#chuya x reader

Why does he keep getting partnered up with people he absolutely can’t stand. Has he done something to offend god? If not, he might start doing that if this keeps happening.

First it was some brunette asshole that kept messing with him, and now it’s another bastard who keeps teasing him. The worst part of it all? Somehow, he ended up in a relationship with you, that second jerk whom he hates to love; currently at the centre of attention, standing amidst a group of chatty folks, sipping wine carelessly. Many, many gathered around you, snickering and drinking away. He didn’t like these pretentious people neither, if it were up to him, he might have already caused a scene.

You entertained them and made small talk, gathering the latest gossip, fetching for information to piece together. That’s right, the two of you were on a mission, and this time it had something to do with infiltrating a high-class party, the gathering of the elites. A nasty and annoying task, something he thoroughly detested. At least the wine they offered was good.

In any case chuuya was standing at some distance, mingling with a different group of people. Splitting up was the most effective method, staying together would have been safer, but this will have to do. Even in the worst case scenario, where you two has to fled, he’d know where to find you. Most likely due to the fact that his eyes couldn’t seem to linger on anything but you, for they kept wandering back to your smiling face, trailing the outlines of your fancy outfit hugging your frame. You dressed accordingly to the occasion, not knowing it obstructed your partner’s concentration.

No matter what he did, he simply couldn’t bring himself to focus on the words of the men standing opposite of him. The stuff they talked about was tedious, beyond boring, and he didn’t like the way he was forced to be polite. In contrary he found himself much more engrossed with you, at how you carried yourself, handling the pesky people flooding you. How did you do it so effortlessly?

Nevertheless, what bothered him the most was not the many guests engaged in conversations, nor you being way more fitting for this job than he was. It was your indifference towards him.

Even if the two of you entered with the disguise of being complete strangers, the way your acting was so on point bothered him. Disregarding him without a second thought, it somehow left a bad taste in his throat. The fact that he was the only one down bad was a hard pill to swallow. This was no time to be picky though, so chuuya tried to concentrate on the business in front of him.

The faster you two got this job wrapped, the earlier he could leave. Easier said than done, since both of you have been here for almost an hour already and still haven’t made any real progress. Because the person of honour, that jackass— was no where to be found. And of course your target had to be the one running late. Weirdly enough, everyone’s lips were water tight the moment he tried to shift the convo into the direction he wanted. Have they noticed something…? No, that can’t be, their attitude would have been different.

This was stupid, he didn’t normally have to do things in such an underhanded way. If he learned anything from this, it shows that his talent lies elsewhere. A fed up grunt of frustration left the male, and he reached for another glass of beverage to calm his nerves. He really didn’t enjoy this kind of performance, feeling tired from dealing with inconsiderate, two faced fuckers. Out of habit by this point, he glanced over to you, and his frown softened by a huge fraction.

As expected, you were doing great, a sense of pride puffed in his chest. If it was you, you probably found something related to the case already. So come meet him already, exchange the information uncovered, and leave as soon as possible. He wanted to go back, or at the very least away from here, anywhere more quiet would be fine with him. Yet no matter how often he glanced at you, tried to communicate by staring really hard and insistently, you didn’t react— no, you didn’t even look his way.

Were you just dense or was this another one of your games? If it’s the latter, which is most likely the case, he knew he will end up frustrated with you. But fine, if you are deliberately ignoring him, being so obedient and sticking to the plan, he won’t pay you any mind neither. Definitely, he won’t even talk to you. Doing nothing but nibbling on the alcohol held in his hand. Totally.

That was what he planned to do, at least, since it didn’t work at all. He simply couldn’t bring himself to tear his gaze off you. At this point everyone in the room was aware he wanted something from you, and collectively agreed he fell in love, hard. Only the poor lad himself didn’t notice the spreading rumours, resulting in him being completely caught off guard when one of the younger men teased him, “you keep staring like some creep, why don’t you just go and talk to them?”

“Haaah..? I mean- could you repeat that?” Staying polite was so exhausting, really. “Heavens, you thought we wouldn’t notice? You keep eying that person up and down, if you are interested then initiate a conversation and don’t just ogle, haha~” the group snickered among themselves, and chuuya still didn’t get it, until his eyes turned to glance in the direction they were all pointing at— at where you were standing.

That guy only meant well, trying to boost his confidence and playing wingman, but the executive wasn’t haven’t half as much fun as the boys next to him. He got fed up and stomped towards you all frustrated. This was your doing! Because you kept ignoring him like that, these people now think he’s some love-sick dog, like a high-schooler with a crush. As he walked, he heard someone yell ‘go for it!’ in the background, looks like everyone misunderstood again.

He wasn’t going to ask you for a dance or anything, he was going to show everyone you two were already a thing, so stop acting like he was doing something all corny like confessing…! A faint blush crept up his cheeks at the humiliating thought, and he noticed another one commenting, ‘oh my, he’s getting shy.’ Their ability to read the mood was down right horrible. Why were they so focused on his business anyway, didn’t they have anything better to do? What he forgot was that rich people loved drama.

Chuuya grabbed the edge of his hat and tilted it down, hiding a fraction of his face with the shadow. Once he finally reached his designation, closing the distance between the two of you, he glared at you with sharp eyes. “Y/n,, you-” Before he got to voice his complains, you interrupted him by saying, “huuuh~? You know my name?” You raised your voice intentionally, so that the nearby, watching crowd could listen in as well. “…what?” The boy groaned, clenching his teeth together.

“Is something the matter?” You acted oblivious, one hand kept behind your back. That gesture gave him suspicious vibes, and he tried to look behind you. For the onlookers, it appeared as if he was too embarrassed to look you in the eyes. He didn’t manage to sneak a peek, though it became irrelevant anyway. In the end, it wasn’t necessary for him to see what was going on behind your back, because you showed him in the most shameful way possible. You switched the vibrator on; lowest level.

Chuuya immediately curled together and tensed up, face flushed into a deep red colour as he shook ever so slightly, ragged pants leaving his parted mouth, “ha-haaah.. haa..!” A few seconds passed in silence, before his pupils pierced daggers into yours, and his hat fell from his head. Such a murderous gaze, should you be scared? You bend down gracefully and picked it up, settling the object on his head again. “Here you go, mister~” at this point you couldn’t help but giggle lighthearted, smirking at the predicament he was in.

How did he forget? The fact that you convinced him to keep a bullet vib inside him during the mission, saying you’ll reward him after. It was just so small, he got used to it after a while. He didn’t think anything of it, neither did he predict you’d use it in public, and why were you still acting like you didn’t know him…? “Y-y/n.. turn this off…!!” He growled through gritted teeth, voice small yet insistent, one hand fisting the clothes layered over his pounding heart. These clothes began to feel stifling, he was having difficulties breathing.

You didn’t answer and just glanced at him for a bit, then grinned innocently, “you want to talk somewhere more private? Fine by me~” Afterward you and chuuya walked out onto the terrace, the male wobbled a little in his steps. Some people began cheering, shouting, ‘good luck’ or other things along those lines. They all didn’t know someone was getting wrecked right under their nose. How fun this was, you thought to yourself, before you got pinned to the railing by him.

“Oh? Someone’s assertive today.” You teased, and leaned back onto your elbows. “Got something to say, pretty boy?” At this point sweat was glistening down his skin, and he looked quite furious as he snarled, “You- you heard me. Turn that fucking toy off, now..!” Despite him trying to look as angry as possible, you could see there was something else hidden behind his facade, something lewder, almost akin to excitement.

“I can’t do that.” Your tone was one full of regret as you acted all hurt and distressed, almost regretful even, in return he stared at you in disbelief, “what?! What do you mean by that?” Seeing him get all worked up like this was simply too amusing, you couldn’t bear to pass up on this opportunity. For that reason, you flipped your positions, grabbing his wrists and caging him to the railing instead. He held his breath in surprise, irises widening slightly. The low hum of the toy was so quiet, no one would be able to hear, but to chuuya? It felt like the loud beats of drums.

“Y/n- you..! Fucking pervert…!!” He snapped, the blush covering his face seeped down his neck and to his ears. “I can’t do it, because you’ll get all sulky if I do that~” you chuckled, one hand holding him by his waist. “Haaah?? What are you talking about you fucking Bonobo!” The mafiosi screamed, loud enough to attract unwanted attention if it weren’t for you pressing your palm over his mouth at the last second. As response to his thrashing and defiant behaviour, you turned the vibrator up a stage, and smirked satisfied at his reaction.

“Because if you truly didn’t want this, you would have just took it out and gave me a beating~ haha.” It was a little dramatised, but you knew he wouldn’t sit idly by like he was doing right now. As your words were a revelation he didn’t think of, chuuya looked a little stunned while he thought about it. Was that true? Well, he could just crush that stupid vibrator right now if he wanted to, so, why wasn’t he doing it?

Suddenly, he went silent, thinking about it for a bit before pressing his lips into a thin line. He yanked free and pushed you away, crossing his arms in front of his chest defensively before whispering all meek, “…just don’t take it too far.” Would you look at that, it’s going as you planned. You can read him like an open book. “But,” the boy began, head held high and self assured again, “why did you act like it was our first time meeting?” Despite his attempts to play it off nonchalantly, acting as if he wasn’t affected or hurt at all, you knew what was going on already. It was just so easy to guess his thoughts.

Honestly? Just look at his stance, hugging himself with his arms, pointy shoes tapping the ground impatiently, he totally gave off the vibes of some soggy cat. You had to put in quite a bit of an effort to not laugh in his face and tease him further, it was about time to get back to the party after all. “That’s in case you fuck up your disguise, then I can still continue investigating, without being discovered due to our connection. Why do you think we entered as strangers?” That reason… actually made sense, and it somehow made him even more mad.

“Tsk, fine, but now thanks to you they all think i’m some pathetic idiot fawning over you.” He pouted a little, furrowing his brows. “Isn’t it your fault for staring?” You responded, tilting your head innocently, and you swear he was going to boil over at any moment. To stop that from happening, you simply reminded him, “we should head back now, or they might start getting imaginative~” An almost sadistic smirk was plastered on your face, you were definitely up to no good. Is it too late to back out now…?

Due to you rushing him, he reluctantly went back into the luxuriously decorated hall, sighing all annoyed. Spending time with you, alone, was way better than entertaining the guests of the party— even if you were infuriating him — not that he’d ever tell you. Once inside, he was immediately approached by the men who were hanging around him earlier already, while you slipped off to some other social group. And just as he expected, he had to deal with stupid questions like, ‘how did it go’, or ‘what did you two talk about’.

“You two were out pretty long, did you manage to hit it off?” one of the guys teased, and chuuya was about to say something sarcastic until he noticed the vibrations got stronger, again. This time not by one level though, it got significantly stronger, you definitely skipped some settings..! As his first instinct, he instantly slapped his hand over his mouth, biting down on his lips as he choked his moans down his throat. The other hand wrapped around his waist, holding his stomach as the sensation echoed all the way to his abdomen.

