dazai isn’t in love with chuuya guys, just because he gave him a reason to live and he said he wanted to see what chuuya’s insides look like and he waxes poetic about him when he’s fighting and he’s constantly thinking of new ways to annoy him and they share a soul does NOT mean they’re in love. idiots.
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A/N: Being in the Mafia was too much work sometimes, and Dazai wanted to let off steam.
Pairing: PM!Dazai x Fem! Reader (Implied Dazai x Chuuya)
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The colorful lights and low bass of the music seemed to pulse in time with the headache behind his eyes. Despite having Aoi poised damn near naked and ever so eager on his lap, and several shots of whatever colorful concoction Hana had whipped up for him swirling in his guts, the desire to let loose and put on the clown mask still didn't come. He still felt the hooks of Mori's authority pulling at his skin, the weight of his responsibilities bowing narrow shoulders, and the disdain for it all burning a hole where his patience would have been.
Dazai sighed as another tremor of pain burrowed in his brain. He knocked back the syrupy drink, and pushed the Aoi off his lap, making her spill onto the wood floor of the club with a loud thump.
"Hey, Dazai! What the hell is your problem?"
He ignored her cries as he slammed his shot glass on the table and stood up. A few heads turned in his direction, but were quick to look away when he tossed his coat over his shoulders. Even with the dim lights of the club it was clear to anyone with half a brain that he was Mafia Black.
He stuffed his hands in his pockets, and made his way through the elegant velvet couches poised beside glass topped tables, girls dressed to the nines, and drooling men that stared with a lust so strong it even made Dazai himself feeo ill.
He made a beeline to the closed office door, and didn't bother to knock as he kicked open the door. He was unsurprised, maybe even amused, to find you sitting on Chuuya's desk. Your legs were spread wide enough for said mafioso to fit comfortably, hiking your leather skirt up your shapely thighs. Your head was tilted to the side as Chuuya suckled at the tender skin there, no doubt leaving violet bruises that they all could admire later. His large, gloved hands gripped your waist with something Dazai figured was either possessive desire or a desperate want for restraint.
Dazai placed his devil may care smirk on his lips as Chuuya pulled himself from your neck with a glare that would make a lesser man piss himself. "Well aren't you just having a gay ol' time? Aren't you supposed to be working?"
You jumped and pressed yourself into Chuuya's chest, clearly trying to cover up what Dazai had seen a dozen times before. "Dazai! God, you scared me half to death."
"Awe, don't disappear so soon, Bella~. Not without taking me with you."
"Is there a reason you're in my fucking office?" Chuuya snapped. Dazai couldn't help but notice that the pipsqueak still rubbed gentle circles in your hips.
"Other than to indulge in my most favorite hobby which would be to annoy you? Nope!" Dazai leaned against a nearby wall, his smirk growing wider. "Although it looks like I had such wonderful timing as well seeing as how you were attempting to fuck our favorite hostess."
"Yeah? So what? Get the fuck out!"
"A spy for a drug smuggling ring is here. Oops, did I forget to say something earlier?"
Chuuya's eyes narrowed as he clicked his tongue. He removed himself entirely and buttoned his slacks back up. You whined, but were ultimately ignored as Chuuya grabbed his coat, tossed it over his shoulder, and left the office with anger so palpable it made Dazai snicker. The door slammed shut behind him, and Dazai and you were left in silence.
If Dazai felt a little less like boiled depression he may have even gone to follow Chuuya for the hell of it. There was no drug ring spy, of course, another small way to annoy Chuuya and bring himself a twisted taste of joy.
"You know, you don't always have to be an ass, Dazai."
Dazai raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Then what would you suggest I become instead?"
You sighed as you hopped off the desk. "Well, for one thing-"
Anything you said went in one ear and right out the other. Why would he bother to listen to tour sermon when your body was far more interesting? He watched you pull your skirt back down your thighs and adjust the sad excuse of rhinestones and leather that counted as your top. He had seen you naked plenty of times by now. Whether it was splayed under his own while he pounded into your warm cunt, or whenever Chuuya bent you over any available surface to take his frustrations out on your ever willing body
Your skin was so soft and pliant, perfect for grabbing in tight fistfulls to keep you in place while you were bent, abused, and used for their pleasure. Whether it was just sexual fun, or perhaps something darker that you didn't dare name aloud but Dazai considered a hilarious blessing.
"Dazai? Hey, Dazai!"
He blinked when he heard his name again. You were practically chest to chest with him now, peering up at him with narrowed eyes amd your hands on your hips. "You're ignoring me, aren't you?"
"Absolutely. Couldn't you tell?"
You sighed and shook your head. "It wouldn't kill you if you took me seriously every once in awhile."
