#sub dazai

Dazai is always a handful to deal with when he’s drunk. Sometimes he’ll be a mess, crying and wailing over painful memories of his past, almost inconsolable, begging you not to leave him no matter how many times you insist that you won’t. Other times, he’ll be giggly, tripping over his feet, knocking things over, making a fool of himself to get your attention. But the worst times (for your sanity) are when he’s horny drunk. Like tonight. 

“Fffuck…mo-mmy…s-sensitive…plea-*hic*-ease–...m’so horny…”

Dazai is currently flopped on your bed, rutting his clothed cock against your thigh, shuddering at the feeling, not caring that his pre-cum is smearing all over the inside of his boxers, practically having soaked through them.  

You sigh heavily, dropping your head against the pillow. The task you’ve been attempting – getting Dazai changed into pajamas – is not going very well. 

“‘Samu, please. Can you lift your arms up for me?”

“Haah, c-can’t,” Dazai pants, burying his head in your neck. “Please…been thinking ‘bout you the whole night…jus’wanted t'get home ‘nd touch you……nnnnngh…” Dazai slips his hand under your shirt, instantly grabbing at your right tit, moaning as he squeezes it in his hand. “Fuck…please, m’so hard…w-wanna have sex…” Dazai is babbling himself into a frenzy as he rubs himself against you. 

“No, puppy. Not gonna have sex with you right now,” you state firmly, trying to pull your thigh away from him, to no avail.

“Whattt? W-Why not?” The way Dazai’s big brown eyes shoot up to you, watery and hurt, and his lower lip starts to wobble, truly almost does you in. You have to squeeze your eyes shut and breathe in through your nose, practicing your self-restraint. Reminding yourself that he practically had to be carried to your door by Kunikida and Atsushi, each supporting one arm, given how much he had drank at their little office party. 

You had tried to get Kunikida to tell you exactly how much he drank, but the blonde man had just shrugged, annoyed, telling you he didn’t know. Apparently, three mixed drinks and one shot in, Dazai’s focus had shifted from trying to find creative ways to irritate Kunikida to slumping on his chair, babbling about missing you and needing to see you, and Kunikida had stopped paying attention to his coworker from that point on. 

“D’you hate me?” Dazai slurs, his eyes already brimming with tears. 

“My gosh, no, baby,” you laugh, ruffling his mussed up hair, “love you so so much. But you’re way too drunk.” 

“Nnnnh,” Dazai whines, not liking this answer, and pushes his hips against you again, his eyes fluttering half shut at the feeling. You clench your fist and try not to think about how sensitive the alcohol has clearly made him. “Ahh…fffuck…d-didn’even drink that much, t-though…”

“Yea you did, I can tell. S’okay, puppy, I still love you. And we can still cuddle, if you work with me to get changed–”

“B-But I don’ wanna cuddle… m’too hard…it hurts…”

You grit your teeth, trying to look anywhere but into his teary eyes, or at the outline of his cock pressing against your leg, a wet spot already having formed on his pants from his precum soaking through. 

“Okay, well…I can leave the room for a bit if you need to touch yourself?” 

“No!!” Dazai quickly shakes his head back and forth, grabbing your sleeve in a panicked motion. “Please, I…p-please, no…don’leave…can’t be alone right now…we can cuddle,” Dazai clings onto you desperately, rubbing his head against your cheek in an adorable motion. “Wanna cuddle, please, don’t needa touch myself…wan'chu t’stay…”

You laugh at Dazai’s intense reaction, kissing him gently on the tip of his nose, and then on his lips. Dazai sighs into the kiss, and you pull away softly after a minute, stroking his cheek. He’s so flushed, and his deep, brown eyes are so glassy and unfocused. God, how much did he drink? 

“Okay, angel, calm down. I’ll stay.”

You kiss him on the cheek and pull him into your side, decidedly giving up on the idea of changing him into pajamas. Dazai snuggles against you, wrapping one leg around you.

You get maybe a minute of peace, trying to ignore Dazai’s cock twitching against your leg, before he starts to softly hump it against you again. He tries to keep it subtle, but he can’t control the whine that bubbles up in his throat at the friction. You sigh heavily, and he tries to fight the haze in his brain to think of a convincing point. 