“Damn it…” he squeezed out some curses, feeling his head getting fuzzy as his body heated up. His insides were starting to become mushy as well, tingling all over. Then, subconsciously, he searched for you in despair. Once his eyes found you, he stared insistently, enough to send a shiver down your spine. You knew exactly who was gawking at you so fiercely, and turned into the ginger’s direction, holding four fingers up with your hand while flashing a wide smirk.

Was that supposed to symbolise the setting he was currently on? That means- you did skip one…! No wonder he was having such a hard time adjusting, you are such a leech..! Why was he even going out with someone like you?! Sweat began beading on his forehead, making his skin glisten in the light of the chandelier. Out of nowhere, the intensity increased again, and chuuya ended up doubling over from the pleasure, biting down on his palm.

The bystanders watched with curious glances before patting his shoulder, “don’t look so down just because it didn’t work, don’t tell me you are crying!” With a rough flinch, he shook the emphatic touches of his peers off and frowned at them, “I’m not crying you d—” He had to stop himself from finishing the insult, because of the mission and because the toy was moving deeper inside him. Why,,, why…?! Did it have a mind of its own or why was it so dead set on crushing his dignity…!

While chuuya took a moment to gather himself, wanting to leave the busy gathering, the other men had a different idea. They decided to ‘help’ him and took him along as they mingled with your little group, not knowing their help was having the opposite effect. “You guys- let go of me…!” The executive protested, though they took it as him being shy again and pushed forward with their plan. In the end, he had no choice but to confront you again, feeling ashamed that you will now see his embarrassing reactions up close.

“Ohh~ it’s you again.” You smiled gently, and held your hand out as a nice gesture. “Y-yea…” He panted, averting his gaze, yet forced to shake your hand at the pressure of the public. To his shock, you rubbed the bite mark embedded into his flesh with your thumb, pressing down onto the wound caused by he himself, and he shuddered as the pain radiated through his body, toes curling in his shoes. The tips of your digits got soaked in the blood, and you brought it to your lips before licking it off secretly. Only the ginger standing in close proximity to you saw it.

“No need to be so nervous~ just relax and enjoy, I don’t bite.” You acted all cheerful with him, words laced with hidden meanings, and he knew exactly what game you were forcing him to play. He rubbed his palm a few times, all bashful as he clutched his own wrist. “I-I’m not ner- hnngh..” a small whimper escaped him, and he clamped his mouth shut once more. “N-not nervous…” he finished his sentence, words coming out muffled and small, every other person who heard would have thought he was trying— and failing miserably —at hiding his feelings. Well, he was stuttering after all.

“Is that so… that’s good, no need to overwork yourself, no?” That’s what you said, yet why did the stupid bullet toy just get stronger again…!? It was going so fast, assaulting his soft walls as it caused his knees to buckle. He stumbled forwards, falling right into your arms. You caught him and cooed seemingly worried, “oh dear, you alright there?” Oh how mean you were, pretending you weren’t the root of this problem, the damn fucking source of his suffering. “I’m totally fine, thanks.” The male spat all ironically, pushing off you and dusting off his clothes.

Seriously, if he wasn’t this responsive and reactive, maybe you’d mess with him less, so it’s actually totally on him. Getting to see his worked up face was just too blissful to give up~ “Good, I just saw, they have this reaaaally expensive wine here.” You brought up a sudden topic change, and chuuya was a bit taken aback. While he was interested in wine and the finer things, he didn’t know you did as well. “I think they opened six bottles up until now. It’s super delicious. Maybe there will be a seventh one?”

Yea no, you were just fucking with him again, causing him to bawl his hands into fists as he sneered, “why don’t you just drink until you die, you bastard?!” Would you look at that cheeky tongue, if anyone heard this they’d assume he was a tsundere who can’t convey his feelings, and they’d be absolutely correct. “What a bold suggestion, how about we do exactly that~?” With that being said, you turned the volume all the way up to ten, the maximum, and observed with a preying gaze as the boy almost crumbled right there right now. Tripping over again, face beet crimson at this point.

He let out a silent scream which was stuck in his throat, he simply refused to make such a sound in front of an audience. On the other hand, a series of painful sounding whines and groans replaced the lewd noises he would have let out otherwise, reaching everyone’s ears as he slumped onto his knees. “GgrAahh…! MfFghh, hnnGGh~ ♡♥︎!” There was no helping it! It moved so deep inside, it was vibrating right against his prostate, just how unlucky could he be?

Tears prickled in the corners of his eyes as he clung to any shred of pride and restraint he had left, fighting hard to not get exposed as a dirty pervert. His entire body was shaking in pleasure, the feeling of everyone watching as he got ravished was strangely exciting, tempting him to simply give out and let you make a mess out of him. Luckily, or sadly (?) the sane part of him refused to give up, and he looked at you, pleading you with no words, hoping you’ll be merciful and help him, even if you were the reason he’s like this.

Please react quickly, he was trembling so much~ and he’s rock hard now as well, the precum was even seeping through his pants. If this goes on any longer, he’ll cum in his underwear and really make a mess, then they will all know what a freak he was. Just the naughty thought of being exposed resulted in a brighter blush tainting his face. His nerves were on fire, legs going weak as he tried to still his hips and not start squirming in delight.

Since you felt generous today, you decided to help him, also because you didn’t want to take this too far, to the point of beyond saving. “Heavens~ you don’t look so good.” You pretended to be worried and got closer to him, grabbing his arms and yanking him up. “Your face is burning up! Are you drunk? Do you want to go somewhere you can rest?” If he wasn’t in such a vulnerable position right now, he might have actually thrown hands. Though considering the circumstances, he had no choice but to accept your offer and nod weakly.

“I’ll take him to one of the resting rooms, everyone have fun.” You smiled brightly, before helping him drag his body away from any watching eyes. He was staggering the entire time, one arm thrown over your shoulder and the other clutching his belly. How was it possible that the sensation was being carried all the way up there, stimulating the surrounding nerve clusters. His sight was starting to blacken, brain malfunctioning while he felt everything collecting in his core and threatening to explode.

All this teasing has gotten him so close to the edge already, he was leaking so much. The dark spot on his trousers was barely ignorable, he might even defile the polished marble floors if this continues! You opened one of the private rooms, and pushed him inside, locking the door behind you as chuuya sat on the ground fumbling with his belt. Finally he could get rid of those restrictive, suffocating clothes, hindering his lungs to function optimally. “F-fuck fuck fuuuck…! I-I told you not to over do it, ahh~ d-damn bonobo!”

His hair was disheveled, clothes almost ripped off his frame as saliva drooled out of his lips. He was burning up from the inside, clenching and fluttering around the intrusion. It wasn’t enough. Too small, not rough enough, it just didn’t hit the right spots.

After he stripped down and freed his erection, unbuttoning his vest and shirt, he groaned at you, “now fix this, it’s your mess..” he bit the inside of his cheek, avoiding your gaze, not wanting to feel even smaller than he already did. His hand wrapped around his arousal, still leaking so much his palm was immediately covered in precum. The small, pink coloured toy buzzed away in him, nestled all snuggly against his sweet spot. “HnnnGH..! Ah fuuuuck, t-that thing..! Turn it off, it’s nGgghHh~ ♡♥︎♡”

Since that’s what he asked you to do, you didn’t want to be an inconsiderate partner and force him, did you? Which is why you turned it off just as he wanted, smiling all joyful, “there there~ I did what you wanted, happy now~?” The sudden loss of stimulation right before he reached his climax was painful, he could feel his high subduing, retreating as he yearned for it desperately, “n-no, no! D-don’t stop, I-i didn’t mean that… mhmm- you know I didn’t..!”

The poor thing gawked at you with wide, wet eyes, as if you betrayed him. These hot tears collecting in his bottom lid were threatening to spill, he was trembling so much while holding his dick all pitifully, as if he didn’t know how to get off without you. “Chuuya, we are on a mission! We don’t have time for this, what if that guy appears while we are fooling around in this room?” You taunted, reminding him of your responsibilities, yet in all honesty he couldn’t care less about the task right now. His brain was occupied with thoughts of you and wanting to cum ♥︎

To stress your point further, and put more pressure on him, you began walking towards the door in an act of defiance. And the way he tensed up, looking like some abandoned, neglected puppy only fuelled your desire to ruin and break him. As for the sobbing ruin kneeling there, he only now processed the information you gave him, recalling how both of you were still duty bond. But the feeling was too empty to ignore, to have the vib still pressing against that squishy place but not moving and giving him the ecstasy he wanted.

He was wriggling his hips all shamelessly already, trying to gain any kind of stimulation out of it as the first batch of tears spilled down his cherry red cheeks, “n-no.. c-can’t wait, nghh.. I want it n-now..!” He cried out so adorably, lunging forward to stop you in your tracks. Arms wrapped around your ankle, knees drawn up to his chest while he hid his face between his knees, “don’t g-go, don’t hiccc~ leave me like this..! I-I want to c-cum…”

Yes, this was exactly what you were waiting for. For your sweet chuuya to start begging you in despair, how you adored his voice when he pleaded you so earnestly. “What~? I’m not sure I understand.” You joked, not even turning around to gaze down at him yet, hand still wrapped around the doorknob even though all your senses were locked onto the male. “Y-you… damn tease…” He cursed, his grip tightening enough for the veins on the back of his palm to become visible, “p-please… I want to c-cum ♥︎♡”

His precum got stuck to you, and he began rubbing his face into your leg, acting real adorable now. “And what does that have to do with me~?” You were still playing, it’s it about time for you to be satisfied you sadist?! Can’t you see he’s at his limit? Why were you so cruel to him? He bit back all his anger since his lust and craving overrode it by miles, and mumbled in such a miserable tone, “t-turn that… thing on. HNngh- n-no,.. F-fuck me, break me, j-just don’t stop, please ♥︎♡♥︎~”

Finally you were content with his lovely begs, now that he has become a mewling, withering wreck for you. Were you happy? What a silly question, of course you were. You were grinning from ear to ear as you glanced over your shoulder, turning the sex toy back on as you murmured, “if that’s the case, don’t say it’s ‘too much’ later on ♡”

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Nini!rant 2.0:

Why is bonobo the nickname chuuya gave us? I got inspired by the fact chuuya calls dazai a mackerel cuz his dead eyes resemble those of a dead mackerel, which is why I just looked up the horniest animal over Google. And it said bonobo’s are one of them. I mean I could have used dolphin, but dolphin doesn’t sound like a cute nickname, and dolphins are scary.

Anyway, random stupid facts: bonobo’s have many uses for sex, apparently. For reproduction, for pleasure, for social interaction, for peace, for conflict resolution and for making decisions. These creatures are also super open-minded :D like they don’t care what gender, as long as it feels good haha. They also have varieties (e.g oral) and don’t just do penetrative sex

The thought is kinda funny, imagine them fighting over food and then using sex to sort it out lol. Or after having a dispute, what to do? Time for make up sex! And sometimes if two are doing it, others will just join cuz why not. 75% of the sex bonobo’s have are not for reproduction haha. Also their society is female oriented, and it’s mostly the females that initiate sexual encounters.

