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Hiii this is my first time asking so I’m sorry if I’m ever out of line. I saw your posts recently and I’ve been obsessedd

I saw your posts recently where reader and Dazai were lowkey competing over chuuya and I wondered what would happen if dazai and chuuya were competing over reader?? It’s completely up to you if you wanna do that but I was just curious.

Love your writing!!

Two Devils, One Prize

Nsfw

I love the idea of Dazai+chuuya+reader!! I wish more people would request it!! I also have lost of requests I’m doing them as much as I can!

Warnings: smut, Threesome, Rivalry & double dom dynamics, Overstimulation & edging, every hole filled, Humiliation & light degradation, Bondage,toys, Orgasm denial & forced begging, Spanking, Drool/tears/light mess, Power play, Aftercare included.

Summary: When Chuuya invites you over, you expect a night of fun—maybe a little trouble. What you don’t expect is for Dazai to show up.

Two men.

Two egos.

One helpless little plaything caught in the middle.

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You didn’t know what was more dangerous—the mission, or the way Dazai and Chuuya’s eyes kept flicking toward you like you were some prize they were competing for. The alley reeked of rain and gunpowder, the last echoes of gunfire fading into the night. Chuuya wiped blood off his gloved hands with a scowl, his hair sticking to his cheek in damp curls. Dazai leaned casually against a lamppost, bandaged hands tucked into his coat pockets, a smile far too smug for someone who had almost been shot five minutes ago.

“Hey, belladonna,” Dazai drawled, his gaze sliding to you like he already owned you, “you’re coming with me tonight, right? I’d hate for you to get bored with a short temper and no fashion sense.”

“Tch.” Chuuya’s head snapped up, and his glare could’ve burned a hole through concrete. “She’s coming with me. At least I won’t abandon her halfway through the night to jump in a river for fun.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “I can hear you, you know.” They both ignored you.

Dazai’s grin widened, all mock innocence. “Chuuya, please. She doesn’t want to spend her evening with a walking temper tantrum.”

“At least I’m not a suicidal jackass,” Chuuya shot back. He took a step closer to you, his gloved fingers brushing yours just long enough to make your stomach flip. “C’mon, you’re not seriously picking him, are you?”

You glanced between them—one smirking, one scowling—and realized with a sinking feeling that this wasn’t going to end quietly.

The next day, the rivalry hadn’t cooled off—if anything, it had gotten worse. You’d barely stepped into headquarters before Chuuya appeared, striding up to you with his usual confident smirk. “Hey,” he said, voice casual but eyes sharp, “I got you something.”

He pulled a small velvet box from his coat pocket and flipped it open to reveal a delicate gold bracelet, its links catching the light. Your breath caught; it was beautiful.

“I figured it’d look better on your wrist than gathering dust in some shop window,” he said, softer now, his fingers brushing over yours as he offered it. He didn’t mention how the gold subtly matched the hue of your eyes, but you could tell he’d thought of it.

You opened your mouth to respond—but of course, Dazai had to appear. “Belladonnaaa~” he sang, draping himself over your shoulders as if you belonged there. “I brought you something, too.”

You gave him a wary look. “Dazai—”

He held up a small bag, and from it, he pulled a silver necklace with a tiny, ornate key charm. It gleamed in his palm. “A key to my heart,” he said with the most dramatic sigh imaginable, before leaning closer to whisper, “Or to my apartment. Depends on which one you’d like better.”

You felt your cheeks warm despite yourself.

Chuuya scoffed. “Pathetic.”

“Jealousy doesn’t suit you, Chuuya,” Dazai said smoothly, draping the chain over your fingers.

You looked down at the gifts in your hands—one gold, one silver—and felt a twist in your chest. This wasn’t just a game for them. Not entirely. Because the truth was… your relationship with each of them was complicated.

Chuuya had been there from the start, steady and grounding despite his temper. He was protective in a way that felt safe but never suffocating. When he looked at you, it was with heat and certainty, like he had no doubts that you were his.

Dazai, though… Dazai was chaos wrapped in charm. He slipped past your defenses like water through your fingers, all smiles and teasing, yet there were moments—quiet ones—where his gaze softened, and you caught glimpses of something raw, something vulnerable he’d never admit to.

