dazai saying that oda would be an absolute beast (hehe) if someone truly pissed him off is so hot actually like id probably piss him off intentionally because hes definitely gorgeous when hes mad
I spy with my little eye, someone who’s into hate sex👀
Coz bestie same😩
I mean… kajshshshshsushajaiNSJAUSUSHW JUST SKSJSUSNSN
Ok, *clears throat* here goes nothing:
Oda enters the apartment silently, trying his best to not wake you up. He had had a stressful day, but someone had magically appeared at the scene of a tiresome mission, and done half his work for him. Whoever it was, wore a large black coat, not very uncommon in the mafia, and a peculiar red mask. He swore he made eye contact with his mystery saviour when they were about to leave, and they gave him a wink.
While they did do him a favour without him even asking for one, he was still worried that they might’ve been hurt. After all, they took quite a few blows. But he had to admit, they did a good job at beating up the enemy.
Just as Oda was about to walk over to the bedroom, he noticed light from inside the bathroom. He scuffled over, assuming that you had forgotten to turn it off, when he heard shuffling inside.
He slowly turned the knob, to find you sitting against the wall, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as you wrapped a bandage around your forearm.
Odasaku’s beautiful orbs widened in horror when he saw a peculiar red mask lying precariously on the edge of the sink.
“So that was you.”, he spoke, voice too low to sound even remotely friendly.
You jumped at the sudden interruption, face going pale and heart beating faster. You hadn’t realised how late it had gotten. You had wanted to clean up before he came home.
“I can explain!”, you said, hoping to ease his clenched shoulders. Whenever he got angry, his shoulders clenched, defining every single ridge and curve of his toned muscles.
“Go on. Explain.”
You gulped, and continued to ramble on about how you had been practising martial arts and had wanted to make his day easier, which is why you barged into a dangerous battlefield-
Oda punched the wall above your head, making you squeak.
He didn’t say anything afterwards, choosing to stare at you with rage filled eyes.
Your stutters were embarrassing, you thought. You didn’t know if you had suddenly gotten so dumb because of fear, or something else, as you took in the rare sight.
An angry Oda Sakunoske was a rare, but beautiful sight. The way his jaw clenched, fists tightened just enough to showcase his veins, the way his eyes seemed cold yet just so fucking sexy… You wanted him to destroy you.
“Are you going to keep staring like an idiot?”, he said, voice low and uncannily calm.
You gulped, and chose to take a risk. You nodded.
He sighed and kneeled down to your level, clasping your chin in his fingers.
“You never learn, do you.”
He suddenly tightened his grip and leaned in to whisper in your ear, “ I don’t like my partner getting hurt.”
He grabbed your neck, taking you by surprise. He didn’t squeeze hard enough to hurt you, yet made it hard to breathe.
“All you had to do was stay at home and look pretty. I provided you with everything. Didn’t I?”
You couldn’t reply, the pressure was too much for you to respond.
“Answer me.”
You whispered a timid “yes”.
“All I ever ask of you, is to stay safe.”
He inhaled deeply, before growling, “Then why, pray tell, did you put yourself in real fucking danger?”
“If you wanted some thrill, some danger, you should’ve just asked.”
He pulled you towards him, and smashed his lips onto yours, not letting go of your neck even once.
You gasped into the kiss, surprised at the way his tongue barged into your mouth, claiming it as his. You were falling short of breath, but he didn’t seem to care. He held onto you neck, and held you in place, even as you tried pushing him away. Your breathing was erratic, as you desperately needed to inhale, but he didn’t budge. You tried pawing at his chest and shoulders, but nothing worked. He maintained his iron grip onto you.
When your arms fell away from his shoulders, too weak to push him, he let go.
You gasped for air, falling forward into his broad chest, too weak to hold yourself up.
“Because now,” , he said, whispering in your ear, “you’re going to get punished.”
