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osarina · 11 months ago

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ᡣ𐭩 EAT IT 'TIL YOUR TEETH ROT!

FEATURING: dazai osamu, fyodor dostoevsky, nikolai gogol, suehiro tecchou & jouno saigiku, nakahara chuuya

SUMMARY: oral with the bsd boys! (wordcount: 4k; ņsfw; fem!reader; lowercase intentional/notes app smut ahaha; more warnings at the start of each section!)

AUTHOR'S NOTES: plsss someone help me with this divider issue i beg, why can't i use dividers on my fics (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ i got carried away on chuuya's <.<

DAZAI OSAMU

fem!receiving, edging (650 wc)

your breath is shaky, eyes sliding shut as your thighs tremble, keeping them spread apart. one buck of your hips, your thighs clamping down around his head, even letting a moan spill from your lips, and you would lose.

dazai is having the time of his life. you can feel the way his lips curl up into a wide smile against your cunt, the tip of his tongue tracing circles between your folds. you long to bury your hand in his dark curls and force him down between your thighs, burying his face between your folds, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction of winning again.

your breath catches as he flicks his tongue over your clit, lips parting in a silent moan. but instead of keeping the pressure on, dazai pulls back, brown eyes peering up at you through his lashes, deceptively innocent.

“did you say something?” he asks, leaning his cheek against your inner thigh as he watches you.

“osamu,” you warn, but your tone was far less threatening than you intend for it to be considering you’re breathless and it’s tinged with an embarrassing amount of neediness.

“bella,” he coos, “you’re making this so difficult for us both. just agree, and we’ll both get to feel good, yeah?”

difficult for us both, you want to scoff at his words. you can see the sick enjoyment thinly veiled beneath the faux-sympathy—he’s enjoying this, watching you squirm as he edges you over and over again, and that pisses you off even more.

but there isn’t much more of this you can take. your head feels hazy and your vision is blurry—if you look to the clock sitting on his desk, you know it would say it’s nearly seven o’clock, the sun setting long ago. the two of you have been at an impasse for nearly an hour now and-

“fine!” you spit out as dazai’s warm breath ghosts over your cunt again. “fine, i’ll do your goddamn paperwork, you lazy piece of-“

dazai doesn’t even hesitate, pressing his open mouth back against your cunt and sliding his tongue between your folds. this time, you let your thighs clamp down around his head and your hand fly down to grip his dark locks, pressing his face down impossibly closer against you as your back arches up off his desk.

dazai moans shamelessly against you, hands coming up to hold your thighs as he buries his face into your cunt, fucking his tongue deep into you once before sliding up to focus on your clit.

dazai is exceptionally good at using his tongue—usually, he uses it for nefarious means, like talking circles around kunikda until the man gets frustrated enough to storm off or antagonizing chuuya to the point of the port mafia executive erupting, but every once in a while, he puts it to good use.

like now.

you think it should be humiliating how quickly your hips are stuttering against his face, how you’re so quickly breathing out his name, how your mind becomes muddled and empty of anything but the feeling of his hands and his tongue, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

“osamu,” you gasp. “osamu, i’m close, i’m-“

dazai sucks gently at your clit, teeth grazing the sensitive bud, and you’re gone. your jaw falls slack and your stomach tightens, hips jerking up and thighs tightening, as you come undone on his tongue.

he lets you ride out the waves of your high, tongue lazily sliding beneath your folds as he laps up all of your cum, careful not to let a single drop go to waste.

as soon as you‘ve mostly settled down, heart still racing and ears still ringing, he leans back.

his eyes are lidded and his cheeks are flushed pink, lips swollen and wet—utterly debauched as he stared up at you.

“one day, you’ll let me die between these thighs, bella.”

•••

FYODOR DOSTOEVSKY

male!receiving (850 wc)

you smile softly as you press a soft kiss to the tip of his cock, relishing in the way it instinctively jumps at your touch, reacting in a way that the cool and collected man above you certainly will not.

fyodor’s long, thin fingers toy with your hair as you nuzzle your nose into his thigh. he’s more focused on the computer screens in front of him that gives him a bird’s eye view of the events happening yokohama, but every once in a while you can feel the way his fingers pause in their ministrations, proving that you have a bit more of his attention than he’d care to admit.

“fedya,” you murmur, glancing up at him from where you’re kneeling but he barely spares you a glance, frowning at something on the screen.

you sigh dramatically, turning your attention back to where you had managed to free his cock from its confines. you never thought you’d describe a cock as pretty before you saw his for the first time, but it is. it stands tall and pale with a pretty, leaky pink tip that you can never stop yourself from poking at with your tongue, a vein on its underside that you can never stop yourself from tracing.

you hum softly as you lean in again to do just that, letting the tip of your tongue trace up the underside of his cock along the vein before letting your lips close gently around the tip of his cock, flattening your tongue against the beading precum.

fyodor’s thighs tense beneath your hands. your eyes gleam, peeking up to see him glancing down at you, an unreadable look in his purple eyes.

he doesn’t tell you to stop. so you don’t.

reverting your attention back to the job at hand, you let your eyes flutter shut as you take fyodor deeper into your mouth, lips sliding down his cock. your eyes water a bit as your throat adjusts to the stretch—taking fyodor all the way down your throat is always a struggle—but you hear the quiet noise that slips from his lips and immediately, you’re blessed with a newfound willpower because fyodor dostoevsky’s moans might be the prettiest sound in the whole world, and the rarest, but you are determined to hear them tonight.