“B-but, y’know…I was jus’ drinking because it was our office party…Kunikida a-nd-hic-Atsushi are drunk too…and R-Ranpo…we all wen’ out for drinks t’gether…”

You raise an eyebrow at your boyfriend, struggling to follow his logic. “Okay? Does it look like I’m planning to have sex with Kunikida or Atsushi?” 

Dazai looks outraged at the idea, as if it wasn’t his drunken logic that led to the question. 

“Nooo…p-please donn’t…o-only s’posed to have sex with me….”

“Of course I won’t, ‘Samu," you laugh, "I’m all yours.” You frown at Dazai after a minute, though, seeing the genuine confusion and hurt in his eyes behind his somewhat playful pout, and you plant a gentle kiss on his lips. “Hey, look at me. I love having sex with you, you know that. This had nothing to do with not wanting you." You feel better as you watch the anxiety leave his eyes, his tense shoulders relaxing. "Love you so much. You’re just too drunk to know what you want right now.” 

“Nnnn…s‘not true…want you.. so bad..” Dazai buries his face in your neck, gently sucking on your skin there. He tightens the leg wrapped around you, scooching up a bit, picking a new spot on your hip to hump his cock against. He moans into your neck, right under your ear, panting softly at the feeling. Each pant is punctuated by a quiet, breathy whimper. His breathing against your skin gives you goosebumps, testing your self-restraint, and you bite your lip harder.

“I know, ‘Samu. And if you still want me in the morning, we can have sex then, okay? As much as you want.” 

“.. ‘course I’ll still wanchu in the morning,” Dazai whines softly into your ear, “always want you.” 

“Good. Then you can wait until then, yeah?”

Dazai pouts again, a few tears spilling over his lash line, and you force yourself to look away so you don’t cave when he cries. 

“Dazai,” you say more sternly, patience running thin, hoping calling him by his last name will snap him out of it. 

He looks a bit taken aback, but persists anyway. “B-but mom-my I-…*sniffle* I..” “You what?”

“it rreally hurts…i need you mommy…” he mumbles, before breaking, letting out a soft cry into your neck. “plllease, i t-trust you…c-cant sleep like this. dunno what to do…”

Something in you snaps. You groan, throwing your head back, before you turn to him, roughly grabbing a fistful of his fluffy, brown hair in your hand, tugging his head back so he’s forced to look up at you. 

Dazai’s eyes blow wide at this, and he moans loudly, his tummy flipping, more blood rushing south. 

“Fuck, baby. You’re really not making this easy for me, are you?” 

Dazai nods his head, starting to drool at the feeling of being manhandled by you, cock twitching hard in his pants.  

“Haa-aahh…pllleasse–oh fuck, please touch me… wan’your hand…*hic*ple-ease, I’ll do anything…”

“Yeah? You don’t want my mouth, puppy?”

Dazai whimpers at the idea of your warm mouth wrapped around his sensitive tip, but still shakes his head. 

“Nnnnh…nuh-uh…w-...wan’chu ta talk to me…” he slurs, grabbing your free hand that’s not laced through his hair and bringing it down to his aching cock, closing your fingers around it under his. 

Dazai hardly has time to process the pleasure that radiates through him at the contact before you yank your hand away from his cock, slapping him clean across the face.

The moan that rips itself from his throat could have come from a pornstar, and he stares at you, open-mouthed, panting, face painted with shock.

“No. Bad puppy,” you grip his hair harder, swinging a leg over him to straddle his lap, slipping a finger under the bandage around his neck and using it to draw his face in close to yours, so your lips are brushing against each other. Dazai doesn't think he's ever been more turned on, his breath coming out in sharp little pants. “If you want me to touch you so bad, you’re gonna sit still and be good. You don’t get to just grab my hand and put it where you want. Are we clear?”

“Yes ma’am,” Dazai gasps out with no hesitation, nodding as best as he can through your tight grip on his hair. “M’sorry, fuck…jus' got excited, y'make me so excited–” he tries to press his lips against yours, and you pull him back ever so slightly by his hair, tutting at him.

“What did I just say? Are you listening, or just thinking with your dick?”

“haah…ow…m'sorry...pleaase…c-can I kiss you? Please?”

“Good boy,” you coo, rewarding him by loosening your grip on his hair, allowing his lips to melt into yours. Dazai can hardly think, so intoxicated by the feeling of it (and the alcohol). 