‧₊˚. DAZAI OSAMU :: missionary, prone bone, overstimulation, cervix fucking, no protection, he's kinda mean here, creampie, slight somnophilia -> fucks you slowly while your passed out before you come back in, pet names 'bella' 'belladonna' + more? (WC :: 900+ )

Your body shuddered under him, causing your grip on his hands to weaken. Your hips were secured, and then his power hoisted you onto your knees as a bicep encircled your neck, lifting your head.

Your head was lifted from the futon with as you weakly propped yourself up on your elbows, the grip was not firm.

You arched your back heavily, able at last to sink further into his embrace. Dazai leaned over, drawing you near to him and initiating a messy, moist kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth, letting out grunts as he absorbed your sounds of pleasure. Dazai moaned in satisfaction, praising you for taking him so deeply as he intensified the pressure on your back. He observed as your ass pressed against his lower stomach, gazing at your cunt with dark irises.

Watching as your strides pulled him in, creating a luscious white halo of desire around his .

"I'm bringing you immense pleasure, am I not?" Dazai moaned, his head tilting down, sweat forming on his forehead as he witnessed you unraveling and shaking from his cock, soft moans escaping your full lips.

Dazai moans, "I'm going to satisfy you completely."

"Please, I want to come," you plead, craving the release, your desperation evident as tears flow down your flushed face.

Your body tightens around him as he quickens his movements, effortlessly adjusting to the rhythm while your cries of pleasure grow louder.

"Oh, bella, bella, bella," he chants in your ear, followed by a deep groan that caused your insides to tighten around his.

You are unable to grasp any thoughts that flooded your mind.

"Come on, bella," he muttered and you convulsed around him as your climax engulfed you, your legs trembling under his increased pressure.

His didn't decrease, making you whimper from being overstimulated, but Dazai aided in it, his movements of the hips still pushing against mine, assisting me in enduring my climax as he pursued his own. Letting out a moan, he pressed his lips to yours once more while thrusting his hips forcefully against you, releasing his seed inside you which made you gasp into our kiss.

And as you sensed more of his cum filling your fertile womb, coating your inner walls in white, you could almost imagine your belly swelling from the sheer amount of his cum inside you already inside you.

"Osamu!" you gasp when he wasn't stopping, lifting your body, manhandling you to your back.

Dazai groans, "Quiet, bella."

Your hands were now pinned above your head with one of his hands, all you could do was tighten your legs around his waist and arch your back further into his advances. Although, you weren't quite sure how much you could hold out now. Your body is aching so badly, and you could feel a haze floating around your body as you become weaker.

Whimpers left your throat, your clit throbbing with a painful need for more as his pelvis made contact with your bud with every thrust. Your head was lolled back, at the pleasure coursing through you, his thrusts got rougher, so rough your breasts bounced with every hit.

Your walls continued to squeeze him tightly, your whimpers filling his ear and you indulged in the way he let out breathy groans into your neck. A gasp leaves your mouth and so did Dazai as you both came again, thrusting his cum deeper inside your walls.

"See, Belladonna," Dazai teases. "Doing so good."

Fingers digging into your waist tighter, his cock twitching restlessly inside your gummy walls. He keeps thrusting into you without stopping. You could feel the cum slipping from your pussy, and your whimpers grew louder, walls clenching around his length.

"Wait," you moan out, beginning to see white dots and black in your vision. "'Samu, wait, slow… sl-"

You clamped down onto his dick, squeezing him down tightly as you came again before you fell limp underneath him, he didn't seem to notice at that point. His head thrown back, thrusting into your cunt. Dazai's fringe was stuck to his forehead as he breathed heavily. A frown comes onto Dazai's face when he realises something, your squirming has stopped your your legs have fallen limp to the futon.

Looking down, a smirk comes onto his face, his thrusts becoming slower, but not ever leaving your cunt, watching your breath hitch with every thrust. “Oh?” he says softly, his voice curious, "My girls passed out on me."

“Now, now, belladonna,” he murmurs, his tone playfull, kissing your neck, leaving red hickies all over your collarbone. “This isn’t exactly the time to take a nap, is it?”

He taps your cheek lightly, his cock still thrusting in and out of your cum filled pussy. “Come on, wake up. You can’t leave me alone now, bella."

As you start to stir, your eyes slowly opening, Dazai’s smile brightens again. “Ah, there she is,” he says softly, leaning closer as his fingers gently brush your hair back from your face. “You know, belladonna, passing out during sex? Tsk, tsk, how dramatic.”

Your head feels heavy, and you blink up at him, disoriented. “Osamu…?”

"Shhh, bella," he coos. "'was taking good care of you while you fell asleep on me."

His thrusts speed up and you cumso hard, it feels like every system is shutting down. "'Samu!"

It’s as if that orgasm took his edge off because he takes his time now, dragging his mouth over your stomach, kissing the curves of your breasts. It wasn't too long before his own cum spills inside your pussy, a white ring forming around the base of his cock, his and your own cum mixed in.

"I think I should make you pass out more," Dazai smirks down at you.

‧₊˚.NAKAHARA CHUUYA :: mating press, somnophilia, overstimulation, passing out during sex, use of safe work (red), breeding, no protection, cumming multiple times -> not managing to say it before passing out, praise, degrading? + more? (WC :: 1.2k+ )

Your body folded into a tight mating press under Chuuya's body. And, god, you were sobbing, fat tears falling from your eyes from the pleasure and stimulation. Chuuya's cock was nuzzled perfectly up against your cervix, resting there and he kept all his cum up in your silky walls.

"Chuu," you mewl out through sobs. "It's too much."

It's been three rounds already, in the same position, and your poor body getting folded into that position. Your back and knees were beginning to ache, but you loved how his dick trusted so perfectly up into your cunt, you see stars every time you gush around his cock.

Chuuya lowers down to your trembling body, tingles were getting sent all throughout your body from the kiss, he was being so rough yet deep. The breath was stolen from your lungs every time he moaned into your moan, and you had the same effect on him.

"You're doing so good for me," he hums against your skin, inhaling your naturally sweet scent. "You're going to take me, sweetheart, going to take everything I give you.

"Feels s' full though, Chuuya," you sob. "Don't think I can anymore."

He presses his lips to yours, his tongue entangling with your own and you both moan into each other's mouths. Chuuya drags his length out, a breathless sigh emitting from your mouth into his own, relief crossing your features, thinking that the two of you were done.

But then, all of a sudden your head was thrown back in overstimulation, and a moan strung from your mouth as his cock slides right back into your cum filled walls.

"Sweetheart, please," Chuuya whispers into your ear, breath tickling your skin. "Continue f'r me?"

"'mmmm m'kay, be gentle," you huff. "So rough before, Chuu."

His movements became faster, his cock thrusting into the depths of your needy hole as strained moans and whines left your throat. Chuuya was panting in your ear and an occasional deep groan slipped past his lips, the sounds which made your cunt flutter tightly around his length.

Chuuya was filling you up to the hilt, his throbbing pink tip hitting that soft, gummy spot in my cunt that caused you to scream out in fulfilment. "I know, my love," He breathed, causing you to let out a moan and sigh, body shaking with pleasure. "Taking it real good, such a slut."

Your body tried to arch away from the pleasure, not being able to take the strong rolls of Chuuya's hips, but as you arched your back away, his thrusts only aimed deeper, harder into your G spot.

You sobbed out, tears filling your lash line. "B-but… Too much, Chuuya. Slow down, too much."

"Oh?" he smirked, his hips moving now at a faster pace, loving how your cunt squeezed his cock even though you wanted him to slow down, "It's alright, sweetheart, you can hold out," he coos.

Repetitive moans left your mouth while he pounded into your tight heat. You suddenly had the instinctive urge to press yourself into his length, but you couldn't, his weight was too heavy for you to move against him, and you were utterly hopeless as his thrusts became faster, and your knees and thighs ached being pushed so close to your chest and head.

"Please, I wanna come," you cry out mewling. "So big, you feel so big, Chuuya."

Chuuya hunched over you, pulling you closer to him and connected your mouth in a sloppy, wet kiss, forcing his tongue inside your mouth, grunting into you while he swallowed your moans.

"Good girl, taking me so deep," Chuuya groaned, pulling away from your mouth.

"Making you feel so good, aren't I?" Chuuya groaned his head tilted forward, sweat beading on his forehead as we watched your fall apart and tremble from his dick, broken moans slipping past your plump lips.

"Gonna fill you up," Chuuya groans. "You're taking me so deep, deserve to have my cum."

"'Wanna come, please," you beg, wanting to feel the release, desperate as the tears stream down your flushed cheeks. "Want it so bad."

You clench around his length as he increases his pace, instantly accommodating to the speed but your moans escalate. "Such a good girl," He leaned down and mumbled in my ear chased with a deep moan that stirred my insides clenching around his length.

"Want it so bad!" you whimper, unable to comprehend any thoughts that swelled into your head.

"C'mon darling," he growled and you spasmed around his length as your high washed over you, your legs shaking as his weight pressed down even more than it was.

His thrusts didn't slow causing you to whimper, but Chuuya didn't seem to understand your predicament, you were so fucked out, your mind running laps in stars and your vision blurring. You began to see stars in you peripheral vision. "Slow down! Chuu! Hurts!" you managed to whimper out but you could feel yourself slipping. "Re-…."

You head falls limp to the pillow, a scrunched but peacfull expression falling on your face, Chuuya was too pussy drunk to even notice for the first couple of seconds. He feels your hands slip from his hair, that's only when he notices, when he really looks at you. Chuuya's eyes widen in absolute confusion. Chuuya freezes mid-motion, his sharp blue eyes widening.

“Oi—!” he blurts out. He pulls back immediately, his hands already reaching for you, shaking your shoulders gently but firmly.

“Baby? What are you doing?” His voice is a little rough around the edges, panic creeping in, though he’s trying to keep it together.

For a second, he stares at you, as if not fully believing what just happened. Then, his concern takes over, and he shifts his position, sitting up straighter, cradling you in his arms. His fingers move to check your pulse.

“Dammit… come on, wake up,” he mutters under his breath, tapping your cheek lightly. “This is not the time to be passing out on me.”

Finally, you begin to stir, your eyelids fluttering as you slowly regain consciousness. “Thank God,” he breathes, his hand moving to stroke your hair as he hovers over you.

Your vision is blurry, and you blink up at him, still dazed. “Chuuya…?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” he replies quickly. “You passed out, idiot.”

“I-I did…?” you ask, embarrassed, as you try to sit up, but Chuuya holds you down gently.

“Whoa, whoa, easy there,” he says. “Don’t try to get up too fast. You scared the hell outta me, y’know that?”

You nod weakly, still embarrassed. “Sorry… I didn’t mean to…”

“You don’t need to apologize, but damn, don’t pull that on me again.” He pauses, his hands resting on either side of your face as he leans down, his forehead pressing lightly against yours. “Just… rest for a minute, alright? I’m not going anywhere.”

"I did try to say the safe word…. but i…."

"I'll make sure to be more focused next time, sweetheart, sorry, baby," he apologises.

‧₊˚.DOSTEVESKY FYODOR :: somnophilia, doggy?? bent over a desk??, rough sex, cockwarming, degredation, pet names (both him and you) 'myshka' 'fedya' "lyubov' 'shlyukha' + more? (WC :: 1.6k+ i got carried away hahaha)

God, you didn't know how long you've been sitting here for, your back flush against Fyodor's back with his cock snug inside of you. Paperwork, paperwork, paperwork. Why did he more than usual all of a sudden?

