#beast!dazai

[mothermakkar]

“don’t call me odasaku”

[lxxyz]

beast soukoku!

[yayll]

~ a little something about Beast Dazai and his inability to let you go ~

Your hand trembles as you're about to knock on the massive office doors and you wonder if you're about to make the biggest mistake of your life.

You got too close working for this terribly lonely man, and now you're knocking at his door with the only solution you can think of to put an end to your silly infatuations that have gone on for longer than you'd want to admit and can possibly handle. You open the door slowly, and walk into the elegant and massive office space, your eyes falling right onto the dark haired man in all black hunched over the desk, scribbling away as if he didn't hear you come in. You walk quietly, and when you reach the wooden desk, your voice comes out soft and firm.

"Dazai, sir? I wanted to speak to you about something sensitive, if I may."

You chew on the corner of your bottom lip, but quickly compose yourself when you see the face of the man you've spent so much time with, the unfortunate love of your life. if it weren't for his Maroon scarf, he'd look like nothing but a black void. A burnt Black cat. He looks up, narrowed eyes scan you as he takes a sip of his tea, replying in a monotonous tone.

"What is it?"

"After much consideration, I think.. I need to leave the Port Mafia. We've worked together for quite a while now, and I can assure you it's not about the quality or enjoyment of my work. You don't even have to acknowledge this beyond me simply saying it, I just have to confess something that makes my heart ache. You make my heart ache. I know how unprofessional that sounds and that you have no use for such affections, but I can't keep pretending. It's why I think it's time for me to move onto something else otherwise my work will become disrupt-"

A lifted finger is shoved into your face, signaling you to stop, and so you do. Of course you do. You always had a habit of word vomiting when you were anxious. Dazai is staring down at his tea, and he stays quiet for a long time, trying to pick what emotion he can mask his real outraged ones with. Finally, he flashes you an unbothered look, his eyes half lidded as they taunt you. A cruel smirk curls onto his lips.

"Oh? What an awful time for your honesty! I'm currently drowning in work and responsibilities, ones that you're supposed to aid me with, actually. Thus, I have no use for your confession." He simply says.

You can feel a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. You expected this. Looking down at your shoes, you chew on your lip again.

"I had to tell you.. Like I said, you can just forget about it."

"Well you see, that's the problem. I can't forget it. The moment you uttered those nasty little words to me, I realized I have to carry the weight of finding a new secretary. And I resent that."

He looks away for a brief second, his words are bitter and laced with what sounds like remorse and irritation.

You cross your arms and sigh, your voice comes out lower than your confidence.

"I just thought that we were... I suppose I should have never dared to assume you'd ever see me as more than a-"

He instantly leans over his desk, now placing a finger on your lip, his voice just above a whisper.

"... And though these feelings you have for me may be inconvenient, it doesn't mean that they're unwelcome."

He lets his finger rest on your lips for just a second too long, meanwhile you're frozen in place feeling like your chest is going to collapse in on itself. His voice becomes softer.

"Sit, please."

You sit down, now facing each other. It's quiet for a few moments as you both study each other's expressions. This form of intimacy was unusual to everyone else but the two of you, having spent countless hours in the past working across one another without uttering a single word, yet communicating in perfect sync. You were a part of each other's routines, a never ending spiral. Dazai feels himself teetering on the edge of something dangerous, something peeling away at his very soul. He's usually so arrogant and domineering, but in this instant, he suddenly feels an exhaustion wash over him trying to keep that going. He's kept it going for so long, he forgot that he doesn't like doing it with you. You don't deserve to be a part of all of this, and he doesn't deserve to want you.

Oh how he loathes his true identity: A simple man. A human man. Your man.

When he can't take it anymore, he slowly creeps his bandaged hand on top of yours, applying light pressure, but his eyes don't dare look into yours. Not yet. Finally, you break the silence, staring down with furrowed brows at the way your hands fit around one another. You mutter under your breath, tired of being vague.

"What are we to each other, Dazai? I mean really?"

"Do I really need to spell it out for you?" He snorts, trying to cling to the last of his cruelty but failing as he lets his emotions sway his judgement.