“temptress,” you hear him sigh. “i indulge in you far too much.”

your hands slide against his thighs as you shift on your knees to get a better angle, and you feel his fingers slide against your hair, caressing you in a way that makes you want to melt into him.

you force your eyes back open as you lift your head up, watching as he tilts his head back, lips parted in a silent moan. you kiss up his length messily, and you think that you could spend an eternity on your knees in front of him worshipping his cock if it meant you’d be blessed with the symphony of his soft, breathy moans and gasps.

sinking your mouth back down around him, your tongue teases his slit before swirling around his length. you feel his cock twitch in your mouth, hips bucking slightly—and you know he’s close. you take him all the way down your throat, only sheer willpower stopping you from gagging around his length, but your efforts prove worthwhile when you hear a choked, obscene moan escape fyodor’s lips at the sudden feeling of your tight throat spasming around him.

his thighs tense again, fingers pressing just a bit more firmly against the back of your head as he spills his cum down your throat with no warning. you hum around him, swallowing every drop before pulling off of his cock with a pop, tongue darting out to lick your lips as you look up at him.

his expression is fond, if not a little flushed as he holds his hand out to you, beckoning you to join him on his chair.

you take his hand, letting him help you up from the floor and into his lap, and you shudder when you feel his cock slide against your panties as you settle against his chest, still half hard. you move to try to subtly grind your hips but his hands snap to your waist firmly, keeping you still.

he clicks his tongue in a chiding manner. “insatiable,” he murmurs, cool lips grazing your neck as he leans down to brush them against your skin. “but you have to wait this time, things are finally getting… interesting.”

you turn your head to the side to look over your shoulder at him, noticing that he’s watching one of the upper screens with rapt fascination. following his gaze, you see a timer counting down from two minutes, and his finger hovering over a button that you know will override the cancellation command should it be hit.

you lay your head down against his shoulder and mourn, because you think this is going to be the longest two minutes of your life.

•••

NIKOLAI GOGOL

fem!receiving, a bit of blood play and pain play, nikolai is so debauched & i love it (850 wc)

nikolai buries his face between your thighs like a man whose been starved for weeks. he’s sloppy, rough, ravenous. he bites your inner thighs so hard that you bleed, and then he licks it up, face smeared with a depraved mixture of spit, cum and blood.

your breath is shaky as he looks up at you with eyes that are so wide and adoring that it almost looks unfitting on such a crude scene. you reach down, fingers grazing his cheek, and he leans into your touch so instinctually that it makes you want to pull him up and devour him yourself—but instead, you press two fingers to his lower lip and watch as he takes them into his mouth, making a show of lewdly sucking them, eyes fluttering shut and tongue swirling around the digits. you press down hard on his tongue and he moans, high-pitch and whiny, hips instinctively jerking to grind against the bed.

pulling your fingers back from his lips, nikolai doesn’t hesitate as he drops his head back down between your thighs. you let out a breathy sigh as he licks back along the bite on your thigh, lapping up the blood that had spilled while he was sucking your fingers.

your head falls back against your pillow as nikolai drags open mouthed kisses up your thigh to your cunt, eyelids heavy and lips parting. you gasp, feeling nikolai’s tongue sweep between your folds.

the grip he has on your thighs borders on painful, and you know you’ll have marks in the shape of his fingerprints decorating them in the morning, but it feels good—the bruising grip, the stinging wound on your inner thigh, the feeling of his tongue circling your clit and his lips sliding against your cunt. he’s so messy, so eager, that you can barely think straight.

your fingers twist the sheets beneath you, back arching up off the bed as your hips jerk when nikolai sucks your clit—always playing the dangerous game with his teeth as he lets them graze the sensitive bud, just enough to let a shock run through your body.

he moans against you, loud and obscene as one of your hands fly from the bed to his hair while the other swings to cover your mouth, muffling the noise that nearly slipped through your lips.

a mistake, of course, because nikolai’s instantly reaching up to grab your wrist, pinning it down to the bed next to you. he doesn’t look up at you, too focused on fucking his tongue deep inside of you, nose nudging your clit. your thighs instinctively tighten around his head and you glance down when you hear him let out another muffled groan, this one even more whiny than the last, taking on a lilt that it only takes when he’s close to release, you can tell even with his face buried in your cunt.

“oh, fuck,” you breathe out, eyes widening when you see nikolai grinding his hips against the bed, desperate and erratic, trying to get himself off in time with you.

the sight of it sends a shock through your body, a gasp escaping your lips as you press the back of your head into the pillow, lashes fluttering and thighs trembling on either side of his head. you can feel heat spread through you like a wildfire, your hips instinctively jerking up to grind hard against his face. your wrist strains against his ironclad grip, squirming as his tongue drags in and out of your cunt over and over again.

he pants against you, wanton and shameless, hips snapping against the bed faster, each thrust timed perfectly with his tongue plunging in and out of you. your vision feels blurry and your thigh muscles burn as he tongue fucks you closer and closer to release.

you try to tell him that you’re close, head falling to the side and saliva pooling at the corner of your lips—your head feels foggy and your body feels hit. the lewd sound of his moans and the creaking of the bed and the sloppy, wet sound of his tongue driving in and out of you, swiping up between your folds, flicking over your clit, it’s all too much for you. you can’t keep up. you’re pretty sure the warning comes out as a garbled slur of incomprehensible words.

your entire body seizes when you cum, thrashing in his hold, your free hand flying up to grab the pillow behind your head as you cry out his name. distantly, you realize that he must have cum too, you can feel the way his hips still against the bed after one last frantic thrust, you can hear the pornographic moans muffled against your cunt—god, he’s shameless, you think again as you lay limp against the bed, reeling from your intense orgasm.

in your half-dazed state, you feel nikolai rest his cheek you thigh and say: “quiz time!” and you swear you might just suffocate him down there next time.

•••

JOUNO SAIGIKU & SUEHIRO TECCHOU

male!receiving, face fucking, jouno's a bit mean & guides you through it, 'princess' pet name (600 wc)

“that as deep as you can go?”

jouno has the nerve to sound disappointed as you struggle to take tecchou’s cock down your throat. you want to glare at him, or spit out a vile string of words that would put his mouth to shame, but you can barely even breathe with your lips and throat being stretched like this.

your nails are biting into tecchou’s tense thighs as you try to keep yourself steady, and you can hear the man breathing heavy above you, his own fingers digging into the edge of the bed he’s sitting on as if he’s afraid to touch you.

you can’t even bring yourself to look up at him, focused on trying to take tecchou deeper because the last thing you want is to give jouno something else to lord over your head.

“c’mon, princess.” the sweet pet name sounds so degrading and insulting the way jouno says it. you hear his heels clicking against the floor as he makes his way over to the two of you, dread builds in the pit of your stomach as you feel his familiar, thin fingers entangle in your hair, pressing gently against the back of your head. “i taught you better than this.”

