#ahn jiwon

⚠️: Mentions of sex & suggestive

A/N: I reread BJ Alex and I was like, “What if Dazai was DG and reader was Jiwon?” Except reader talks about Dazai during her streams (ofc she doesn’t say Dazai’s name) the more she talks about Dazai in her streams the more Dazai pieces the puzzle together. This was written during August and I’m still kind of afraid to post it..

INSPO: Mingwa’s BJ Alex

LINKS: Masterlist , pt.2

The blinds were closed, the lights were dim, the room was set, and the night was young—the perfect time and atmosphere to stream. You put on your mask and wore a black lace lingerie, you then started your stream with a confident smile dancing on your lips. “Good evening darlings~” you spoke seductively as you held your face gently.

Your views started to skyrocket, people were clicking on your stream the moment it started and it just so happens that your coworker—Dazai Osamu was one of the thousands of people who always waited for you to go live.

10:00 Friday nights, Dazai was always there. Your most loyal supporter who hid his identity behind his online moniker—IU, the last letters in ‘Dazai Osamu’ he once saw you on a targeted ad in one of his informants’ laptop. For days he couldn’t get the mental image of you out of his head. After a while he gave into his urges and searched you up, he couldn’t stop watching you ever since.

Not only was Dazai almost always first to all your streams, he was your highest donator. “Always a pleasure to have you in my streams IU darling~” you greeted as he entered your stream.

xxxxxxx “Unfair!! I want to be ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ greeted by her too!!”

xxxx “Greet me too mommy”

xxx donated 635 $$ for u ;))))

Dazai loved how special his online persona became to his favorite cam girl. He did find it delightfully strange that sometimes the stories on the streams would line up with the interactions he’s had in real life, except, it was from the other person’s perspective—specifically who you were behind the camera.

By day you were a young, smart, and talented, seemingly a perfect and witty detective. During Friday nights you were a cute and tainted cam girl. Thousands of people watched you live and joined you in sensual and erotic play all while you kept your reputation as a detective.

“Ah~ I spoke to the prettiest boy today!” You spoke, gushing about your interaction with Dazai.

xxxxxx “Is this the same ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ guy you always talk about?”

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎xxx “The infamous cam ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ girl’s crush!!”

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎xxxxxx “Pick me instead ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ mommy :(“

Dazai, like your other viewers often wondered about the boy you spoke about. He often felt jealous but also found comfort in his delusions, thinking about the fact that your stories would line up with his days. He would melt in his self-absorbed thoughts as he touched himself, imagining that it was you.

He couldn’t deny the striking resemblance his favorite cam girl had to his adorable coworker. Often times he would think that the both of you were the same person, he wasn’t wrong but he’d just shake the those thoughts away, knowing that he shouldn’t think about ‘detective you’ in such an impure light. He didn’t know if he wanted the ‘detective you’ or the ‘cam girl you’ still unaware that his adorable coworker and his favorite cam girl were the same person.

“I want to him to fuck me so bad..” you whined.

xxxxxx “I’ll fuck you better.”

xxxxx donated 975 $$ u’re‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ so pretty baby

iu donated 1000 $$ how ab ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ me :( ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

Your followers loved your every move. They loved watching you, they loved hearing your voice and your sweet moans. Your streams were always on top of the charts, beating every other streamer on the site.

After the stream Dazai stayed up late, he devised a plan to confirm his thoughts about your identity. Even if he was wrong at least he’d score some time with his cute coworker so all in all he had nothing to lose.

Over the weekend he thought of how he should execute his plan. He was going to bring you to a bar on Friday, making sure you weren’t home by 10PM. If there was a stream then it meant that he was wrong but if there wasn’t then maybe he could get a private stream—maybe one he could feel.

He also made sure to be extra flirty with you throughout the week, holding your hand while you walk, hugging you when you arrive, and whispering dirty things in your ear. “Darling.. you and I should really spend some time under the sheets, yeah? You don’t even have to work, you could just be my pillow princess~” he whispered in your ear, “When and where, Osamu-kun?” You replied with a confident smile written on your face.

He smirked with pride as he held your chin with his fingers and lifted it up, giving him access to your neck which he softly kissed before slowly pulling away. He gently removed his grip from your chin and smiled as he walked away, leaving you dumbfounded and undoubtedly aroused.

Dazai even asked Kunikida if he could bail on their cases so that he could work with you instead. Dazai happily volunteered Atsushi to work with Kunikida instead. Kunikida agreed in the end, not wanting to be subjected to Dazai’s constant whines.

When Friday came, you and Dazai were assigned to a small task, the only catch was it was a bit far away, an hour from the main district of Yokohama. You both took a train to the location, you just needed to help their local force to find a certain burglar who was believed to have an ability. It was said that the burglar could become invisible, which Dazai was handy for. You were there to make sure that everything would go as planned.

Once you got to the police station, you both immediately spoke to the local force. Dazai asked for details and any possible patterns. The local force handed you a file and the both of you studied it carefully for a few minutes. Dazai immediately found a pattern. It often astonished you how smart he was. He would constantly find patterns, solve puzzles, and uncover hidden messages. He was a true detective through and through.

You devised a plan with the local force and it sprung into action; with Dazai finding out the next target location there was nothing the burglar could do to prevent himself from getting caught. The police force carried their job professionally and blocked all the exits, they dressed up as casual bouncers to pose less of a threat. While you were behind the security system and Dazai was walking around the building.

To your surprise there were little detours and Dazai listened to your requests. Although he was still flirty and touchy, he did get the job done quickly. The burglar was arrested and you and Dazai started walking towards the train station after the local force thanked the both of you, “That was surprisingly quick,” you muttered in surprise, “I bet I can make you c—” before Dazai could finish his sentence you stopped him, “Shush,” you put your finger over his lips and gave him a small kiss on the cheek, “Just because you were such a good boy today.”

Dazai smiled happily. He felt like he was blessed by the heavens, “Oh darling! You certainly do know how to make a man like me happy~” he cooed. You chuckled at his overly dramatic response and started walking towards the station, not wanting to miss the train.

Dazai immediately walked beside you and held your hand intimately. “You’re like a puppy, always following me around.” You teased, to which Dazai chuckled to in response. The both of you reached the station after a few minutes of walking and to your dismay there were copious amounts of people on the bullet train.

There were no more seats available and no more straps to hang onto. Dazai held onto the bar near the door of the train, “Come darling,” without another word he grabbed you by your waist and pulled you onto his body securely, “You’re much safer with me.”

Dazai would be a fool to miss such an opportunity to have you so close to him. “Your ti-” you cut him off again, “Shut up,” you said with an annoyed tone. Dazai loved your reactions he wanted more reactions from you, specifically something a bit more lewd.

During the train ride Dazai couldn’t stop thinking about touching your body but he had to be patient. Once you got off the train he still made sure to have an arm wrapped around your waist, which you didn’t really mind. “Darling, do you have plans tonight?” He spoke, he was about to ask you to go to the bar with him to put his plan into full action, “Yes, why?” You answered. “I was wondering if you wanted to go to a bar with me tonight, since you did say I was such a good boy today.”

Everything was going just as Dazai had planned. He was on his way to victory, he could practically taste your lips on his.