You sigh, flipping your hand over so that your fingers can fully intertwine.

"I just don't know how I could ever take up any space in your mind. I didn't think you noticed whether I stayed or left."

He looks up, flashing you a mildly offended look, his sharp eyes narrowing. He scoffs quietly, dropping your hand and standing up from his desk. He walks over to you, his full height now looming. He bends down and scolds you.

"What an obscene thing to say. You're invaluable. You have always been occupying my mind, every minute, every second, every microsecond. I always notice. I'd notice even if I was on my deathbed."

Your breath catches in your throat, and you finally manage to swallow the lump that's building up as you stare up at your reckoning.

"I just- I'd never try to leash you, sir."

His eyes soften, and he tilts his head slightly. You drive him mad with the way you don't realize what a dog he is for you. His voice comes out strained.

"You wouldn't need to. And don't call me that. You know my name, and as your superior l'm ordering you to address me properly."

Your cheeks flush, and you part your lips, letting out the breath you can't stop holding. A faint smile appears on your face, and you stand up slowly to meet him.

"You're like the moon, you know? You control everything like the tides. You control me, Osamu."

He shakes his head, and sighs deeply. If only you could see how wrong you were. He steps closer, moving his hand up your arm gently as he trails his way to your collarbone with ghost-like strokes.

"Did you know that sometimes when I'm laying in bed, all alone after a long day of controlling things, my only thoughts are about you?"

He confesses, sincerely. Dazai brings his face inches from yours, his voice now becoming a pleading whisper. His hand travels down to your waist, gripping it gently.

"Do you find it hard to believe that you bring me to my knees, the big scary Port Mafia boss? Because if so, you're a great fool! I love spending my time with you. I quite literally need you by my side in my times of need and at any random and mundane moment that passes. It brings me unimaginable joy when you nag me to get more sleep, especially when I don't listen because I can't wait to hear you say it over and over again. I don't like it when you have plans, or when you report to anyone else but me. I want you to stay with me tonight and every single night after and I don't care how awful this sounds. I don't care about you having a life outside of me."

Your throat feels tight, eyes wide at the fervor of his words alone. You reply with a shaky breath.

"Every single night after?"

"Every. Single. Night. After..."

"As if we were together?"

"We are together." He declares as if it were obvious this entire time.

Hearing Dazai be so blunt makes your mind fog over quickly, a whiplash of feelings that you never thought would ever see the light of day suddenly surface. He feels the same, realizing how much he's given away to you in such a short amount of time, but for him it's been rotting inside for years. He's been held together by the glue of your support too long not to kneel for you now. It's over for him, he's run out of masks to wear. He slowly guides your body backwards towards the opulent leather couch at the center of the room. You stop when you feel yourself backing up into the cool pebbled hide, and he slowly lowers you down onto your back with his arms supporting you. He delicately hovers over you, looking deeply into your eyes as he takes in the way your bodies feel against each other. For a moment he worries he might actually be trembling.

His breath hitches when you place a hand on the bandaged side of his face that covers his left eye. You stroke the fabric lightly, eyes twinkling with unfiltered adoration. He thinks about the only other person who's ever looked at him with such reverence, and how painful it is not to be able to tell his best friend he's in love. He leans into your touch, humming softly and closing his eyes as he molds his lips deeply into yours. It's not a kiss of sexual desire. This is a kiss born of romance and intimacy, a mutual oath of surrender. cold bandaged hands instinctively wander your body, starting at the waist down to your hips, and slowly exploring the plush of your thighs, kneading them. He runs them higher, lightly tracing your ribs with his index finger while the other hand cups your face. Dazai's mouth moves gently, and slowly pulls away from yours with a soft whine. His fingers trace your jawline as he stares at you. You taste like milk and honey. Like the moon and rain. He smiles at you, eyes sparkling like the night sky. You feel his heartbeat against your body. Every single pore of your skin is connected.

"Please— don't leave the Port Mafia, and don't leave me alone... Not tonight. Not ever. I'd become a tyrant without you."

"Is that also an order?" You murmur in between shallow breaths, dreamy eyes trained on him.

