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hear me out. Aphrodisiacs/marathon sex w dazai x fem reader
⋆˚࿔ Lust haze °❀⋆
Warnings : Explicit, aphrodisiacs, fem!reader, multiple orgasms, squirting, public sex, fingering, MINORS DNI !!
A/N: Ok so I know I said I was gonna do older requests first... HOWEVER I got this and I just HAD to do it. I love Dazai and he's not on this blog nearly enough plus this prompt was lit perfect. (lmk if I've missed any tags & tysm for requesting anon!)
It was just another typical work day for you, until it wasn’t. Kunikida, too exhausted with Dazai’s antics and reluctance to work, had offloaded the maniac with no regard for his own life onto you, forcing him to accompany you on the field as you apprehended whatever criminals got sent your way. As much as you and Dazai got on perfectly fine on any usual day, there was no lying that he could get in the way when he wanted to, and apparently that particular urge to be a constant source of irritation was very common for him. Aside from the unrelenting teasing you had to endure from Dazai all day, it wasn’t turning out to be too awful, the only issue lying in a particular criminal you’d been attempting to track for the better part of the workday. You should’ve had Ranpo with you, at least his genius mind could be useful. Dazai on the other hand seemed content not doing a lot, hands buried in his trench coat pockets, strolling beside you with an overly casual gait whilst he rambled on about something you hadn’t had the mind to be paying attention to in that moment, far more consumed with different courses and tactics that could be utilised to find and take down this criminal before the work day was over, you’d rather not have to labour away doing overtime.
“So as I was saying, I asked for a double sui- are you even listening?” Dazai noticed you’d stalked ahead a meter or two, eyes trained on the ground with focused precision, tracking every mark, every imprint in the dirt for a single sign of recent activity. He rolled his eyes, why bother wasting time doing something so mundane as attempting to track a criminal, they’ll come to you eventually. You’d sure make some pretty bait to lure out a scumbag or two, though for once he refrains from sharing that particular thought, conscious of the fact he’d probably receive a slap in the face for such a sentiment.
“How mean Bella, I’m wounded you’d disregard me so” He huffs out an exasperated sigh that you’re not confident is truly sincere and turning around to throw an unimpressed glare his way you note the way one bandaged hand rests dramatically on his forehead, the other just above where his heart lies, the picture of theatricity.
That glare cost you more than you’d realised.
The second your back is turned, an overwhelming haze of rosy mist floods the area, seeping into every crevice of space, until it’s so thick it feels like you're choking on it as it fills your lungs with something vaguely tingly. You cough, waving your hands like it’ll waft the smoke away, “Shit- what the fuck is this?”.It’s like looking through tinted lenses, the way it plasters the world in glimmering fog and you unconsciously inch closer to a surprised Dazai who’s holding a sleeve over his mouth and squinting through the vapour. The air is thick, like the clouds have descended down to earth to perform an unusual phenomenon. It begins to faintly dissipate, subtly, and in the edges of your clouded vision you barely make out a figure clad in dark clothing, face obscured, rounding the corner of the building and skidding away.
Copying Dazai’s movements and throwing an arm across your face, you scramble after the person, pushing your way through the pulsating fog. Ducking around the same corner they disappeared mere seconds ago leaves frustration building inside you, adding to the already pounding headache you’re sure wasn’t there a minute ago as the suspicious figure is nowhere in sight, only vast alleyways that seem to stretch on for miles greet you. Sighing in resignation, you drop the arm still obscuring your mouth and nose to take a greedy inhale of air, clear of whatever peculiar mist had spread across the area moments before. Only then do you register the faint buzzing beneath your skin, like your nerves are vibrating with every brush of clothing against your body. You hiss as one step back towards your original location causes desire to immediately pool in your underwear at the feeling of your thighs making contact with one another. Fuck.
Ignoring the now insistent burning between your legs, you swiftly make your way back to see how Dazai’s faring, aware he was unfortunate enough to be enfolded in the ‘fog’ you’ve now determined to be some form of aphrodisiac powder. Every whisper of clothing against your skin sends rapidly intensifying shudders across your skin, restrained pleasure rippling through every contraction of your muscles. Desperately attempting to ignore the igniting desire overtaking your mind, you stagger back to where you once were, scanning the area for the lanky frame of your field partner through hazy vision. Your gaze locates him hunched over, arms leaning above his head on a moss clad wall, entire body heaving in time with heavy breaths, lips parted and panting. Oh. Oh.
He seems to be even more affected than you are, though you can’t deny the fog crawling into your mind has your thoughts jumbled in a mix of desire and fragments of shattering control. Your own body is turning on you, legs struggling to hold up your weight, skin flushed a furious pink and breath leaving you in broken pieces. You take one slow fumbling step after the other, closing in on Dazai. You’re not sure what solution you have to solve this predicament and it’s not like you even have the capacity to think of anything other than the feeling of your panties clinging to your soaked folds and the shuddering of Osamu’s body barely a meter away from yours. You’ve never seen him so uncomposed, so…unravelled. In a matter of minutes an aphrodisiac has managed to force his appearance unruly, hair messier than usual, tussled and sticking to his forehead with perspiration, prominent bulge straining painfully against ivory trousers, eyes purposefully darting away from yours - lidded and clouded with molten desire.
