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‧˚꒰🩹꒱༘‧— nsfw ⊹ ࣪ ˖ oddly specific sex things—dazai x fem!reader — chuuya ver here
making you gush after your orgasm. after your orgasm rips through you, leaving your pussy clenching and fluttering in hypersensitive spasms, he doesn't stop right away—instead, he keeps you spread wide and ruined, softly kissing you at as he starts tapping his fingers lightly against your swollen clit and soaked folds, each little smack sending jolts of overwhelming pleasure through your overstimulated nerves—forcing fresh, uncontrollable gushes of your slick to squirt out in messy sprays that soak his hand and the sheets beneath you. he loves the way your hips jerk and your thighs tremble uncontrollably—it's either his fingers, or him rubbing his sensitive, leaking tip up and down your puffy slit, smearing your cum and his all over your abused hole before slapping it firmly against your clit a few times, the wet, filthy sounds echoing as it makes you gush even harder, your pussy lips parting obscenely with every sensitive twitch and spurt as he circles his cockhead right over your hole without pushing in, teasing the raw nerves until you're sobbing and flooding again.
kissing you through your orgasms. the moment your body shudders, he pins his hips flush to yours, and instantly his mouth is on yours with a hard, wanton moan. you come up for air? he drags you right back down. your lips get swollen, slick, red. your tongue slides against his with sloppy, wet sounds as his hips stutter against your soaked thighs. his teeth catches your lip lightly, pulling a bit before letting it go with a gentle smack. and as the peak drags out and your body starts to melt, his kisses slow—turning languid and indulgent, soft plush lips sucking gently at yours, still buried to the hilt inside your pulsing heat while he savors every aftershock. he might not admit it but he needs it. he needs your mouth on his.
fucked out under your touch. he's fucked silly, fucked you silly, and god does he get so pretty during and after—his eyes get glassy, kiss-bruised lips parted as he pants prettily above (or under) you, body twitching with aftershocks. his hair is damp with sweat, his bangs are out of his face, strands clinging to his temples—and he just looks so beautiful. it's so obvious how pussy-drunk he is—his pupils are blown, his face flushed a dewy red, and his eyes gleam with lust and something more. you stare up at him dreamily, taking him in. his long lashes flutter as he tries to compose himself under your loving gaze, heat creeps up his neck as if it's too much for him—he tries not to fuck your snug walls again because you're still sensitive, but his hips always betray him—he'll end up grinding his cum deeper into you until it's dripping out around his cock.
hands on the mattress. you have a thing for his slender, pretty hands (don't we all.)—the way they look so elegantly long and graceful, yet hold surprising strength, veins subtly tracing beneath his skin, hands that make your pulse race every time they brush your body. he knows, you know he knows. so he uses them. during sex, his finger teasingly sneak up your palm before lacing them together in that possessive, intimate grip. he grinds your joined hands slowwwly into the mattress with every snap of his hips—his bony digits squeezing yours while your walls clench around his cock. if he's taking you from behind, he drapes himself over you as his fingers trail along the back of your hand, before they wove though yours as his lips seal over your neck. he lives for the sensation—the way your hand tightens in his as each wave of pleasure blooms through you, nails digging into the back of his, or the way your grip loosens afterwards when you feel relaxed, thumb rubbing little circles over his skin—all makes his chest tighten.
not pulling away from your pussy. there's this thing dazai does when he's desperate and eating you out. he doesn't pull back. like, at all. his moans vibrate straight into your throbbing clit, low and filthy that make your hips buck against his mouth, the wet, obscene sounds of him sucking and slurping mixing with your desperate cries. even when he gets too carried away, his breaths coming in desperate, high, overwhelmed puffs, lungs burning for air, he doesn’t pull away an inch—he presses his nose harder against your mound while his hot exhales fan over your dripping cunt. the relentless vibrations from his groans send shockwaves through your core, pushing you closer to the edge as he devours you messily, tongue fucking into your tight hole and lips sealed tight around your swollen clit, refusing to stop until you’re shaking and gushing all over his chin.
