ft. dazai, atsushi, chuuya, akutagawa.
𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓: makeout headcanon's, & short drabble’s.
𝐂𝐖: suggestive content, fem!reader
# wc, 3,9k total.
making out with dazai, is so exhilarating yet soft at the same time.
it doesn’t matter to him if you two have only 5 minutes or all the time in the world, he grabs every opportunity to make out with you, maybe take it a little further if he’s really into it, which is most times.
he always has his hands on you during it, he can’t just use his mouth, he needs to use his hands to feel you up.
could be his hands groping at the skin of your waist, sqeeuzing and massaging at the skin while his mouth works on yours.
or, one hand resting on your lowerback, lithe fingers tapping on the skin in a rhythmic pattern, the other holding your face, his thumb carresing the soft skin of your cheek.
he also really likes it when your hands are all over him.
hands gripping at his beige trench coat, arms wrapped around his waist, fingers tugging at his brown locks, hands on his chest, hurriedly pushing him onto the bed to continue whatever you two started, your mouth still connected to his.
it doesn’t matter to him where you’re touching him, the only important thing is that your hands are on him at all times, from start to finish.
as i’ve said before, he doesn’t have a preference between quickies and taking his time with you.
he loves any chance he gets to have his lips on yours, he always savors every moment he gets with you.
location also doesn’t matter to him at all, the archive room in the agency, a dark alleyway he dragged you to in the middle of a mission, or simply in the comfort of your own home, couch, bed, kitchen counter, etc.
he literally does not care, he will take you wherever, whenever.
dazai’s also never fazed when someone catches you two.
the scene could be as erotic as possible, mouths connected by a string of saliva, his hands under your shirt, groping at your tits, thankfully still covered by your bra. your hands tangled in his hair, and both of your faces flush and warm, with kunikida standing infront of you. his face even redder than both of your’s combined.
dazai was completely unfazed, acting like his hands totally aren’t under your shirt right now.
he just loves having his lips on yours, his tongue fighting it’s way inbetween your lips, and his hands roaming all over your body.
you noticed dazai was unreasonably impatient today, barely having entered the archive room, his lips were on yours immediately.
you heard him close the door, but you didn’t hear the lock click.
‘ ‘samu—‘ you could barely get his name out your mouth before he cut you off by slamming his mouth on yours.
‘mhh— don’t talk bella, need you.’ his tone was airy, almost sounding like a whimper.
he didn’t hesitate a moment to untuck your shirt from your pants to slide his hands under your shirt, his hands finding your bare skin and sqeeuzing and kneading at your waist.
your arms automatically wrapped themselves around his neck, fingers twirling around the hairs on the back of his head.
he didn’t even pull away to catch his breath, even if you tried to pull away slightly, he’d find your lips right away, giving you no space to breathe.
his coffee brown eyes bored into yours, eyes half lidded and filled with lust.
everything was so heated, his fingers had found it’s way to the clasp of your bra, he had almost unclasped all the hooks, but you finally got to pull your face away from his, successfully now.
the way he stared at you now almost made you feel bad for him, his eyes were glazed over and his lips were so red and swollen.
‘not here ‘samu, what if someone catches us?!’ you whispered yelled inbetween heaved breaths, ‘don’t care, jus’ let me have you, please bella.’ he sounded so desperate for you right now, you didn’t even know where it came from.
he was panting heavily, his hands still ghosting over the lace of your bra. ‘fine, but if someone catches us, you’re doing the dishes for a month.’ he didn’t hesitate a beat before he reclaimed your mouth again.
as if on cue, he succesfully fully unclasped your bra, he didn’t care to take it off you fully, just having his hands on your bare skin was enough.
he was sucking your face off at this point, all whilst his hands carresed your chest, having no intent of stopping anytime soon.
it was a miracle no one had the thought to open the door to the very room you were currently getting your face sucked off and where you were practically half naked. with dazai unintentionally grinded his hips against you.
it was a very intimate scene to say the least.
atsushi is always so nervous when making out with you.
he doesn’t know where to put his hands to not make you uncomfortable, even if you’ve told him it’s okay for him to touch you anywhere he wants, numerous times.
he starts off relatively tame at first.
hands lightly brushing along your waist, carefully resting his hands on the curve of it.
but, the longer the moment goes on, the more daring he gets with his hand placement.
his hands start roaming all over your body, a stray hand trailing over your spine, hands squeezing at your love handles, hands gripping at your hips, your thighs, every part of your body gets his attention atleast once.