Seeing your own condition paling in comparison to the utter state of his, you reach out a hesitant hand to faintly grasp his shoulder, touch normally scarcely tangible through the thick cloth of his trench coat now concentrated, sending the blood rushing to his already agonisingly hard cock. He doubles over further and moans at the contact, unabashedly loud as a full body tremor can be seen physically running down the long planes of his body.
“Hngh- f-fuck don’t do that…” He narrowly manages to mutter out and you can see his knuckles, just peeking out of his bandages, turning fiercely white with the force he’s exerting on the wall. Your hand lingers but without moving your fingers along his shoulder the pleasure derived from such simple contact is muted to a vibrating tingle beneath the skin. You’re not sure whether not to withdraw your touch, and your better judgement is becoming hastily clouded with the same desire reflected in the stance of the man before you. Hesitancy causes your hand to slip from his shoulder, though not before trailing down his back to do so. Another deep groan erupts from the back of his throat and you immediately realise your mistake.
“Oh- sorry I didn’t ev-” Your words are cut off as his head snaps in your direction, and the sight has your knees weaker still and slick gushing out of your pussy, unconsciously forcing your thighs together to gain some sort of friction to relieve the pressure that seems only to grow with each moment. Osamu’s eyes are wild, heavily lidded, hues of amber and chocolate brown swirling together in one pool of pure need, and in that moment you’re confident that his gaze could drown you, and you’d go along with it willingly. One more owlish blink of your eyes and his control snaps like a string pulled taught. He’s on you in speed you’ve never witnessed, lips crashing onto yours, all teeth and tongue, not a millimetre of space between you as he moves against you, devouring you.
There’s nothing innocent or gentle about the way his mouth moves against yours, greedy and consuming, like he’s trying to swallow you whole with each possessive tug of his teeth on your bottom lip. His tongue wastes no time, layering over yours with lustful intensity that has your head spinning, hands grasping and clutching onto any part of him you can get. His hips rut frantically against your own, cock pressing onto you with fervour that has pleasure sparking like fire up your spine and his alike. You moan and gasp, and he swallows the sounds in every ravenous stroke of his tongue between your parted lips.
In a second he has you pinned against the wall he rested on moments before, hands clutching your hips like a lifeline and lips moving to bite and suck a trail of scarlet marks and teeth indents down the slope of your neck, growling low against your skin every time you gasp and keen out at his ministrations. That buzzing in your veins has developed to full on pulsing, with each overwhelming canine sunk into your skin sending vibrations of pleasure running through your bloodstream like it’s second nature. His movements are frantic, bordering on animalistic in a way that says you’ll be wearing his marks for days. You don’t even realise your blouse has been torn open, lace clad tits out for Dazai to rain down another flurry of heated open mouthed kisses onto the skin. Deft fingers work swiftly to unbutton your trousers, slipping into your ruined panties to swipe through your drenched heat without hesitancy. “Hahh…s-so wet for me, dirty girl” His tongue barely leaves your skin to mumble the statement, returning immediately to claim any area of skin that doesn’t already bear evidence of him.
“S-samu!” The word leaves your lips between shattered moans, hips bucking desperately, chasing the friction like it’s the only thing keeping you alive, “Wait- someone could s- hahh see” His fingers seem to speed up at this, dragging back and forth through the gushing slick of your folds, though for someone so desperate he’s cruelly avoiding inserting one inside you and the tension coiling tight in your stomach intensifies every time he just traces your entrance before he’s skirting away again, leaving you to let out a frustrated whine. Your fingers have an iron grip on his shoulders, trench coat slipping off as you scramble to ground yourself in the face of such immense pleasure.
“Don’t care” his response comes muffled against your skin and yet another wave of pleasure courses through you as sharp teeth mark the hollow of your throat again and again, “let them have a show”. The next few seconds pass in an indistinguishable blur of hands and teeth and heat, Osamu’s fingers finally find where they’re supposed to go, one then two inserted into the impossibly tight confines of your walls with lewd sounds that echo off the surrounding walls, your hands fervently shove off his trench coat and then his shirt until he’s clad only in the bandages that find home around his upper torso, neck and arms. Your back arches like a bowstring, hips meeting his as you unconsciously roll them in tandem with every press of his fingers into that sweet spot hidden inside you. His teeth have finally let up on your bruised skin, only now for him to swallow every pitched whine that escapes your parted lips as his mouth returns, greedy, to layer over yours again and again until your head is spinning with the lack of oxygen.
