bungou stray dogs | EXPLICIT | 521 words
nakahara chuuya x (afab) reader/oc
you think you can’t have enough of chuuya’s attention until he smothers you with it. can’t say you’re not pleased, though.
“you already have my full attention now, love. why are you still squirming about?”
you hadn’t meant to get so upset at such a small thing, but you’ve been missing out on proper hours with your boyfriend for over a month now, and the longing has stretched you out too thin.
it’s the first night after the mission that had taken over chuuya’s life for the past 34 days (you counted), and he’d promised you his full attention. except of course there were still loose strands to be tied up and throughout dinner he was typing away at his phone—refusing to answer calls in lieu of texting was the most he could do, he said.
“hey,” you called out to him over dinner, elbows on the set table, chin on your palms, “pay attention to me.”
(that was your downfall.)
because now, you’re lying spread-eagled on your shared bed, chuuya in between your legs. his hands hold you firmly in place, refusing to let up no matter how hard you buck and beg and try to pull away. he’d told you to count how many times he can make you cum with his mouth alone, but you’d lost count after number five. now, the only thing grounding you is the steady tick-tock-tick of the clock on the wall.
“isn’t this what ya asked for? my attention. i’m giving it to you,” chuuya smirks, licks a stripe up your sopping wet pussy, the clear liquid of your arousal staining the sheets below. “or perhaps you’ve had enough of me?”
“no!” you answer, on instinct—before you realize what you’d basically agreed to. “that’s not— but i—”
“you can just tell me to stop, yanno,” his voice now plain and serious. you shake your head eagerly, so adamant and against the notion of stopping right now. “s’that so? then don’t mind if i go back to business.”
(chuuya gauges you for a moment, trying to see consciousness in your eyes. you nod at him, a silent agreement. you haven’t used your safeword. and honestly? you don’t think you will.)
“mmm, i’ve missed this,” he hums, languidly collecting your juices up with his tongue before fucking it back into you. “i could just sit here and eat ya out for hours if ya let me. it’d be a win-win for both of us.”
you whine, the thought of it sending electricity jolting up your spine. surely you’d been here for an hour already? you try to spot the clock but your eyes are too blurry to work properly. instead, you uncurl your hand from where it’s frozen on the bedsheet and tangle it into chuuya’s fiery red hair, stroking his scalp.
“t-too much,” you whine, trying to close your thighs to seal the oversensitive flesh in between, but chuuya’s firm hand stops you from doing so. “had enough.”
“too much? no, princess,” chuuya hums, a happy, content sound against your inner thigh. “we’ll be here a while. no distractions, just me and you.” he sucks a bruise against the delicate flesh, pinkish-purple flower on your skin. “you’ll have my attention all night.”
babe…babe what if when he gets you into doggy and you’re still just gigglin away he just snakes a hand around your throat and squeezes while leaning down to whisper in your “when you stop giggling you can breathe again okay?” then starts pounding into you at an ungodly pace I AM SCREAMING
BABE. BABE. BAAABE. i'm dying. i'm dead. my soul would simply leave my body???????
- Praise kink, he loves you telling him how good he makes you feel, how he’s so good for you and how he’s fucking you just right
- 100% loves teasing you in public, sometimes going as far as tracing a finger along your panties underneath your skirt, whispering in your ear about how he’s going to fuck you when you get home
- speaking of which, dirty talk. The man won’t stop talking shit in the bedroom. He’d honestly just keeping going on about how wet you are for him and how fucking good you feel. You’d have to kiss him to shut up sometimes
- Roger is a bottom the majority of the time fight me
- he loves watching you ride him. Making you bounce on his cock and then when he’s had enough he’ll grab your hips and fuck the living day lights out of you
- He loves leaving marks all over your body, showing everybody that you’re his only.
(Mature) (Kirk/Spock) (Spirk) (Background observance of Spock/T’Pring)
No one would ever believe him.
Jim thinks that’s one of the key factors in how the whole sordid affair comes to fruition. He’d have an easier time convincing people that sex pollen was involved. Maybe if he enlists that Botany major, he can get away with it. He tries to remember the guy’s name.