“jouno-“ tecchou tries to say. you hardly have a chance to relish in how utterly broken the strongest hunting dog sounds above you, voice breathy and cracking over your boyfriend’s name, because in an instant, jouno’s fingertips are digging into the back of your scalp as he pushes your head down hard, forcing your nose to tecchou’s pelvis.

your throat spasms at the sudden intrusion, choking and gagging, trying to pull off but jouno’s far too strong for that to be successful. tears spill over your cheeks and your body trembles as you try to adjust but you can’t because tecchou let’s out a strangled gasp as his hips jerk up instinctually, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat hard.

you can’t breathe, you realize, panicked as black dots swarm your vision. you try to reach back and slap off jouno’s arm but that only spurs him on more. he pulls your head back, making you think he’s going to give you a bit of relief, only to push it back down instantly. cruel. he’s always so cruel.

your nails drag against tecchou’s thighs, leaving deep red lines in their wake as you struggle to remain conscious. you feel pricks and pins all over your body, your head feels fuzzy.

distantly, you can hear tecchou’s obscene moans and garbled words and you wish you have more awareness because you want to be able to remember this. it’s not everyday you have the meteor slasher crumbling beneath your touch and god knows when, or if, jouno will let this happen again.

it feels like it’s been an eternity and a second all at once when tecchou’s hips finally stutter and still against your mouth, spilling his cum deep down your throat. you barely even hear his choked warning before the warm, thick liquid is coating the inside of your throat.

you struggle to swallow, and you think you must look disgusting as jouno finally lets you lift your head from tecchou’s cock and you crumple against his leg, clutching at the red material of his pants to try and hold yourself up—but tecchou looks at you with such a devoted expression that it makes you hot and flustered, and jouno’s fingers are carding gently through your hair as if to make up for the roughness.

“lay down.” you hear him say to tecchou, voice sharp and commanding. “now it’s her turn.”

•••

NAKAHARA CHUUYA

male & fem!receiving (69), face fucking, 'doll' and 'baby' pet name (1.1k wc)

you aren’t sure how chuuya managed to convince you to do this.

your thighs tremble on either side of his head, straining to not drop all of your weight on his face as you lean forward over his lithe body, lips hovering above his cock. you feel him pinch your outer thigh hard and you yelp, body jerking instinctively.

“c’mon, doll,” chuuya coos, trying to coax you into lowering your hips so that you’re sitting on his face, rubbing your thighs soothingly. “you know i can handle it. relax.”

his tone is soft, but you can hear the edge to it, almost as if he sounds insulted over the fact that you don’t trust in his capabilities and you would roll your eyes if you weren’t so nervous.

“i don’t want to suffocate you,” you snap at him, thigh muscles already burning painfully.

“don’t piss me off.” chuuya’s temper finally starts to waver after five minutes of trying to make you relax. his words are biting, as if your fears are utterly ludicrous. “stop holding yourself up or i’ll make you stop.”

“chuuya,” you complain, a bit more pathetically this time.

chuuya doesn’t even deign you with a response this time. you gasp when you feel his arms hook around your thighs, toned biceps tensing as he physically forces you down on his face. your eyes shoot open, lips parting in a silent moan when he immediately buries his face into your cunt, tongue licking a blazing stripe between your folds.

“chuuya,” you cry when you feel his lips close around your clit, rolling the sensitive bud between his teeth gently.

chuuya hums around you, the vibrations making your abdomen coil and your hips unconsciously grind down against his face. he jerks his hips up, as if he’s impatient, and you vaguely remember what you’re supposed to be doing, laying a wet, open-mouthed kiss against his length.

you can hardly think straight as chuuya’s tongue swirls around your clit, heat spreading through your body rapidly. it takes three attempts, but you’re finally able to wrap your lips around the tip of chuuya’s cock, the familiar taste of his precum overwhelming your senses.

you try to focus on sliding your lips down his length—a difficult endeavor considering chuuya is evidently doing his best to make it impossible for you with how he plunges his tongue into your hole, one hand sliding up your thigh so he can press his thumb against your clit.

your head feels light and airy, and with a bit of diluted horror, you realize you might be close to cumming already—with the taste of chuuya on your tongue, the sound of him groaning against you, the feel of his tongue and fingers working deftly to bring you closer to release, it’s almost too much for your body to handle.

you don’t even realize that you’re barely sucking him off until chuuya gets impatient, this time snapping his hips up so abruptly that he drives his cock halfway down your throat. your eyes shoot open, a muffled moan spilling from your lips at the unexpected action, because chuuya is hardly ever forceful when you give him head, always letting you take the lead.

“fuck,” chuuya breathes out, gasping as he kisses your thigh, panting for air before he dives right back in. “you liked that, didn’t you? want me to fuck your face, baby? felt you tighten ‘round my tongue.”

you don’t respond—can’t really. chuuya’s hips snap up again, forcing his cock deeper down your throat, your lips flush to his pelvis, his tip shoved down the back of your throat. you gag around him, tears spilling over your cheeks as your nails dig into his thighs, trying to adjust to his length stretching you.

“so fucked out already that you can’t even do one job,” he sighs softly, lifting his head to ghost his lips back against your clit, your entire body shivers as you let out a muffle sob around his cock. “s’okay, doll, i’ll do all the work.”

he hardly gives you a second to process his words, not that you’d be able to even if he did give you the time. you’re choking over him as he thrusts his hips up again, fingers digging into your ass cheeks as he drags you back down so he can smother himself in your cunt.

your head feels foggy—you’re not sure if it’s from lack of air and the feeling his cock bullying your throat and his hips rutting against your face, or if it’s from the way chuuya’s tongue is drawing circles around your clit so quickly that you can barely keep up, dragging between your folds to fuck deep inside of you before repeating the process over and over and over again.

you’re so gone. you’re so gone, you can’t think straight, your body feels like its on fire, thighs straining around his head, chuuya is moaning against you, thrusts erratic and frenzied as he chases his release. you’re still sputtering around him, your face must be a mess of drool and cum, and you think you might be cumming already, you can’t tell, you’re trying to focus on getting him off but he wasn’t lying when he said he’d do all of the work, you can scarcely even flatten your tongue along the vein that runs on the underside of his cock.

you don’t need to though, because the moment chuuya feels you moaning his name around his cock with your cum staining the lower half of his face, his hips stutter and still against your face, cumming so deep down your throat that you genuinely think you might drown in it.

you should pull off of him, you’re struggling to breathe through your nose, your vision is spotty, but your limbs won’t cooperate with you, laying limp on—you wonder if you’re about to pass out.

luckily, chuuya still seems to have enough sense for the both of you.

he reaches down, hands wrapping around your waist so he can twist you around so that you’re laying comfortably on his chest. still desperately trying to recover from your orgasm, you settle against him, listening to the steady thrum of his heart as you try to ground yourself.