"shutting" you up when you get too loud. not because he doesn't want to hear you—it's simply to feel your moans, to make you lose it—he crashes his mouth over yours in a filthy, desperate kiss—wet, sloppy, and deep—tongue fucking into your mouth while his cock drives into you harder. spit slicks down your chin as he swallows every whimper and cry like he’s starving for them. or he slides two fingers past your lips, forcing them deep onto your tongue while he rails you. you suck, moaning loudly around his digits, drooling on his knuckles, eyes rolling back as your cunt clenches around his cock so hard it makes his pace falter—his fingers thrust in time with his cock like he’s claiming both your holes at once—it never works though. every attempt just gets you louder, wetter, filthier. and maybe.. that's the whole reason he does it.
breathless laughs. there's this point when you're having sex, and he's seeing stars. especially if you're riding him like you're trying to suck his soul outta his cock. your hips lift and slam down into him, taking his cock over and over before he can even register the thursts, soft thighs tight around his waist—moaning and babbling his name repeatedly like he's something holy. and oh, he's memorized. so much that eventually he just gives up on trying to slow you down or worse, hold himself back and keep up his mask. he throws his head back onto the pillow, running his hand through his messy locks, letting out this breathless, delirious chuckle—like he's in heaven and is getting his blessings, "fuuuck 'bella, you're so good, so fucking good-", it doesn't take long before he follows it up with another chocked, drawn-out moan that makes heat pool deliciously in your tummy. you swear you could cum from his voice alone.
♡𐙚ּ ֶָ֢.
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I need a minific of the reader giving dazai a flower. He doesn't look like he receives them ofte.
he definitely doesn't receive flowers nearly as often as he should, considering he hands them out constantly.
A bouquet is sitting neatly on your desk, beautifully arranged, and you didn't necessarily know who exactly was getting them for you, but you had a hunch. It's compiled of luscious petals, fully bloomed and vibrant hues of pinks, yellows, whites, and the deep green of the leaves contrasting expertly against them. You sigh, wistful, seeing these mysterious flowers pop up every now and then, no one bothering to fess up on if they did it - alas, it's a case you don't intend to solve if it meant continuing to be greeted with a fresh bundle to make your day brighter.
"These look lovelier than the last," Kyouka remarks, leaning over to peek at each individual flower. She leans in a bit closer to bury her nose in them, inhaling deeply at the sweet scent, and sighs heavily. "You still haven't found out who is giving them to you?" You shake your head, still wearing your grateful smile, fingers coming out to gingerly mess with the blue ribbon neatly tied around the vase.
"No, but I don't mind. Whoever is gifting them to me must know I love them regardless to keep doing so," you blush slightly, the realization hitting you that you have a secret admirer, and you have never felt more special.
"Oh, wouldn't you look at that," Fukuzawa stops long enough to admire your flowers as well, hands tucked away in his draping sleeves, and he exchanges a friendly smile with you. "Another bouquet? You must be quite loved." He bows his head to both you and Kyouka before stepping away, preparing for a client meeting, and letting that comment settle in your bones. It is the fourth month in a row that you have received these gorgeous gifts two to three times a week, and you haven't been able to figure out who has been doing it - again, you have a theory, but it isn't solid. Baseless, really.
"I wish someone would give me flowers," she pouts, her semi-monotonous voice changing in tone to reflect her envy. While it is said in passing, a mere outward thought, it does spark a bit of an idea for you, a way to try to see if you can find your admirer. As you mull it over, clicking your pen, a candid tune whistles its way into the room, belonging to the agency's troublemaker, hands in his pockets as he strolls in, and his feet automatically carry over to your desk, just as they do every other day.
"Oh, sweetheart, these are stunning!" Dazai sings, taking a longing look at your bouquet, and you watch the side of his face as small smile forms on his lips, and his eyes visibly soften, flickering in your direction. "Someone seems to have a huge crush on you." He chuckles, standing back up straight and leaning against the edge. You gaze up at him, head tilting, the corner of your mouth turning up some.
"Mr. Dazai, you're a good detective," Kyouka turns to face him, garnering his full attention. "Do you think you can help us find out who is gifting the flowers to them?" She gestures to the vase, looking at him expectantly, as if he has all the answers in the world. He hums, eyes sliding toward the soft petals, then back to her, avoiding you entirely.
"I'm sure if I set a trap, I could catch the culprit easy," he entertains, finally locking gazes with you, and something about him seems... lighter lately. His cheeks have more color somehow. "Would you like me to find out for you?" You shake your head.
"No, I worry they'll stop," you murmur, sheepish, smile now shy. "I like them a lot, I'd hate for this to be the last time I receive them." His eyes flash momentarily before closing, bowing his head toward you.
"But of course. I'd hate for that to happen to you too."