Not only was the amount of paperwork bugging you, every time you move, it could be only a slight movement, you would instantly come on his cock. Fyodors cock was nudged so deep inside you, resting right against your cervix.

The only problem was, was that every time you did come, Fyodor's arm, which was tightly wrapped around your waist, got tighter, rendering your more from movement.

"Myshka," Fyodor hums, his mouth close to your ear and you pushed down a moan. "You are making it very hard for me to do my work."

Forcing down a mewl, you managed to reply, "S-Sorry, Fedya."

"You are? Well... you are making quite the mess as well," he continues, his hand moving lower and you hold your breath in anticipation.

You immediately cover your mouth with a shaky hand, your legs trembling further as Fyodors skilled fingers began to press down onto your sensitive nub.

"F-Fedya," you moan muffled again your palm.

"You're being loud as well," Fyodor mummers, almost in a disappointed tone. "Can't have that now, can we?"

It only took a few singular moments to which you were now getting bent over his desk, a loud gasp falling past your lips at the action. Documents go flying everywhere while Fyodors cold hand trails up the back of your thigh, hiking your skirt up higher to your hips, getting a better angle to see your cunt.

He hums in thought, seeing how that his pelvis and lower abdomen is soaked with your cum, now dripping down his balls.

"Fedya, please," you whimper.

"Please, what? Myshka?" he hums, wanting to hear your answer.

"Move, please, F-Fedya," you replied, all you wanted was for him to begin to move.

"Alright," Fyodor says simply. "I'm gonna do as I please, and your going to take all of it."

Your eyes widened and before you could register it, he pulled out, just so his tip was insight your seeping hole before slamming into your cunt.

"Fedya!" you moan, your hands were now pinned to your back, his singular hand holding your wrists while the other digs into the flesh on your wait, his length getting squeezed by every ridge within your soaked cunt. A moan left both of your mouths as Fyodor's length nudged the deepest spot within you.

"Look how you take me in," Fyodor grunts. "Such a good shlyukha."

You sigh in pleasure at the degradative praise, he knew that you loved to be worshipped in an abasement way, you savoured his words struck him so deeply. In a way he never wanted to call you anything else. But he didn't move, he wanted to relish in on how you desired to cause friction, desired to move against his touch, but couldn't.

Fyodor's cock, prodded so deep in your gummy walls that you whimpered in pleasure, but that didn't stop him from not moving. He was still snug inside. Hot and heavy kisses trail down from your ear down to the dip of your neck to shoulder and a breathless sigh escaped your parted lips before Fyodor rolled his hips into yours.

A moan slips out of your mouth, his thick length scraping all the sensitive parts of your warm insides. Fyodor's knees spread your legs apart so that any advances from you ensured that they would be shut down, so that you remained situated below him. As he expected, you couldn't move from his trapping embrace.

You couldn't, your legs were spread widen and you were pinned to the desk His movements became faster, his cock thrusting into the depths of my needy hole as strained moans and whines left your throat. Fyodor was panting in your ear and an occasional deep groan slipped past his lips, the sounds which made your cunt flutter tightly around his length.

Fyodor was filling me up to the hilt, his throbbing pink tip hitting that soft, gummy spot in my cunt that caused me to scream out in fulfilment.

"I'm listening, Myshka, don't be so loud," He breathed, causing you to let out a moan and sigh, body shaking with pleasure. "Found it haven't I?" Fyodor hummed.

Your body tried to arch away from the pleasure, not being able to take the strong rolls of Fyodor's hips, but as you arched your back away, his thrusts only aimed deeper, harder into your G spot.

"Y-yeah," you sobbed out, tears filling your lash line. "B-but... Too much, Fedya. Slow down, too much."

"Oh?" he smirked, his hips moving now at a faster pace, loving how your cunt squeezed his cock even though you wanted him to slow down, how contradicting he thought your words were, you were denying your body the release that you so desperately needed.

"Looks like you pussy is saying something else," Fyodor added. Repetitive moans left your mouth while he pounded into your tight heat. You suddenly had the instinctive urge to press yourself into his length, but you couldn't.

"Please, I wanna come," you cry out mewling. Your body trembled beneath him. Your back arched heavily, finally being able to sink more into him. Fyodor hunched over you, pulling you closer to him and connected your mouth in a sloppy, wet kiss, forcing his tongue inside your mouth, grunting into you while he swallowed your moans.

"Good Myshka, taking me so deep," Fyodor groaned, pulling away from your mouth and pushing this arch into your back deeper. He watched your ass ripping again his lower abdomen, watching your cunt with purple iris'.

Observing how your walks sucked him in, leaving a creamy white rind of arousal around the base of his cock Fyodor groaned his head tilted forward, sweat beading on his forehead as we watched your fall apart and tremble from his dick, broken moans slipping past your plump lips.

A satisfied smirk came onto Fyodor's face as he watched those tears that welled in your fluffy lash line spill down your smooth cheeks.

"Such a good little- shlyukha," Fyodor groans.

"'Wanna come, please," you beg, wanting to feel the release, desperate as the tears stream down your flushed cheeks. "Want it so bad."

You clench around his length as he increases his pace, instantly accommodating to the speed but your moans escalate.

"Such a good myshka," He leaned down and mumbled in my ear chased with a deep moan that stirred my insides clenching around his length.

"Want it so bad!" you whimper, unable to comprehend any thoughts that swelled into your head.

"Please, please, please.""

"Go ahead," he moans and you spasmed around his length as your high washed over you, your legs shaking as his weight pressed down even more than it was.

His thrusts didn't slow causing you to whimper in overstimulation, only he doesn't stop. It was too much, his balls slapping relentlessly agasint yoru clit and his cock hitting your soft spot every singlt time, it's too much.

You began to see black, white and yellow spots dancing in my vision as he refused to slow down, chasing his own high but before you. could even register, you were out, gone, asleep, knocked out, passed out.

Fyodor immediately noticed, because eyour loud racket of moans had completely ceased and a faint frown touches his lips, though no panic flashes across his face. Fyodor tilts his head as he removes himself from your cunt, more interested know in you.

“Hmm...” he murmurs under his breath, his long fingers gently brushing against your neck, checking your pulse. He lingers there for a second, his touch cool against your skin, you never fail to surprise him in the most interesting situations.

“Fainting, are we? How curious,” he whispers softly to himself. He’s not hurried, he leans down slowly, his breath ghosting over your ear. “Wake up, my dear,” he commands in that smooth, hypnotic tone, his fingers now softly stroking your cheek. Slowly, you start to stir, your eyelids fluttering open.

The disorientation hits you first, but before you can sit up, Fyodor’s hand presses lightly on your shoulder, keeping you in place.

“Easy now,” he says in that low, velvety voice of his.

“What… what happened?” you ask, your mind still fuzzy. He smirks, just slightly.

“You fainted,” he explains. “The intensity of the moment must have been too much for you.” Your cheeks burn with embarrassment, and you try to move, but Fyodor’s hand remains firm on your shoulder, preventing you from getting up too quickly.

“I-I’m fine now,” you stammer, trying to shake off the disorientation,

“Are you?” he asks. There’s something in his gaze—something almost predatory—as he watches you, but his expression remains calm, composed.

He brushes a strand of hair from your face, his fingers cool against your skin. “Rest for a moment,” he says softly, his words carrying an air of command that you instinctively obey. “Your body clearly needs time to recover. We wouldn’t want a repeat of this, now would we?”

You bite your lip. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to—”

“No need to apologize,” Fyodor interrupts smoothly, his smile deepening. “It’s... fascinating to witness your vulnerability like this. But don’t worry,” he adds, leaning in close, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers, “I’ll keep you comfortable for now, Myska, before I take you again."

‧₊˚.NAKAJIMA ATSUSHI :: slight cockwarming, cervix fucking, use of {y/n} cowgirl. side fucking (idk what it's called, it'll come to me lmao), missionary, passing out, needy Atsushi, inexperienced Atsushi, begging, him being rlly worried, apologieses sm + more? (WC :: ~800+ )

Atsushi is a whimpering mess under you, he didn't know what to do as you bounced on him, his cock was pulsing inside your walls while his hands pawed and gripped tightly into your thigh and hip. His cock was constantly hitting that sweet spot inside you, causing you to moan out every single time his dick hit your cervix, fuck, your legs hurt so bad but you really want to come. 

 Whimpers escape Atsushi's lips effortlessly, legs trembling as your ass comes into contact with his body, hitting his balls which made him throw his head back in ecstasy.

Your thighs are burning, you let out a strained moan slips past your lips. "{Y/n}," he whimpers out in broken syllables, he was so fucked out, but he still looked so effortlessly pretty, his white choppy hair splays out on the pillow, purple and yellow eyes screwed shut in pleasure. 

 "I know, baby," you moan out, knees about to buckle, you so wanted to keep on going but they gave out, knees hitting the futon, his cock fully nudged into your dripping cunt. 

 Atsushi's grip tightens on your hips at the sudden movement, the coil in his stomach tightening so much he just wanted to cum so badly but you had stopped moving. "Please," Atsushi stutters out through tight lips, he was trying to move your hips but your thighs were aching too much. 

 "Gimme a sec," you reply breathlessly. 

 "Baby, no I can't wait," he whimpers. 

 He opens his eyes and was met with the most ethereal sight of you, your head was thrown back as your chest was heaving in air, catching your breath, your breasts pushed together as your hands were on his lower abdomen. 

And... God... the mix of his precum... your arousal on his pelvis made the coil tighten in his abdomen again, seeing the bulge of were his cock is in you soft, tight cunt. You lift your hips once more about to grind down on to his dick, but Atsushi has other plans. 

His eyes were wide with pleasure as he sat up and pushed you down, making sure his cock was still snug in your tight heat. A surprised gasp leaves your mouth and before you could say any thing, before you knew it, you were on your side with Atsushi holding one of your legs, cock going deeper into your spongey walls. 

 Then, his mouth was on yours, tongues tangling with each other clumsily while Atsushi's hips rutt into your own. Your moans getting swallowed up by his mouth, you were on the edge, every time Atsushi's cock pounds into your soft cunt, it hits your sweet spot and his pelvis grazed your clit every single thrust. 

"So good, baby, you're doing so well for me," you praised, stars were blurring your vision and tears were spilling past your lash line while he began to move faster, the coil in your tummy was so tight, you need to cum so bad but it's too much.

"Atsushi," you sob. "Wa-Wait... S-Slow down!"

Atsushi couldn't hear you, all he could hear were your moans, the sound of the lewd squelching coming from the contact between your pretty cunt on his cock. He began to thrust harder and your eyes roll to the back of your head as he then starts sucking and biting on your neck. 

"Please , let me cum," Atsushi whimpers against your neck. "I've been so good, please."

"Baby, you can but please, slow..." your head and vision began to become blurry and those were the last words that spilled from your mouth when you fall limp against the futon.