“see, baby.” his chest rumbles gently as he speaks lowly, a comforting familiarity, you’re still so out of it that you find yourself starting to dose off. you can hear the soft smile on his face as he tilts his head down to ghost his lips against your hair. “not so bad, was it? don’t be so nervous next time.”

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coolyiooo · 1 year ago

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BSD Men : Sitting On Their Face

Pairings: Dazai, Ranpo , Fyodor, Atsushi, Chuuya, and Sigma

❗WARNINGS❗: SMUT, MDNI, oral, twitching, throbbing, moaning, whimpering, begging, rounds, scratching, biting, praise, sadism and etc

🖤DAZAI🖤

Hes been begging and pleading for you to sit on his face for the whole day and you agreed to stop his whining. You knew he just wanted to do it because he would see it as a good way to suffocate and die, but you'll make sure to not make that happen.

You were both on the bed and you had just your bra on while Dazai had his underwear on. He was lying on his back while you were sitting on his face. Your thighs were right by his face and his hands were on your waist. Your hands were clutching tightly onto the headboard while he thrusted his warm tongue into you. He moaned against your cunt and clit which only vibrated against you. He loved your taste and seemed to be really enjoying himself. He looked up at up to see your pleasured face and your beautiful body as he sucked and licked your pussy.

You were moaning while one hand was clenching onto the headboard and the other was pulling Dazai's hair, which only made him moan louder against your clit. He put his hands on your hips to help you lower yourself more and completely sit on him. You gasped as he tried doing this and raised your hips higher, making him whine softly.

"I told you to not do that. I don't want to suffocate you" you panted

"I want to taste you more~ and it would be the best way to go...to be strangled by these soft thighs and cunt of my belladonna~" he chuckles softly while looking up at you and sucking on your clit gently.

You moaned softly "no"

"What if I promise you that I'll let you know when I can't breath?" He kisses your thighs. He still looks up at you, but this time with pleading eyes.

"You know I always keep my promises with you~" he bites your thighs gently with a smirk

"Fine...I trust you" you were still unsure, but you believe him

He sighs in satisfaction "fuck yeah~"

He then forcefully brings your hips completely down on him and moans loudly as he thrusts his tongue into you. This feeling was better than before and you unconsciously rocked your hips back and force slowly.

This made him moan more. He made your hips rock back and forth more quickly. He was getting so turned on that he also began to thrust his hips into nothing. He knew you were close so he flicked your clit quickly with a bit of pressure. Your arched your back as your muscles slowly relaxed more. You lowered yourself completely on his face just like he wanted. He moaned and whimper loudly. He could barely breath, but that wasn't gonna stop him flicking your clit quickly.

After a couple more seconds with his warm tongue on your clit, you came on his face while moaning and twitching. Your thighs trembling against his face gently. He was so turned on that he came in his underwear too. He whimpered loudly and gripped tightly onto your thighs while digging his nails into them. You were breathing heavily and tried to calm down from your high. After you came down from your high, your realized that you were still sitting on Dazai.

You gasped as you remembered and got off of him to let him breath. You looked down at him with a worried expression, but he was smiling genuinely and panting.

"That was amazing~ I thought I was gone for a second...we should do that all the time, Bella~" he chuckled

You pinched his cheek aggressively, making him yelp in pain "you told me that you'd tell me when you couldn't breath! We're never doing that again" you seemed annoyed and a little mad.

He pouted "but, bella~" he whined while hugging you and nuzzling into your neck

You rolled your eyes "just don't scare me like that...next time we'll just be more careful" He sighs "fine" he then smirks and looks at you "you taste amazing by the way, bella~"

💚RANPO💚

You two do this very often since Ranpo loves doing it. He might honestly be addicted to it. He just loves how your soft thighs are by his face and how they twitch often. He loves how you squirm and moan from the pleasure he's giving you. He loves how you clench his hair, but most of all, he loves how you taste and cant get enough of it. He usually keeps going even after you cum a couple of times.

You were sitting on his face as he skillfully licks your wet cunt with a pleasured face and blushed cheeks. Your hands were on the headboard to keep yourself balanced on something while his hands were on your thighs, caressing and squeezing them gently. he's been overstimulating you since he doesn't want to stop.

"So good~ so sweet~ mmn~!" He whimpers against your pussy

You were trembling so much "R-Ranpo- ah~ Its too much~" you whimper

He looks at you with pleading eyes "Please? I can't get enough of you~ mmn~! I need more~"

You can never say no to him when he looks at you like that but you were being overstimulated "I can't go on any longer~"

"Please~? One more? You look so cute like this~" he begs

You sigh and nod as he continues to eat you out. He moans and whimpers loudly against your clit which only vibrates against it. He made sure to slide his tongue deep inside you as far as he can to taste more of you and make you feel better. There was a tent in his pants thats already soaked from his precum. His cock was Throbbing aggressively inside his boxers since he was so turned on right now. Your moans and trembling was about to make him cum alone.

He then moved his tongue faster to make you cum again. He needed to taste your climax and needed you to do it on his face. His tongue moved in almost a desperate pace. You moaned loudly and clenched his hair. He whimpered against your clit and you finally hit your limit. You moaned loudly as you came on him and arched your back. He whimpered loudly and came in his boxers from how aroused he was at the sight, taste, and sensation.

He was panting heavily as you got off of him and laid down next to him "That was amazing~ you taste so sweet, sugar~" he smiled brightly.

He was hugging you tightly as you breathed heavily "You always say 'one more' but you never mean it" you panted.

"Your taste is so addictive. I can't help myself" he nuzzled into your neck like a child. He then Smirks "I don't ever leave you unsatisfied though, right?"