The next day comes, and you decide to enact your plan, stopping by the flower shop before work, and getting the prettiest flowers you could lay your eyes on. Upon stepping into the office, you're immediately met with a fresh new bouquet of the deepest shade of freshly cut red roses you have ever seen, and your cheeks flush to match. Suddenly, your peonies are meaningless. Your eyes dart to Ranpo, who is sitting at it his desk occupied by his handheld, leaning back in his chair, and you're well aware it's pointless to try asking if he knew anything - he's in his 'don't bother me' position.
"You brought flowers too?" Kyouka walks up to you, eyes glued to your bouquet, silently admiring how beautiful the blush pink is, itching to ask for one herself. You snap out of it, granting her a friendly grin as you carefully pluck one stem out, handing it to her.
"Yes, here's one for you, Miss Kyouka," you watch her already big eyes grow wider, hand hesitantly coming up to take it from you, before flashing you a grateful beam.
"Thank you so much! I'm gonna show Atsushi!" She takes off in the other direction, rushing up to her colleague's desk, and shows him the flower she has finally been granted. You can't help your gaze flitting off to the striking red bundle in the middle of the room, placed neatly on the corner of your desk, like all the others before; as always, there's no note, just a blue ribbon tied in a delicate bow around the crystal vase, and you wish you knew if this meant what you thought it did.
Again, it would have to wait, since you are on a mission to fluster the gifter as much as they've flustered you. You go around the agency, handing a peony to everyone present, watching all of their reactions closely, but no one is acting nearly to the level as you do every morning you have a new bouquet of flowers. You even ensured to give one to Ranpo and Fukuzawa, who both were pleased to receive such a thoughtful and pretty gift, but you already know it was neither of them - it'd be too suspicious if you excluded them.
Coincidentally, you were left with one flower left, everyone accounted for having one sitting on their desk or in a small vase. All except Dazai. As you do another once over of the room, you realize he isn't there, and your brows furrow at his absence, swearing you had seen him earlier while passing stems out; however, that mysterious enigma of a man is nowhere to be found.
You shuffle off toward the break room, peeking in, only to see a few straggling secretaries talking amongst themselves as they prepare their coffee, and you take that as your cue to continue on. You glance here and there in different rooms, not seeing lingering bodies, definitely not his, until you catch the door leader up the stairs to the roof is propped open at the end of the hall. Your steps quicken involuntarily, climbing the staircase to the top, and see that door is propped open too.
Carefully you push it open, ensuring it stays open, eyes roaming until you spot the familiar trenchcoat draped over his shoulders as his back faces you, seeming to be lost in thought while he sits on an elevated ledge. You quietly walk up to it, the flower behind your back, and peek up at him, seeing the side of his face, and he appears to be elsewhere completely.
"Hey, Dazai," you gently call, but he doesn't react, aside from a smile forming that you catch in real time.
"Hi, sweetheart," he responds, never tearing his eyes away from his view.
"What're you doing up here?"
"Wanted some fresh air, time to think," he finally turns his head to address you, extending his hand out to help you climb up to sit beside him. Once hoisted up, you huff under your breath, plopping down, and he eyes the flower between your fingers.
"I got your roses," you blurt, staring ahead, to make yourself seem as aloof as him. It's not a total shot in the dark, but it isn't a confident guess either.
"Roses?" He plays coy, leaning back on his palms, head falling back to stare up at the sky. "I'd never give you roses. They're overused, cliche. Practically meaningless." He lists off all the reasons why he would never dare to gift you a bouquet of roses, and your brow lifts, head whipping in his direction. "Those, my darling, are carnations." He corrects, tone dropping down to a soft quiet, and his head lulls back to face you. You falter, not expecting him to confess this quickly that he, in fact, has been your secret admirer. You had your doubts, considering he was so good at pretending he had no idea about them, the thought of him coming in early to have them ready before anyone else never crossing your mind since he is always late and meandering about.
"Don't fret, it can stay between us, and I can keep leaving you flowers," he reassures, batting his lashes, and your heart flutters. Your line of sight drops down to the remaining peony, twirling it gingerly between your fingers, and he hums. "And who is that for? Someone else becoming my competition?" He asks so easily, as if anyone could actually compare, let alone compete.
"No," you shake your head, scooting closer to him, snapping some of the length off the stem until it was a short nub. He watches you do this, the pieces being tossed to the side, then is struck dumb when he feels your fingers gently tuck the flower in his ear. He maintains his cool composure, but the blood rushing to his cheeks gives him away. "Perfect." You whisper, framing some pieces of his hair more, hoping to make it secure. "The color makes your eyes pop." You compliment, and his lips part, gearing up to say something corny, arrogant, or even gratitude, but he's at a loss.