Atsushi immediately noticed that your tight grip on his hair and arm had loosened. "Baby?" he called out, his eyes widened when he notices your peaceful expression and how you looked like you were asleep. But he frowned and nibbled on his lip, you weren't asleep, you passed out he realised.

He gently slipped hic cock out from you cunt and worriedly scanned his eyes over your body before gently tapping your cheek. "Baby," he whispers.

Groggily, you open your eyes and see Atsushi, a breif flicker of confusion crossed your face before you realised what happened. 

"You fell asleep, baby, or passed out is the better way to say it..." Atsushi confirmed.

A soft teasing smile comes onto your lips, "That just mean your too good at this, baby." Looking down briefly, you see that he's still painfully hard. "You want me to help," you coo pecking his cheek.

Atsushi's cheeks flare red. "You don't have too! I know you probably would be tired."

"You don't need to worry, baby," you reply teasingly, kissing his lips, your tongue intertwining with his and in between breaths you say. "I know you need my help, my pretty boy." 

Your hand squeezes the base of his dick and he gasps into the kiss, then you make sure he will finish all nicely. 

‧₊˚.EDOGAWA RANPO :: oral -> female receiving, cunnilingus, overstimulation, fingerwarming??? (if thats a thing lmao), fingering, passing out, getting tapped back in, praise, begging, hair pulling + more? (WC :: 1.2k+)

Stretched down beneath Ranpo, with your head thrown back against the soft pillow beneath your head, your legs slung over his shoulders. Additionally, a little pillow was placed beneath your hips, so if Ranpo felt like eating your cunt, he could take as much time as he liked. After a demanding day of bothersome cases, he would extract every orgasm from you with his tongue and fingers. You are his favourite sweet after all.

"Ranpo," you whimper out as his nose bumps against your clit, tongue lapping at your soaked folds.

"Mmmmm," he hums against your clit as he moved his mouth from your entrance, the vibrations causing you to gasp out in pleasure.

You don't know how long you have been here for, but you do know that Ranpo had drawn out three orgasms from you, an hour you thought, he had you here for an our. As much as Ranpo loved to eat you out and indulge in your essence, he loved to edge you, so you'd be squirming under him.

Arching your back, your cunt only pressed further into Ranpo's face, you just wanted to have your release, you body was aching, aching so much. You could see stars every time he curls his fingers into your sweet spot, but he wasn't doing that right now, his fingers were just resting inside your tight heat.

"Ranpo," you whine subtly, you just wanted him to hurry up, but he was taking so long

Every stripe of his tongue on your clit made your body shudder, so much so that you felt as if you were doing to pass out. Although, you thought that if he would go any faster, you would in fact pass out, so you were in a bit of a predicament. Going slow, just made you exhausted and any faster you would pass out.

"You'll be alright," Ranpo reassures, of course he'd know that you'd be alright, he is the smartest, isn't he?

"I don't… don't think I will," you moan.

"Yeah you will."

Gosh, he was so hard to talk back to.

A whimper leaves your mouth when he places a kiss on your clit and your thighs clench around his head. You attempt to arch away from the overwhelming sensation but Ranpo grip keeps you in place.

"Ranpo," you moan out. "Feels so good, making me feel so good."

He loves praise and you love giving it to him.

You could feel Ranpo smirk against your drenched folds. "C'mon, you gotta say more than that, sweety," he urges.

Once more, Ranpo's nose brushes up against your delicate clit, and your grip on his hair tightened. A satisfied sigh seeps through him into your folds as a mewl from your full lips. As he sucked your clit between his lips and flicked your sensitive bud with his tongue, Ranpo was eagerly moving his head in motion to get a full dive into your cunt.

You whimpered before answering, trying to gather your scattered thoughts, "Mmmmm~ you're the only one who can do this to me, Ranpo, you know me so well, making me-- feel s' good," you slur, drunk on pleasure.

His tongue climbs up from your wet hole to your clit while you let out a moan. Your thighs tighten around his head as a result of his advances, and as you grind down on his face, a moan echoes through your clit.

Your lips were filled with chants of his name, and he relished every moment of it. Ranpo's two fingers inside your cunt began to move once more, you eyes widened, your back further arched into his face, thighs clenching tighter around your head.

"Ranpo, f-feels s' good," you moan, tears welling in your lash line, he was making you feel so good.

His finger pressed up against that soft spot inside your walls. Ranpo was slow with his pace as he curled his fingers every time he entered your cunt, along with sucking and licking at your puffy, sensitive clit.

"See taking it so well," Ranpo moans against you, refusing to rut his hips into the futon, this was your pleasure, not his own.

A moan arouses from you and your hips grind themselves onto his face. He let you for once have some sort of control over the situation, and he decided that if you came quicker he'll let you do it more often. "That's it," he praised.

You cry his name through broken letters, and he moves more quickly and needily, and the one hold he had on your leg tightens. Your fingers encircled his locks to prevent him from moving and force him to breathe more deeply into your folds as your tummy coil tightened.

The grunts just served to tip you over the brink, and when he pressed his tongue firmly against your clit, you let out a low-pitched scream. Your stomach coil parted, drenching his face in liquid.

With your soaked pussy flowing out from your swollen folds, he carefully withdrew his fingers. You softly mewls in overstimulation and plants a kiss on your clit before going right back in, but faster and your thighs clamp shut.

"Ranpo!" you moan, chest heaving. "Too much, sensitive, wait!"

"Just one more," Ranpo moans, hips rutting into harder into the futon, he too wanted to cum, you looked so pretty here and tasted so divine, he just needed to.

You really couldn't do it anymore, well you wanted too but you could see the black dots and stars covering your vision. You believed you could endure. But you couldn't as you fell limp under the detective. Your thighs loosened significantly and the strong grip you had on Ranpo's hair went slack, and your back fell flat to the covers.

Ranpo immediately notices and pauses, lifting his head from in between your thighs and seeing your peaceful face. "Huh?" he mutters, blinking in disbelief. "Really? “This isn’t some trick, is it?”

He pocks your cheek and watches your head loll to the side and a murmur leaving your lips. "She passed out. That wasn't something I saw coming." Ranpo said in disbelief. "Hey, wake up,” Ranpo adds.

You open you eyes, disoriented and groggy, you could feel Ranpo hovering over you and you squint your eyes slightly, as you were confused at what he was doing. His face was closer than usual his green eyes staring into yours, almost as if he was making sure you were okay. (it was obvious he wasn't about to give you a kiss so you were confused at what this man was doin).

"Finally," he sighed in relief. "I thought you were going to sleep through the whole thing."

You blinked, confused. "W-What happened?" you murmured, trying to sit up, but Ranpo gently pushed you back down.

"Hold on, don’t move too fast," he said, his tone soft. He sat back slightly on the futon, watching you closely, he didn't want you to faint agasin. “You passed out.”

"I… I did?" you say in shock

Ranpo nodded. “Yep. One minute you were all into it, and then you were asleep. Didn't see that one coming. You really know how to keep things interesting," he added.

You blushed, embarrassed and unsure of how to respond, but before you could say anything, Ranpo continued. “Don’t worry, though. I checked everything—you’re fine. Probably just overdid it a little.”

"Next time, maybe try not to pass out on me, okay?" he teased, but as he reached out to brush a strand of hair from your face. “Take it easy for a bit. I’ve got you. You can go to sleep now, I've cleaned you up, maybe go pee though."

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Intimate hues of the lights adorned the halls were oh so perfectly framing your face as you talked - or rather extracted information - from  a member of the X party. Abundance and richness dripped from every corner of the rooms: candles flickering lazily, buffets on silver platters filled with caviars, smoked meats and fruits, champagne, and lots - oh yes lots of diamonds. It looked as if everything was too good to be true, a glittering illusion masking darker secrets beneath. And that’s exactly why you were there with Chuuya by your side on a mission to gain crucial information about X- said information specifically requested by Mori. There had been news going around town that they had been stealing shipments late at night, and that meant stealing from the Port Mafia’s ground. Crossing lines that they should've never crossed, unless they wanted to end up six feets under. 

You walked through the crowd, the slit of your dress went  up your soft thighs, as it almost reached your waist, letting people swarm over you like moths enamoured by the brightest flame.  It was as if all the lights in the room were on you, your gaze looming over the executive, needing just that last piece of information to finally call it a night.

The mission went even more smoothly than you thought, your hand slowly touching the man’s arm, a sweet laughter dripping from your parted lips at his joke. Every gaze was filled with a desire to touch, to know, to possess.

His attention was easy to catch. He leaned in closer, clearly infatuated, eager to please. But you kept your smile soft, your tone disarming, and yet beneath it all, your gaze was sharp, ready to extract the information you needed. You were so close, one more well-placed word, one more laugh, and you’d have the final piece of the puzzle.

Chuuya, who was sitting at the bar a few seats from you, narrowed his eyes, sharp canine poking from between his kissable lips. Downing a drink in silence,  his eyes held a barely restrained fury ‘Fuck’ He cursed under his breath, low enough that only the nearest patrons might hear, eyebrows cocking as the man seemed to be about to devour you whole. Leg shaking under the table, he impatiently taped the side of his glass with his gloved fingers. Said gloved fingers slick from the condensation of the drink. A droplet slid down the side of the glass, slow and deliberate, before landing with a quiet plop on the polished oakwood of the bar. He could hear everything: the ticking of the clock, the chatters all around him, but more so how your sweet voice responded to the man. 

He was losing control, and he knew it. This wasn’t just about the mission anymore. It was about you, and the way this man had dared to even look at you, there was no way he could ever get away with it. Chuuya had to remind himself over and over—it’s part of the plan, it’s part of the plan—but the jealousy clawing at him was winning. The thought that maybe you didn’t see him the way he saw you ate at him, and he was two seconds away from tearing the whole operation apart.

And then it happened. The man, charmed  by your smile, your attention, let his hand slide lower, reaching out to grip your thigh. You could feel the roughness of his fingers skimming across your skin, and your body tensed instinctively. Before you could even react, a sharp sound cracked through the tension—a gloved hand smacking the man’s away, so forcefully the slap echoed across the room.

‘Sir!?’ Confusion filled  the executive’s  voice, as his eyebrows raised, clearly not ready to back out so easily. You could  only sigh internally, it had always been like that. Every time you worked to get close, Chuuya lost his cool just before the crucial moment.  It would have been a blatant lie to say that it annoyed you, in fact you found his jealousy strangely endearing.

‘Back off asshole, she’s with me’’ Growled Chuuya, Cerulean eyes boring into his. His arm was  firmly wrapped around your waist, bringing you even closer, gloved fingers digging into your soft exposed  skin as if to reiterate his point. He looked absolutely breathtaking like this -  when his possessive side showed like that, you thought in a haze. His cologne mixed with his natural scent only made your head spin even more. 

‘I believe we were having a discussion - ‘ The executive stammered, trying to assert himself until he was cut by Chuuya’s rough voice. 

‘Shut the fuck up’

The Mafia executive spat, cutting him off mid-sentence. He clearly was not having it, and before the man could even say another word, He whisked you away upstairs in a closed room where he slammed the door shut. He clicked his tongue in irritation, unbuttoning the upper half of his shirt, unveiling a sliver of his ivory-white skin with each pop. He felt  like he was  losing his damn mind, needing to cool down for a second, everything becoming way too much way too quick downstairs. 