You blush and sighed while looking away. You shook your head 'no'. He smiled in a prideful manner "That's what I thought~"

💜FYODOR💜

Surprisingly he was the one that wanted to do it and of coursed your agreed. You wouldn't have thought he would suggest it but your not complaining. Little did you know why he suggested it was because he just wanted to see you break with just his tongue and he would be getting a good view when doing so.

Here you both were on the bed and you sitting in his face. His hair was tangled and messed up because of how much you've been clenching it. He didn't mind it at all if anything he loved the feeling of his hair being pulled by you in such an intimate situation. His hands were on your hips to keep you still since you were squirming. He was pretty talented with his tongue and he knew how to use it on your wet cunt.

He looked up at you as you were moaning and trembling from how impressive his tongue worked on you. He had a smile on his face "You look so voluptuous in this angle, moya lyubov~"

You couldn't really respond and didn't even know how to respond to that comment. You blushed and clenched tighter on his hair which only made him release a low moan as he smiled pridefully "So defenseless, vulnerable, and adorable~ I love it~" he said as your thighs trembled in-between his face.

"Your such a sadist~" you groaned softly

Your comment only made him smirk more and flick his tongue faster on your clit. You moaned and trembled more as you felt your climax reaching at a fast pace.

"Your close aren't you, Myshka~? Mmn~ look at me~" he said as he looked up at you and you looked down at him with an overwhelming expression.

He made eye contact with you as he sucked on your clit while using his tongue to circle around it quickly. You came aggressively on his tongue with a loud moan and quivering intensely. He was completely aroused by this sight and all he could do was just dig his nails into your hips and moan deeply. He wanted more. He wanted to see you break even more.

"Why do you taste extraordinary~? Perhaps one more round wouldn't hurt~" he gently sucked on your clit more

You gasped and whimpered "Ngh~! F-Fedya, it's too much~" your body trembled more

"How can I stop when you look so cute and taste so good~? Just one more time, lyubov~" he smirked and shoved his tongue into your sensitive cunt.

"I-im- ah~! overstimulating~" you whimpered \

He smile brightly with pride and caressed your thighs up and down to tease you more. He didn't stop his tongue from moving, if anything, he went faster. He really did like how you tasted "I love it when you lose yourself completely because of me~ so just let me live this moment for awhile longer, okay Myshka~?"

💙ATSUSHI💙

You two were on bed about to get intimate when suddenly you suggested the idea to him. He widen his eyes and blushed when he imagined it in his head, but he nodded and said yes. He could never say no to you and it's not like he hated the idea, he just didn't know what to expect from this experience. He laid down on his back as you wrapped your legs around his shoulders and face to sit on him.

The feeling of you all over him was remarkable and the way you tasted was wonderful to him. He was closing his eyes to embrace the feeling of your twitching, warm thighs around him. His tongue thrusted inside you deeply and switching to flicking your clit gently. Your moaning were only making him feel excited and made him squeeze your thighs gently.

He looked up at you and blushed from the sight "You look so beautiful~" he mumbled against your cunt which vibrated on your clit

You sighed and moaned as you gently clenched his hair "Your doing amazing~ mmn~ it feels so good~"

He was starting to lose his mind a little. He was liking this experience way more than he thought he would. He brought your hips down closer to his face and lifted his head gently to be in complete contact with your cunt. His tongue went deeper inside of you almost as if he was desperate to taste more you. His tongue was warm and making you tremble more. You moaned more louder and tighten your grip on his hair. You gripping on his hair was making him more aroused and his pants tighter. He moaned a lot, making your clit and cunt feel vibrations against them and making the pleasure even better.

"Ah~! A-Atsushi~" you arched your back while moaning loudly

When you moaned his name, it only made him be more rough. It was like he was becoming addicted to you completely. He squeezed your thighs and waist since he was feeling turned on by the situation as well. There's nothing more that turns him on than being able to satisfy you. "You taste a-amazing~ mmn~! I'm sorry I can't control- ngh~"

The way his tongue teased you was like it was his last meal. He moved his tongue into you desperate to get a taste of you. You were at your limit now. You held onto his hair tightly and moaned "Ngh~ I can't- I'm gonna- ah~ c-cum~"

A few more seconds of his tongue circling around your clit and you came all over his tongue with a loud moan. Your thighs and cunt throbbing on his face and your moans made him cum with you. He whimpered loudly and dug his nails into your waist.

You were both panting and twitching against each other from the intense orgasms you both just experienced. He looked up at you and smiled tiredly. His hands were still on your waist, but they were no longer squeezing you "C-can we do that again? Of course, if you want to" he panted slightly

You widen your eyes a bit. Your heart slowly down "You like it that much?"

He nods and looks away embarrassed with blushed cheeks "y-yeah, I enjoyed it"

How could you say no to your sweet boyfriend? It felt amazing as well so you wouldn't mind. It's a good thing he loved this experience. You smiled kindly "Alright then...please keep going"

His eyes shine with gratitude and happiness as he gently brought your hips towards his lips again. His tongue gently and slowly licking your cunt again to not overwhelm you too much.

You moaned softly and his eyes had a lustful gaze "Mmn~ I r-really like this~ just tell me if it's too much for you, ok?"

🧡CHUUYA🧡

You were the one that suggested it first. Chuuya was first surprised, but then he smirked slightly and agreed to it. Of course he would agree to this. So here you two were on the bed with you on his face. He was loving every second of this experience. The warmth of your body all over his face was addicting. Your legs wrapped around his shoulders and your thighs by his face as you shake from the euphoric sensation he was giving you. Your moans were music to his ears. The way you messed up his hair from pulling on it. The way he could see your whole body from this angle.

He smiled slightly as he tried to push his tongue as deep as he can into your throbbing pussy. Your taste was enough to get him hard and throb in his pants.

He looked at you at awe As you arched your back and moaned "Wow, your so fucking breathtaking~"

Your legs involuntarily squeeze his head gently from the ecstasy you were feeling which only made him chuckle softly and moan lowly. "Does it feel that good~? Ngh~ Your so cute when I feel your legs quiver~"

You whimpered and closed your eyes "It feels amazing~"

He smirked slightly "I can tell, doll~ god, why do you taste sweet, huh~? Your just asking for me to be addicted"

He used his ability to make you push deeper into his face which only made the pleasure stronger and unbearable for you. It didn't help that as he was using his ability, he used his hands to caress your whole body. He caressed your rear, back, stomach and chest. He was driving you insane and you were close to cumming. You whimpered loudly which only made him use his tongue in a quick pace. You clenched his hair tightly, making him groan against your clit. His groan vibrating on it.