And now here you were, standing in the middle of headquarters with a gift from each of them, your heart caught between gold and silver, fire and shadow.

Chuuya’s apartment always smelled faintly of expensive cologne and red wine, and tonight was no different. You sat on his couch, the city lights spilling through the windows in fractured patterns across the floor. The gold bracelet he gave you glinted on your wrist every time you moved, and you caught him glancing at it more than once.

“I like seeing it on you,” he murmured finally, breaking the comfortable silence.

Your chest warmed. “You’ve been staring at it all night.”

He smirked. “Maybe I’ve been staring at you all night.”

Before you could fire back a witty reply, he leaned in, his gloved fingers brushing your jaw as he captured your lips in a kiss. Chuuya kissed like he fought—intense, consuming, and utterly confident. One hand slipped to your waist, tugging you closer until you were practically in his lap, your fingers curling into his shirt as the warmth of his body swallowed you whole. He pulled back just enough to smirk against your lips. “Been wanting to do that all week, y’know.”

“Chuuya…” you whispered, breathless.

He kissed you again, deeper this time, until the world outside blurred into nothing—

Knock knock knock.

Both of you froze. You barely had time to move before Chuuya groaned, clearly annoyed, and stalked to the door. He didn’t even check the peephole. The door swung open. “Belladonnaaa~”

Dazai leaned against the doorframe, all lazy charm and infuriating timing, a paper bag dangling from his hand. His eyes immediately zeroed in on your flushed face and mussed hair.

“Oh?” His grin widened, voice dripping with faux innocence. “Am I… interrupting something?”

Chuuya’s hands curled into fists. “What the hell do you want, Dazai?”

“I was just in the neighborhood,” Dazai said smoothly, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. He held up the bag. “Thought I’d bring dessert. I didn’t know you were already having…” He gave you a long, deliberate look. “…fun.”

Your pulse spiked as the air in the room turned electric, caught between Chuuya’s simmering anger and Dazai’s amused provocation. Chuuya’s jaw tightened as Dazai waltzed into his apartment like he owned the place.

“You’re unbelievable,” Chuuya snapped, stepping between you and the intruder. “You can’t just show up uninvited and—”

“Relax, Chuuya,” Dazai said with a lazy shrug, setting the bag on the counter. “I brought sweets. I figured she might need a snack… after all that kissing.”

Heat crawled up your neck. “Dazai—”

“Oh, don’t get shy now, belladonna.” He tilted his head, that sly smile curving his mouth. “I did knock first.”

Chuuya’s scowl could have leveled buildings. “You’re just mad because she’s here with me and not you.”

“Mad?” Dazai laughed softly, stepping closer. “Oh no, no. I just think it’s cute that you think you can handle her.”

Your breath hitched as the room thickened with tension. Chuuya froze. “…What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Dazai’s eyes flicked to you, warm and sharp at the same time. “She’s… spirited. Stubborn. The kind of girl who needs someone who knows how to keep her in line. And we both know you’d let her walk all over you.”

Your stomach fluttered at his words, heat pooling low in your belly, even as Chuuya bristled like a cornered cat. “I can control her just fine,” he snarled. “Better than you ever could. You’d probably let her do whatever she wants until she gets bored and leaves.”

“Mm, that’s where you’re wrong.” Dazai’s voice dipped lower, silk wrapping steel. “See, I know how to break down those walls and make her beg for me. I can see it in her eyes—she wants someone to take control.”

Your breath caught, caught between their words, their gazes, the heady mixture of jealousy and desire.

Chuuya noticed the way your thighs pressed together and smirked. “Oh, you like that, huh?” he said, his tone dark with satisfaction. “She wants someone strong enough to take her… and that’s me, Dazai. Always has been.”

Dazai stepped closer, now only a foot away from Chuuya, his smirk dangerous. “Then why is she looking at me right now?”

You swallowed hard as both pairs of eyes locked onto you. The air was molten. “I—”

Before you could speak, Chuuya’s gloved hand gripped your chin and tilted your face toward him. His lips brushed yours in a kiss that was all fire and claim, a silent she’s mine. You barely had time to gasp before Dazai’s hand settled on your thigh, his voice ghosting against your ear. “Careful, Chuuya. If you kiss her like that, she might start wondering what my hands could do instead.”