His eyes flicker over to your lips for a moment, then return to your eyes. His voice drops to something that resembles a soft whimper.

"Noo. No, it's not. I could never demand anything from you. But if you'll allow me to act selfishly, I just want to make you happy, to see you smile. I want you to keep greeting me with that tea you make every morning before our meetings. I also never want to hear you call me 'Sir' again. I am not your boss or your friend... I'm so much more than that. We've always been together. We will always be together— Is this too much?"

You shake your head, smiling uncontrollably at the way Dazai rambles in this moment, it's a side of him you've never seen in all the years you've known him. A stark contrast from the detached and cruel presence that frightens others on an almost daily basis. This seems like a person pretending to be the boss of the Port Mafia, an almost perfect imitation. You're not sure what barriers within him had to break for him to become the mushy and needy mess you see before you and what it all means in the long run, but you dismiss it for now. You get the feeling this might be the real Osamu Dazai. And that excites you.

"Never too much. I'm here and I'm staying. I would always stay."

He chuckles, it's a broken shaky laugh bordering on a sob. He buries himself in your neck, smiling against your soft skin, nibbling on it. He lightly runs his tongue against the mark he leaves, and slowly lifts his gaze to meet yours

"... I know you would. You always do."

You tilt your head, and hum in mild confusion at his odd little comment.

"Do you know something I don't?"

He flashes you a knowing smile and speaks prophetically as he lightly traces a finger over a large vein on your neck, following it down to your soft chest. He murmurs lazily while bringing his lips down to where he won't be able to get them off for the rest of the night.

"I know everything, silly.~"

The Port Mafia can wait, he's going home first.

[baby-tini]

Sitting in ADA!Dazais lap as he plays with your cunt, sobbing into his shoulder, your tears leaking through his bandages as him and Beast!Dazai have a conversation and PM!Dazai is just messing with the tv...

[ranpazz]

ARE YOU DEATH OR PARADISE? ft. Dazai Osamu

synopsis ; He thought he could prevent your inevitable death. How foolish he was to believe that he'd succeed where he failed in every world.

cw ; beast!zai, character death, angst/no comfort, gn!reader, not proofread (it's me.), someone needs to take Billie Ellish away from me.

Death.

Humans fear two things. The inevitable, and what they dont know. The first thing is what most humans tend to try and avoid, knowing that it's impossible. Some fear it, some wish for it. To Dazai, it was something that he felt the duality of. He feared it– only when it prayed and caught onto those he cherished most, yet he wished for it to the point it was not sane.

In this world, the very one he fabricated every tiny detail down to the wire, he assured himself that nothing could truly avoid his watchful eye. He even brought you along with him to ensure that fact. You're something precious, possibly even otherworldly, to Dazai, even in the realities that he's a mere spectator of. The memories of you that plague his mind like flies swarming food.

He wanted to believe that, even just for a moment, you were his. That you didn't belong to the versions of him from another world– you were solely his. Dazai protected you, he has the resources in this world to save you from the very fate that found you in every universe– death. You were supposed to be safe. You were not supposed to be lost. This wasn't supposed to happen again. Then again, Dazai knew better.

So why did he hope that you were any different?

Why did he believe that when he witnessed you die on the CCTV footage, killed by a threat greater than himself, you were merely playing a game? Why did he, for once, pray to a God that this was not the horrid reality it was meant to be? Why was life so far away from fair, taking away the only string of sanity that kept him going in this world?

It was simple, really. He was Dazai Osamu. Everything he wants is lost the moment he obtains it.

Which led him here, hovering over your body, clutching you tightly in his grasp as if you'd vanish the moment he let you go. He was trembling, your blood was staining his hands, tainting the bandages he wore a deep shade of scarlet. Dazai had never cried before, but he could feel his tear ducts stinging, his vision blurring.

Chuuya’s shouts were ignored, all Dazai could focus on was how at peace you looked. Your hair was disheveled, yet it framed your face with the upmost delicacy, your lifeless eyes were closed, thick lashes mocking him, causing him to ponder that you might just be toying with him. Unfortunately, the lack of a heartbeat in your ribs, the paleness of your skin, and the way no air entered nor left your body, said otherwise.