he also absolutely loves it when you’re just simply holding his holding his hands, fingers tightly intertwined with eachother, your nails digging into the back of his hand, creating cresent shapes mark from the pressure.
unlike dazai, atsushi isn’t really a fan of a quick makeout session in a random storage room, he likes to take his time with you, and preferably in private of your own home where there’s zero chance to get caught.
it doesn’t matter where in your home though, on the couch, bed, or maybe even in the shower? doesn’t matter to him. as long as it’s at your own place.
he also has this bad habit of biting your lips,
sharp canine teeth he’s got thanks to his abilty, always drawing a little blood from your lips.
atsushi swears he doesn’t do it on purpose, but you how he starts doing it more and more as the moment gets even more heated.
the apologies always come after you’re done, when he sees what a mess he’s made of your lips. your lips are obviously super red and swollen from the kissing itself, but tiny bite marks all across your bottom lip lightly bleeding from his bites.
he will literally get on his hands and knees to apologize, muttering sorry after sorry and a plethora of other apologies, but he knows that he’ll keep doing it again and again.
you and atsushi currently sat in the living room, you’re sitting on the couch and he’s sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch.
he hadn’t said a word to you all day long, which was weird coming from him. he always liked to tell you about his day, so coming home to him being quiet concerned you a little.
after a few more minutes and no word from atsushi, you decided to confront him about it.
you tapped his shoulder once, then twice when he didn’t respond to the first tap.
‘baby, you okay?’ your tone was careful, as to not startle him.
when you didn’t hear a reply from him, you put a hand on his shoulder to turn him to face you.
before you knew it, you were laid down on the couch, your body being pressed into the pillows by atsushi’s body being ontop of yours.
‘atsu—,’ you couldn’t even get his name out your mouth before he kissed you roughly, you immediately responded and moved your mouth in sync with his.
you didn’t know how or when it happened, but one of his hands was holding both your wrists above your head, his other hand having made it’s way under your shirt.
he had no intent to pull away to catch his breath or let you take a breath for that matter.
everytime you tried to pull away he pulled your lips back on his with his teeth, nibbling on your lower lip just a little, not hard enough to draw blood.
you didn’t know where this came from, and if he had to be really honest with you, he didn’t know either.
he had missed you badly all day, he really needed to kiss you all day, but he couldn’t.
you were gone almost the whole entire day, having been sent on an assignment that took up all your workhours for that day.
so his original plan was when you two got home, he’d take you to the bedroom and do everything he’s been wanting to do the whole entire day.
but his idea was ruined by the thought of what you’d think of him if he did that out of the blue, what if you didn’t want him to? he would never ever want to overstep your boundaries.
so he decided to keep himself quiet, if the evening would pass by quickly and he’d gone to sleep, then maybe the urges would’ve flown by in the morning.
but he just couldn’t take it anymore, your presence was too overwhelming for him.
being pressed into the couch pillows by the strength of one hand on your body, the other holding your hands above your head. with atsushi’s body hovering over yours, all while his lips and tongue never leave yours.
you could tell he was really into it, it seemed like all his senses had disappeared, being replaced by sheer lust for you.
it was definitely a very different atsushi than you were used to, it’s not like you have any complaints, he’s just so feral for you right now and god, it’s really hot.
you would certainly die a very happy death if you died right here and now, with atsushi bascially manhandling you.
it almost seemed like he’d never stop, his mouth had moved to trail wet open mouthed kisses along your neck, you could feel his slightly scratchy tongue licking on your skin, making you shiver a little.
he was in the middle of sucking a hickey on your neck until he stopped out of nowhere, ‘babe?’ his body was completely still. you could still slightly feel his teeth on your skin, but there was no movement.
the hand holding your wrists together left in a flash, along with the one that was carresing your bare skin, both flew to cover his face.
his full bodyweight fell on yours, making you let out a loud oomph from the sudden impact.
he hid his face in the crook of your neck, silence filled the room for a moment before a string of apologies escaped him.
‘i-i’m so sorry! i didn’t— i didn’t mean to do that! i’m such an idiot! i’m really sorry [name]! i’ll do anything to make it up to you, i swear! i’m really sorry!’ the tone of his voice made your heart clench, he sounded so, so worried, you tried to tell him it was okay, but he couldn’t hear you through his frantic rambling.
‘atsushi,’ you said firmly, and loud enough to get through to him. ‘y-yes?’ ‘you don’t need to apologize for this, i promise.’ your tone was as gentle as ever, moving yourself so you laid face to face with him.
you very gently coaxed his hands away from his face, showing his embarrassed face to you.