“Thank you,” he pants between kisses, “thankyou, b-been waitin’ t’see you all night-ngh~”

Dazai practically cries with relief when you finally pull him out of his pants, helping him kick them off, resisting the urge to tease him for the massive wet spot on his boxers. Not that he'd be able to feel humiliated at this point, anyway; he's way too far gone.

“Pleeease,” he slurs, hips bucking into the air, “please touchme, please—ahh~”

Dazai keens as you wrap your hand around his aching cock, his head slamming back against the headboard, jaw going slack. “Oh fuck, ohmygod…”

You stare at his hard cock, eyes blown, marveling at the sheer amount of precum that’s coating it – so much that if you didn’t know any better, you might’ve thought he’d already came in his pants. Not to mention how flushed and sensitive he is. 

“God damn, what did you ask for in your drinks at that party? Viagra?”

Dazai shakes his head, your joke flying right over it. “Jus’ miss you–m-missed you so much. Ngh- p-please, cn’you ride me?”

Forgetting his earlier promise, Dazai’s hands fall to your hips, weakly trying to pull you up on his lap so you’re pressed against his cock. 

“No, puppy, not until you’re sober. Jus’ be happy I’m touching you, okay?”

You shift up on his lap anyway, tightening your grip on his cock, and Dazai seems to accept your answer, his eyes fluttering shut at the pleasure. “Ha–aah…okay, mommy…shit, I…can I hug you?”

“Of course, baby, c’mere.” you open your free arm and Dazai throws his arms around your shoulders, slumping into you, breathing in your scent and feeling himself relax. You giggle softly to yourself, knowing that he wouldn’t have been able to handle a minute of you riding him in this state, despite what he wants. 

After a minute or two of stroking him at a steady pace, you notice that your boyfriend has been uncharacteristically quiet, aside from the shaky moans he’s been letting out, and you pull back ever so slightly to look at his face. 

“Osamu? You alright, angel?” 

Dazai looks at you with hearts in his eyes through the haze of his intoxication, so relaxed and out of it, eyes slightly teary, and lips slightly wet from drooling on your shoulder. You slow down your strokes, lifting your free hand to gingerly wipe at his mouth, before gently kissing away the couple of tears that have fallen down his cheek. 

“Hey. You still with me, love?”

Dazai nods, whining at the way your pace has slowed, and rocks himself up into your hand a bit. “M-hmm. M’here. ‘Jus sleepy. P-please–” Dazai hiccups, pressing his forehead against yours. “please don’stopp, it fffeels good~” 

“Okay baby, not gonna stop. Jus’ relax. I’m right here.” 

Thinking it’s probably time to wrap this up with how sleepy and out of it he looks, you speed up your pace, concentrating your strokes around his tip. Dazai jerks under you, moaning against your mouth, his eyelids half-closed. 

“Mommyyy,” he slurs, gripping your shoulders a bit harder, “ffeels good…c-can I cum f’you?” 

“Of course, love, go ahead. You’ve been so good. Cum for me, pretty, let me see you fall apart for me.” 

“Nnngh-” Dazai nods, whimpering louder. “Thankyou~ hah...I–...m’gonna…nnnngh…g-gonna cum for you mommy, gonna–ah-”

Dazai’s eyes roll to the back of his head, his jaw falling slack as he relaxes his tummy and just lets his orgasm wash over him. His pretty cock spurts his thick seed all over the two of you while you press kisses onto face and whisper gentle praises to him, quite pleased with how quickly he came, and how little fuss he put up about you not riding him. 

He really is so beautiful- there's something so blissful about watching his delicately handsome features contract in pleasure, all because of you. You love how sweet and pliant he is for you, how sensitive, how trusting he is of you; you couldn't ask for anything more.

Dazai cums for over half a minute, not stopping until his release is dripping down the side of your hand, pooling on the bed beneath you. He came so hard that some of it had almost hit his face, his neck and upper chest decorated in ropes of white. The poor thing must have been so painfully worked up; no wonder he couldn’t just go to sleep. 

Dazai slumps into you when he's finished, gasping for air, his over-sensitive cock twitching in your hand. 

“thankyouu-hah- thankyousomuch. I love you. M’ssorry f’being pushy,” Dazai plants soft kisses against the dip where your shoulder meets your neck, shuddering from that way your hand still hasn’t slowed to a complete stop. 