A shiver ran through you as the rivalry shifted, darkened, became something new—something charged and dangerous. “You’re full of shit,” Chuuya muttered, but his hand didn’t leave your jaw.

“Mm, maybe,” Dazai purred, “but she’s trembling. And I haven’t even touched her properly yet.”

Your whole body buzzed with heat. You were dizzy from the push and pull, from the weight of their attention, from the dangerous thrill of knowing they were both right—they could control you, in very different ways.

Then Chuuya’s grip tightened, and he kissed you again—deeper, rougher—while Dazai’s hands finally roamed, brushing over your waist, your hip, teasing the hem of your shirt. You gasped into Chuuya’s mouth, and Dazai chuckled darkly, his breath tickling your neck. “Looks like we’re going to have to share, partner.”

“Like hell—” Chuuya started, but the sound you made when Dazai’s fingers toyed with the clasp of your bra cut him off.

“You were saying?” Dazai teased.

Chuuya’s eyes darkened as he stared at you—flushed, breathing fast, caught between them. “…Tch. Fine. But I’m not letting you outdo me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Dazai said, his voice dripping with promise. Chuuya tugged you into his lap, his gloved hands sliding under your shirt as his mouth found your neck. Dazai knelt beside the couch, his hands sliding up your thighs with infuriating slowness.

“You look so pretty like this,” he murmured, his fingers brushing dangerously close to your core. “All worked up with nowhere to run.”

Chuuya nipped at your skin. “She doesn’t want to run. Do you, doll?”

You shook your head, a shaky breath leaving you as their hands began to explore, the heat of their rivalry and desire finally spilling over—gold and silver, fire and shadow, each determined to make you unravel.

Chuuya’s mouth was hot against your neck, and Dazai’s hands were already testing the edges of your self-control.

“You’re shaking,” Dazai whispered against your ear, his voice curling around your spine like smoke. His bandaged fingers slipped beneath the waistband of your pants, tracing the damp heat over your panties without mercy. “All that attitude, and now you’re trembling for me.”

“She’s trembling for me,” Chuuya growled, nipping your throat. His hands roamed beneath your shirt, his gloved thumbs circling your nipples until you gasped. “I’m the one making her melt.”

You couldn’t answer—not when Chuuya’s hand slid lower, unbuttoning your jeans while Dazai’s fingers pressed more firmly against your clothed core. Your hips bucked instinctively, and Dazai laughed softly. “See that? Her body knows who’s in control.”

Chuuya’s grip tightened. “Don’t start, Dazai. I’ll prove it.”

Before you could process, Chuuya flipped you onto your back on the couch, straddling your hips as he yanked your jeans down your legs. Dazai’s eyes glittered with amusement and hunger as he helped, sliding the denim off entirely to leave you in your panties and the necklace he’d given you.

“Gold or silver,” Dazai murmured, letting his fingers trail the chain at your throat, “doesn’t matter. You look perfect on your back.”

Your cheeks burned as Chuuya leaned down and kissed you hard, his tongue claiming your mouth while Dazai’s hands held your thighs open. The bandages were rough against your skin, a delicious contrast to Chuuya’s leather gloves as they teased your inner thighs. “Mm,” Dazai hummed, his fingers finally slipping under the damp fabric to stroke you properly. “So wet already. You love having two men fight over you, don’t you, belladonna?”

Chuuya broke the kiss to smirk down at you. “Answer him.”

You nodded shakily, heat flooding your body. “Y-Yes…”

“Good girl,” Dazai purred, sliding one finger inside you, slow and deliberate. Your back arched against the cushions, and Chuuya caught your wrists, pinning them over your head with a grin.

“See? She needs someone to hold her down,” Chuuya said, his voice dark with satisfaction. “She’ll take what I give her.”

“Or,” Dazai countered, adding another finger, curling them just right to make your breath hitch, “she’ll beg for what I give her.”

Your hips rocked helplessly between them as Chuuya leaned down to suck one of your nipples through your bra while Dazai’s fingers worked your core, spreading heat and tension through your entire body. “Gonna let her come?” Chuuya asked, his voice muffled against your skin.