Your gaze never left  his, cradling your face in your arms as you laid atop the plush mattress of one of the many many rooms in this mansion. You could see the storm raging inside him, the jealousy, the protectiveness, the raw need. And you couldn’t help but tease him, just a little 

‘Chuuya, focus on the mission, would you?’

Your teasing tone did  not go unnoticed as a faint blush dusted his cheeks, his jealousy so clearly put on display. Freezing for a moment, he was suddenly hyper aware of every breath he took.Turning  around to face  you, he frowned.

‘I can’t stand seeing any of those pieces of shit touch you’ He was more than bold, cornering you against the bed. ‘Would you understand that?’ He raised an eyebrow, playing with your words. You couldn’t help but enjoy this. This desperate jealous side of him that you always saw on missions like these. Flickering your eyes to his lips, you smiled innocently. 

‘It's part of the mission Chuuya, how else do you want us to get that information Mori asked for’

He only gruffed, leaning against the wall beside you.

‘There’s just no way I can see that and stay calm, y’know me’

He raised an eyebrow, as if this was the most evident thing in the entire universe.

‘Besides, I’d rather use my fucking fist then let one of the these dirtbags breath the same air as you’ 

Gosh - It made your heart flutter. You leaned forward, almost tauntingly letting the silky satin drip down your chest, exposing your cleavage. ‘Yea? You would? Tell me more’

Chuuya narrowed his eyes at you, a faint blush back on his cheeks, as his gaze desperately tried to avoid the valley of your breasts so prettily put on display for him. 

‘Cut that crap already’ He paused scowling, regrouping his composure slightly before letting himself sit next to you on the bed. You taunting him was enough to send him to heaven and back. Not to mention the way your dress hugged your curves so perfectly, the material dipping exposing your curves - Stop. He had to control himself. 

‘I mean it…’ You were now the one who was bold. Your hand coming to rest gingerly on his thigh. He tensed, his whole body feeling as if an electric current ran through him. ‘I want to know what’s on your mind right now…’ You cooed, your eyes drinking in the sight of his flustered face. You’d had wanted him since forever, and now it was enough, you could not hold back anymore. Seeing his possessive side shine through in missions always aroused you more than you’d ever admit, but today was your breaking point — The faint glow of the candle light illuminating the side of his face, taunt jaw, pursed lips, and furrowed brow. He was beyond handsome, but that was no news to you.

The tension in the room felt thick, like a cord pulled taut, ready to snap at any moment.You shifted slightly, the soft silk of your dress brushing against your skin, reminding you just how far you were pushing him. The material clung to you in all the right places, the slit revealing enough to make anyone pause in their tracks, but it was the way Chuuya looked at you that set you alight. His gaze burned with such want, that he felt himself getting dizzy with need. 

On the other hand,  you couldn’t help it. You loved testing him, pushing his limits just to watch him unravel. The way his jaw clenched, the subtle twitch in his fingers like he was fighting the urge to grab you, it made you delirious with want.

His sharp gaze, usually so bold and confident, held a tinge of timidness in the depth of it. Clearing his throat, his eyes zeroed on the way your thumb gently caressed his thigh, the sensation alone enough to send a surge of heat to his groin. It was as if he was at a loss for words,  a rare sight indeed. Years and years of longing for you coming to crash down on him like waves perpetually hitting the shore. 

‘You know…’ you purred, voice dripping with that teasing edge he loved and hated all at once, ‘if you can’t handle this, maybe I should’ve gone with someone else. Someone who could keep their cool on a mission like this.’ You just wanted to rile him up enough so that he could confess his feelings, and gosh — seeing the look in his eyes as his face snapped to meet yours. It was all too good.

His gaze  flashed, anger and desire swirling together in a dangerous mix. He shifted, grabbing your hand that once rested on his thigh  in one swift motion, holding it just tight enough to make you feel the strength behind his restraint.

‘You’d better not even joke about that’ he murmured, voice low and  eyes dark with barely restrained jealousy. ‘Am’ the only one who can touch you. Got that?’ His hand gently grabbed ahold of your chin, tilting it up to meet the seriousness of his gaze - and at that moment, you  wondered  if you pushed it too far. 

‘Touch me right now then..’ Your voice sent a deep shiver through every pore of his being. Chuuya's keen eyes flashed, pupils dilating with sheer lust as he took a moment to register your words. 

‘Yea? Sure’ you can handle it?’ His grip on your chin faltered until he pushed you down gently on the bed. You almost melted into a heap on the mattress, his nervosity seeming to vanish in one-go and you knew you were in for a ride. Chuuya did exhibit such a calm demeanour before you, yet his insides were twisting with a mix of want and apprehensiveness. Truthfully, he would have been lying if he said he hadn’t been dreaming about this moment for so long, and now that words had been spoken, holding himself back was not an option anymore. 

You felt your insides burn and turn as he lowered himself on top of you, cornering you between his body and the plush mattress. Your plump lips parting to voice your thoughts, but you remained silent as if in awe of the man above you: long ginger strands cascading atop his shoulder, cerulean eyes swirling with a twinkle of lust and his white button up slightly — oh so deliciously unbuttoned exposing the fair skin of his collarbones. 

He hummed, eyes taking in the sight of you sprawled below him, completely at his mercy. 

‘Hmm why you so silent now? Seems like just now you had so much to say’ He purred teasingly, leaning down to whisper against the shell of your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

“So what is it? Cat’ got your tongue princess?’ You just looked so damn edible underneath him, that the Executive couldn’t help but trail his gloved hand down your face, until his thumb rubbed soothing patterns on your cheek, tilting your face slightly to make your gaze meet his. The way you gazed at him, looking utterly vulnerable beneath him, lit something inside him as he gulped down, eyes racking over your whole body, until it met yours again.

Even though his teasing tone, his eyes held such pure and raw affection for you, that you felt time stop for a mere moment. Swirling in his sapphire gaze was years of love, jealousy and pure lust.

‘Can I kiss you?’ He blurted out, biting on his lips as if using all his crumbling self restraint to wait on your answer. Chuuya would never do anything to displease you — you were his muse, his reason to go on, his soulmate: all he did in life was for you, to one day be able to call you rightfully his. He was a romantic at heart, but just for you.

 Leaning his forehead on yours, he held your face affectionately pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead 

‘You don't know for how long I’ve wanted this- how long I've wanted you.’ He exhaled, eyes closing as he felt you nod, allowing him to finally seal his lips with yours, and gosh at that moment he swore the heavens made you just for him. 

Fishing a hand through his strands, a desperate whimper of his name caresses your lips as his tongue delves into your mouth wasting no time. He smiles into the kiss pressing himself against you, his hand moving to grasp both your wrists, pinning you against the mattress. He doesn’t want you to move nor do anything, he just wants the whole mansion to hear who you belong to. 

‘Fuck-’ He cursed under his breath, letting off a breathy exhales, a string of saliva connecting your mouth to his. At that moment you can truly say that Chuuya has never looked so gorgeous.

‘Need to taste you on my tongue doll- right now. ’ Oh- now he’s even bolder. Kissing was more than enough to send electricity racking through his being, but Chuuya was a greedy man when it came to you. After spending countless nights fisting his cock to the idea of his tongue buried deep into your soaked pussy he really can’t seem to be able to hold himself back anymore. 

Cutting straight to the point, all he cared about was tasting you, your own pleasure building his brick by brick. Besides, he swore he could most likely get off to pleasuring you—your pleasure his own.

You’re quick to hitch your leg up his shoulder, Chuuya’s breath hitching in his throat, fingers letting go of your wrists to instead dig into the subtle skin of your thighs. 

‘God- I could cum just from looking at you’ He cursed, and you see it in his eyes that he’s being truthful and it stirs the deepest blush onto your cheeks. Another moan of his name slips past your lips as he presses a series of kisses on your inner thighs, his eyes looking like he’s teetering on the verge of insanity, high on you and your scent. Lashes fluttering closed, he skillfully hooked a finger under your pantie moving it aside giving him prime view of your soaked cunt. 

‘Fuck- this wet just from kissing me, huh?’ He felt himself spinning, mind unravelling at the sight before him. You, on your back with your dress hitched up to your waist, a leg comfortably resting on his shoulder with your pretty pussy just waiting to get tongue fucked by him. 

‘How long you been wanting this, tell me princess’ He cooed such tease dripping from his tone as his eyes drank in the sight of your flushed face. 

‘Years..’ you confessed, as he chuckled the air that exited his lips caressing your drooling folds.

‘That’s it… that’s my pretty girl’ he purred, completely and utterly drunk on you, feeling you throb against his index finger collecting your slit, bringing it to his lips. He felt your fingers grasp his locks, gasps resonating throughout the luxurious room, before he slowly manoeuvred his finger up and down your slit, index delving into your cunt. His mouth gaped, as if entranced by the view of his finger disappearing into your pussy, your juices drenching him. It’s not long before he adds in his middle finger, almost salivating at the sight. 

‘Taking my fingers so well baby’ Chuuya praised, his tongue locked onto your pearl, pretty lashes of his fluttering shut, his hips grinding into thin air. Flicking his tongue against your poor fucked-out nub, Chuuya’s fingers were skilfully moving inside you, wasting no time to repeatedly abuse your sweet spot. 

’Mine — all fucking mine’ He possessively whispered, lips hungrily latching onto your clit, fingers relentlessly pumping in and out of you. You were bucking into his hand, à thin ring of cum coating his fingers. Eyes zeroed on your cunt so greedily swallowing his fingers, he babbled drunk on your pussy

’Made for me’ all of you, - Fuck’

Your body arched under him, every muscle tightening as the pleasure built and built, coiling inside you like a spring about to snap. Chuuya's fingers moved with such skill, as if he'd memorised your body long before tonight, knowing exactly how to bring you to the brink of release. His mouth on your clit, hot and demanding, had you squirming against him, but his strong hands kept you firmly in place.

‘Chuuya—’ you gasped, voice cracking with desperation. You were so close, oh so close to an  overwhelming climax. His name left your lips like a prayer, which only seemed to fuel him more, his grip on your thighs tightening as he fucked you with his fingers and  greedily ate you out like a starved man. 

Then suddenly, the  tension in your body snapped like a cord pulled too tight, and your orgasm washed over you in waves, pulling you under with such force that you could hardly breathe. You tried warning him, but you could babble moans of his name as your body trembled against him, and Chuuya never let up, his fingers still thrusting into you, dragging out every last ounce of pleasure until you were a shaking, gasping mess beneath him.

He groaned, feeling the way your walls clenched around his fingers, his hips grinding down against the bed in search of some kind of relief. He looked utterly drunk on lust—his face flushed, his lips wet with your juices, his eyes blown wide with lust and satisfaction.

‘You’re so fucking beautiful like this’ he rasped, pulling his fingers from you slowly, and bringing them to his lips to taste you again. He licked them clean, savouring the flavour of you as if it rivalled the finest wine.