You couldn't bear the pleasure anymore "Agh~! I-im about to~!"

"Hold it for just a bit longer, doll~ I want to taste you more~" he moved his tongue more slowly

You were breathing heavily "B-but I don't know if- ah~! I can~" you were quivering aggressively

"Please, doll~? I don't want this to end so soon~" he said as he caressed and squeezed your thighs gently.

You just nodded to respond to his question making his eyes brighten up with excitement. He sucked on your clit gently and used his tongue flick it slowly. You were a whimpering mess and gripping harshly on his hair.

He moaned "I can't get enough of you, darling~ ngh~ my God~"

He began to caress your whole body again and squeezing gently when he touched your rear, chest, and thighs. Your body was perfect in his eyes so of course he'd treat you in the best condition. The sensation was too much for you to handle. You closed your eyes shut and moaned loudly

Your thighs trembling violently against his face "I can't anymore- Chuuya~!"

You then came all over his tongue as your whimpered. The sight was too much for him to bear, so he groaned and came inside his pants. His nails digging into your thighs and your hair pulling on his hair. The pleasure was amazing and like a heaven on earth.

You were both panting and throbbing as you calmed down. You laid down next to him while your body was feeling tired. He pull you close to him as he kissed your forehead with a soft smile.

"Aren't I a lucky man...your so lewd yet adorable, doll~" You blushed and were too tired to speak. So all you did was rest your head on his chest and close your eyes. He widen his eyes slightly, but the. Quickly hugged you tightly.

He closed his eyes and sighed in satisfaction "I really am a lucky man"

💛SIGMA💛

You were the one that wanted to try it out and he blushed a lot when you told him what you wanted to do, but he agreed. When he agreed, he didn't have high expectations for it for himself but little did he know that he would love it. You were both on the couch and you sat on his face. Your hands gripped tightly on the couch cushions and his luscious hair. He was using his tongue to flick and tease your clit and cunt. You were moaning and whimpering from the pleasure he was giving you.

"Does it feel good, dear?" He looks up at you for confirmation

"Yeah~ ah~ your doing amazing~" you moaned softly

You begin to move your hips slightly which only made the sensation feel even better. Your legs trembled more and he felt how aggressive your trembling was on your thighs that was on his face and shoulders. The feeling was provocative.

"Mmn~ It feels nice when you tremble, dear" he moans softly

You blushed and moaned more from the comment. From this angle, He thought you looked so erotic. He was becoming aroused.

"Do you like it when I do this~?" He then sucked on your clit gently and moved his tongue in a fast circular motion.

Your eyes widen as you gasped. You whimpered loudly "Ah~! Y-yes~"

You clenched his hair tightly which made him groan against your clit. The vibration from his groan to your clit made the pleasure even better. The way your legs were trembling, the sight, your taste, your moans and you clenching his hair was making this experience pleasurable. He was starting to loose control and become addicted to this feeling. You moaned louder as he moved his tongue faster

"You look so beautiful, dear~ ngh~ your taste is... intoxicating~" he moaned softly

He wanted to taste you more and make you more over the edge. He grabbed your hips and brought them lower to his face as he used his tongue in a more rough pace. The sensation was better than before and you moaned louder as you felt your release approaching. His hands were gripping tightly onto your flesh to keep your hips still.

"Too good~ mmn~! I'm gonna cum~" you moaned as you then instantly came on his tongue and your whole body shivered.

He looked at your face as you came on him. The way you cum aroused him so much, he almost came just from the sight. As your were calming down from your high and breathing heavily, he was panting slightly "That was...i enjoyed that more than I thought" he smiled softly.

You raised your brows and smirked slightly "You liked it?"

He chuckled softly "Yes, dear...i can get used to this"

He then suddenly felt the urge to do this all over again. He didn't want this to end so soon. He looked up at you with a small blush "Maybe just one more taste, dear?"

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chuuyasheaven · 8 months ago

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Lovely wife on the surface, freak under the sheets !! (Fyodor, Dazai, Chuuya)

TAGS. F. Dostoevsky, D. Osamu, C. Nakahara (separately) / Wife! Fem! Reader, p in v, oral sex, Fyodor’s might not be as spicy as the other two, masturbating (Fyodor), teasing, pet names, slight praise and degrading, slight brat taming (Fyodor, Chuuya), breeding kink (Chuuya), mentions of getting prego (Chuuya), might have grammar errors, etc.

NOTES. First two finals were good, yesterday in the english one, there was a task of writing a story and guess what I did? I wrote a cringy angsty soukoku fan fic 😭 but yeah small Drabble to feed y’all pookies!!!

F. DOSTOEVSKY

Everyone thinks you and Fyodor are a good match, because look at you! His pretty little wife who does everything she’s told, never thinking of saying ‘no’ to her husband.

But sometimes, you like being a little disobedient just to get punished by him. So that’s why you probably were fingering yourself, the cold wedding ring adding more to the pleasure. When Fyodor caught you, your legs were spread and your wet cunt was on display for him, so he obviously knew that you let yourself get caught on purpose.

“Such a naughty little wife, hm?”, Fyodor hummed as he slowly let his finger drag across your wet folds, picking up your wetness. “My, my, look at how wet you are, darling. Couldn’t even wait for me to come back, no? You know your fingers aren’t good as mine.”, he was right, his pale, long slender fingers could reach spots you never could on your own. “I know, but you took so long!!”, you whined, “Please help me out, Fedya.”, Fyodor chuckled, two fingers, going around your dripping cunt to avoid it. “I don’t know, a naughty wife who doesn’t follow her husbands orders shouldn’t get the pleasure they crave.”, wasn’t he right though? He specifically told you not to pleasure yourself when he wasn’t around, didn’t he?