The pages of that godforsaken book tunneled his vision, the sentences that spelt out your death tantalizing him. He knows, so stop it. Stop reminding him of what he lost. Dazai knew he was reckless, stupid for bringing you into this life when he should have left you alone. He should have learned from those other versions him that it's best not to become attached. The original version learned from Oda, so how come he just had not learned his lesson from you?

It could have been that he did not want to accept the truth of your demise. You had loved him so tenderly, accepted every one of his flaws, remained patient with him no matter what occurred. You were practically his safe-haven in each universe. Maybe it was your understanding that led him to forgetting the reason why he told himself to stay away. Or possibly it was the sheer love that he refused to acknowledge until the last minute.

.

.

In the next life, he'll try again. You'll stay safe, you'll stay alive. He'll do whatever it takes for you to stay by his side.

Next time, he'll do things differently.

divider by @kodaswrld

[what-the-stories-have-foretold]

hellooo im requesting/asking if you do SFW alphabet? (specifically Dazai :3) if not, maybe one shots of Dazai through different love languages (his) it can be ADA Dazai/Beast btw. thank youuu!. its fine if you dont write this just that your fluff is just so sksbjsjdhshsh

Aaa that's so sweet!!! And thank you for sending this request, I finally read the beast light novel because of it 💕

Beast!Dazai SFW Alphabet

Navi.

Warnings: beast spoilers

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Very affectionate. He likes having you on his lap, face nestled into his chest or neck, all curled up like a cat. Sitting together like this in his office, he often pats your head. As long as your safety is guaranteed, he loves to have you like this during meetings as well. Might press some short and sweet kisses to your cheek or forehead or play with your hair.

Also big on pet-names! He usually opts for things like "dear" and in very (very) few instances even "my love".

B = Best friend (How do they see you? How do they show their love?)

He is very torn. You are one of the people in life he trusts the most. Second only to Odasaku. Still, he knows that he will have to leave you in this world, but selfishly hopes that at least in another he'll get to hold you until the end. He does not tell you everything - far from it. And yet, you are the person who knows him best.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He loves to cuddle. Your warm body next to his reminds him that he's still alive. When he can't sleep, he likes to have your weight on top of him. While it does not necessarily help him fall asleep, he likes feeling you rest on him. Just watching you like this calms him down.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He likes to think about it. His favourite daydream is of you both dancing in a quaint little kitchen, rays of the morning sun gently falling through the curtains. The vision never fails to make him smile.

E = Empathy (How well do they know you? How do they comfort you?)

He knows you very well, and is surprisingly good when you're crying - although it usually nearly comes across as patronising. Likes to keep you on his lap, cooing at your shivering and snivelling form. You may recognise a pattern: as long as you're on his lap (or in his arms), everything is well. At least that's what he swears by.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Interestingly enough, unlike his ada!counterpart, he really wouldn't mind settling down with you in a small, comfortable apartment in the outskirts of the city. However, he can't risk this world breaking apart, so, even if it makes his heart twinge, he will have to leave soon.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Very gentle, but, albeit rarely, cruelty might shimmer through. It's shown in his eyes, devoid of all emotion when he speaks to you (voice still so soft), or in the way his hold is tight enough to show he is in charge. Never bruising, still gentle, but firm. However, it is unlikely that you caused this. Maybe a job went wrong or he is particularly protective that day. Or maybe his self-hatred at allowing himself to love you surfaces for a moment.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He loves having you cling to him. When he comes home late, he adores it when you come up to him (having stayed awake waiting for him, oh what a dear you are), to hug him. He'll set down his briefcase and open his arms to receive you. One of his hands will come to rest at the top of your head, the other will draw you closer by your lower back.

He doesn't initiate hugs as often as you. When he does, he tugs you against him so your back hits his chest and rests his chin on your head.

I = Intimacy (How are they with vulnerability?)

He wants you to be comfortable with him. In general, it's because he believes you deserve a good and steady partner. However, a perverted part of him ever so briefly likes the idea of you feeling dependent on him (though that also leads to some of his self-hatred).