“S’okay, baby, I know. You’re okay. I love you, too. Even though you’re a handful,” You playfully ruffle Dazai’s now-sweaty hair, kissing the top of his head. 

Dazai’s soft giggle is cut off with a broken whine as his body jerks from over-sensitivity. “Y-You’re…still movin’ your hand,” he murmurs.

“i know. Is it too much?” You whisper back. 

Dazai whimpers, nuzzling against your neck. “S’never too much…f-feels good…but i...m'gonna get hard again...thought you–nnh–wanted t'go to bed?”

You smile into the darkness of the room, thinking about the risk of being woken up in an hour or two by Dazai grinding against your butt, begging for round two, not having gotten all of it out of his system. 

“What do you think, puppy? Can you give me one more? Make sure you sleep through the night?”

Dazai nods eagerly, far too dazed to argue, the familiar tight heat already pooling in his tummy again. 

“Yes, pleease~”

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©decayofalice

This night had been the worst of Dazai’s life.

He’d been shot before, beaten, went to sleep hungry and cold in a shipping container every night, and this was the worst of them all.

His best friend had died in his arms and now he needed to leave behind all he’d known for 6 years.

He was ready to do it at Oda’s request though. Just, not without one last thing.

You and Dazai had been dating for about 3 years. You hadn’t seen him today but it was common for him to disappear sometimes. You just hoped it wasn’t because he was doing some dangerous shit again.

It was when you got home to your quiet apartment that you almost whipped your gun out at the feeling of being hugged behind. Until you heard Dazai’s familiar “Hey..”

Your shoulders relaxed and your hand retracted from your gun holster. You turned to face him but he kept burying his face in your chest, refusing to look up at you.

“Hey.. what’s going on? What’re you doing here?” You tried to coax him out of his little hiding space like a stray cat, speaking softly as you tried to lift his face into your hands.

The second you lifted his face, though, he immediately pushed his lips onto yours. You were more focused on the fact that he no longer had his usual bandage wrappings around his right eye.

“Dazai-“ You kept trying to intercept, fighting to get a word out, but he won’t allow it. By now, you knew Dazai long enough to know he was avoiding something.

He pulled you along all the way to your bedroom, tossing himself back onto the mattress and dragging you over him. You caught yourself just over him, hands resting beside his head. “Dazai- wait-“ You had to hold him down by his shoulders to get him to stop. “What’s going on?”

Dazai pouted but not the usual playful way. It was more solemn, genuine disappointment at being pulled away. He sighed, looking away before speaking up again. “If I asked you to run away with me, would you? No matter how risky?”

Your face shifted in confusion. What the hell was he talking about? “Run away? From what, the mafia?” You almost laughed at the absurdity until registering just how serious he was about this. That’s when things went quiet.

“It’ll just be you and me. Sure, we’ll have to lay low but Ango has a plan-“ Dazai rambled “Wait- Ango? What does he have to do with all this? Are you serious?” You interrupted, moving off of Dazai to sit beside him.

“He’s gonna help me lay low after I leave-“ “After you leave? So this isn’t even a hypothetical? You’re leaving?” Now you were racing, confusion muddying your thoughts.

He grabbed your hands “Not without you. I don’t want to. So please? Say you’ll leave with me?” He pleaded, dark brown doe eyes tugging at your heartstrings.

“Why are you leaving? I don’t understand what’s going on with you. First, you were gone all day, now you’re skipping town?” “We’re skipping town! I just need you to say yes.” He cupped your cheeks, trying to smile at you in hopes it would convince you.

“I don’t even know what going on with you! How can I say yes when I’m left in the dark?” You argued a little harsher than you meant to but you were getting scared. You were standing over him now.

“Why can’t you just say yes? For me?” He pleaded, more than you’d ever seen in years of knowing one another. He clung onto your sides. Tugging you toward him by the jumbled fabric of your shirt.

“Dazai, this isn’t a game.”

“I don’t think it’s-“

“If you really mean this then be honest. What the hell is going on?”

“I-“

“And don’t avoid it anymore! I’m not letting this go-“

“Odasaku’s gone!” He called out loud enough to get your attention.

You froze in shock, confused but also perfectly aware of what that meant.

“He’s dead.. shot. I watched the life leave his eyes, his limbs so limp in my arms..” His voice broke near the end, head dropping as he pulled you closer again.