“C’mon, Fedya, please!”, you begged him, moving around to get his fingers to touch your cunt at least once. “So desperate, aren’t we?”, he teased, a smirk making it on his face. “I’ll never do it again, promise. . You were gone for too long and I just missed you! Please, please, please, Fedya! Need your fingers in me.”, aw that’s cute, maybe he should give in to your pleas? “Do you think you deserve it, my dear?”, you better not lie and say something he didn’t wanna hear. “No but I’ll make it up to you! I will earn it.”, Fyodor really didn’t think of this answer, but went with it either way. “You’re gonna earn it?”, you nodded and sat up. “Promise.”, He was satisfied with that.

“Then come and earn it, love.”

D. OSAMU

Dazai wasn’t the possessive type, but when it came to you, his wife, then he might be. Especially when a man was flirting with you, even though you clearly have a ring on your finger! Luckily for you, Dazai was with you when this happened earlier. All that happened because of the dress you had on, a dress which was hugging your figure nicely, hell, if he didn’t know any better he would be flirting with you too!

Well, bless the heavens and the above for catching you before anyone else did, because you feel way too good than you should, he also had the privilege of ripping the very same dress of off you.

“You look way too sexier than you should, ‘donna.”, Dazai was working his tongue on your cunt, sending light vibrations to it by talking to you. You just nodded, being a little spent because this was going on for two rounds straight. “Oh, so you agree?”, he asks you, his hot breath moving further away from your cunt. “No, Dazai— don’t stop!”, you whined, but Dazai just chuckled deeply. “I gotta disagree with you on this one, sweetheart. . I think you’re rather divine, your taste especially.”, this teasing asshole, why was he asking you questions instead of making you cum for a third time. “My beautiful wife, thinking she isn’t sexy. . Maybe I need to convince her?”, Dazai was standing up, giving you the illusion of depriving you of your— much deserved in your opinion —orgasm. But no, he was far from done with you.

The amount of bliss you felt when he pushed his cock in you, nearly screaming of how sudden it was to you. “I think I already know how to.”, his hips started moving against yours while his hands were holding onto yours. Your moans were pulled from you again, you grabbed the sheets in the amount of pleasure he made you feel.

“Gonna make you feel so good, baby. . Just keep being such a good wife for me, ‘kay?”

C. NAKAHARA

Before your husband, Chuuya, came through the door, you were backing him a small cake. Just like a good wife should, also wearing a cute apron with the saying “Kiss the chef”. All went well so far and Chuuya walked through the door, not to greet you, that is.

You are a good wife, but sometimes you can be a little deceiving. A prime example being those photos you sent Chuuya at least a hour before his work ended, photos which included you in his favorite lace lingerie with the caption “miss you”. And what was your reason? Just to tease him a little, maybe a little motivation to work faster to get home earlier.

He was impatient, he’s been waiting for a hour to get home to you, just to not even get to the bedroom. That’s right, he was gonna take you right at the kitchen counter. Chuuya took off your shirt to see you were still wearing the set, a smirk was curving up on his lips. “You’re still wearing this, doll?”, he asked you, since you were bent over the counter he couldn’t see your smile on your face, but he could hear your giggle. “Yeah, just for you.”, you admitted in a teasing tone. “Just for me? Well then allow me. .”, he replied, pulling your lace panties to the side.

Chuuya wasn’t going slow at it, he was basically going so fast and hard that the counter legit started to shake slightly. His hips slapping against your ass, your moans filling the kitchen along side by his groans and breathy cursing. “Couldn’t wait for me to— mhm, fuck —to come home, hm? Sendin’ me photos of you looking so perfect sayin’ you miss me.”, he groaned, all you replied with was a moan. “Such a little slut, you jus’ wanted to get fucked, didn’t you? Teasin’ me at work just for a good fuck.”, Chuuya could feel his orgasm approaching, your cunt clenching around him only sped up the process.

“Ch–chuuya— ngh!”, you moaned out his name in bliss, Chuuya sped up the pace. “Want me to cum inside you, baby? Want me to fill you up so fuckin’ good?”, he asked in a low mocking tone, waiting for a response from you. “Y–yes! Ah— please!”, his cock twitched when you gave him the permission. “Yeah? Gonna fill you up so much you’ll be leakin’. . ‘till you might get pregnant.”, he didn’t really mean it, did he? It was all in the heat of the moment, right? Nonetheless, it turned you on with the way he said it. A deep chuckle was heard from him as he felt you clench down again. “You like that, doll? You wanna get pregnant with our child— oh fuck —you’re squeezin’ me so tight. . You sure you want it?”, you repeatedly moaned a yes, making him smirk. “C–cumming!”, you almost screamed, the amount of pleasure being a bit overwhelming.

“Yeah, just like that. . Take it like a good girl, baby. Hm— keep clenchin’ like that so nothin’ spills, understood?”

Hi again 😋 hope y’all are well fed now :3

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rashoumon-homo · 9 months ago

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BSD Men - Would they be good at giving head?

BSD x Gender Neutral Reader, NSFW

Includes: Dazai, Kunikida, Ranpo, Chuuya, Sigma, Nikolai, Atsushi, Fyodor, and Akutagawa

Author’s Note: Just a quick lil headcanons post to fill the void of content while I work on Bottom Dazai Week! A little low-effort compared to what I usually post, hope that’s alright :)

NSFW CONTENT AHEAD - READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

(Ranked roughly from best to worst)

Dazai

Holy FUCK bro, YES.

He’s good at it and he knows it

He moans into it like he’s the one getting off

He’ll have you coming on his tongue in less than 2 minutes

And he swallows too- gladly! He insists you taste amazing

Knows his anatomy too - all the spots to lick and suck to get your toes curling

Kunikida

Way more skilled than expected

This man literally sat down and studied before even his first attempt

Knows your anatomy better than a doctor atp

You had to remind him to relax at first because even though he was doing everything right, he was as mechanical as a robot

As he got more comfortable with it, you both had more fun

Prefers other types of sex but will gladly give you head if you ask

Ranpo

Absolutely - if he feels like it

You know how he is, picky with taste and texture of things he puts in his mouth and whatnot

But if he’s into it, he’s hella skilled

Definitely won’t swallow, but he’ll give you head for longggg periods of time, making you cum over and over

He’s just having fun with the tactile experience and with seeing you come undone under his touch. Boosts his ego a little lol

Chuuya

Oh yeah for sure

He gives head to tease though, not to get you to finish

Always looking up at you from under his lashes because he knows it gets you flustered