For himself, he is relatively vulnerable in front of you. Still, he doesn't tell you much more than half of it (if even that) and he probably tells you less than he would Oda.

If only he had a life with you, he would act differently - or at least it's what he likes to think.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Dazai is very secure in his relationship with you. If he doubted you even a little bit, he wouldn't even have entertained it. Still, he does get jealous if someone looks at you for a moment too long or - god forbid - tries to flirt with you. (In a kinder world Oda flirts with you as a joke and Dazai draws you against his side, laughing as if he actually found it funny, but his eyes are a dead give away. Even Oda gets uneasy and hastens to get away a new drink.)

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Usually short and gentle kisses. But when at home kisses sometimes turn desperate - deeper and longer with hands clawing at each other (to remind himself you're both real)

He also likes taking your hand and kissing it. When he feels silly, or is overcome with cuteness aggression (at least once every time you're on his lap) he showers your face with kisses, making exaggerated sounds during it and revels in your giggles.

L = Love (When/How quickly/How often do they say it?)

Your steady presence in his life slowly makes him fall in love with you - although it definitely is a longer process. He may have had a soft spot for you pretty quickly, but actually allowing feelings to grow would take some serious time.

He doesn't say "I love you" often, unfortunately, but in his dreams he showers you with love confessions. What he does do is compliment you every chance he gets!

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He likes to watch you sleep, with his insomnia there isn't much else he can do. Kisses the top of your head when he stands up. Always tries to make time to prepare at least something to drink for you.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Late night chats - this is the most vulnerable you'll ever hear him (though he never looks it). One of his favourite things to do is playing with your hair or caressing your skin to lull you to sleep.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

With his soft spot he would let you see little titbits - still barely scratching the surface. The closer you grow the more he reveals. But knowing how this will all end, he will never reveal much more than half of it.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

In general, he does not get easily angered. If someone messes with you bad though they may be treated to Dazai's anger (still calm, but his anger shimmers through v clearly).

With you though, he is patient like a saint. If he has decided to commit, he will have made sure a thousand times already, that you are a loyal person. So, he won't have to deal with you backstabbing him, which would be pretty much the only thing that could anger him. His patience may snap if he should ever have opened up about Oda and the other worlds (unlikely) and you try to become involved - even just to help him (he's just worried). He will apologise later because he knows it was selfish to pursue you, but he can't let anything (even you, as much as it hurts him) get in the way.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers everything. Every comment made in passing, even the most miniscule reactions. For your first anniversary he gifted you a book you had apparently looked at longingly during a trip in Jinbōchō, Tōkyō, long before you two had even started dating. You didn't even remember the moment.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

The air was calm in Yokohama. Stars shone brightly in the usually red-dusted night sky. A weight lay against his chest as he looked out the window, absentmindedly playing with the strap of your pyjama. It was one of the very few days he had time off. The first time since he could remember that he properly relaxed. His hand halted when the realisation hit. He was at ease. Utterly at ease. Gently, he pulled you up, sighing when he saw how you had already succumbed to sleep. Lithe fingers traced across your cheek, letting your fluttering lashes tickle his skin. He wished you were awake. But seeing you, so at peace in his arms (how could he ever bring peace? You never ceased to amaze him), chest falling slowly and steadily, soft breath fanning against his skin, he couldn't help but leave you be. Besides, it was probably better this way. He would not have been able to stop himself from telling you about Odasaku that night.