You were still panting, your chest rising and falling with each laboured breath as you tried to come down from the high of your orgasm. Chuuya hovered above you, his body shaking with need, but he didn’t push you didn’t demand anything from you. He simply looked at you, as if the sight of you in this state of bliss was enough to satisfy him somehow.

Although,you wanted more- you needed him. After catching your breaths, you pushed him down, climbing on top of him. His eyes widened at your actions, a blush dusting his cheeks up to his ears as if he wasn’t just eating your pussy two minutes ago.

‘Need you inside me’  your hands made quick work of his dress pants as he sucked in a breath, eyes darkening further at your words. You could feel the hardness of him through the fabric of his underwear, the bulge leaving little to nothing to the imagination. 

‘A-Ah Fuck- wait-’ He cursed again, a whimper threatening to escape his lips as his gaze flickered between your beautiful angel-like face and your hand positioning him into your greedy cunt. A few strand of his long ginger hair stick to his face, cock already throbbing with anticipation to cum.

‘Won't last long I- got me so riled up earlier eating you-’ He bashfully mumbled, feeling beyond embarrassed only wishing that earth could open up and swallow him whole, looking off to the side. Cheeks now almost matching his hair. Truth was, he almost came from eating you out earlier, your soft moans of his name way more than enough to send him over the edge 1000 times over. 

His cock was so beautiful: flushed and leaking his precum dribbling down its shaft. Rubbing his tip against your soaked folds, Chuuya threw his head back against the pillow, eyes rolling into the back of his skull. His hands gripped onto your hips as if holding untold ear life, leaving crescent moon indents into your plush skin. He was desperately trying to suppress his moans and whimper, biting down on his lip almost drawing blood, until you slowly sank his length into you, seating on him.

A choked out gasp escaped his lips, curses filling the room, his hips gyrating upwards to meet your movements on top. 

‘S-So good to me’ He babbled out, drunk on your pussy, milking him, as if it was made to take him in. Cockhead kissing your cervix, he’s merciless, feets digging into the mattress to push his hips upward meeting your every thrust. Chuuya could revel in the feeling forever, whether it was the grip of your velvety wall around his pulsating cock, the way your lips parted shamelessly moaning his name like a mantra, or the way your tits bounced with every movement on his length. The pleasure was unbearable for the both of you already feeling your second orgasm creep out, impaling yourself on his cock at a faster and harsher pace. Your hands pressed against his chest leaning forward to bounce on him, and Chuuya swore he had been sent to the afterlife. 

‘C’mon baby- let me feel you cum on my cock-’ He choked out,and the words nearly sent you over the edge. His eyes met yours, and it was the way he gazed at you with such love  that finally gave you the slight push you needed to come undone on top of him. 

Tears streamed down your cheeks as the pleasure overwhelmed you, every thrust of Chuuya’s hips upward  sent shockwaves through your body, and you finally came on top of him. Fucking you through your orgasm, the redhead finally halted balls deep, knuckles turning white as he gripped your hips with sheer force enough to leave bruises indicating he reached his limit too. 

‘’C-Cummin-’’ He gritted through his clenched teeths, body twitched releasing thick long ropes of cum inside your pussy, his release flooding you with warmth. Collapsing on top of his chest, his hand tangled into your locks, slowly trying to catch his breath. He felt like his heart was right about to burst straight out of his chest. 

For a moment, everything was still. The world outside didn’t exist—there was only you and Chuuya, wrapped up in each other, your bodies still buzzing from the intensity of what had just happened.

And then, slowly, he cleared his throat, his eyes soft as they met yours. He wanted to say so much, yet his lips parted and his mind blanked looking into your eyes—your flushed face, parted glossy lips and doe eyes piercing right into his soul.You were so breathtaking, it completely made him lose his mind. Your fingers grazed the skin of his collarbone before you smiled softly speaking in a hushed voice

‘You wanna know something?’

‘Yea?’ 

‘If this is what happens when random creeps flirt with me on missions, I just might have to let it happen more often.’ 

Chuuya only chuckled, rolling his eyes, as his hand came to caress your hair lovingly. Pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead, he nuzzled your locks swearing that one day he’d make you his, and that this was only the beginning.

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❝𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚'𝐬❞ first time with you goes exactly as planned. a bottle of wine waited for you in the kitchen afterwards as he delicately hovered over you with an intoxicating smile. he didn’t want to drink beforehand– this moment was too important to get wine drunk over, too intimate to get lavished from the red liquid and you appreciated the gesture. 

the silk sheets kissed your skin, felt underneath you with a cold sheen and you reveled in the way his mouth tasted like you were his wine; sweet and delicate to the touch as his tongue lapped into your mouth. careful not to break – not to shatter you – as his gloved palms ran over the flesh of your hips, soft fingertips dipping into the innate crevices of your body. 

when he pushed into you, there was a hint of pain– but it was completely erased by the gentleness of his fingers soothing against your blushed cheeks. you felt at ease in his arms, your hands shielded over his lithe figure, and he knew his back would soon be littered with scratches. your legs wrapped around him as he settled deep inside you– waiting for you to adjust to the imploring feeling of being connected. 

“it’s okay, darling– tell me when i can move. i’ll make sure you feel so good…” 

“fuck you’re so tight around me… can’t think straight–”

and you loved that of him. you adored the way he looked at you, his rich eyes searching for any discomfort and brushing it away. his humanity shone through and you wondered how he could possibly think that such a cherished feeling wasn’t human itself? he had held back a groan when he sank into you, your walls hugging him tightly with a sharp inhale coming from you but now his voice failed him as you prompted him to move.

a low groan escaped his lips as he pulled out of you gingerly and thrusted back in, your mind nearly going numb at the first stroke. for such a tiny man, he surely knew how to curve thickly inside you– his cock nudging against the sweet bundle of nerves. you let out a quiet moan, your head tipping back onto the pillows and your entire body relaxing against his. everything seemed to have melted away as he took to a languid rhythm, soft kisses against your neck and chest littering your skin.

every time you squeezed around him, his eyes would roll back and he’d jolt inside you– his hips stuttering and a tiny curse expelling from him until he held eye contact with you. and god, did that make you feel gorgeously exposed – piercing blue staring back at you with such intimacy drawn in them, it made your heart flutter and dance. you couldn’t help but take his roseate cheeks into your hands, capturing him into a searing kiss that he thought about for days on end afterwards. 

you were so caught up within your pleasure, you didn’t have time to tell him you were close but he knew way before you did; quiet praises coaxing you closer and closer to your release.

“c’mon, give it to me sweetheart– yes…” 

and when you came, it was a blossoming feeling. your body shook with pleasure and chūya could barely hold his own, desperately trying not to cum yet but failing miserably as you let out those pretty little moans for him. 

your back arched against him, both of your chests touching and with a light hand, he subconsciously swiped it over the small of your back to keep you in place with his ability caressing you so you wouldn’t slump against the bed too harshly. 

“so good for me, y/n… had me losing my mind.”

❝𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢'𝐬❞ first time with you is also his first time. you knew he was a virgin beforehand, his slight jumpy actions whenever you placed your hand on his thigh– dare you try to go further with him, his whole face would turn red and you’d think it was the cutest thing ever. 

when you finally made the move on atsushi, his lips wouldn’t work properly as he stuttered out ‘a-are you sure, y/n?’ and you’d just melt at the way he laid back for you when you straddled him with a passionate kiss. you just had to shut him up or else you’d second guess yourself even though you wanted him to practically mount you since the day you met him at the agency.

you’d be so fucking careful too– careful enough as to not scare him away, he was always so flighty when it came to intimacy. but this time, he seemed to revel in every muted touch to his body. your fingers would trail down his chest, toying with his suspenders and your other hand would thread into his hair– the swayed black highlight in it slicking back as he got more needy with each kiss. 

his hands would fly to your hips, your clothed cunt flush with his stiffened cock– and you’d make the mistake of grinding down onto him. he’d cum in his trousers seconds after, a choked moan escaping him against your lips and it’d turn you on sooo much. it’s like he was reliving his teen years, freshly sixteen and barely able to contain his horniness when he felt a woman’s touch for the first time.

as you pulled away to look at him, he’d turn his head away with a quiet ‘sorry’ slipping from his mouth and god, if you weren’t wet then… you’re soaked now. you’d tease him– ‘atsushi, never had a pretty girl grind on you? how cute…’ to which he’d respond with simply rolling you two over in bed, him now on top of you.

“if you’re really sure, we can do it this way.”

“w-would you like that?”

and now it’s your turn to go red in the face, your legs parting to let him in. with shaky fingers, he’d undress you– each article of clothing ending up near the end of the bed and he’d take every opportunity he had to ogle at your figure. you looked so beautiful underneath him– him of all people – and he was certain if he touched his cock now, he’d explode. 

and when you wrapped your hand around him to guide him in, thank god he didn’t; his insides shifting as you gave him a small smile. the tip of his cock nudged up against your entrance and you both looked down as he sunk inside you. a gasped moan met you, which you swallowed up early– your own whines in tune with his as he started to move inside you. 

“l-love you soo much– you okay baby?”

you’d nod every time he asked, your mouth ghosting over his neck and his shoulders as he buried his head into yours– every thrust feeling so overwhelming to you but it felt so good… for as long as it lasted at least. his hips had started stuttering into you, quiet pants and whimpers leaking into your ear as his high caught up to him quickly. he couldn’t stop from stringing out your name in a long drawn moan either, his eyes squeezing shut as he reached his second orgasm within the hour.

“‘m so sorry… g-gonna cum–!”

he stilled in you, weakly shuddering through his release and you massaged his back softly as he collapsed against you after. his cum dripped out of you, around his own cock as he didn’t even manage to pull out and you’d pepper kisses into his skin. atsushi would mumble out some nonsense, presumably a ‘thank you’ and once he came to, you knew he’d return the favor– with your guidance of course. 

❝𝐝𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮'𝐬❞ first time with you goes…not exactly how you expected. with the exception of his bandages loosening underneath your grasp and his urge to just straight up bounce you on his cock, you didn’t know what you had gotten yourself into. 

he insisted on you riding him the first time– that way if anything happened you could just get off of him and that was that. definitely not because of the way your figure was practically on display for him, your breasts jiggling and your pretty pussy fluttering around him as you sunk down unassuredly. 

you didn't know where to put your hands so they ended up fluctuating between holding them against your chest and resting them against his sternum, pressing deeply as another wave of pleasure rolled through you when you leaned slightly forward. his cock nestled up right against your cervix, curved upwards long and thick and you nearly died on spot when he first pulled it out. 

you knew dazai had been packing, but you didn’t really think twice about it until it was prodding against your entrance. the head of it slipped past your folds and you had gasped out, his bandages nearly tearing from the sheer grip you had on them. and then he bottomed out and… oh, wow– you never felt so full in your entire fucking life. 

“that’s it, good girl– took me like a champ.”