You pull away, chest heaving with every inhale and he chases you, lips locking onto yours like the only air he needs is coming through you. You can feel the strain of his cock against you, and as he brings his thumb to your clit to flick and tease at the sensitive bud whilst his fingers scissor and prod your g-spot, you release one of his shoulders to palm his cock through his trousers. His head drops into the crook of your neck, groaning and almost whimpering at the feeling of your hand on him. He adds a third finger, stretching you out impossibly more, and combined with the fact every touch is like an inextinguishable flame of pleasure burning against your skin, you’re quick to fall off the edge, hips writhing and twitching beneath his touch as your walls clench and spasm, “O-oh fuck! Osamu!” His name falls like a mantra from your lips as your orgasm rolls through you like tidal waves.
“Y-yeah go on, make a mess on my fingers” His ministrations don’t slow, still plunging deep inside you and every coherent thought seems to desert your mind as he repeatedly hits that sweet spot over and over again. You don’t even realise your hand has stopped rubbing his cock until the bucking of his hips alerts you to the issue still present. In the haziness of your aftershocks you manage to fumble and undo the button, shoving his trousers and underwear down just enough to free his cock and it springs up to slap his abdomen. He’s big, in a way you didn’t even think about, long with prominent veins running up the underside until they reach his tip, red and swollen with pre leaking from his slit. You wrap a shaky hand around the base, fingers just unable to fit around it, and he groans low from the back of his throat with the contact.
Patience deserting him, his fingers are abruptly pulled from your heat, leaving you whining at the loss until his hand, soaked in your release, spreads your fluids on his cock, grasping your hand to guide it up and down his shaft. The irony of his cock fitting in his own hand isn’t lost on you but through your lust addled brain it’s a fleeting thought that goes as quickly as it comes. The aphrodisiac hasn’t calmed down at all, your stomach still coiling tight with sheer need, desire translated into a ravenous hunger for release that only Osamu can bring you. Hiking one thigh over his hip, you hook your arms behind his neck, grasping the short hairs at his nape before grinding your soaked folds along the length of him. His head tips back, and you take the exposed column of his throat as an invitation to trail heated kisses down it. You can feel him physically twitch at the feeling of your kiss bitten lips tracing his neck, and another bead of pre leaks down from his tip to mix with the already obscene amount of slick coating your pussy.
“O-ohh fuck.. Bella let me fuck you, have to- hah be inside you” His gaze meets yours, drowned in desire and want and you swear you see your reflection in his eyes, head half tilted back onto the wall, body heaving with lust and dizzy pleasure as your hips still grind slowly onto his length. He ruts into you, the head of his cock catching on your overtsimulated clit with every thrust against you, and the need to have him buried as deep as he can get is making you light headed. You nod as furiously as your brain will allow, but that’s all the signal Dazai needs to join himself to you in one agonising thrust. “Ohh fuck- you’re s-so fucking tight”, he hisses out as his cock practically splits you in half, and you wince, expecting pain that never comes. Instead, the pleasure vibrating under your skin reaches its peak, unravelling your mind until you can’t focus on anything other than the sensation of his heavy cock pounding into you with relentless force.
You attempt to raise your hips in time to meet his thrusts, but it proves difficult with the strength and pace he’s slamming into you with. “Shit- gonna fuckin ruin you-” It’s sloppy, in his haste to pursue release his rhythm is lost, fucking into you with hunger alight in his eyes, fueled by the lewd look on your face and the sensation of your fingers tugging at his hair like you’ll break apart without him, “till this pretty cunt remembers my shape”. Your head knocks back against the wall and your back jolts, scraping painfully against the concrete as his thrusts force your body backwards with the strength behind them. Your hands move down to his shoulder blades, scratching angry red lines into the pale skin. His hips drive into you with intense vigour, relishing in the tight clamp of your walls around his cock and the way you’re screaming his name over and over again.
You can see the peak of your desire swiftly approaching, clenching down on him as you chase the pleasure he’s giving you with desperacy. “Hngh- so c-close ‘Samu” He huffs out a broken laugh, interrupted by a moan as you squeeze hard, clit brushing against his abdomen as he draws you impossibly closer so not an inch of space remains between your bodies. Sweat beads and drips off his forehead onto your own, mixing with the perspiration soaking your own face. His pace never slows, hips continually meeting yours in a messy blend of your slick and sweat, colliding with lewd squelches that ring out into the empty space of the alleyway. “Go on, come for me- f-fuck you’re tight- come on this cock” He shifts deliberatley, assuring your clit grinds along his abs with every jolt of his hips. You’re so painfully tight around him, and your skin seems to tremor with pleasure with every contact it makes against his, so much so you can’t tell where his ends and yours begins. Wound in the unending spiral of desire, you’re swiftly pushed over the edge, stars bursting behind your eyes as you gush around his length, still pistoning into your sweet spot as Dazai chases his own release which follows almost immediately after yours. You feel his hips still for a split second, warmth blooming inside you as he spills deep inside, pressed flushed to the entrance of your cervix.