For @tari-aldarion, because I owed her something nice. (Eventually.)
bungou stray dogs | EXPLICIT | 736 words
nakahara chuuya x reader / oc
chuuya didn’t like how you were messing around today. he was going to punish you, but don’t let it get to his head...
⚠ consensual drug use
“do i look like i’m messing around? do i look like i won’t punish you?”
chuuya asks, a hand on his hip and the other on the car door he gracefully opened for you. you laugh, downplaying his threat.
“you can’t be that upset.”
“badmouthing me with tachihara of all people,” he tsks. holds you by the arm as you walk toward the vip elevator. you are still entirely unrepentant. “you’re so in for it when we get home.”
you nudge him. “hey, it wasn’t a me-only affair, you should have heard the stuff he said about you before you walked in! why is it that i’m the only one that gets punished?”
“oh, he’s paid his due,” chuuya smirks. “it’s exactly what i’m going to use to punish you.”
-
the do you trust me he had asked a few minutes ago hangs heavily over the both of you. chuuya hands you an innocuous glass of red wine. but he’s got that smile on his face.
“chuuya…”
“it’s harmless,” he pledges, hands raised up defensively. “and if something does happen, i’m here.”
your nose scrunches up, but you take the wine glass up to your mouth anyway. “i’m killing tachihara if this does something weird.”
and then nothing happens.
not for thirty minutes. chuuya seems unperturbed, so you shrug it off. the two of you continue to cuddle peacefully in bed, talking about everything and nothing. chuuya has got a hand on your exposed thigh peeking underneath your nightgown. there, he idly thumbs the plushy flesh. and it feels good. comforting, even.
until it isn’t. until the little patch of skin he’s touching feels… electrified. for a moment you think it’s the wine. you squirm closer to chuuya, hoping to relieve it. it’s a movement he makes no effort to push aside. but it just gets worse. he’s breathing down the nape of your neck, the hard line of his chest against your back, his voice low as he speaks…
when he squeezes your thigh there’s no stopping the salacious moan that slips out of you.
“bingo,” chuuya says softly, sexy smirk on his face.
he pushes you down onto the bed and you sigh at the loss of contact. something clicks. “the hell? what’s tachihara doing with shit like this?” you ask, the effects of the viagra or whatever finally coming clear.
“one of his underlings’ missions,” is all chuuya says by way of explanation; he’s too busy taking off your clothes. “now stop talking about tachihara while you’re like that.”
“like wh—haaa!” you cry out as chuuya suckles on a pert nipple. you clench and hang onto his fiery red curls as he hums happily. contentedly—the bastard. “geez, at least—uhn—warn me next time, this is—fuck—pretty intense.”
“‘next time’?” chuuya grins. the implication doesn’t hit you quickly, and it takes a few moments to load. “good, because i’ve got quite a supply,” he offers, and that makes you blush even redder—if that’s still possible. kisses heading lower down your body, he adds—“and in case you’ve forgotten, this is your punishment—try not to enjoy it too much?”
and boy, is it the hardest order he’ll give you tonight.
because the heat—the itch—doesn’t wane, no matter how hard you try. no matter how good it feels, it lingers there. chuuya eats you out and then fucks you open with his fingers but it isn’t enough. he pulls out your trusty vibrator and you keep on it until you’re squealing but it still isn’t enough.
“chuuya, goddammit!” you cry out, grabbing him by the nape of his neck and pulling him closer to you. “just put it in me, for gods’ sakes.”
you raise your leg to brush your thigh against his cock and it makes him hiss, half in laughter. “how the hell am i supposed to keep up with you like this?” he asks, kissing down your neck as he aligns himself.
“i have an idea.”
you say, your voice clear, steady, as you eye the unfamiliar bottle sitting on the nightstand. chuuya’s grin grows even wider when you reach for it, struggling a little bit with the safety cap. you put a capsule in between your teeth, teasing him to get it.
bungou stray dogs | EXPLICIT | 859 words
nakahara chuuya x (afab) reader/oc
you’re procrastinating going to work because you have other, more interesting plans. chuuya isn’t against it.