He pressed a kiss to your lips, and, after caressing your cheek one last time, pulled your head back into his chest. His eyes found its way back to the stars outside. And, surrounded by your warmth and your smell, fell into a dream of what could have been.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Very protective as explained in Jealousy and Patience above. Other than that, he has his subordinates (Chūya, typically) take care of threats. Actually, Chūya is the only one Dazai trusts to protect you when he himself can't be there.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He puts in a lot of effort. Does actually manage pretty well, especially considering how little time he has next to his work as a mafia boss (taking care of subordinates etc.), and his plan. Always tries to make time for you - even if it's just letting you rest on his lap as he pulls the third all nighter in a row.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

I mean...as sweet as he is to you, both condescension and cruelty shine through even towards you. Both happen very rarely, only the one or two times you meet him when he has had a bad day - he usually tries to avoid you those times. He does come across slightly patronising when he shows you affection sometimes, however, he doesn't intend to be genuinely mean there, it just happens.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not at all. He knows that in his position he has to present himself a certain way, and since he knows how much you fuss over him (something he greatly enjoys btw) he tries to at least take care of himself to the best of his abilities. Or even better, when you take care of him, whether it be packing some lunch or helping him with his tie. He eats the attention up! But beyond that, he does not care about his looks at all.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Having known you, he would always feel like a part is missing. In bad moments, he even curses himself for having gotten to know you. After all, man cannot miss what he does not know.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Sometimes, when he comes home after a nightly mission in summer, he brings you fireflies. He'll gently wake you up if you are already asleep and show you the glass filled with flickering lights. He loves to set them free with you on the balcony. Loves to chatter away during. It's one of the few instances you get to meet his inner child. He was genuinely excited when you hung up fairy lights in your shared home.

Y = Yours (How do they feel about the relationship with you as a whole?)

As I've mentioned above, he is very torn. He loves you very much and he often dreams about you and him having settled down together somewhere. But these dreams are always accompanied by melancholy. This moment of peace will not last, at least not for you. He hopes you'll find happiness after him, but he knows that at first he will bring you pain. Unfortunately though, he has grown to love you too much to let you go.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

When he does sleep, he ends up curled against you, head on your chest or nuzzled into neck or stomach, arms gripping your shirt. He may drool a little on these occasions. Another remnant of his childhood (assumedly at least. I mean, what do you know?). But, this is incredibly rare. He usually does not sleep for more than an hour or two at a time.

[ayalysart]

Beast!Chuuya

I got a little bit carried away with this, because I first wanted to make a simple standing pose with the outfit but... well I added a few more things.

Based on this twt 👇

[osachiyo]

༅ "wrap your legs around my waist" ༄ | beast!dazai

.pairing ➺ beast!dazai x assistant!reader

.notes ➺ n/sfw content (mdni), fem!reader, cockwarming, office sex (if you see a pattern here no u don't), praise, name calling (slut, whore etc)

not proofread throughly don't come at me lovelies 🙏🏽

➺ event details & m.list

"be a good girl and sit pretty f'me," dazai whispered, thumb circling your pretty clit as his cock was nestled deep inside you. you felt borderline delirious, being impaled on his cock without any movement− it was so, so cruel of him.

"samu... wanna move s'bad," you sniffed, pretty pink nails clawing at his crisp button up as you tried your very best not to grind down further. "shh, I know baby, I know. must be so hard for a slut like you huh?" he tilted your chin upwards to look at him, heart squeezing at the little tears clinging to your lashline. god, how he loved seeing you cry. only for this though− if anyone even thought about making you, his darling, cry− they wouldn't see the light of day again granted.

"just a few more moments, 'kay? i'm almost done, pretty," he kissed the top of your head before going back to his paperwork, fingers still playing with that cute little clit of yours and you could only sit there and take it. little whimpers and soft moans came out of your mouth everytime he shifted a little− you couldn't tell if he was doing this on purpose or not. either way, it drove you insane.

you weren't the only one being affected by this though, osamu would hiss out a curse whenever you clamped down too tightly around him, your slick dripping down his cock to his balls− completely ruining his trousers. he was resisting the urge to just bend you over his desk and fuck you stupid on his cock and he knew that's exactly what you needed− but he had to be patient. had to resist your sweet cunt clenching and unclenching around his length. you swear you could feel him throb inside of you, the feeling making butterflies erupt in your tummy.

after a few moments, you heard the soft click of the pen and osamu's slightly strained voice, "done." one moment you're cockwarming your boyf− boss, and the next moment you're being hoisted up and slammed against the wall, osamu's hushed voice hitting your ears, "wrap your legs around my waist, need to fuck you now." and you complied− jumping as he picks you up, your thighs separated by his torso while he kisses you feverishly. his teeth tugged on your bottom lip and you moaned softly, letting him in your mouth as he suckled on your tongue, hips rutting into the heat of your soft cunt, nearly slipping out from how eager he was. yeah, you definitely weren't the only one desperate to have him slamming into you.