He takes you in, head tilted back and lips parted in a silent scream before your whole world shifts and suddenly your hips are being held up by surprisingly strong hands and your own are braced on the wall you’d been leaning on moments prior. You feel the filthy combination of your own sweat and a mixture of both yours and Osamu’s release trickling out of your abused pussy and down your thighs. His cock has barely left you before you feel the thick stretch of him pushing into you again, cock kissing the deepest spots inside you that he couldn’t reach before, “O-oh hahh.. Samu!” You keen out, pushing back onto him despite only having been filled up seconds before. You can already see your third orgasm of the night on the horizon, and yet you still chase it like it’s the oxygen you crave.
“N-not enough, need more, more” He’s not even directing his words at you now, just muttering into the skin of your back, finding another area that’s been unclaimed by his greedy mouth. His canines are sharp, sinking into your skin repeatedly as his hips collide with yours with renewed passion, aching to force another tidal wave of an orgasm out of your sensitive body. One hand releases its possessive grip on the fat of your hip, snaking around to draw tight circles on your swollen clit. Your legs shudder, struggling to keep you up, but Dazai’s other arm wraps tight around your stomach, holding you steadfast to him. It proves even more fruitful for him as he can feel the bulge of him in your stomach, unravelling him even faster as intended as the added stimulation tips him over the edge again, spilling another heavy load into you deeper still. The feeling of his hips stuttering and fingers still circling your bud causes another mind numbing orgasm to wash over you, gushing and spurting all over him, soaking the ivory of his trousers and his hand.
“Hngh- so- fuckk so fucking good for me” Yet again, you’re manhandled into another position, marked back now flush with the wall once more yet this time you’re completely suspended in the air, secure arms beneath your thighs as Osamu plunges his - still hard - cock into the consuming heat of your walls again, pounding and pounding into you like he’s trying to make you forget your name. “Shit baby- constricting me hah-”. His moans come in tandem with your own, raw and unfiltered against your skin, thoughts consumed by nothing other than getting you to squeeze on him like that again. He finds your sweet spot, abusing it until you can feel, what is this your fourth orgasm?, approaching you. This time it feels different, like the already present pressure in your stomach is about to unfurl in a tsunami of pleasure, and you realise far too late. “W-wait hah- Samu! I’m g-gonna p-” You’re cut off as liquid pressure comes shooting out of you, spraying his abdomen with your release as your body shudders with the aftershocks. His eyes widen for the first time since the aphrodisiac affected him, hips still pistoning into your gushing heat with inhuman speed but soon he’s following you again, and you’re surprised he’s not shooting blanks yet as another wave of heat floods your insides.
“Ohh shit- did you just fucking squirt on me? Fuck-” He doesn’t bother changing positions this time, just withdrawing his hips to start fucking back into you sloppily, skin meeting skin with a clap! Clap! Clap! “W-wait Osamu- m’still too sensit-” your voice morphs into another series of broken moans as you realise he won’t be stopping anytime soon. You’re relatively sure the drug has worn off by now, not that you could communicate that through the haze of lust obscuring both your vision and mind. This is going to be a long night.
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hear me out. Aphrodisiacs/marathon sex w dazai x fem reader
⋆˚࿔ Lust haze °❀⋆
Warnings : Explicit, aphrodisiacs, fem!reader, multiple orgasms, squirting, public sex, fingering, MINORS DNI !!
A/N: Ok so I know I said I was gonna do older requests first... HOWEVER I got this and I just HAD to do it. I love Dazai and he's not on this blog nearly enough plus this prompt was lit perfect. (lmk if I've missed any tags & tysm for requesting anon!)
It was just another typical work day for you, until it wasn’t. Kunikida, too exhausted with Dazai’s antics and reluctance to work, had offloaded the maniac with no regard for his own life onto you, forcing him to accompany you on the field as you apprehended whatever criminals got sent your way. As much as you and Dazai got on perfectly fine on any usual day, there was no lying that he could get in the way when he wanted to, and apparently that particular urge to be a constant source of irritation was very common for him. Aside from the unrelenting teasing you had to endure from Dazai all day, it wasn’t turning out to be too awful, the only issue lying in a particular criminal you’d been attempting to track for the better part of the workday. You should’ve had Ranpo with you, at least his genius mind could be useful. Dazai on the other hand seemed content not doing a lot, hands buried in his trench coat pockets, strolling beside you with an overly casual gait whilst he rambled on about something you hadn’t had the mind to be paying attention to in that moment, far more consumed with different courses and tactics that could be utilised to find and take down this criminal before the work day was over, you’d rather not have to labour away doing overtime.