"Don't fret if you see everyone else with these peonies," you mimic his turn of phrase, his suddenly bright amber irises scouring every centimeter of your features. "They're all for you. Reminding you of me whenever you see them in someone else's hand." You lightly tap his nose, and he runs short on breathing, the language of flowers turning on him now, you playing him at his own game, and that organ hidden in his chest that he can so easily control is erratic. "You look cute with flowers in your hair, Dazai. Maybe I'll make you a flower crown one day." You giggle, deciding his silence is a good segue to slip back to the ground, scurrying off before you could embarrass yourself or have him say anything too flustering.
His fingers come up to cautiously touch the petals, caught off guard, and he wants to figure out how exactly to preserve this peony to stay in perfect condition forever to keep wearing, just so you can look at him like he is the only thing you'd ever want to pick in field for the rest of his life.
cutie pie :(
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tag list//: @dazaisfavoritemistake @luanniidae @starr3i @grubluunch
Hc of the day: 34+35 w/ Dazai (fem reader)
i just feel like dazai would f heavily with 69
like he gets to eat you out and be sucked off at the same time?? yes pls
if you're on top he will definitely squeeze and smack your ass
imagine lifting your hips to tease him and he sticks out his tongue trying to chase your pussy UGH what a pretty, needy boy
"𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓪 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝔂𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓼—𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼 𝓭𝓲𝓭𝓷𝓽 "
⋆𖤓⋆˚࿔ synopsis: sea, salt, sun, and a coy brunette wrapped around your finger.
taglist / warning: 18+ content, nsfw, suggestive, eventual smut, angst ending, sorry not sorry makeout sessions, doomed relationship, repeated phrases are on purpose, the author is very sad and hates nostalgia, dazai is his own warning.
a/n at the end of work
Kissed, but only by the sun. Hiding under the sand, that felt like a warm hug.
Being an illuminated muse under the rays, as the waves crashed along the shore—but drowning under someone else's gentle touch by night.
Vampire male reader with Dazai ohh I need this comeback
Not the same one as the one shot fic just imagines:
His hands are so pretty. Boney and delicate like he’d never bared the recoil of a gun again his palms. So imagine being his vampire lover, kissing his hand in the private intimacy of your shared bedroom, then softly biting at his knuckles. After looking to the flustered expression on his face you only continued, gliding your fangs across the thin skin until he experimentally hooks his pointer finger around one of them. He admires the piercing tooth like a work of art, not the deadly weapon it is. Or perhaps that’s why it was art to him.
Imagine just being so hungry but never getting the time alone to get a bite. You weren’t allowed to bite strangers anymore since joining the agency, you forgot your blood packs at home that day, and Dazai was choosing today of all days to actually do his work! You weren’t the type to nag and complain so you left it alone, but you were still internally sulking in need. Imagining the way you’d steal the viscous liquid straight from Dazai’s veins when you were alone and he welcomed it.
Imagine finally getting home and just hugging him from behind before he could fully slip his coat off, bunched at his elbows in a painfully pretty way. You buried yourself into his collar, silently begging for permission to finally feed that day. He chuckles casually, like it was endearing to have a blood sucking monster begging for his blood as domestically as a pet.
Imagine how he’d drag you to your shared bedroom, pulling you on top of him as he undid his bandages painfully slow. He would cup the nape of your neck once he was finally done, pulling you to his neck and wrapping his other arm over your shoulders like he was cradling your head. His fingers would grip tightly at your scalp and nails would dig into your shirt as he felt your fangs pierce his skin just by the pulse point. He hardly let out a sound, just sharply taking in a breath because he was used to it.
Imagine how, despite hating pain, his thighs would tighten around you, holding you closer. How he’d hum unconsciously at the slightly pleasant feeling of your lips on his neck, imagining it more as the forming of a hickey than just feeding you. But, in that same right, he loved being the one who fed you. He was used to feeling expendable, like his life didn’t matter. He found bliss in that for a while. That was until he experienced how nice it was to be called upon when you needed him and then tenderly cared for after being drank from because it was more than just carnal need between you two, but emotional as well.