Dazai’s grin turned wicked. “Not yet. I want to see her beg first.”

You whimpered as his fingers slowed, the edge of release slipping frustratingly away. “Please…” you whispered, voice breaking.

“Please what?” Dazai teased, brushing his thumb over your clit in the faintest circle.

“Please… I need it…”

Chuuya chuckled low. “You hear that? She’s desperate.”

Dazai tilted his head, eyes drinking in the sight of you spread out and trembling. “Then let’s see who she begs for harder.”

Before you could react, Chuuya shifted down, tugging your panties aside and replacing Dazai’s fingers with his tongue. The heat of his mouth against your clit ripped a loud moan from your throat, and your hands clenched around the cushion. “Fuck, Chuuya—!”

Dazai’s fingers moved to your breasts, pinching your nipples through your bra as he leaned over you, his voice silky and taunting. “So quick to call his name… but I bet I can make you scream mine.”

Chuuya growled into you, the vibration making your thighs tremble. “Careful, partner,” he said, pulling back just enough to smirk, his lips wet. “She might not last long enough for you to get your turn.”

“Then we’ll just have to keep her going,” Dazai said, reaching for the coffee table where his paper bag sat. He pulled out a small bullet vibrator with a grin that made your heart skip. “I brought another gift,” he said lightly, clicking it on.

The soft hum filled the room, and your body tensed in anticipation. “Oh, she’s gonna love this,” Dazai teased, pressing the toy to your clit while Chuuya licked around it, the combined sensations overwhelming. Your back arched, and a broken moan spilled from your lips. “That’s it,” Dazai murmured, voice dark with approval. “Let go. Show us who can really control you.”

Your release crashed over you like fire and lightning, and both men watched with matching hunger as you came undone—knowing this was only the start of the night. Your climax had barely faded before Chuuya scooped you into his arms, lips brushing your ear as he carried you toward his bedroom.

“You didn’t think we were done, did you, doll?” His voice was dark silk, roughened with arousal.

Dazai followed lazily, twirling the still-humming vibrator in his fingers. “Mmm, no. We’re just getting started. Can’t let Chuuya win too easily.”

Your back met soft sheets, and they were on you instantly—Chuuya unhooking your bra while Dazai slid your panties down your legs. Both of them drank you in, eyes dark with hunger, like predators circling prey they planned to share.

“Gold or silver,” Dazai murmured, brushing the chain of the necklace he’d given you as he traced a finger between your breasts. “Right now, you’re just mine.”

“Not if I make her scream first,” Chuuya muttered, sliding his gloves off with his teeth before pinning your thighs open. They worked in tandem without planning—Chuuya’s mouth on your breasts, Dazai’s fingers dipping into your soaked heat. Every brush, every flick, every teasing pause had your body arching, trembling, begging without words.

Then Dazai pulled back, smirking. “I want to see her break properly.”

Chuuya raised a brow, panting. “You think I can’t make her fall apart?”

“Oh, I know you can,” Dazai said smoothly, “but I can make her sob for it.” Your breath caught, your stomach flipping as heat pooled low again.

Round one, who will you beg for?

Dazai grabbed the bullet again, pressing it to your clit while sliding two fingers inside you, curling them with calculated cruelty. Chuuya climbed up behind your head, leaning down to kiss you upside down, his tongue claiming your mouth as Dazai’s fingers worked in rhythm with the vibrator. The sensations tangled into something unbearable.

“You feel that?” Dazai murmured. “Every time you twitch, every sound you make… it’s mine.”

“She’s not saying your name,” Chuuya taunted, pinching your nipples.

You moaned into his mouth, and Dazai’s grin sharpened. “She will.”

He flicked the toy against your clit in rapid pulses, and your hips jerked. “D-Dazai—!”

“There it is,” he said with a low chuckle, kissing the inside of your thigh as he kept you teetering on the edge.

Okay, but who can make you cum harder?

Chuuya wasn’t about to be outdone. He shoved Dazai aside, kneeling between your legs and burying his face against your dripping core. His tongue worked in rough, deliberate strokes that had your legs shaking. Dazai didn’t even protest—he just crawled up to your chest, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking hard, fingers twisting the other.