“So as I was saying, I asked for a double sui- are you even listening?” Dazai noticed you’d stalked ahead a meter or two, eyes trained on the ground with focused precision, tracking every mark, every imprint in the dirt for a single sign of recent activity. He rolled his eyes, why bother wasting time doing something so mundane as attempting to track a criminal, they’ll come to you eventually. You’d sure make some pretty bait to lure out a scumbag or two, though for once he refrains from sharing that particular thought, conscious of the fact he’d probably receive a slap in the face for such a sentiment.
“How mean Bella, I’m wounded you’d disregard me so” He huffs out an exasperated sigh that you’re not confident is truly sincere and turning around to throw an unimpressed glare his way you note the way one bandaged hand rests dramatically on his forehead, the other just above where his heart lies, the picture of theatricity.
That glare cost you more than you’d realised.
The second your back is turned, an overwhelming haze of rosy mist floods the area, seeping into every crevice of space, until it’s so thick it feels like you're choking on it as it fills your lungs with something vaguely tingly. You cough, waving your hands like it’ll waft the smoke away, “Shit- what the fuck is this?”.It’s like looking through tinted lenses, the way it plasters the world in glimmering fog and you unconsciously inch closer to a surprised Dazai who’s holding a sleeve over his mouth and squinting through the vapour. The air is thick, like the clouds have descended down to earth to perform an unusual phenomenon. It begins to faintly dissipate, subtly, and in the edges of your clouded vision you barely make out a figure clad in dark clothing, face obscured, rounding the corner of the building and skidding away.
Copying Dazai’s movements and throwing an arm across your face, you scramble after the person, pushing your way through the pulsating fog. Ducking around the same corner they disappeared mere seconds ago leaves frustration building inside you, adding to the already pounding headache you’re sure wasn’t there a minute ago as the suspicious figure is nowhere in sight, only vast alleyways that seem to stretch on for miles greet you. Sighing in resignation, you drop the arm still obscuring your mouth and nose to take a greedy inhale of air, clear of whatever peculiar mist had spread across the area moments before. Only then do you register the faint buzzing beneath your skin, like your nerves are vibrating with every brush of clothing against your body. You hiss as one step back towards your original location causes desire to immediately pool in your underwear at the feeling of your thighs making contact with one another. Fuck.
Ignoring the now insistent burning between your legs, you swiftly make your way back to see how Dazai’s faring, aware he was unfortunate enough to be enfolded in the ‘fog’ you’ve now determined to be some form of aphrodisiac powder. Every whisper of clothing against your skin sends rapidly intensifying shudders across your skin, restrained pleasure rippling through every contraction of your muscles. Desperately attempting to ignore the igniting desire overtaking your mind, you stagger back to where you once were, scanning the area for the lanky frame of your field partner through hazy vision. Your gaze locates him hunched over, arms leaning above his head on a moss clad wall, entire body heaving in time with heavy breaths, lips parted and panting. Oh. Oh.
He seems to be even more affected than you are, though you can’t deny the fog crawling into your mind has your thoughts jumbled in a mix of desire and fragments of shattering control. Your own body is turning on you, legs struggling to hold up your weight, skin flushed a furious pink and breath leaving you in broken pieces. You take one slow fumbling step after the other, closing in on Dazai. You’re not sure what solution you have to solve this predicament and it’s not like you even have the capacity to think of anything other than the feeling of your panties clinging to your soaked folds and the shuddering of Osamu’s body barely a meter away from yours. You’ve never seen him so uncomposed, so…unravelled. In a matter of minutes an aphrodisiac has managed to force his appearance unruly, hair messier than usual, tussled and sticking to his forehead with perspiration, prominent bulge straining painfully against ivory trousers, eyes purposefully darting away from yours - lidded and clouded with molten desire.
Seeing your own condition paling in comparison to the utter state of his, you reach out a hesitant hand to faintly grasp his shoulder, touch normally scarcely tangible through the thick cloth of his trench coat now concentrated, sending the blood rushing to his already agonisingly hard cock. He doubles over further and moans at the contact, unabashedly loud as a full body tremor can be seen physically running down the long planes of his body.
“Hngh- f-fuck don’t do that…” He narrowly manages to mutter out and you can see his knuckles, just peeking out of his bandages, turning fiercely white with the force he’s exerting on the wall. Your hand lingers but without moving your fingers along his shoulder the pleasure derived from such simple contact is muted to a vibrating tingle beneath the skin. You’re not sure whether not to withdraw your touch, and your better judgement is becoming hastily clouded with the same desire reflected in the stance of the man before you. Hesitancy causes your hand to slip from his shoulder, though not before trailing down his back to do so. Another deep groan erupts from the back of his throat and you immediately realise your mistake.