“Please.. don’t let me go alone. I can’t do this without you..” For the first time, you heard Dazai cry. The sound was outright heartbreaking. This was the worst night of your life.

With a deep breath you rested a hand on Dazai’s head “Ok.. ok, let’s do it.” He gasped, head lifting to look at you hopefully.

“Let’s run away together.” You finally agreed, causing Dazai to sigh in relief and rise from the bed to hug you. “Thank you- thank you-“ He rambled against your shoulder.

You stood there in each other’s arms for a while until he composed himself and spoke “Leave your phone and everything. Keep whatever packing you do down to what you can’t live without.. I’ll call Ango.” He kissed you before leaving the room to make the call. This was really happening.

In less than an hour Ango was at your place. He got both of you into a car, sent off with coordinates to a safe house outside the city. The drive was long and quiet but you made it by morning.

You let the car drive off into a nearby lake before settling in.

It was when the doors were all locked and you were finally safe that Dazai kissed you again, arms wrapped around your shoulders as he pulled you toward the only mattress in the safe house.

You both landed with a groan at the firmness, now knowing the mattress was more like a military cot, but beggars can’t be choosers.

Dazai chuckled before locking your lips once again, not wasting a second before climbing on top of you, sat on your abdomen.

“It’s.. something at least. We’re more alive than any other mafia defectors.” He shrugged, pecking your lips again.

“Life won’t be easy from here on. We’ll be in danger for years, maybe even forever.. so, I want to experience the best of our lives together for however long we can.” He whispered against your lips.

“We can’t get married, but I don’t see the harm in pretending this place is ours. Pretending it’s our wedding night..” He began undoing your tie from the work attire you still hadn’t gotten to change out of. You got the hint.

You moved your hands from his hips to his belt buckle, undoing it gently before slipping his belt out from its loops. He was already working on your vest, your tie discarded in a similar direction to his belt.

You used a free hand to pull him in for a kiss again. Your lips rarely separated as you both spent the next few minutes undressing one another. You didn’t fully pull away until you were both just in your boxers, Dazai’s skin covered by nothing but his bandages.

You held his waist as you looked him over, admiring him even with the bandages on. You were ok with Dazai keeping them on, they were part of him. At least a part that kept him comfortable.

You were shocked when he sat up and began loosening the bandages at his neck, tugging and unwrapping until his skin was bare. It had faded scars, likely friction from things you’d rather not think on.

It was when he removed the ones on his forearms that you realized you were holding your breath, and staring from the way Dazai began shyly closing in on himself.

You gently grabbed his wrists before he could shy away, sitting up a bit.

“You’re so beautiful..” Was all you muttered before kissing the scars at his wrists. You could’ve sworn you saw Dazai tearing up before he blinked it away, taking his wrists out from your hold before grabbing your face and kissing you again.

The kiss heated up quickly, both of you clearly a little impatient to get your hands on each other for real. Tongues danced eagerly, accompanied by the equally as eager grinding of Dazai’s hips down onto your own.

You moaned into each other’s mouths before hands began shifting toward both your boxers. You both stripped your final layers before Dazai pulled away, your lips chasing his own as he pulled you to sit higher up on the bed.

Getting right back onto your lap, he prodded his fingers at your lips, pushing past them to soak his ring and middle. It was your best bet with no.. intimate tools in the room. You couldn’t blame Ango for not thinking about that, though.

Once soaked, Dazai pulled his fingers from your mouth, lifting himself up a bit before moving his hand down between his thighs, fingers disappearing out of your view but his soft whimpers told you surely enough where they went.

While he prepped himself you pulled him back in for another kiss, distracting him from the stretch.

After a few more minutes he let out a sharper moan, having found a spot that made him see stars. He was wiggling his hips cutely by now, almost trying to get his fingers deeper. Whining when he couldn’t.

“C’mon.. I’m ready.” He pulled his fingers out, spitting in his hand a little before taking your length into his fist, coating it along with a few generous strokes.

He lifted his thighs, placing a hand behind himself to align your member to his entrance before finally, slowly sinking down onto it with a shuddering moan.

Your hands gripped onto his hips as he settled, helping him ease down at his own pace. By the time he fully sat you were both left breathing heavily.

He let himself lay on your chest for a moment, adjusting to the physical intrusion as well as the emotional weight of what was happening. You and him were finally having your first time together.