You arched off the bed, helpless against the onslaught. “That’s it,” Chuuya growled against you. “Come on my tongue like a good girl.”

You shattered with a cry, clutching the sheets, your body thrashing as the orgasm wracked you. “Good girl,” Chuuya said, licking you clean. “See, Dazai? She comes harder for me.”

“Mmm,” Dazai hummed, sliding a hand between your legs to feel the aftershocks. “Oh, we’re not done.”

A little overstimulation never hurt.

You barely had time to catch your breath before Dazai flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up. The cold slide of lube made your heart race. “Hold her still,” Dazai ordered.

Chuuya grinned and grabbed your wrists, pinning them behind your back. “With pleasure.”

Dazai pressed the vibrator to your clit from behind while slowly pushing his cock into you, groaning at the tight, wet heat.

“God, she’s perfect like this,” he said, voice ragged.

Chuuya leaned down by your ear. “Listen to her, already whimpering.” He reached under you to play with your breasts as Dazai started to thrust, the toy buzzing relentlessly against your swollen clit. Your legs trembling uncontrollably. “That’s it, doll,” Chuuya whispered, kissing your temple. “Take it. Let him ruin you first—I’ll take my turn after.”

Dazai laughed darkly, snapping his hips harder. “You hear that? He admits I win this round.”

Your orgasm ripped through you, violent and overwhelming, leaving you gasping and trembling in their grip.

Maybe working together is the better option?

They weren’t finished. Chuuya rolled you onto your back again, sliding into you before the aftershocks even ended. His pace was brutal, relentless, while Dazai straddled your chest, holding his cock near your lips. “Open up, belladonna,” Dazai purred. “Show me how good you can be.”

You obeyed, your tongue darting out as he groaned softly. The humiliation only fed the heat curling in your belly again. “That’s it,” Chuuya said between thrusts, watching with dark fascination. “She loves it. Loves being used by both of us.”

Dazai’s hand tangled in your hair, guiding your pace, while Chuuya drove into you until your body gave out again—another shattering orgasm that left you limp and trembling beneath them.

By the time they were done, your skin was marked with their hands and mouths, your voice hoarse from moans and cries, your body spent and coated in sweat and satisfaction. Chuuya lay beside you, brushing your hair from your face. “Tch. She’s wrecked.”

Dazai smirked, lying on your other side and kissing your cheek. “Perfectly wrecked.” Your entire body trembled as you sprawled across Chuuya’s bed, skin flushed and damp with sweat. Both men lounged at your sides, catching their breath.

Dazai’s hand lazily trailed down your stomach, his grin sharp and teasing. “So, belladonna… who won?”

You blinked up at him, chest heaving. “I… I can’t—”

Chuuya raised a brow, his voice low and dangerous. “Can’t pick?”

A whimper escaped your throat. “I-I can’t… both of you—”

Dazai chuckled darkly, leaning close enough that his hair brushed your cheek. “Hmm… can’t pick a winner?” He hummed, mock thoughtful. “Then maybe we need to settle this properly.”

Chuuya caught on instantly, a smirk curling his lips. “What’re you thinkin’, Dazai?”

“I’m thinking,” Dazai said, dragging a bandaged finger along your collarbone, “that we tie her up and see who she breaks for first.”

Your heart skipped, heat flaring low in your belly. Chuuya tilted his head toward his dresser. “Good thing I’ve got rope. Handcuffs, too. A few other toys I’ve been waiting to use.”

“Oh?” Dazai’s grin widened, wolfish. “Chuuya, I underestimated you.”

Minutes later, you were kneeling in the center of the bed, fully nude, while they prepared. Chuuya expertly wound soft, scarlet rope around your torso, cinching it tight to frame your breasts and bind your arms behind your back. He fastened handcuffs to your wrists for extra security, the cool metal biting into your skin. “Perfect,” he murmured, stepping back to admire his handiwork. “She looks like a little present.”

Dazai’s eyes gleamed as he held up a black silk blindfold. “Let’s make this interesting.”

The world went dark as the fabric slid over your eyes. Dazai’s voice came first, low and taunting by your ear. “Here’s how we play, belladonna. You can’t see. You can’t move. We take turns. Whoever makes you scream their name first… wins.”