Imagine how he’d sigh tiredly as you pulled away from his neck, only to pepper gentle apology kisses to the now-dried-out wound. How you wouldn’t stop there because you felt he deserved to feel more loved than that. How you’d help him out of his work clothes and into your baggy shirt and some pajama pants after a nice bath (since he was too lightheaded to stand), then just continued the worship from there. Kissing along his scarred arms and thighs, even his stomach just to watch the way it would tense as he flushed.
The night wouldn’t end there as you’d of course have to make him a nutrient heavy meal to help him get his strength back the next day but when it did end he’d be right back in your arms. Safe in the clutches of a monster.
⭒ .๋ ࣭ ⊹ ˖ 「𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞.」
fandom.: bungou stray dogs
synopsis.: yosano is obsessed with your breasts, so naturally she can’t take her hands off you for too long
pairing.: akiko yosano x afab!reader
cw.: !nsfw! established relationship, soft dom yosano, fingering, pet names, (light) orgasm denial, nipple sucking, kind of vulgar language
word count.: 1k (approximate reading time: four minutes)
og req here
yosano’s smile grows the moment she sees you step out of your shared bedroom, struggling to clasp the necklace around your neck. she doesn’t move to help you. not yet. her gaze drifts, lingering on your lips, then lower, pausing with clear appreciation.
your breasts look delectable in that crimson dress.
“my, my,” she says with a playful lilt. “it’s good you didn’t wear that on our first date. i wouldn’t have been able to keep my eyes off you.”
with a small smile, you throw her a playful pose—exaggerated and unserious, though the way your dress hugs your figure makes her question your intentions. the deep v-neck of your dress plunges dramatically to your midriff, framing your chest just right. yosano raises an eyebrow but steps closer, amused.
“now you’re really teasing me, aren’t you, sweet?”
her hands find your hips with practiced ease, pulling you in. they slide up slowly, caressing your waist, fingers grazing the edges of your ribs. a small shiver runs through you.
“we’re already late, you know,” you remind her softly, arms wrapping around her neck.
yosano hums. “what’s going to change in a few more minutes?” her tone is light, but the intensity in her gaze is noticeable. “we’ll just say we were late for fashionable reasons. i’m sure the others will understand once they see you. i mean, look at you,” she brushes her lips against the shell of your ear. “you’re stunning.”
PLEASE edge me before the event and keep me needy the whole time
everything's chill until i think about my unhealthy homoerotic friendship
You're all I can think of, every drop I drink up.
MINORS DNI!! MINORS DNI!! MINORS DNI!! MINORS DNI!!
contents ⇀ Manager!Mc, AFAB reader, titsucking, fingering, handjob, B.Saja hates your guts (at first but then he starts fucking it), Lots of petnames from him and he calls you 'manager' a lot here, mentions of alcohol, lots of teasing from him, switch reader(and a lil of B.saja), I give him a name here because I refuse to call him Baby Saja the whole time.
side note — im also planning on making a whole lore about how Mc became their manager and yes im calling the reader mc bcs im a LADS fangirl and have grown used to it LOLL
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‧₊˚ ⋅ ❤︎ . . . KINKTOBER MASTERLIST .ᐟ to act on her most intimate urges, vi would so be getting fired. it's just that she can't help herself—a job like this makes one's appetite grow, and your tiny bikini made vi so suddenly aware just how hungry she was—so the best she can do is dream.
♡₊˚ ──── 1.3k. lifeguard!vi x sub!reader. sexual fantasies, mainly vi's pov. public sex, risky sex, squirting. fingering + oral (receiving). servicetop!vi. femme!reader. vi is kind of pervy, and extremely cocky. reader's body type is not described at all. poolside sex... minors do not read/interact.
TONGUE PIERCING + PUBLIC SEX FT. VI | KINKTOBER DAY 3
content warnings: tongue piercing, public sex, piercing kink, semi-exhibitionism, alcohol use, risk of being caught, oral sex, dirty talk, teasing, overstimulation, power play, light restraint, public orgasm, desperate silence, smug domme, praise and taunting
KINKTOBER'25
Chuuya Nakahara loves it when his woman knows her worth.
He doesn't really show it.But He loves it when you act sassy,he loves it when you act on your attitude.It's the fact that you are comfortable enough with him to act up and know who you are,how much you're worth.
He would never admit it.Sure;you two try to avoid arguments with communication,but it doesn't work all the time.And he is obsessed with it when you respond to the arguments with the same temper as his,even worse.The second you raise your voice,clench your fists,he shuts up.Whatever his girl says.