‘but i—‘ you put a finger on his lips to shush him, if you didn’t. he would’ve rambled hundreds more apologies out, and that really wasn’t necessary.
‘no buts. you really don’t have to apologize for it, pinky promise.’ you gave him a content smile and pressed a feather light kiss to his lips.
he let out a sigh he didn’t know he was holding.
you stood up from your position, and you held a hand out to him for him to follow.
‘c’mon baby, let’s continue what you started.’
making out with chuuya is always so intense.
he likes to keep everything at a really slow pace, making sure every brush of his skin against yours feels like a flame igniting itself.
much like atsushi, he likes to take his time with you. he doesn’t do half work.
but, he’s not completely against a quick makeout.
for example. if he’s been absolutely swamped with work for the past few hours, and you so just happen to walk in his office, you can count on him to pull you on his lap, or pin you against the door and give himself a brief ten minutes to have his fun with you, just to refresh his mind a little.
those are the only circumstances he’ll be quick with you, any other situation you’ll be going at it for a long, long time.
chuuya also loves having his hands on you.
hands splayed across your back, hands squeezing at the flesh of your thigh, the cool leather of his gloved fingers trailing along your ribs, all the way to the clasp of your bra to tug it off you, hands cupping the curve of your ass.
you will feel his hands everywhere on your body, always roaming over your skin, and never settling for one second.
he makes sure you feel everything all at once.
his lips connected with yours, hands on your bottom, his nails digging into the flesh.
his immense body heat seeping into you, making everything all the more intense than it was.
chuuya also really loves having you sat on his lap. he loves pressing you as close to him as humanly possible.
he currently has you straddling his lap on the leather couch in his office.
you came into his office wearing an outfit that was a little too skimpy for it’s own good, tight fabric digging into all the perfect places of your body.
the look on his face was undeniable lust, you could feel his fiery gaze on you the second you stepped in.
his eyes looked you up and down a few times, really taking in the beautiful sight of you.
he was still on the clock, but he knew himself good enough to know he couldn’t restrain himself.
you barely locked the door before you were pressed against the wall, right next to the door you locked right on time.
his mouth slammed on yours with fervent passion, causing you to gasp slightly, allowing him to slip his tongue in your mouth, immediately intertwining with your own.
he left you no room to move.
a leg was pressed inbetween your thigh’s, his hands roaming around your waist, pulling you even closer to him, leaving not even an inch between your bodies.
there was no gentleness in his actions at all, he was being driven by urgency and lust, no concern for how harshly he pushed you against the wall.
your hands went to tangle in his silky soft waves, his signature hat was missing from the typical spot on the top of his head, it probably fell from his head during the way he pinned you to the wall in a hurry.
slowly, he pulled away from you. his face an inch away from yours to give you both space to breathe.
heavy pants were the only thing heard throught the room, his half lidded eyes bored into yours.
you felt his chest heave against yours in quick movements. his hands had stilled on your waist, fingers slowly drawing circles on the clothed skin, pressure hard enough to let you feel it.
‘y’re doin’ this on purpose ain’t ya?’ his tone was low, almost sounding like a threat.
‘maybe.. thought you’d want a little distraction from work.’ you flashed him an innocent smile, completely aware of how you were ruining him.
‘well ‘t certainly worked, but you know i can’t keep my hands off ya now.’ he trailed a line of kisses along your jaw, then picking you up to carry you to the couch.
you straddled his lap now, your knees digging into the cold leather of the couch.
you wasted no time kissing him again, your hands holding his face with such tenderness, unlike the intensity of the current situation.
his hands moved to slide under the silk of the short dress you were wearing, gloved fingers gliding over your bare skin, until his fingers stopped in their tracks.
he pulled away with a slight gasp, staring you deep in your eyes.
you smirked at this reaction, you knew he’d found the little surprise you left him.