“Oh- sorry I didn’t ev-” Your words are cut off as his head snaps in your direction, and the sight has your knees weaker still and slick gushing out of your pussy, unconsciously forcing your thighs together to gain some sort of friction to relieve the pressure that seems only to grow with each moment. Osamu’s eyes are wild, heavily lidded, hues of amber and chocolate brown swirling together in one pool of pure need, and in that moment you’re confident that his gaze could drown you, and you’d go along with it willingly. One more owlish blink of your eyes and his control snaps like a string pulled taught. He’s on you in speed you’ve never witnessed, lips crashing onto yours, all teeth and tongue, not a millimetre of space between you as he moves against you, devouring you.
There’s nothing innocent or gentle about the way his mouth moves against yours, greedy and consuming, like he’s trying to swallow you whole with each possessive tug of his teeth on your bottom lip. His tongue wastes no time, layering over yours with lustful intensity that has your head spinning, hands grasping and clutching onto any part of him you can get. His hips rut frantically against your own, cock pressing onto you with fervour that has pleasure sparking like fire up your spine and his alike. You moan and gasp, and he swallows the sounds in every ravenous stroke of his tongue between your parted lips.
In a second he has you pinned against the wall he rested on moments before, hands clutching your hips like a lifeline and lips moving to bite and suck a trail of scarlet marks and teeth indents down the slope of your neck, growling low against your skin every time you gasp and keen out at his ministrations. That buzzing in your veins has developed to full on pulsing, with each overwhelming canine sunk into your skin sending vibrations of pleasure running through your bloodstream like it’s second nature. His movements are frantic, bordering on animalistic in a way that says you’ll be wearing his marks for days. You don’t even realise your blouse has been torn open, lace clad tits out for Dazai to rain down another flurry of heated open mouthed kisses onto the skin. Deft fingers work swiftly to unbutton your trousers, slipping into your ruined panties to swipe through your drenched heat without hesitancy. “Hahh…s-so wet for me, dirty girl” His tongue barely leaves your skin to mumble the statement, returning immediately to claim any area of skin that doesn’t already bear evidence of him.
“S-samu!” The word leaves your lips between shattered moans, hips bucking desperately, chasing the friction like it’s the only thing keeping you alive, “Wait- someone could s- hahh see” His fingers seem to speed up at this, dragging back and forth through the gushing slick of your folds, though for someone so desperate he’s cruelly avoiding inserting one inside you and the tension coiling tight in your stomach intensifies every time he just traces your entrance before he’s skirting away again, leaving you to let out a frustrated whine. Your fingers have an iron grip on his shoulders, trench coat slipping off as you scramble to ground yourself in the face of such immense pleasure.
“Don’t care” his response comes muffled against your skin and yet another wave of pleasure courses through you as sharp teeth mark the hollow of your throat again and again, “let them have a show”. The next few seconds pass in an indistinguishable blur of hands and teeth and heat, Osamu’s fingers finally find where they’re supposed to go, one then two inserted into the impossibly tight confines of your walls with lewd sounds that echo off the surrounding walls, your hands fervently shove off his trench coat and then his shirt until he’s clad only in the bandages that find home around his upper torso, neck and arms. Your back arches like a bowstring, hips meeting his as you unconsciously roll them in tandem with every press of his fingers into that sweet spot hidden inside you. His teeth have finally let up on your bruised skin, only now for him to swallow every pitched whine that escapes your parted lips as his mouth returns, greedy, to layer over yours again and again until your head is spinning with the lack of oxygen.
You pull away, chest heaving with every inhale and he chases you, lips locking onto yours like the only air he needs is coming through you. You can feel the strain of his cock against you, and as he brings his thumb to your clit to flick and tease at the sensitive bud whilst his fingers scissor and prod your g-spot, you release one of his shoulders to palm his cock through his trousers. His head drops into the crook of your neck, groaning and almost whimpering at the feeling of your hand on him. He adds a third finger, stretching you out impossibly more, and combined with the fact every touch is like an inextinguishable flame of pleasure burning against your skin, you’re quick to fall off the edge, hips writhing and twitching beneath his touch as your walls clench and spasm, “O-oh fuck! Osamu!” His name falls like a mantra from your lips as your orgasm rolls through you like tidal waves.
“Y-yeah go on, make a mess on my fingers” His ministrations don’t slow, still plunging deep inside you and every coherent thought seems to desert your mind as he repeatedly hits that sweet spot over and over again. You don’t even realise your hand has stopped rubbing his cock until the bucking of his hips alerts you to the issue still present. In the haziness of your aftershocks you manage to fumble and undo the button, shoving his trousers and underwear down just enough to free his cock and it springs up to slap his abdomen. He’s big, in a way you didn’t even think about, long with prominent veins running up the underside until they reach his tip, red and swollen with pre leaking from his slit. You wrap a shaky hand around the base, fingers just unable to fit around it, and he groans low from the back of his throat with the contact.