“i don’t want to go to work,” you whine, but continue with brushing your hair. you have a meeting at the office in two hours, and while it only takes about ten minutes to get there from chuuya’s apartment—which is why you’d slept over the night before —the mental preparation to even get out of the house is something else altogether.
doesn’t help that chuuya’s got the day off, too, lounging in bed in nothing but sweatpants. (and you’re still at that stage in the relationship where you don’t know if it’s too much to tell him he looks like a sculpted god made for you to worship… with your tongue.)
“aren’t ya just gonna attend that one meeting?” he asks, stretching as if unaware of how delicious he looks. the scars along his torso, his lean, built frame, the thin trail of red on his belly… “come back here then. i’ll be home all day.”
“i don’t want to attend the meeting,” you complain again, knowing it will get you nowhere. it feels good to let it out, to whine about it, but it also distracts you from chuuya, and that’s what you need right now.
“what would ya rather do then?” he asks, and you know him enough to know he’s prying to make an attempt to make it happen by the time you come back. and you know exactly what you’d rather do, right now, at this very moment…
you put the brush down and turn to him, devious grin on your face. there’s no harm in trying, is there?
“oh, i don’t know, chuuya. i’d rather stay in bed and get fucked.”
when chuuya finally makes eye contact with you, his pupils are blown wide.
“oh?”
you turn around to take the few steps from the full-length mirror to the bed, crawling over him as he eyes you up and down in your half-dressed state. the white button down open enough to reveal the cleavage between your breasts, the red shorts you’d slept in riding up your ass.
he smirks. “what happened to ‘casually dating’?”
you sit yourself down on his lap, but he doesn’t flinch, budge, or push you away. you take that as a good sign. “this seems casual to me,” you answer, hand hesitating over his chest. he holds onto your wrist and presses your hand flush against his skin.
“gotta say, ya confuse me sometimes,” chuuya admits. “but this isn’t an unwelcome development.”
it’s chuuya who pulls you onto his crotch, the line of his half-hard cock so tangible and so real underneath you. he keeps his hands on your hips, but does not guide or direct you. you press both your hands over his chest and wiggle your hips experimentally.
the sound that comes out of chuuya is heavenly.
the kind of sound someone would make at the attainment of something they’d long wanted. spurred by his moans, you continue to work your hips. something about all this—the sound of chuuya’s voice, his hair fanned out like a halo on the pillow, your hands on his chest, the texture of your clothes where your bodies touch, the sunlight from the window casting a gentle glow over the both of you—fills you with heat, building everywhere.
“you’re so sexy,” chuuya breathes, his fingers sliding underneath your shirt to press fervently against your bare skin. the praise makes your mind blank for a moment, and all there is the pressure building in your belly as you grind roughly against him.
“you’re not so bad yourself, nakahara,” you tease, fingers drifting to toy with his nipple. “didn’t know you were hiding this in your pants.”
“there are way too many things you don’t know about me yet, sweet,” he says, that boyish smirk on his face again; but you catch the exact moment his patience runs thin, his hands beginning to urge you more intensely against him.
you don’t last long, that far you know. but the moment seems to last forever, just you and chuuya right there, a feeling erupting in your chest as something catches somewhere and everything goes electric, making you sigh and whimper and begin to beg. “chuuya, gods, please…”
chuuya’s hands trail higher under your shirt, making you shiver. “just a little longer—c’mon, i got you.”
you see his pretty pink lips just as the high is about to hit; but something in you stops you from reaching out and just kissing him until you’re dizzy. instead, you groan out his name before biting down on your own lower lip, the orgasm making you crumple forward onto his chest.
“satisfied?” chuuya asks once your breathing has evened, his voice a low drawl that nearly ignites the fire inside you again. you chuckle.
“yeah, actually,” you admit, the blush fierce on your face, but you make no move to hide it. he pinches your cheek, but your focus is elsewhere, something still poking and waiting against your thigh. you look up at chuuya, enjoy the pinkness in his cheeks, the glow of his gray eyes, and ask, work be damned—