Chuuya’s breath was hot on your other ear. “And if you’re really good? Maybe you get a reward.” You squirmed helplessly, the ropes biting deliciously into your skin as anticipation built.

The first touch was Chuuya’s fingers sliding between your thighs, already slick. “Tch. She’s ready for round five,” he said, amused.

Then Dazai’s hand gripped your chin, tilting your face up. His thumb traced your lips, and he pressed his cock against them with a soft chuckle. “Mmm… maybe she should start with me.”

You opened your mouth instinctively, and he slid in slow, letting you suck while Chuuya’s fingers teased your entrance. “She’s too quiet,” Chuuya muttered, curling his fingers inside you.

A muffled moan vibrated against Dazai’s length, and his free hand stroked your hair. “There it is… music to my ears.”

Chuuya pulled back suddenly. “My turn to make her scream.” You heard the click of something—then the low hum of a vibrator. “She’s gonna be drooling in a minute,” he said, pressing the toy to your clit without mercy.

Your body jolted, hips straining against the ropes as the hum drilled through your nerves. Dazai groaned as you moaned around him, the sound vibrating through his cock. “Fuck, that’s good,” Dazai hissed. He pulled out suddenly, a wicked thought lighting his voice. “Let’s push her further.”

Chuuya chuckled darkly. “Oh, I’ve got just the thing.”

Something cold and slick teased your entrance—Chuuya’s fingers spreading lube—before the blunt tip of a dildo slid in slowly.

“Feel that?” he whispered. “We’re not even close to done.” They alternated torturing you—Dazai fucking your mouth while Chuuya worked the toy and vibrator against your soaked core, then switching places so you felt different kinds of pressure and pleasure from every angle.

“She’s gonna break soon,” Chuuya said, holding the vibrator steady while you thrashed and moaned. “I can feel it.”

Dazai’s voice dripped with amusement. “But will she break for you?”

The blindfold, the ropes, the endless sensations—it was too much. Heat exploded through your body as you shattered, screaming… and both men froze to listen. The world shattered in white-hot pleasure as you came, your body arching against the ropes, mouth falling open. “Chuuya—!” you cried, voice cracking with the force of it.

There was a pause.

A dangerous one.

“…Oh?” Dazai’s voice went dark, low, and smooth like poison. “Chuuya, huh?”

Chuuya laughed breathlessly, still holding the vibrator against your twitching clit. “Guess that’s one point for me.”

You felt the bed dip as Dazai shifted behind you. Then, suddenly, he flipped you over onto your stomach with a swift, almost casual strength, your bound arms pressing into your back as he straddled your thighs. “You think that’s funny?” Dazai said, voice honeyed with something sharp beneath. “She forgot whose belladonna she is.”

The first smack of his hand across your ass echoed in the room, and you yelped. Chuuya whistled low. “Guess she’s in trouble now.”

Dazai’s palm came down again—harder—making your body jolt against the mattress. “I’ll teach her to scream someone else’s name. Especially his!” The spanking continued in a steady, merciless rhythm, your skin heating under his touch, every strike sending shocks straight between your legs. He paused only to rub the sting with slow, taunting circles before striking again.

“You’re gonna remember,” Dazai whispered, leaning over your ear, “who makes you feel this good.”

Chuuya’s hand suddenly joined in, kneading your ass where Dazai had just smacked you. “You’re hoggin’ all the fun. She’s still mine too, y’know.”

“Oh, we’ll share,” Dazai said, his voice like a grin. “But first… she learns.” Before you could catch your breath, Dazai slid the vibrator back against your clit from behind, while Chuuya pressed the dildo back into your soaked entrance, working it in sync with the vibrations.

“Count for us,” Dazai ordered as his hand came down again, sharp and stinging. “Every. Single. Spank.”

“S-seven!” you gasped.

Another smack.

“E-eight!” Your voice trembled as pleasure and humiliation tangled into one overwhelming blur. Tears pricked the edges of your blindfold, your body shaking with overstimulation.

Chuuya leaned in, his voice low and wicked. “She’s falling apart. Bet I can make her scream my name again.”

“Not if I make her beg for me first,” Dazai murmured, dragging his fingers through your slick folds while still spanking you, sending you spiraling even faster.