Numerous times, Dazai thought he’d have ended his own life or just died during a mission before he would ever get to have this level of intimacy with you. Despite what he says about wanting to die or asking you to join, he’s never been so thankful for life as he is in this moment. He found love.

You held him there, not in any hurry to begin. This was enough. Having him there, having this moment together. It was good enough for you.

You’d both gotten relatively close a few times but none of those times were anything like this. This was beyond lust or a fit of passion. This was love. You became the only person in the world the Dazai Osamu trusted his body with.

Soon enough he got his heart to slow down a bit, not getting over the emotional weight but able to handle it now. So, he readjusted your hands at his hips as a sign to get things going. He knew he’d need your help.

He began by rolling his hips experimentally, groaning softly to himself as he felt something other than fingers inside for once. He sped up the pace after a bit, groans turning into moans after a while.

Dazai had touched himself before (and occasionally got your help as well) but he’d never felt anything this good. Dazai always told himself he would be composed and sexy if he’d ever lived to do it with you, but right now, he couldn’t care less as his lips fell open unconsciously.

His moans weren’t loud, not yet, but they were pretty. So so pretty.

They were set lower, like his real voice when nobody was around to perform for. They were primal in the way they almost sounded forced from his chest.

When he realized how vulnerable he was being he did reel back a bit, falling into his habit of self preservation as he brought a hand over his mouth, muffling his moans into his palm.

You didn’t force him to share them, instead just using his shyness as motivation to make him forget all his fears.

You eventually helped him move on from grinding to actually bouncing. It wasn’t a lot, just cute bunny hops at most, but it took a lot out of Dazai who was now wrapping his free arm around your shoulder and hiding in your neck. You somehow got harder due to the sound of Dazai’s whimpers and muffled moans so close to your ear, allowing yourself to buck up into him now that he could take it.

That pushed a louder moan right through his fingers. You could feel him bury himself further out of embarrassment. So cute.

You could tell his legs were already growing weak, shaking with approaching fatigue. You kept helping him ride you for a while longer, but soon enough you eased him onto his back. You couldn’t possibly make him do all the work.

He was surprised at the sudden change, immediately flustered by the sight of you on top of him and bringing his hands over his face. He was so painfully cute. You were so blessed to see this side of the “demon prodigy” everyone was so afraid of.

You gently wrapped his legs around your hips before sliding your hands up onto his, slowly peeling them away from his face as you leaned in.

“Don’t hide from me, love. Ok? There’s no need. I’m not gonna judge you.” You whispered against his lips before softly kissing him to ease his pounding heart.

You then gradually got back to moving inside of him, taking the reins now so he could just relax and be pampered. He seemed to like it, moaning against your lips despite himself.

After a bit you felt his legs tighten and tremble around your waist, his voice pitching higher. “I-I… ah… Y/N… I think ‘m close…” he murmured against your lips, needing to warn you. You soon noticed you weren’t much better off, an apparent heat pooling in your abdomen.

“Me too… I’ll pull out soon, ok?” You kissed at his sweaty temple, hand gently pushing back his thick bangs so he wouldn’t overheat.

He whined a little at the idea of you pulling out but it was your first time, he wasn’t expecting you to cum in him when neither of you had protection on you. Even if you both were knowingly clean.

You knew he’d be spilling any second now when his back arched, making him break your kiss. He was so pretty with his head tilted back and his brows furrowed. You couldn’t help but look over his body one more time, admiring how beads of sweat rolled down his scarred skin, how the ends of his ribs pushed out from under his skin due to his slimness. He was so beautiful to you, even if he felt so flawed.

With just a few more thrusts, he cried out in a way you’d never heard before, thighs squeezing you as he came onto his own stomach.

His entrance was also squeezing you so deliciously, fluttering with stimulation. You couldn’t hold back much longer, only lasting a handful more thrusts before hurriedly pulling out, cumming onto his inner thighs last second. What a beautiful sight.

You both sat in silence for a good minute, panting from the physical exertion as well as emotional. You let yourself lay on his chest for a bit as you recovered, almost giving in to the comfort when you felt Dazai’s hands in your hair.

You looked over to him and smiled so affectionately. He was so beautiful with his face flushed like that. Even more beautiful when he smiled back.

He pulled you up by your face, bringing you into a kiss all over again.