“how ‘bout you put on a show for me?” 

you didn’t know what he meant, but you tried your best as you lifted yourself up on his cock– the crown catching lightly against your hole and sinking back down onto him quickly. your hands quaked, a bit of pain shooting through your abdomen before dissipating as you moved more fluidly on him.

you looked at dazai halfway through, half-lidded eyes meeting yours and suddenly, you understood why people have sex now. his entire face was smug, his mouth open in silent pants, and his bangs stuck to his forehead with his arms crossed behind his head. it was hot– the way his eyes followed the bounce of your breasts and the movements of the back of your thighs smacking down slightly against his own. 

he wasn’t very loud, which you had coined him to be before but maybe you had to wait. with his lustered personality, you were sure he’d pipe up near the end, his hips starting to work against yours with a searing grasp against your own hips. 

he practically moved them for you, lifting you up and down against him with little waver and his eyes rolled back when you clenched around him, a cry leaving your mouth as he nudged your sweet spot. 

“right there, hm? use your words, baby.”

your voice was broken apparently as you could barely form his name on your tongue, overwhelming pleasure coursing through your entire body as he fucked up into you earnestly now. you couldn’t hold back your moans anymore, same with him – you knew it – his low groans filling the air now with every thrust. 

you felt so good around him, tight and now made to fit his cock personally. he only ever wanted his cock buried deep in you from now on, no one else’s; you were his until the day you two decided the afterlife. 

your orgasm fluttered up your spine, quick and brutal until it was right there and you tried to tumble off, a sharp whine escaping you. you looked to dazai for help, a needy look too and he cooed at you with a smirk. 

“yeah, gonna cum on my cock? how darling. cum for me, y/n.”

his fingers grazed your clit, rubbing it expertly and your orgasm washed over you within seconds. you were too far gone to notice the tiny whimpers that escaped the brunette as you convulsed on his cock, the desperation that overtook him as he watched you fall apart– his vision went white when he came inside you. 

yeah, this wasn’t exactly what you expected but you wouldn’t have had it any other way. 

you inhale his smoke and the scent of the luxurious body wash that is so distinctly chūya, let the silence settle as he finishes smoking. then at last, he approaches you, hand setting on your lower back as he draws closer, close enough for you to taste the tobacco on his breath when he finally concedes, "this is what you came for, right?"

you nod, guilty and ashamed because his hands are gentle– more gentle than they should be, you think to yourself, though he's always been that way with you– kind and receptive, eager to please and comfort you. fingertips trace your cheek, rearrange the tendrils of your hair to frame your face, and his thumb makes its round along the plump of your lips. he knows your features so well that it's downright disgusting– he can draw you perfectly with his eyes closed. another nicotine-laced breath and his mouth is collapsing on yours, so hot and characteristically passionate. as you find his fingers tangled in his hair, you're hit with the reality that this is chūya and you crave him and his tenderness more than anything else in your life right now– his heat and his passion, but most of all, this tenderness of his, the beautiful sanctum he's always offered you from the world and those gentle and knowing hands that are ready to soothe you every time.

– "use me. please."

you drawl out his name, a soft, relenting sigh. he looks at you, eyes downcast as he whispers your name, the syllables dying on parted lips as his hand travels up your thigh. he cups you through your clothed heat, fingers tracing you through the cotton of your underwear, mapping you. your eyes flutter shut and you resign to his touch, his warmth, and the memories they ignite; it's all it takes for the two of you to fall in reverse. for a moment, you belong to one another; he's the port mafia executive who yields to no one except you.

after all, you're lovers. you were lovers. in the bedroom, you'd rake your nails down his spine, leaving scratches on his back like music scores, singing your melodies in his ear all night long; and in the kitchen, you'd bathe in jazz and blues, puffing on golden bat cigarettes in the hues of silver moonlight. it might be over now– at least, that's what you'd say– but the way that he kisses you, the way he touches you, is all the same– just as familiar and bittersweet. some things never change, just like chūya's taste for luxury, or his taste for you, and the fact that you'll succumb to him every time.

this scene is too familiar. you're sinking to your knees, pressing chaste kisses down the lean muscle of his abdomen, lips and fingertips tracing the grooves of his adonis belt. he lets the towel fall from his hips, relaxing against the counter. then, he cups your cheek with the palm of his hand, stroking the side of your face so gently that you nearly melt into his touch and oh, is it sickening, fucking grotesque, the eyes he gives you– the way he looks at you when you're in between his thighs, worshipping his cock. he stares down at you with an admiration he'd never dare to verbalize.

you stroke him in the way you know he likes it, slow and sensual, your small hands curling around the base and working its way up to the head that's dripping with arousal and pulsing with need. he catches your chin with his thumb, forcing you to gaze into his azure eyes, so you can hear him say the words you've been longing to hear all night– "good girl," as you flick your tongue out to run along his length. you taste him, licking up translucent pearls of precum, tracing your tongue along the oozing tip.

he's watching you with eyes that burn– waiting, wishing, wanting as he stares down at you; it's a look that says a million things, yet his lips are silent. it's almost as though he's asking for permission to indulge in you. it's as if he's expressing guilt for what he's about to do. in a way, it's a pitiful sort of look, the kind one exchanges when words would do more harm than good. you glance away quickly when his mouth finally moves to speak if only to signal that you don't want to pursue the topic any further. you know what he wants to say– he wants to ask who hurt you this time; he wants to ask what you're really here for. he doesn't know the person who's hurt you the most is him.

you guide him inside of your mouth, then slide him down your throat. he hisses, his fingers immediately tangling in your hair as you swallow around him. when you look up, you find that his eyes are no longer focused on you, his head thrown back in pleasure. his breath becomes shallow, the muscles in his legs tensing as he struggles not to thrust into your mouth. "fuck, baby..." he groans, the grip on your hair tightening. "doing so fucking good."

from there, it's broken syllables, his moans strangled as you bob your head along his length. you feel his fingers stroke your hair as he tends to you, keeping the strands out of your face as saliva dribbles down your chin. then, your name is all he knows– shameless, truly shameless, the way he falls apart inside you, calling out for you when you're no longer his is so cruel.

it's not a moment more until you feel him flood your mouth with his warmth, hot seed spurting down your throat. you wash him down, then pull away panting, swiping at the excess drool that's stained your cheek. then, you feel him intertwine his fingers with yours and pull you into a deep embrace, lips sealing against yours– and oh, his touch is so hot.

it burns you both, a double-sided match; you flinch, but you don't pull away. instead, you hold him back. you fight tears as you bury your face in his chest. "i didn't come here to act like a couple," you whisper, feigning anger, but all that comes out is regret.

"right," he replies curtly.

silence settles between you– not the inept kind, the type that falls when words momentarily fail, but that which overcomes when there is truly nothing left to say. "kick me out," you demand, your voice breaking. "tell me to go away."

"quit talkin' like that," he mutters, grip tightening around your waist. "i'd never."

you know it's true, too– you left by your own accord. but chūya didn't chase you to the door. he didn't call. he didn't even text.

you feel him press his lips to the crown of your head. you protest and paw at him, but your small hands are too easy to swat away. then, he kisses you the way you like it, mouth enveloping yours with passionate heat– slowly and softly. you lean into him, melting into his hot touch as he trails his tongue along your tear-stained cheek, licking away the evidence of your suffering; and you can't help– you simply can't resist anymore. you let him in because you crave him. you crave his tenderness more than anything in your life.

he scoops you in your arms, carrying you to the bedroom. you're sobbing into his shoulder as he lays you on the mattress. "i don't wanna make love like we always do," you insist, raking your nails across his back as you clutch onto him like a broken child. those words are so meaningless and you know it.

he cradles you. he holds you like you're everything to him– he's cruel that way; he always has been.

tomorrow, you'll disappear– but you know he won't stop you.

some things just never change, you tell yourself.

"you better not say you love me," you sob into his neck– and he won't. he won't. but there will be nothing but love there as he kisses you a thousand times over, eyes twinkling as you dance for him the way you always have.

some things just never change.

Chuuya parked his bike in a discreet and dark alleyway. You were sitting in front of him, your back facing him. You leaned forward with a sultry smirk, bending over to permit him to flip your skirt. Chuuya chuckles darkly as he flips your skirt upwards to reveal your lacy thong, he bites back a groan from the sight. You dig your teeth down on your bottom lip when his gloved hand slides your thong aside to see your glistening folds.

"Fuck, doll"

You let out a soft whine when his fingers began to massage your folds, gasping when he finds your clit and gives it an exciting pinch. Your wetness was dripping on his palms seamlessly.

"You dirty fucking whore"

"M'sorry, can't help it. You look so hot, Chuu"

You batted your eyelashes at him from over your shoulder but he grits his teeth and smacks your ass instead. A shuddered gasp leaves you as pleasure blooms in your core. Chuuya's fingers resume playing with your dripping folds.

"You couldn't wait 'til we got home, huh? What a desperate slut"

"Please, Chuu, I need you"

Chuuya's breath hitches when you started grinding your ass against his crotch, he hisses when your ass felt at his prominent bulge. He throws his head back to let out a stifled groan and reaches to grab a fistful of your hair.

"You better stay quiet if you want to cum on my cock, doll"

He chuckles when you nod frantically in response. This was a bad idea, he thinks. Sweat trickles down from his forehead as he frees his hard dick out of his pants. This was stupid, fucking you on his motorcycle with no condom on was reckless. Yet, it aroused him all the same.

He gathers your slick on the tip of his cock, he tries not to tease you too much, eager to feel your sweet and warm walls envelop him from the inside. One of your hands gripped the handlebars when he pushed in, the delightful stretch almost sends your eyes rolling back. As Chuuya begins a languid pace, he settles his hands on your hips. His breath turns labored as he picks up the pace.

"Mmmh, oh fuck!"

You let out a half-yell before slapping a hand against your mouth, you hear him snicker from behind you. Chuuya waits to get comfortable before deciding to brutally thrust forward at your special spot.

"Chu-!"

You go cross-eyed and limp while Chuuya starts to abuse your cervix from behind. He laughs lowly at the sight of you drooling and getting fucked silly on his motorcycle. Your face rests on the windshield of his motorcycle, and your saliva is trailing down on it. He growls when he feels his abdomen tightening and his hips stuttering.

"Shit, gonna cum inside, babydoll"

"Mmmh, yes!"

You could feel your orgasm approaching with the way he's repeatedly slamming against all the right places inside of you. Chuuya feels you tightening around him and he grins. One hand leaves your hips to reach down and rub delicious circles on your clit. Immediately, your eyes fly to the back of your skull. Chuuya's grip on your hip tightens while the other begins rubbing frantically on your sensitive nub. He watches you cum, your entire body spasming and your walls tightening around his cock. He instantaneously cums after.

"Fucking take it! Take it all, doll"

His warm cum paints your walls and you let out a relieved moan. Chuuya carefully pulls out and watches remnants of his cum dripping from your pussy and landing on his motorcycle. The sight made his entire body flush, he took off his hat and ran a hand through his orange locks. You only giggled at him as you pulled your thong up and fixed your skirt down. The feeling of Chuuya's cum still dripping from your core sends a delicious shiver down your spine. You switched places and sat behind him on his motorcycle, he was still catching his breath when you leaned down to whisper against his ear.

"I can't wait to ride you when we get home"

Chuuya chokes on his spit. There was a determined glint in his eyes when he zipped up his pants, put on his hat, and started the engine. You screamed when he pulled his motorcycle back on the road, going beyond the legal speed limit on the way home.