Your voice was hoarse, trembling as you called out the last number. Your ass throbbed from the stinging heat of Dazai’s hand, your legs quivering from the relentless overstimulation.

Dazai leaned over you, chest pressing against your back, his bandaged fingers gripping your jaw to turn your head toward him even though you were still blindfolded. “Who owns you, belladonna?” he purred.

You shuddered. “I— I—”

The sudden pop of the vibrator against your clit made you squeal, your answer dissolving into a moan. “She’s not ready to answer,” Chuuya said, his voice like a low growl as he knelt behind you. “Let’s make her ready.”

Something cold and slick pressed between your ass cheeks, and your breath caught. “Ohhh, don’t tell me you’ve never taken two at once, doll,” Chuuya teased, spreading the lube with slow, deliberate circles.

“She can handle it,” Dazai murmured, his tone dark and giddy. “She wants to be ruined.”

Your hips jerked involuntarily, and you felt the stretch of Chuuya sliding a smaller plug into your ass while Dazai teased your dripping entrance with the head of his cock. “Mm, that’s it,” Chuuya said, smacking your ass lightly, watching the plug jiggle. “All filled up and ready to beg.” Dazai slid into your pussy first, groaning at the wet heat that clamped around him. He set a slow, teasing rhythm that had you whimpering.

“God, she’s tight,” he said, voice shaking with pleasure.

Chuuya waited until you were moaning and squirming, then carefully slid the dildo in alongside Dazai’s cock, stretching you to the edge of your limits.

You cried out, the overwhelming sensation making your toes curl and your body tense in helpless pleasure. “That’s it,” Dazai whispered in your ear, biting your shoulder lightly. “Take us both. Be a good little toy.”

Your ropes creaked as you twisted against them, lost in the feeling of being completely filled, your clit throbbing with desperate need. Dazai stilled suddenly, holding you open with his hands. “She doesn’t come until she begs properly.”

Chuuya chuckled darkly. “I like the sound of that.” He gave a sharp thrust that made you moan. “So, doll—who’s gonna make you finish?”

You shook your head frantically, panting. “I—I can’t—”

Dazai grabbed the vibrator and pressed it against your clit, the sudden sensation making your back arch violently. “Then we edge her,” he said, voice low and merciless. “Over and over until she learns.”

They worked you relentlessly, Dazai holding the vibrator in place while Chuuya thrust in tandem with him. Every time your orgasm built to a peak, the vibrator disappeared, leaving you sobbing and shaking. “Say it,” Dazai taunted. “Beg.”

“N-no—ahhh—please—”

Chuuya smacked your ass lightly, making the plug shift inside you. “Not good enough. Beg like a little whore.”

Tears slipped from beneath the blindfold as you cried out, “Please—please let me come—I’ll do anything—please!”

The men groaned in unison at your surrender. “Good girl,” Dazai said, flicking the vibrator back on. “Now let’s see who you really belong to.”

Your body shook with overstimulation, teetering on the edge of another orgasm. Dazai’s cock slid deep in your soaked pussy, the vibrator buzzing mercilessly against your clit while Chuuya’s thrusts with the dildo had you feeling stretched to the limit. But then—suddenly—everything stopped.

“Wait,” Chuuya said, his voice low and dark with mischief. “I’ve got an idea.”

You barely had time to whimper in protest before you felt him pulling the plug from your ass, a soft pop leaving you clenching around nothing. “Chuuya…?” Dazai asked, but the smirk in his voice said he already knew.

The next moment, your breath caught in a helpless cry—because Chuuya pressed the dildo that had been in your pussy against your ass, slick with your own arousal. “Ohhh, look at that,” he drawled, slowly pushing it in. “Slid right in like she was made for it. Our little slut can take anything.”

“Ahhh—!” you squealed, the humiliation sending heat straight through your core. You could feel how dirty it was, knowing where that toy had just been.

“She’s clenching so hard,” Dazai murmured, leaning over to watch your hole stretch around the toy. “She loves it.”

“Bet she does,” Chuuya said, giving your ass a firm smack. “But she’s not full yet.” Chuuya moved in front of you, gripping your hair and tilting your head up. “Open that pretty mouth, doll.”