Patience deserting him, his fingers are abruptly pulled from your heat, leaving you whining at the loss until his hand, soaked in your release, spreads your fluids on his cock, grasping your hand to guide it up and down his shaft. The irony of his cock fitting in his own hand isn’t lost on you but through your lust addled brain it’s a fleeting thought that goes as quickly as it comes. The aphrodisiac hasn’t calmed down at all, your stomach still coiling tight with sheer need, desire translated into a ravenous hunger for release that only Osamu can bring you. Hiking one thigh over his hip, you hook your arms behind his neck, grasping the short hairs at his nape before grinding your soaked folds along the length of him. His head tips back, and you take the exposed column of his throat as an invitation to trail heated kisses down it. You can feel him physically twitch at the feeling of your kiss bitten lips tracing his neck, and another bead of pre leaks down from his tip to mix with the already obscene amount of slick coating your pussy.
“O-ohh fuck.. Bella let me fuck you, have to- hah be inside you” His gaze meets yours, drowned in desire and want and you swear you see your reflection in his eyes, head half tilted back onto the wall, body heaving with lust and dizzy pleasure as your hips still grind slowly onto his length. He ruts into you, the head of his cock catching on your overtsimulated clit with every thrust against you, and the need to have him buried as deep as he can get is making you light headed. You nod as furiously as your brain will allow, but that’s all the signal Dazai needs to join himself to you in one agonising thrust. “Ohh fuck- you’re s-so fucking tight”, he hisses out as his cock practically splits you in half, and you wince, expecting pain that never comes. Instead, the pleasure vibrating under your skin reaches its peak, unravelling your mind until you can’t focus on anything other than the sensation of his heavy cock pounding into you with relentless force.
You attempt to raise your hips in time to meet his thrusts, but it proves difficult with the strength and pace he’s slamming into you with. “Shit- gonna fuckin ruin you-” It’s sloppy, in his haste to pursue release his rhythm is lost, fucking into you with hunger alight in his eyes, fueled by the lewd look on your face and the sensation of your fingers tugging at his hair like you’ll break apart without him, “till this pretty cunt remembers my shape”. Your head knocks back against the wall and your back jolts, scraping painfully against the concrete as his thrusts force your body backwards with the strength behind them. Your hands move down to his shoulder blades, scratching angry red lines into the pale skin. His hips drive into you with intense vigour, relishing in the tight clamp of your walls around his cock and the way you’re screaming his name over and over again.
You can see the peak of your desire swiftly approaching, clenching down on him as you chase the pleasure he’s giving you with desperacy. “Hngh- so c-close ‘Samu” He huffs out a broken laugh, interrupted by a moan as you squeeze hard, clit brushing against his abdomen as he draws you impossibly closer so not an inch of space remains between your bodies. Sweat beads and drips off his forehead onto your own, mixing with the perspiration soaking your own face. His pace never slows, hips continually meeting yours in a messy blend of your slick and sweat, colliding with lewd squelches that ring out into the empty space of the alleyway. “Go on, come for me- f-fuck you’re tight- come on this cock” He shifts deliberatley, assuring your clit grinds along his abs with every jolt of his hips. You’re so painfully tight around him, and your skin seems to tremor with pleasure with every contact it makes against his, so much so you can’t tell where his ends and yours begins. Wound in the unending spiral of desire, you’re swiftly pushed over the edge, stars bursting behind your eyes as you gush around his length, still pistoning into your sweet spot as Dazai chases his own release which follows almost immediately after yours. You feel his hips still for a split second, warmth blooming inside you as he spills deep inside, pressed flushed to the entrance of your cervix.
He takes you in, head tilted back and lips parted in a silent scream before your whole world shifts and suddenly your hips are being held up by surprisingly strong hands and your own are braced on the wall you’d been leaning on moments prior. You feel the filthy combination of your own sweat and a mixture of both yours and Osamu’s release trickling out of your abused pussy and down your thighs. His cock has barely left you before you feel the thick stretch of him pushing into you again, cock kissing the deepest spots inside you that he couldn’t reach before, “O-oh hahh.. Samu!” You keen out, pushing back onto him despite only having been filled up seconds before. You can already see your third orgasm of the night on the horizon, and yet you still chase it like it’s the oxygen you crave.
“N-not enough, need more, more” He’s not even directing his words at you now, just muttering into the skin of your back, finding another area that’s been unclaimed by his greedy mouth. His canines are sharp, sinking into your skin repeatedly as his hips collide with yours with renewed passion, aching to force another tidal wave of an orgasm out of your sensitive body. One hand releases its possessive grip on the fat of your hip, snaking around to draw tight circles on your swollen clit. Your legs shudder, struggling to keep you up, but Dazai’s other arm wraps tight around your stomach, holding you steadfast to him. It proves even more fruitful for him as he can feel the bulge of him in your stomach, unravelling him even faster as intended as the added stimulation tips him over the edge again, spilling another heavy load into you deeper still. The feeling of his hips stuttering and fingers still circling your bud causes another mind numbing orgasm to wash over you, gushing and spurting all over him, soaking the ivory of his trousers and his hand.