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Chuuya sat quietly on the couch,not a single sound.The neckline of his shirt slightly undone,the fabric creased,tie loosened around his neck.His gaze never leaving yours,lost in your frustrated expression.Lips lightly parted,cheeks heated up from the alcohol he consumed at the bar.
"I don't know who you think I am." You raised your tone,the frustration clear in your face,you weren't going to let him talk,you weren't going to let him interrupt.
"If you are getting off that work,you are coming home.You are not going to that damn bar,you are getting your ass to this house." You pointed your finger to his chest,fists clenching to hold back. "Don't make me fight a man.You know who's words go around here." It wasn't even your house,yet you didn't care.The message you were going for was clear.
No,he wasn't complaining,he wasn't waiting for the yelling to end,he wasn't acting like a bratty child that just got grounded.
He was so fucking turned on by your yelling.
"Yes ma'am."
Eye Contact (Dazai x Reader)
Kinktober Day 4: Blindfold my work crush gave me the ick so i am crushless My works: enjoy Bye now - Mars ♡
Osamu had set the mood, he went all out tonight, it was the first time since you both got together. Insisting you wanted to go slow with your new partner.
When you walked into Osamu’s apartment, his place was decently tidy, candles lit, and a diffuser that you were sure you once saw on Kunikida’s desk. Petals sprinkled on the bedsheets, and a single heart chocolate on each of the pillows.
Your boyfriend was sitting on the edge of the bed, legs sprawled wide, and smiling. “What ya think?” he gestured around the room.
“I think you’re extra but it’s cute” You joined him on the bed, pecking his kiss softly, “I love it, babe”
The detective smiled and let out a giddy chuckle, “I knew you’d like it, Bella”
He takes your hand and kisses your wrist, then your knuckles, soon enough he’s pulling you onto his lap. Eyes exploring your face, “I want you so bad right now” he whispers against your skin, placing soft reverent kisses on your body. “Been thinking about this moment all day” another soft kiss on your shoulder.
Flipping you over and gently laying you down as he cages you under him, lips finding yours in a slow kiss. “You are beautiful,” he rasps whilst he’s kissing down your neck, leaving hickeys in his trail.
“I’m going to take this off now, kay?” Osamu said whilst kissing along your collarbone, “May I have this honour?”
When you nodded, he smoothly undressed you, pausing and staring at your body, at your bare breasts exposed to his eyes.
“I am such a lucky man,” he’s leaning down and plopping himself face first into you, face squished against your soft mounds as his greedy mouth licks, sucks, and bites. Drawing delicious sounds from your throat as he does.
Osamu props himself up on his elbows, kissing your tummy and then dragging his tongue down to your hips, biting the soft flesh there. He is so slow and teasing and borderline torturous.
And you think he’s going to eat you out now but then he’s kissing back up your body, leaving you frustrated and whiney. Osamu revels in those sweet little whines that you make.
“Osamu, you tease”
“Hmm, can’t I enjoy my woman on our first night together?”
A small pout formed on your lips, making you boyfriend lean down and kiss you passionately. Swallowing your sounds, stuffing his tongue down your throat. By the time you pull away, your lips are swollen.
Osamu settled between your legs, he’s still fully dressed, the fabric of his pants pressing deliciously into your heat. Making you clench around nothing.
“I need you, right now, please, Osamu, baby please” you beg but your boyfriend doesn’t relent. Instead he smiles wickedly, and kisses you.
“I’m all yours, Bella”
Whining and pulling him closer, you kiss him back with equal passion and want. He breaks the kiss, looking at you with adoration, “I want you to keep your eyes on me”
“Okay,” you looked at Osamu’s tender eyes, your own going back and forth between his for a few seconds. Confusion swirling in your own as you look at his left eye, then right eye, then left eye again “Osamu?”
“Hm”
“I don’t know which eye to look at” you bite back a laugh, burying your face into your lover’s neck, your failed concealed laugh vibrating against his skin.
Osamu joins in with your laughter, hugging you and rolling over with you, so you’re on top of him. “Bella, I’m trying to be sexy here”
“You are sexy Osamu, you don’t need to try” you kiss each of his cheeks.
He smiles, sitting up with you in his lap, “Let’s try something then… to help with your dilemma”
You watch your boyfriend with an intrigued look as he gets up and stoops down, getting something from the nightstand bottom drawer.
Dazai stands up and holds out a red silk blindfold, smirking “May I?”