"f-fuck− feels s'good, baby," he buried his head into the crook of your neck, hips still not slowing down− his pelvis grinding against your clit with every fast thrust. your hands clawed at his back, whining for him to take his coat off, you wanted to touch him so bad. he only chuckled, squeezing your ass between his long fingers, "wanna touch me, yeahhh? beg for it, sweet girl."

of course he'd make you beg, he always does. "wanna touch you s'o baaad− p-please!" you babbled, pulling and tugging on his jet black coat, your words breathy as you gasped, bouncing back to meet his thrusts halfway and he moaned, immensely turned on by your eagerness.

"c'mon, please don't tell me that's the best you can do? I'm sure a whore like you can do better~" he huffed, playfully smacking your ass, "now, beg. properly."

"samu! please− wanna touch you," you gasped, tugging at the hair on the back of his neck. "wanna feel you− pleasepleaseplease let me touch you−!" your cries got cut off by osamu hoisting you up again, holding you up with one arm as he hurriedly took off his coat and threw it across the room− popping the buttons off his white button-up and throwing that away aswell. his attention quickly went back to you, running his cold hands up and down your sides as he shallowly thrusted into you.

your hands immediately flew to scratch at his bandaged back, not too hard though− you know there'd be a punishment awaiting you if the bandages were damaged− and you just wanted to be osamu's good girl today.

his thrusts grew deeper, lithe fingers reaching between your bodies to play with your clit and you moaned, tightening around his cock. the brunette let out a guttural growl at the feeling of your cunt swallowing him so deliciously, the feeling was downright addicting to him− he needed to feel you cum around his cock.

his hips were slamming into you now, fingers gripping your hips so tightly that you knew they were gonna leave marks. you didn't care though− not when getting your brains fucked out by the port mafia boss.

your vision was hazy, drool dripping down your glossed lips− but you could still see how damn pretty he was. how fucking pretty osamu looked while fucking your lights out− thick brown locks disheveled, face flushed as tiny beads of sweat gathered on his forehead− some of his bangs sticking to his skin and fuck− you could almost cum from the sight alone.

what you didn't know, though, was that he was thinking the same things about you. oh, how your pretty face scrunched up in pleasure everytime he rubbed against a particular spot− it made him abuse and hit that spot over and over again, just to see your eyes slightly roll back as chants of his name rolled off your tongue. he loved the way your breasts bounced with each thrust of his unforgiving hips, made him want to bite and suck on them so much that they'd be left red and swollen. god, the mere image made his cock twitch inside of your velvety walls.

you gasped when his fingers sped up with his thrusts, ripping out gurgled mewls and moans out of you, your head lolling back against the wall as he encouraged you to cum− and you were close.

"cum on this c-cock− fuuck−!" he got cut off by his own growl, hips moving at an erratic pace− "soak this fuckin' cock, angel, now." and you did, right on queue− spraying him with your juices, now dripping down your ass cheeks as you wail from the burning overstimulation− only to get muffled by the palm of your boss. your body was completely slack in his hold, jaw unhinged as your thighs burned from the constant friction.

with one final thrust, he shuddered before flooding your insides with his seed, balls pressing against your ass and head thrown back− exposing the column of his slim throat, you wanted to bite down on it.

he slowly pulled out shortly after, pulling your panties back up and letting the waistband snap against your heated skin before smacking your ass playfully. what a damn tease. you could feel his sticky release pooling in your panties, the sensation was uncomfortable but you didn't dare disobey his wishes.

"alright, off you go now. I'm sure you have work to do, no?" osamu smirked, patting your ass softly before pushing you forward.

you wanted to wipe that little smirk off his face so bad− you were so gonna get back at him for this.

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a/n: sorry if this is ooc y'all I haven't read beast fully </3 kinda hate this but wtv, promise the next one will be better

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