This had been the worst day of his life, but you made it livable. Even for him of all people.

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And anyone you'd like.

the detective whined pathetically, his arms shaking and threatening to collapse entirely as his entire body rocked forward with each punishing snap of your hips. "y-you know... you could ah~ go slower than that!"

your sweet cow's complaint fell on deaf ears as you tugged his tail just hard enough to make him writhe and push back against you to make it stop. "nope. if we're going to get you bred, we can't do it half-assed. i thought you were smart enough to know that's not how it works, baby."

your condescending pat on his head combined with your fond chuckle like he was some dumb little pet made dazai's head spin, his brain filling with fog as if you were actually making him dumber.

"that's not... that's not what i meant..." he mumbled, a frowning pout on his face as he pushed his hips back against you weakly. suddenly, he felt the urge to help you fuck him harder to prove he wasn't stupid.

"awwww... it's okay, baby. you don’t worry your pretty little head about it and just let your owner fill your womb with cum, okay?" you cooed with a mocking edge, petting his hair and scratching his soft ears while your other hand released his tail to instead grip his hip. you had to give him a little something softer to cling onto with what little brain cells were left working in him while your hips slammed into his.

dazai's ass jiggled with each thrust of your hips. every time your cock filled his pussy to the brim, he gasped, his walls clenching around you desperately even as you were already slipping back out of him to repeat the process. he felt like his fucking brain was melting. every minute he spent like this was another minute spent making him feel like nothing more than a stock breeding cow. it wasn't your fault of course, you just wanted to fully immerse him in the experience!

that reasoning was why your hand came down hard to spank his ass as you pulled out so only your tip was penetrating his tight entrance.

he yelped cutely, making you want to spank him again but you knew that would just be mean. "what the hell was that for?!" dazai cried, looking back at you over his shoulder with watery eyes.

"in the countryside, cow hybrids aren't allowed to hit their owners with their tails." you told him easily, like you weren't on cloud nine from treating your prissy little city cow like nothing but livestock. he didn’t even realize his tail had been swishing around so hard after you let go of it.

dazai opened his mouth to retaliate, only to glance back at it and see it swishing back and forth. suddenly, his tail was tucking between his legs shyly and he turned his head back to facing forward. he didn’t feel like he had anything to say anymore. with a gentle rub to his ass, you whispered a soft, "good boy," unable to resist rewarding your sweet cow at least a little bit for taking such rough treatment so well.

moments later, dazai's arms collapsed for real on the bed and his face was buried in the pillow as his body shook with the force of each quick thrust you were giving him. he was lucky you weren't so mean as to tell him that countryside cows had to stay upright while being bred. his pussy was so wet, leaking onto the bed beneath him. hell, he was leaking more than his tits did on a heavy day--all from the feeling of your dick stretching his walls open and the tip hitting his womb.

his eyes rolled back and he mooed. he actually mooed. and that was probably the most humiliating thing about it all. his mid was falling apart so beautifully that he was reverting to his instincts of being bred and being milked. that didn’t stop his face from flushing though.

"was that a moo, my sweet cow?" you asked, your jaw falling open in shock and your cock pulsing with barely contained release. your hips slowed down, needing to prolong this moment just a little more.

dazai shook his head fervently, wishing that if his body could pick any moment to finally give in and die, it would be right now.

"yes, you did. ohhhh, my dumb little cow... do that again. moo for your owner." you told him, practically begging as you squeezed his ass, slowly moving in and out of him in a way that made his pussy clench around you tightly, urging you to go back to the brutal thrusts from before.

"...moo~..." he conceded, his body too desperate for your cum. his mind was mush now, too focused on sex and being bred to protest any demands you had.

"good cow~." you purred, your voice low and rumbling in his ear as you fucked him deep and hard, even faster than before with the newfound fuel. dazai continued to make the noise, too high on the feeling you were giving him when he did.

he hoped you'd never go back to the countryside. the thought of you doing this to some other dumb cow hybrid on the farm, doing it to all the hybrids on the farm, to impregnate them made his tummy coil with jealousy. he'd make sure you only ever wanted to breed him, even if his mind was the cost.

dazai's hands clenched around the sheets, gripping them tightly as he pushed back weakly against you, pants and soft moos mixing in with loud moans. your dick filled him up so perfectly, all he could think about was how good you fucked him, how full he'd be afterwards full of your cum, and how round his belly and tits would be if you actually got him pregnant from this.

his body gave out when he felt your cock stop against his g spot, your thumb moving to his clit to rub it and make him convulse around you while you filled him up with a stream of hot, sticky cum. you slowly pulled out of him, rubbing his hips approvingly while you stared at the white, milky liquid filling up his hole. your hands held him up by his hips just long enough for you to get a small plug to push into his dripping pussy, your thumb holding your cum inside momentarily before the rubber replaced it.

