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please i beg of you i need more dom dazai content.. like, if you’re comfortable with pmzai and gunplay ughhh

Jealous Type (Dazai x Reader)

Hihiiii I'll do gunplay with pmzai for another fic, this is more pm boss dazai smut cause I got carried away oop- Hope you enjoy muahh My works: enjoy Bye now - Mars ♡

It had become a routine of some sorts with you and the port mafia's boss.

Your mission goes sour and you come to his office to sulk on his couch and draft your report. You whine and pout about your bad mood. That’s how it’s always been.

And it ends the same way everytime, you bent over his desk.

You love it, he loves it, win-win.

The relationship you share with Dazai was supposed to be strictly professional but you both blur that line with the shared touches, stolen glances, and absolutely nasty quickies in the most inconvenient of places.

Osamu is a sly fox who loves pushing the boundaries. Will you get caught if you fuck the shit out of each other in the elevator? "But doesn't that make it more exciting, Bella?" is his favourite line to use

Absolute bastard!

He muses at your slumped form on his couch. He can tell from your body language that you are frustrated. And he would absolutely love to aid with that.

What kind of a boss would he be if he let's his hard working executive burnout?

Osamu gets up and steps over to where you are. Standing between your legs, he cups your cheek, brushing his thumb over your lower lip

"Osamu" you breathe out his name, closing your eyes at the gentle touch. It's pathetic really, how you yearn for him, his touch, his damned soul.

He lets his thumb push past your lips, resting on your tongue. He presses down firmly, eyes zeroed in on your mouth as if the mere sight has captivated him.

You suck his thumb, hand moving to grab at his wrist. Under the black trench coat, he wears the bracelet you made for him, it's stupid really. This isn't a relationship yet you are wholly his.

And he, yours? You deluded yourself into thinking he was.

Dazai taps his index finger against your cheek, "Ah, ah, ah, where has that pretty little mind wandered to?"

"...I want to know if you're seeing other people" you spoke awkwardly with his thumb still in your mouth, holding his gaze

He smiles, mostly to cover the shock and pulls his thumb out of your mouth, "And if I were?" Dazai challenges

"Is it legal to threaten my boss?"

"No but this is the port mafia, nothing really is"

"Then I would kill you" you turn your head, pressing a kiss to the center of his palm

"I would love to die by your hands" he whispers, kneeling down before you and cupping your face, kissing you passionately.

Osamu sits back on his heels, dragging you down from the couch onto his lap.

He barely gives you a chance to breathe, and his mouth is on yours again, tongue slipping down your throat.

Osamu has always been needy, he kisses you like he's starving every time. A sick delusional part of you liked it a little too much, if only because it means he wants you just as much you wanted him

Using his hips to gently push you down onto the fluffy carpet, his body following next, caging you against the floor.

Osamu slots himself between your legs, pressing his chest flat against yours. His mouth never giving yours a break as he continues to kiss you needily

Hands working behind the scenes to clumsily undress you, fingers slipping beneath your panties and finding your clit with expert knowledge

You gasp into the kiss, whimpering into his greedy mouth whilst his fingers work magic on your sensitive bud, legs automatically widening to accommodate him

“I need you” he groans against your lips, biting down on your lower lip, “I need you so bad” Osamu kisses you again, it’s hungry and messy and all consuming.

He presses his thumb down on your clit, slipping two fingers into you and prodding at your sweet spot from the inside

Clenching tightly around his fingers, your hips buck up chasing that sweet pleasure only he could ever provide, “Please” you breathe heavily against his mouth

And just when you’re about to hit your peak Osamu eases his fingers out of you, teasingly stroking your labia because he knows how you get whiny when he denies you

His little entitled brat, all his.

Dazai unbuckles his belt and pushes his boxers just far enough for his cock to spring free. The sight of it makes you momentarily forget your frustrations

Osamu has always been pretty, and that’s applicable to this monster cock he keeps tucked in his pants

“No teasing, please, I’m not in the mood” you grab his collar and pull him down against you

“But that’s where the fun is”

“Shut up” you hook a leg over his waist, bringing him closer impatient to feel him inside you

“So needy” he muses, guiding his cock between your lips, he slides himself back and forth, every forward thrust making his cock head bump against your clit; twitching and needy from the previous orgasm he stole from you

“Osamuu…put it in” you rasp, clenching around nothing, desperate for him

“Put it in yourself” he smirks, challenging you with those dark eyes, half lidded and seductive, luring you into its depths

Whining, you reach down and stroked him a few times, it’s lazy and slow and your fist squeeze around his head, if only to torture him as he’s done you

Dazai groans at your ministrations, hands clamping down around your thighs pulling you closer to him, “Go ahead, put it in” he whispers sweetly, eyes flickering down to watch you stroke and jerk him teasingly

Gently guiding his length into your wet warm heat, you both moan softly in unison at the feeling

The stretch burns at first but then he’s bucking his hips toward to touch that sweet spot inside that only he seems to know how to find

“You’re…ngh, fuckin’ perfect” he buries his face into the crook of your neck, biting down on the skin and sucking it after, hips pounding into you wildly

You grip his hair, pulling him away in favour of kissing him. The kiss is hungry and teethy and filled with rushed passion and lust

“Please, I can’t…s’too much” your brows furrowed, clenching down tightly around his cock, you feel the way he twitches deep inside you

“Yeah? I know you can handle it baby” he kisses down your neck, capturing your breast in his greedy mouth, sucking hungrily on your nipple

Slipping his hand down between your bodies, skilled fingers finding your clit and rubbing soothing circles on the sensitive buds, amping up your pleasure

Throwing your head back, you moan out his name, hips bucking up against his as you chase your orgasm

Osamu talks you through it, watching mesmerized as your brows furrowed and your mouth dropped open in an ‘o’. Eyes rolling back as you cling desperately to him.

It was a scene he never got bored of, he could watch you fall apart every second of every day and the possessive part of him loved knowing he was the once responsible for rendering you to this state

He truly believes he could come from solely watching you orgasm over and over again

“I’ve got you, let go, feel me” he whispers against your lips, his thrusts turning sloppy as he feels you milk his cock for all he's worth

Osamu spills deeply inside you, the tip of his cock kissing your womb. He stays there for a while, placing sweet kisses on your boobs and up your throat.

His lips find yours, a sweet soft yet intense kiss to show his devotion to you

“Lets get my favourite brat cleaned up”

"Favourite implies there are others” you hold his gaze, watching him smirk shamelessly

“Maybe there are”

“Get the fuck out of me” you scoff, pushing him away and getting up. Collecting your panties and trousers from the floor, you get dressed facing away from him

He quietly stands up and lets you finish, plastering himself against your back as he hugs you from behind in a crushing embrace, “Is that jealousy? It is” he teases

“You should totally come to my room tonight so we can remedy your condition” he muses, kissing your shoulder softly

“I’ll bring my knife so I can castrate you”

“Wonderful, I’ll be waiting” he smacks your ass and releases you

﹒ ❝And can you hear the sound of hysteria?The subliminal mindfuck America. ❞ ﹒

Drum roll please!

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I'm so so so so so sorry it took this long🥀🥀 anyways hope you like it!! I Also didn't know if you wanted pmzai or just normal dazai so sorry if you didn't want pmzai!!!

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