Thinking about cuddling with husband!zai…
PAIRING: ADA+HUSBAND!ZAI x GENDER NEUTRAL READER.
A/N: My first ever fic, be nice to me🥲 I haven’t written in ages so my vocabulary is atrocious in this. PLEASE PARDON ME FOR THATTTT, I SWEAR I TRIED!
WARNINGS: Fast paced; Minor mentions of suicide and love-making; Swearing; Fluff; Dazai (tell me if I missed anything!).
GENRE: Fluff, oneshot
SUMARRY: After a long and hot day in the Agency, you assumed you were alone and decided to take a “short” nap on the sofa there. Your plans were quickly disrupted though, but pleasantly so…
WC: Around 1.3k.
It was an exasperatingly long day in the Agency today, and the sun was beating down on you with such obnoxiousness that it felt as if the entire time it was there only to preach one single goal of its—to suck the life straight out of you with how it made your back feel like it sizzled.
Today was boring. No missions to go on, no new criminals that any of you would have needed even the smallest bits of effort to trace down; not even Dazai tried to attempt it, because, as surprising as it is, his current insatiable boredom that had been dragging on the entire day made him refuse to do as much as get out of his chair and at least write one report, but he refused even though the chair itself was literally drenched in his own sweat, the stuffiness of the room making him rather sleepy and out of it. You were all piled with paperwork to the brim, and any last crumbs of logic or wisdom involving the field of reading and writing have now long perished after practically frying in the sun like teriyaki chicken bits while attempting to write anything on the seemingly way too white sheet of paper atop the wooden table for hours on end.
The sun was now setting, finally, you thought to yourself, breathing a sigh through your nose like you managed to do more times than you probably should have in the span of less than 18 hours.
You were last to finish your paperwork, or so you thought, because you were the one that could focus least on any work due to the panging heat. (Dazai doesn’t even count; he didn’t even touch a pen! Well… he did, but with the intention to annoy Kunikida by swiping it from his hands in the midst of the blonde’s concentrated writing.
Now to get home… You were too tired to even get an Uber back to the Agency’s apartments, so you decided to take a nap on the oh-so comfort-promising sofa before your eyes. A small nap wouldn’t hurt, would it? After all, you’ll just get enough sleep to actually understand what the hell you were even doing right now, a mere power nap at most, because your drowsiness always made your speech sound like an unintelligible string of babbling. You knew better than to go outside when the sun was setting while barely aware of your own existence.
You plopped onto the couch, bouncing a little from how soft it was, and you nuzzled your face into the pillow thrown at the very edge of the sofa. Sweet rest, you’d thought to yourself.
… That was until you felt something heavy on the sofa between your legs, though. You genuinely jerked out of whatever blissful sleepiness was left in you, and your eyes shot up to look at your legs.
You then realised that you, in fact, were not the last one to be finishing those reports.
Dazai was comfortably nestled between your legs, hand rubbing your abdomen. He looked up at you with a cheeky and boyish smile, to which you squeezed his cheeks like a grandma after seeing someone’s baby.
“You scared me, moron.” You softly spoke, your hands sliding up his face and into his hair, scratching his scalp as if he were a puppy. And honestly? Maybe he was, because who the hell could fight those pretty lashes he fluttered to you, mimicking a princess who probably wanted her dad to buy her the entire world just so she could have a proper tea party.
His voice came out breathy; he was obviously tired. “Good to know I still make you feel some type of thrill, bella~” He puckered his lips, eyebrows wiggling, causing you to fall into a trap of a giggle fit. Even when tired, he managed to lift your mood. How the hell did he even do that? Managed to tease you even when he was looking like he was on his deathbed?
“Uh-huh, you make me want to gouge my eyes out…” You playfully poked at his ego, though both of you well knew it was just a silly back-and-forth quarrel you used against him without intending anything truly malicious.
He only chuckled, now both of his hands rubbing your hips languidly as he pressed kisses to your clothed thighs.
Your cheeks flushed at the intimate moment, heat pooling at the bottom of your stomach from the cosy feel of his affectionate touch. You, nonetheless, joked about his sappiness, knowing damn well you’re a worse lovebird than him, and to outrun Dazai in the loving and affection-providing field was certainly an accomplishment to reach. “Needy much?”
“Should I hide my love for you in public?” He shouldn’t, of course. Cheeky man. He smirked up at you lazily, enjoying the view of your now maroon face. “Why so red, ‘donna? Am I perhaps taking your breath away?~”
In response, you only drowsily chuckled at his teasing. “Shut up and sleep with me.” You hummed, pushing his head down between your thighs to let him nuzzle in the warmth of them (even though the day itself had been exceptionally heated by the unforgiving summer sun, it’s cool now that it has set, and Dazai would never refuse lying between your thighs. It was cosy and safe, like a bird's nest.
“Sleep with you? You mean fu—“ That made you slap his head with a giggle. “Ah, you wounded me…” He dramatically whined, rubbing the back of his head way too harshly as if to tell you that you hit him as hard as a buff man pushing his forties.
“No, not fuck. You’re acting like a pup in heat; calm down, I’m too tired…” Dazai’s eyes softened at your words, his usual teasing tendencies unhooking. Thankfully, he understood now wasn’t the time for his playfulness and was actually even thankful for it. He wasn’t in the mood for any of that right now as well.
“I know, love; I’m just joking.” And a kiss landed on your thigh, not lustful—just loving and comforting.
As you both were drifting off to a peaceful sleep—in contrast to the fitful ones Dazai usually had when he was away from you—Dazai crawled up instead of sprawling out on your chest.
“Oomf—“ You breathed, not expecting him to land his head on your chest this harshly. “Why so harsh?” You enquired—
All you got was a sleepy muffled babble. Yeah, you lost Dazai, and he was already on cloud nine just because it was yourchest he was resting upon.
You admired him for a little and then drifted off into a blissful sleep as well, warmly cuddled up with your husband on the Agency's couch, the smell of worksheets and ink as well as the fresh air protruding through the half-opened office windows enveloping both of your cosy forms.
BONUS
You woke up to find hands on either side of your face and muffled yelling. Dazai’s face was nuzzled in the crook of your neck, his nimble fingers massaging your temples as he attempted to keep you asleep and unaware of Kunikida’s current scolding.
Both of you were messy and disorganised, clothes rumpled and half unbuttoned from shifting back and forth, fighting for who gets to be atop whom even during sleep, hair sticking out all over the place.
You wanted to awe at how sweet Dazai was, attempting to let you sleep in peace, but he probably knew there was no point in trying to protect you from Kunikida’s ear-piercing screams.
You pecked his forehead to signal you were wide awake now, and he only huffed in response.
One moment he was cuddling you—next he was snatched by his collar right off of you, Kunikida holding him up like a kitty who drank too much milk unsupervised, and you smiled softly at the sight of Dazai glancing at you pleadingly to save him, waving your hand carelessly and teasingly.
AAAANNDDD THIS IS IT! Please be nice to me (or don’t) and give me (preferably respectful) feedback on this! If you liked my post, interactions with the post are appreciated! Bye, and till next Monday (😈).