“Yes”
He steps closer, one knee sinking into the bed as he leans forward and secures the fabric around your eyes.
“I miss your beautiful face” you tease, hands coming up to wrap around his waist and pull him on top of you.
“You’ll survive, my darling” he pulls you forward, making you welp in surprise. Osamu spreads your thighs and settles between them.
“Focus on my touch… on my voice” his voice is like silk, you feel them deep in your bones. Your skin tingles when he dips his head and kisses your inner thigh.
You can feel his smile against your skin. Skin that is flushed with heat, “Osamu, I need to feel you”
“But you are feeling me, Bella”
“You know what I mean” you squeeze your thighs around his head, he moans wantonly at the action. In retaliation he bites your inner thigh, dangerously close to your heat.
The detective lazily traces his fingertips up and along your thighs, then further up against your lips, using his index and middle finger to spread you open.
You clench around nothing, heat burning your cheeks, suddenly you’re grateful for the blindfold secured around your eyes.
Dazai smiles as he takes in your pretty little cunt, clenching around nothing. He lets a globe of spit fall from his mouth to your fluttering hole. You whine as you feel the wet against your heat.
“Osamu” you groan in frustration, hands gripping the bedsheet tightly.
“Mhmm?” The detective lazily traces his fingertips around your labia, flicking your clit when he’s finished. He sighs like a man who just came from a long day of field work and settles between your thighs. He lifts one of your legs and places it on his shoulder, bandaged arm pressing over your tummy to lock you in place.
A needy whine slips out of your lips, you wanted to cuss him out right now because of course he was taking his precious time whilst you were dying to feel him.
Osamu finally, finally, connects his mouth to your awaiting heat. He uses his thumb to lift the hood of your clit, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud as he kisses it.
His mouth covers your pussy and he sucks the soul out of you. You cry out, thighs tensing against his head. He is relentless with his laps and sucks teasing little soft bites, more his teeth grazing your clit than actual bites.
It feels so good, he takes you up to the highest high and then holds you there, never giving you that sweet release you crave. Osamu does this a few times, messily eating your pussy without stopping until you’re close to exploding and then he draws back, placing soft sweet kisses around your slit and inner thighs to bring you down. Then he’s repeating that same tortuous cycle again until you’re screaming and crying for him to just let you cum.
“If you want it so badly, beg for it”
Oh, he’s so mean!
“Please, I need it, pleaaaseeee” you’re whining and crying out his name, the blindfold wet from your tears. Your hands reach out for him and he threads his fingers with yours, bringing your knuckles to his lips and kissing it.
“Need what, pretty?”
“Need to cum” you whine out, thighs trembling from your muscles tensing and untensing to relieve your frustrations.
“Pretty girl wants to cum?” he muses, connecting his mouth to your core again, attaching his wanting mouth around your clit and hallowing his cheeks to create a suction that adds the perfect pressure to your sensitive buds.
Your peak builds again, stomach twisting in that delicious way that signals you’re about to release and for once Osamu lets you, never stopping as you release into his mouth. He drinks up your cum and continues even after you become sensitive.
Too sensitive.
It’s too much, all at once and your poor little clit can’t take anymore. You buck your hips and try to wiggle away from his mouth but he grips your thighs and holds you down as he continues to lavish you like a madman.
“You wanted to cum, right?”
Damn bastard!
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KINKTOBER DAY 3
OSAMU DAZAI—TEMPERATURE PLAY
Warnings
TEMPERATURE PLAY , bottom!dazai x gn!reader , edging , begging , nipple play , ice cubes , blow job , reader has cold hands
“Darling-! It’s so fucking cold!”
Fresh Set (Dazai x Reader)
Kinktober Day 1: Foot Fetish First time doing kinktober lets gooooo My works: enjoy Bye now - Mars ♡
Entering the apartment, your eyes immediately zoned onto your boyfriend, sprawled lazily on the couch. Smiling, you approached him and plopped down beside him.
"Hi"
"Hi" he smiled, arms latching onto you, peppering your face with soft kisses. Whispering how much he missed you against your skin.
"Got my toes done" you stated, kicking off your shoes and resting your legs on his lap.
Osamu lifted your legs, taking in your freshly done toes with interest. "This colour was meant for you, Bella" he lifts your leg higher, kissing your toes.
You wiggle your toes against his lips. The wiggle instigated a cheeky little bite from your lover, making you gasp almost like you were offended.
"My bad, Bella, let me make it up to you" he muses, his tone was a telltale sign that he was up to no good.