‘fuck, doll. y’re gonna kill me one day.’ he grumbled, a grin making it’s way on his face.
the grin told you everything you needed.
you weren’t gonna be leaving his office anytime soon, and his paperwork would be left unfinished for the night.
making out with akutagawa is always very messy.
just like atsushi, he doesn’t know where to put his hands.
he’s never been the overly touchy type. stiffening up almost every single time your hand even so much as brushes past his.
it always makes him unreasonably flustered when he tries to make an attempt to touch you, he doesn’t even know why his face always feels so hot when he’s just trying to hold your hand.
it’s always so, so much worse when making out with you.
the feel of your body being so intimately close to him, your lips on his, tongues intertwined with each other, your hands carding through his short black hair.
his hands are always stilled in the air for the first five minutes, first trying to adjust himself to the sudden warmth and weight of your body suddenly being on him.
then they slowly gravitate to your waist and back, his nimble fingers ghosting over your warm, soft skin.
that’s most often the furthest he’ll go with touching you, anything more and he becomes even more flustered, rendering him unable to continue kissing you from the sheer embarrassment, even though he knows it’s okay to touch you anywhere he wants, he just can’t will himself to do more.
akutagawa is also someone who prefers to keep things in the privacy of your own home.
he hates the idea of anyone being able to catch you two in the act, he really doesn’t want anyone, literally anyone. to see him like this, absolutely head over heels for you.
the bedroom is the only place he’ll ever go further than simply kissing you and holding your hand.
he loves it when you straddle his lap.
he’s sitting upright against the headboard, his well trusted coat discarded, but still close enough so he’s able to reach it when needed. his hands have settled on your waist, hands sliding up and down the curve, not yet daring to slide under your shirt.
you’re straddling his lap, chest flush against his, trailing messy, wet, openmouthed kisses against his neck, your hands desperately attempting to untie his cravat, blindly tugging and pulling at the cloth.
he never knows what he’s even doing, his lips never fully on you. it didn’t look like you were even kissing eachother, more eating off eachother’s faces.
but it’s a hundred percent the best makeout’s you’ve ever had, even if it’s a complete mess afterward.
akutagawa needed you so, so badly right now.
he needs to feel your bodyheat seeping into him, the comfortable weight of your body fully on him, your soft lips slotted with his.
work had been an absolute hell today, all his subordinates seemed extra annoying today, if that was even possible.
he just needed to get home to you, no more distinct thoughts about work, just you. that’s all he needs right now.
the frontdoor closes with a loud thud, he could care less about a noise complaint right now. he quickly tugs off his shoes and makes a beeline for the bedroom.
all the lights in the living room and kitchen are off, the only illumination in the area being the starry night sky visible through the large window.
the bedroom door was slightly ajar, a streak of warm yellow light extending into the hallway, the door creaked as he opened the door slowly.
you were sat on the bed, back resting against the cushions and the duvet half over your body. you were reading a book that akutagawa gave you as a gift, you hadn’t yet noticed him come in until you heard a series of coughs.
‘welcome back, ryu. i missed you.’ you closed the book and placed it on the nightstand, you then stood up from your position on the bed and made your way over to akutagawa.
you pressed a kiss to his lips and wrapped your arms around his waist, enveloping him in a hug
he reciprocated the hug, holding you a little tighter than he normally would. ‘..missed you too.’ he murmured against your forehead, giving a light peck to it.
you held out your hand for him to take it, which he did. and led him to sit in bed with you.
you straddled his lap, which he wasn’t expecting from you, but it’s exactly where he needed you right now, it’s almost like you read his mind.
he inhaled one sharp breath before your mouth collided with his, capturing them in a needy kiss.
his hands immediately settled themselves on your hips, gripping them like a vice, as if he were to let go, you’d slip away through his fingers.
there wasn’t any room to breathe, your mouth constantly locked on his with no intent to pull away.
your teeth were clashing together with how rushed and messy everything, you felt a small trail of drool drippling down your chin.
there was no coordination between you two at all, both being driven by an intense hunger for the other. you both didn’t care how sloppy everything was going. it felt good. really good. and that’s all that matters right now.
the moment was too good to ever let go, you didn’t want to pull away from him, even if it was only to catch your breath for a moment, you just couldn’t.
only when akutagawa pulled away for a breather, you almost instinctively pulled back to him, only now realizing how out of breath you really were.
you were both really flushed, cheeks red from the heat rushing to your faces as you saw the state of eachother.
akutagawa’s hair was all messy from your hands gripping and running through the strands, his cravat half undone and a few buttons of his white dress shirt undone. showing a small patch of his pale chest.
you were both panting heavily, staring in eachothers eyes deeply, never flicking your gaze away from him even once.
it felt like time had slowed around you, allowing you to capture the image of akutagawa staring at you, he practically has hearts in his eyes, exclusively for you. completely flushed and undone.
this was a sight you’d never want to move away from, wishing you could freeze the picture of this utterly perfect moment.
everything was perfect, just like it is. you wouldn’t change anything for the world.
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