with panting sighs and beating chests as you all collected yourselves. chuuya was the first to move, scrambling to his bathroom to grab a towel to clean you up. dazai cuddled you on the bed while chuuya cleaned you off, dazai stroking your hair whilst humming you to sleep.
you refused to let the tiredness take hold of you until both men were in the bed with you. when chuuya joined, you finally gave in to the sleep that was calling you.
you had never slept better, feeling safe in the arms of two strangers who had become regulars in your life.