"there we go... all nice and stuffed. you did so good, my sweet cow." you whispered, petting his hair softly as you watched the way his jaw stay slack, eyes glossy with not a single thought behind him. he mooed softly, pushing back against your hand and wiggling his ass back at you a bit. oh, you absolutely broke your darling city cow. that much was for certain. but, neither of you thought you minded--if dazai could think at all that is.

a/n: idk about you guys, but personally i'm shocked it's already december. this year has felt like 2 months and 5 years all at once

the event this post is a part of (⸝⸝> ᴗ•⸝⸝)

It's sinful how loud he moans when you stop him from grabbing onto you, pinning his scrambling and twitching hands to the soft sheets of the bed he was being fucked so mercilessly on.

"Pl- Pleasheee!~" he cries out for you and calls your name soon after. His voice is broken, desperate and a clear representation of his debauched self.

The many hours he had spent under your body, receiving the mind breaking pleasure that you had to offer him had already turned his pretty little head to mush.

Oh, but he should've known better, right? Known better than to flirt with that whore at the bar. But he just couldn't get enough of your jealously filled roughness. It was truly divine, pushing his body well past its limits.

"Hic- 'm SORRY!!~♡ Re-really am- HNGH~" his voice is breaking, it's pitch is so high and whiny as he pleads for a break, for you to slow down. But he knows he doesn't really want that, he wants to be fucked brainless, turned into a stupid little slut, your stupid little slut.

Your thrusts continued their harsh pace, bullying your darling's hole just right. You kept hitting the poor thing's bruised and throbbing prostate, driving him to orgasm for the nth time that night. But.. did you give him permission? No, you didn't.

"Wuh-wait! No 'm sorry- pleashe forgive m-me! AHN!-" his little babbling apology is cut short by yet another hard thrust and another mean bite to his already tender neck. He's biting his lip as you squeeze his pretty hands tighter and pin his body down with an even firmer grip.

No matter how much the pretty thing pleads for you to stop he never uses his safe-word, only screaming out your name like its going to make you forgive him. Well.. you already have forgiven him, but were you going to pass up the opportunity to have your baby crying and begging? No, you weren't. So he's just going to have to take it for a while longer.. ♡

He’d be fresh out the shower, you’d dry his hair with his towel. “You’re not my mom.” He’d mouth off to you, just trying to start an argument. Maybe it’s because he was embarrassed, you thought. Maybe even a little insecure, not used to being cared for. But even so, the idea of him feeling any type of shame was foreign.

“Shut up and let me help you,” You scrunched up his hair in the towel, ringing it out. “You need sleep, honey.”

He’d just pout. You’d finish his hair and begin to close all the blinds and flip off all the lights. You knew he needed total darkness to sleep, it was cute, but a little strange. Almost everything about him was.

You two would finally curl up in bed together, his face shoved into the pillow as your arm encircled his torso. You’d kiss his temple, and swear you could feel his shoulders relax just the tiniest bit from it.

“… Can I have some sake before bed-” “No.”

Sneaky asshole. That was another thing you two had to work through; his drinking problem. But that was for another day. Right now, all you wanted was to pamper him.

It start out with slow back rubs, your warm hand occasionally massaging into his neck and shoulder muscles. He sighed. You eventually snuck your hand up under his shirt, scratching his back. You’d kiss felt a few scars, probably from fights, or maybe even self inflicted (another thing to work past). He was surprisingly quiet, not his usual chatter-box self. You took it as a sign that he liked this.

You couldn’t tell exactly when he fell asleep, but you both eventually did. You’d wake up, hand still tucked under his shirt, the softest of sunlight beaming through the window, lying on his pale skin.

But he didn’t like it, and whined. “Ugh, close the blinds…” You gave in immediately, getting up to throw some blankets over the window.

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