"Osamu." you warned.
"Yes?"
Oh, damn him and his honeyed voice for making you so weak in the knees!
Before you know it, the detective took your big toe into his mouth, sucking it and swirling his tongue around it.
"You're so disgusting"
He erupted into laughter, smiling with your toe in his mouth. He looked so ridiculous and smug. Mostly smug.
When he released your toe, you instantly pulled your feet away. Osamu cages you with his body, slotting himself between your thighs, shamelessly pressing his hard on against your heat.
"If only my lover would indulge me in my fantasies," he whines
You stared at your boyfriend, waiting for him to go on but, obviously, he would draw out the suspense. It wouldn't be Osamu if he didn't.
"Oh beloved, grant me my final wish before I leave this earth"
"Out with it"
"Okay! Jerk my cock with your pretty, suckable, toes" He wiggles his eyebrows comically. He leaned down and pressed a soft reverent kiss against your collarbone, “Pretty please with a cherry on top?”
"I hate cherries, but fine"
He grinned, happy to finally have his way with you. Wasting no time, he unbuckles his pants and pulls his cock out and stroked it a few times.
Long and slender with a pretty little tip that was dripping precum already.
"I don't even want to know how long you've been fantasizing about this"
He smiles and kisses your leg, guiding your feet onto his lap, hands rubbing your feet softly, almost massaging them.
"The lube is on the coffee table, give it to me"
You looked at the table, spotting the lube bottle on the table. "Suspiciously convenient"
Osamu took the lube from you, squirting it onto his cock and spreading it around. He did the same with your feet and claimed he wanted to taste the lube, then proceeded to suck your toes again.
He starts guiding your feet up and down his cock, teaching you what pace he wanted and then releasing you to do all the work on your own.
The heat of the moment takes over you, seeing the way your boyfriend's face flushes and his brows furrow every time you experimentally move your feet. Was he actually into this?
His head was thrown back against the couch, neck exposed and hands tightly gripping the couch pillows
"Bella, don't..."
Confusion is written all over your face but you continue, one stroke, two stroke and then he's moaning wantonly and spilling all over your feet, all over your freshly done set.
White covering your newly done nails
"Did you just..."
"Yes"
"It hasn't even been five minutes"
"You're too sexy I'm afraid" he pants breathlessly, biting down on his lower lip as he catch his breath.
Once Osamu regains his composure he grabs your feet and licks it clean with his tongue. Holding your gaze as he gets into it, putting on a show for you.
"You really are disgusting"
He smiles and kisses each feet, hugging them to his chest
"You should get your toes done more often"
"For you to bless them by coming on them"
"Yes, beloved. Now, gimme a kiss"
"Get away from me" and you're leaning in and connecting your lips with his.
thinking of dazai with a choking kink . . .
imagine riding dazai so good— his hands on your hips as you bounced on his cock, his face buried in your tits, licking and sucking at your nipples. "haah— feels so- so damn good, babe—" he'd moan, smothering his face all over your tits, his drool covering them in a sticky, wet, sheen.
"yeah? you like this, baby?" you panted, grinding your hips in circles— making him throw his head back. your fingers were tangled in his fluffy brown hair, tugging at the roots softly, feeling him throb inside of you. his lips smudged with your lipstick — sucking and biting at every bit of flesh he could reach, his hands now kneading and pulling at the globes of your ass. "doin' s'good," you praised, planting kisses on the exposed skin of his neck, down to his collarbones — before reaching back up to press a sloppy kiss to his lips. the kiss was all teeth and tongue— no coordination or rhythm, only carnal desire.
but then— then you wrapped one of your hands around his neck— squeezing just hard enough to have his eyes rolling and fuck, he never blew a load so quickly in his entire life. his eyes were blown with lust as he stared up at you, hips twitching from the force of his orgasm as he panted like a wild animal. what the actual fuck.
his cum was gushing out of your cunt because there was just so much— the creamy substance spilling on his thighs and onto the floor, making a mess. "i—"
"did you just cum from that?" you cut off whatever he was going to say, amusement laced in your voice as you let go of his neck, his skin flushed with arousal and slight embarrassment. "listen, i honestly d-don't know what.. happened..." his voice went quiet at the last part of his sentence as you picked up your pace again, now slowly grinding your hips— feeling his cock stir awake inside of you.
you reached for his neck again, now with both hands— "do it again."
(god i love pathetic!dazai)
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