“Hngh- so- fuckk so fucking good for me” Yet again, you’re manhandled into another position, marked back now flush with the wall once more yet this time you’re completely suspended in the air, secure arms beneath your thighs as Osamu plunges his - still hard - cock into the consuming heat of your walls again, pounding and pounding into you like he’s trying to make you forget your name. “Shit baby- constricting me hah-”. His moans come in tandem with your own, raw and unfiltered against your skin, thoughts consumed by nothing other than getting you to squeeze on him like that again. He finds your sweet spot, abusing it until you can feel, what is this your fourth orgasm?, approaching you. This time it feels different, like the already present pressure in your stomach is about to unfurl in a tsunami of pleasure, and you realise far too late. “W-wait hah- Samu! I’m g-gonna p-” You’re cut off as liquid pressure comes shooting out of you, spraying his abdomen with your release as your body shudders with the aftershocks. His eyes widen for the first time since the aphrodisiac affected him, hips still pistoning into your gushing heat with inhuman speed but soon he’s following you again, and you’re surprised he’s not shooting blanks yet as another wave of heat floods your insides.
“Ohh shit- did you just fucking squirt on me? Fuck-” He doesn’t bother changing positions this time, just withdrawing his hips to start fucking back into you sloppily, skin meeting skin with a clap! Clap! Clap! “W-wait Osamu- m’still too sensit-” your voice morphs into another series of broken moans as you realise he won’t be stopping anytime soon. You’re relatively sure the drug has worn off by now, not that you could communicate that through the haze of lust obscuring both your vision and mind. This is going to be a long night.
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ᡣ𐭩 THREE TIMES DAZAI NEARLY BURNED YOUR KITCHEN DOWN + ONE TIME HE DIDN’T
FEATURING: dazai osamu
SUMMARY: dazai's attempts at doing something nice for you fail miserably every time—until finally, one day, things go right.
(wordcount: 4.7k, fem!reader, port mafia member!reader, mentions of dazai's depression, mori being an asshole, unedited.)
AUTHOR'S NOTES: GOOD EVENING FROM CARINA AND THE CRUISEZAIS!!! no picture update today because you guys get a FIC YAYYYYYYY (also because i can't get tumblr to load pictures), take comething more light hearted to soften the next blow of civzai hehehehe
accidentally sending a suggestive photo to your boyfriend (bsd) (pt.1) feat. atsushi nakajima, osamu dazai, ranpo edogawa, chuuya nakahara, ryunosuke akutagawa, edgar allan poe, michizo tachihara — more below the cut!
ᡣ𐭩 I BITE MY TONGUE, IT'S A BAD HABIT
FEATURING: dazai osamu
SUMMARY: dazai doesn't care about stupid holidays, but when he sees everyone but him being gifted chocolates from you, he starts to find himself severely bothered. it's the principle, he tells himself—nothing more, nothing less, just the principle.... right?
(wordcount: 6.9k; fem!reader, sfw, dazai is jealous and silly. unedited.)
AUTHOR'S NOTES: HAPPY LATE VALENTINE'S DAY, take pmreader and dazai being silly teens in love who refuse to tell each other how they feel in words. i had this posted on valentine's day but then turned into a big baby and deleted </3 i am still a big baby but i am a big baby who is going to leave the post up this time HAHAAH
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HEYYYY this is my first time requesting soooo im a liiiiiiittle nervousss (゚ω゚;)
but ummmmm could we get a oneshot or drabble (or whatever you feel works for you!!) 15 dazai x fem high schooler reader (his age) where he sneaks in through the window to meet with her at night, since her parents are super duper strict? and reader has kind of a princess-y vibr to her (wears flowy nightgowns to bed, graceful and dainty and all that jazz)
its totes okay if you ignore this bc ur too stressed!!! i get it 100%, dw. pls take care of urself!! (ㅅ´ ˘ `)
— ★ 15!DAZAI'S FIRST REACTION SEEING YOU IN A NIGHYGOWN
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cw ᢉ𐭩. domestic fluff / high school! au / flustered! dazai / teasy! reader / sneaking into your room / high school! sweethearts / reader wears nightgowns to sleep
lylas notes ꒰ঌ ໒꒱. i don't like how i wrote this, but i hope you enjoy 💔
"daddy's little princess," is what your father would call you. you've always been the nice, sweet girl who loves anything one of a kind and flowy. dazai would always compliment your outfits at school, giving you a kiss on the cheek while doing so. you always have something new to fluster him with, outfits or not — he's always a blushy mess around you when you want him to be. and unfortunately for him, tonight was that night. but it wasnt on purpose.
you're doing your usual nighttime routine — just having finished dinner and last minute homework just twenty minutes ago, your sitting at your vanity combing your hair and messaging her skin with vanilla cream lotion. it was just a regular routine of yours you've gotten into the habit of doing — humming to yourself you put away your comb and finish roaming lotion over your arms you suddenly hear a small thud at your window.