Your lips parted obediently, a soft whimper escaping as his cock pressed against your tongue. “Good girl,” he praised, sliding in slowly until your mouth was full. “Mmm, look at that—every hole stuffed like she was made for us.”

Dazai groaned from behind you, starting to thrust again, his rhythm syncing with the shallow push of the dildo in your ass. “She’s perfect like this. Can’t even move. Just our little toy.”

The bed creaked with their movements, your bound body caught between them, blindfolded and helpless. Chuuya held your head steady as he fucked your mouth, your throat convulsing around him. “God, listen to those sounds,” he groaned.

Dazai’s fingers dug into your hips, his thrusts growing sharper. “She’s dripping all over me… fuck, I can feel her about to break.” They didn’t stop. Chuuya’s cock slid in and out of your mouth, the dildo filling your ass while Dazai pounded your pussy and the vibrator pulsed against your clit.

You were gone—mindless and overstimulated, drool and tears dripping down your chin. “Mm, she’s quiet,” Dazai teased, leaning forward to bite your shoulder. “You gonna beg for us, belladonna?”

Chuuya smirked down at you. “Beg with my cock in your mouth. Let’s hear it.”

You moaned around him, a pitiful garbled sound, your whole body trembling.

“Good enough for me,” Dazai said with a low laugh. “Come for us, sweetheart. Show us who owns you.”

The orgasm ripped through you like fire, your scream muffled around Chuuya’s cock as your whole body shook violently, every muscle tensing and then melting into pure submission. “Fuck, she’s perfect,” Chuuya groaned, spilling down your throat as Dazai thrust you through the aftershocks, chasing his own release until he came deep inside you.

When it was over, you were nothing but a trembling, overstimulated mess, still bound and leaking from every hole. Dazai gently removed the blindfold, and your blurry vision caught both men grinning down at you. “So…” Dazai said, voice sweet and taunting, “who won now, belladonna?”

You could barely whimper, but the helpless look on your face said it all—maybe they both did. Your body was limp, trembling in the aftermath of everything they’d done to you. Your ropes were damp with sweat, the sheets beneath you soaked. Dazai and Chuuya were both catching their breath, your ragged whimpers the only other sound in the room.

Dazai was the first to move. He slid out of you slowly, groaning softly, and then gently removed the dildo from your ass, watching your abused hole twitch and clench around nothing. “Look at her,” he murmured with a low chuckle, tracing a finger down your spine. “Completely ruined… but so perfect.”

Chuuya finally pulled out of your mouth, letting you breathe, and stroked your wet, tear-streaked cheek with his thumb. “You okay, doll?” His voice had softened, the dangerous edge melting into something warm and possessive.

You nodded weakly, your throat raw, your voice barely audible. “Y-yeah…”

“Good girl.” He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, the praise making you shiver.

Dazai started undoing the ropes, his movements slow and careful, rubbing your wrists where they were reddened. “Shhh, belladonna. We’re done. You were perfect for us.”

Chuuya disappeared for a moment, returning with a warm towel and a glass of water. He carefully wiped you down, cleaning the mess from your thighs and stomach, murmuring praise under his breath. “You took everything we gave you,” he said, voice thick with pride. “Our perfect little toy.”

Dazai lifted you into his lap once the ropes and cuffs were gone, letting you curl against his chest like a ragdoll. His bandaged fingers stroked your hair while he held the water to your lips. “Sip, baby. We can’t have our winner passing out on us.”

You gave a weak laugh against his neck. “…Winner?”

Chuuya snorted, sliding onto the bed beside you and tugging the blanket over your naked body. “Yeah, I think we both lost. Or maybe we both won. You’re the trophy.”

Dazai hummed in agreement, kissing the top of your head. “Mmm, I think the real victory is how wrecked she looks.” He tilted your chin up so you met his gaze. “But don’t worry, belladonna… next round, I’ll make sure you’re screaming my name first.”

Chuuya smirked. “We’ll see about that.”

You could only sigh and bury your face into Dazai’s chest, feeling Chuuya’s warm hand stroke your thigh from the other side. Between them, safe and completely spent, the rivalry was the last thing on your mind. You were however worried for the next round.

Part 2

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