"You?" He laughed deep and low in his chest. "Why in the hell would I take you seriously? You're a lot of things, Bella. Sexy, a good hostess, even a gaijin. However, first and foremost, you're just a holr that I rut into when I'm bored and need something to stick my dick into. If you’re looking for compassion or a relationship else I suggest you bother the pip squeak-"
A loud smack filled the room, and pain erupted on Dazai's cheek. It was the burning sort that only lasted a moment or two, but it was still pain none the less.
The darkness that always seemed to swirl just below the surface of his thoughts bubbled and expanded. On instinct he grabbed you by the shoulder and shoved you back on the desk. You yelped and collided with a dull thunk. In your hurry to catch yourself, you smacked a jar and it tumbled to the floor, fancy fountain pens clattering everywhere.
"Dazai! What are you doing?
The fear that tainted your voice only seemed to fuel him further as he grabbed your skirt and hiked it up and over your ass, exposing a neon pink thong. You pushed at his shoulders and he ignored you as he snapped the thong off with ease, and shoved two fingers into your pussy.
Bella, are you getting off to the person hurting you? It's just as I said: You're just a dirty fucking hole."
More pain lit his nerves on fire, this time along his scalp. His head was forcefully jerked down and Dazai was forced to look you in the eye.
You glared up at him, teeth bared, eyes narrowed. He rumbled in his chest at your defiance in warning only for you to spit in his face. Saliva dripped down his nose and back onto your exposed chest.
"You fucking prick."
"Oh cry me a river. You knew what I was before today." He snapped a hand around your neck, despite the increased pain on his scalp, and squeezed experimentally. "You wanted this."
"Fuck you."
"Oh don't you worry. I'm getting to that, Belladonna."
He hissed and his shoulder muscles tensed and strained as the nails dragged back towards his neck. He could feel something warm and wet run down his ear.
For someone that despised pain, Dazai was injured fairly often. The usual result was a rage filled focus on his rather unfortunate target. As the Port Mafi saying went: The misfortune of Dazai's enemies was that they were his enemies. Here, however, was a rather different result that even he, the Demon Prodigy, hadn't expected. Dazai could feel his cock harden in his slacks and saliva pool in his mouth. As if this was just one of his normal booze and chemical filled romps with you, and not you lashing out like a whining bitch because he didn't want to listen to your sermon.
You, the sly minx, seemed to notice right away. Your hips bucked into him despite the hand still clasped around your neck. The friction was delicious, and despite your laughter ringing in his ears and your nails still embedded in his scalp, he allowed himself to indulge just a touch. He jerked his hips, just for you to dig a heel into his ribs.
"Absolutely not, Osamu Dazai. You don't get to just do whatever you damn well please. Not after all that bravado."
He flinched at the pressure against some older bruising he had hidden between the bandages on his ribs. All of the stinging swirled down through his nerves and down, down, down to his twitching cock. He opened his mouth, but you pressed your heel to his ribs once more, making him bow his head, his forehead pressed to your own, your breaths mingling.
"Bitch."
You grinned up at him looking every bit like the cat that ate the canary. "You know, if you were nicer to me I would help you out with your little 'problem'. "
He grit his teeth as you leaned up and licked a long stripe from his jaw up to his blood coated ear. He could feel his will to fight waning as you nibbled at the lobe, meanwhile your hips moved in slow, almost gentle circles against his dick giving him just enough stimulation to make him shudder.
"C'mon 'samu. I know you wanna cum. Need it, even. You got a call before you could cum down my throat last night, and you didn't get to me first this evening either. We all know you're just a little pent up."
As if to prove your point, you bit the point between his neck and the beginning of his bandages, and an unabashed moan left his lips. She was right and he knew it. If Mori didn't need something then Chuuya stole you away from him. He could dump his cum anywhere else, but they didn't let him make them bleed all over their sheets, to place cold metal to their temple, to use them as he saw fit.
For what he needed in that moment.
Finally, as if someone had cut his strings, he released the hand from your throat. You smiled sweetly and finally released his scalp with a gentle pat to his head. Then, without any warning, you tackled him.
The two of you sprawled onto the ground with you on top of him. Dazai's vision burned stars into his brain for but a moment. He could hear the clink of his belt, before something warm and wet swallowed his cock whole.
His back arched and he bucked his hips, just for sharp nails to dig into his hips bones. He muttered a curse and opened an eye, just to see your cherry red lips pressed against the base of his dick.
And then you swallowed.
Dazai hissed and his toes curled. Everything felt so fucking tight, and his hips stung, and you were so fucking pretty. Another moan was pulled from him, this one higher than the last.
You pulled back and crawled up his body. Your fingers tangled in his hair, your nails digging in his scalp once more.
"You taste so good, dummy." You licked his lips. "Kinda surprised."
He canted his hips up. He wanted more of her. More of her warmth. More of her body. More of getting the fuck away from the darkness that stood just on the edge of his brain.