For some reason gives better head when he’s drunk

But he usually stops before you can cum because for him, oral is ideally just foreplay

Points docked for that :(

Sigma

Yes and no

He’s more inexperienced, so the first few times are a little clumsy

But he’s determined to learn how to please you

With practice and guidance from you, he’ll come to be really good at it! You just have to get through the awkward phase first

Nikolai

Duh

Y’all already know he’s a freak

He’s got plenty of skill and enthusiasm but he gets bored quickly

If it’s taking too long to get you to cum, he will flat out give up

He’s always coming up with new ways to do it as well (don’t ask what that means) so hopefully you’re willing to put up with his weird-ass, occasionally morally concerning ideas

Atsushi

Not perfect initially but eager to learn

Inexperienced and over enthusiastic (too much teeth 😬)

Wants so badly to please you

Probably needs some guidance at first

Fyodor

Good luck convincing him…

He sees giving head as a sign of submission so he’ll likely flat out refuse for a very very long time

If you can sway him, he’s about average in skill

Not much experience, since he hates doing it, but he picks up the skill quickly

Surprisingly gentle and cautious with his mouth (whether for your sake or his is unclear)

Do not cum in his mouth. He will pointedly spit it out because he’s grossed out and will likely sulk about it after

Akutagawa

This guy does not enjoy giving head and it shows

He’ll do it on rare occasions but his discomfort is palpable and kind of makes it not fun

If you finish in his mouth, he’s spitting that shit out. No offense to you personally, he just finds the idea of swallowing gross in general

Stick to other types of sex I beg of you

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iovetecchou · 1 year ago

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Saccharine ⧸ Dazai Osamu & Chuuya Nakahara‧₊˚

༞ Contains...! smut, implied fwb situation amongst the three of them, banter, competitive!chuuya, and competitive!dazai, kissing, teasing, begging, fingering, multiple orgasms, squirting, aftercare

༞ AFAB Reader.

༞ 2,124 words.

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“Ah, you lost again Chuuya!”

Dazai gleamed as the short-tempered man cursed under his breath. Murmuring something along the lines of “You fucking bastard”.

“Now, now. Boys, play nice!”

You shot Dazai a look as you replenished Chuuya’s newly emptied shot glass. Some of the liquor spilled on the temperamental man with your attention elsewhere.

“Oi, watch what you’re doin’ sweetheart.”

Your eyes darted down toward Chuuya’s hand, watching as the saccharine liquor dribbled down his fingers.

“Sorry Chuu, wasn’t paying attention! Here, lemme clean you up.”

Your hand wrapped around his wrist, pulling his sticky digits to your lips. Dazai watched quizzically as your tongue darted out, lapping up the stretch of Chuuya’s lithe fingers.

“H-Hey! What do you think you’re doin’?!”

Chuuya silently thanked the alcohol for coloring his cheeks a pretty shade of pink. If it wasn’t for that, You and Dazai would know his face was truly growing hot because of your lewd display.

“Cleaning you up? I don’t mind. You have really pretty hands, Chuu!”

Your eyes were locked on his azure ones as you lapped up the last of the mess you made on his fingers.

“Oh no! Belladonna, I made a mess. Be a good girl and help me clean it up, yeah?”

You and Chuuya whirled around at the commotion. Dazai had ‘accidentally’ spilled the drink he was nursing all over his hand. The chestnut-eyed man pouted in faux distress, now holding his sticky digits out in front of you.

“You asshole! You did that on purpose!”

Chuuya barked out, glaring down his counterpart. You couldn’t help but chuckle at Dazai’s actions. He piqued your interest. You didn’t think twice before crawling closer to the devilish man.

“It’s alright. I don’t mind cleaning you up, too. Although you didn’t have to pull such a stunt if you wanted this. All you had to do was ask, darling.”

You quipped, offering Dazai a playful wink before your tongue slipped past your parted lips. Licking the sickeningly sweet liquor right off his elegant fingers.

Dazai smirked as he watched you lick him clean. You could hear Chuuya grumbling behind you about how much of an ‘asshole’ his counterpart was.

“You have pretty hands too, Dazai! Your fingers are so long.”

You noted, causing Dazai’s smirk to grow tenfold. He shot a sly gaze in Chuuya’s direction before he retorted,

“I’m glad you think so, belladonna! My fingers are way longer than Chuuya’s. I’m not surprised, though, considering his… small stature.”

Chuuya shot up from his spot, marching toward Dazai before letting him hear it.

“You got a lot of nerve, you know that? Just because your fingers are longer doesn’t mean they’re more skilled.”

His words caused Dazai to perk up. You could tell the lanky man sitting before you was up to no good now. But you would be lying if you said you weren’t curious to see how this would play out.

“Oh, why don’t we put that to the test? We have a perfect subject right here!”

Dazai wrapped his arm around your waist. Pulling you into his frame as he beamed brightly. Causing the copper-haired man to scrunch his brows in confusion.

“The fuck are you takin’ about, asshole. Stop screwin’ around.”

Dazai’s hand trailed further down your waist, soothing over your hip. Your mind felt fuzzy as he drew small circles into the side of your thigh.

“We’re going to see whose fingers are more skilled and the lovely Y/N is going to be our little helper, obviously! You gotta start paying attention, Chuuya.”

Chuuya stammered, watching as Dazai turned to face you. You allowed him to trail his fingers further down your thigh. His nondominant hand came up to caress the other side of your hip. Causing a pleasant shiver to run down your spine.

“I think I like where this is going…”

You whispered. Your eyes finally met Chuuya’s as his counterpart flipped the hem of your skirt up, slipping his hands beneath the fabric. Dazai tugged your panties down your legs slowly, before tucking them in his back pocket for a later date.

“Well, Chuuya? You in or out?”

Dazai teased, not daring to take his gaze off you. Too focused on the sight of your pretty pussy on full display for him.

“Yeah Chuu, in or out?”

Your voice was laced with honey, drawing him into you; without even trying. Chuuya tried to keep his eyes on yours, he really did. But when his azure gaze flickered down, getting a glimpse of your most intimate parts… he caved.

“Fuck it, I’m in.”

Dazai snickered as his hands now ghosted over your inner thighs. Spreading your legs further apart for better access.

“You’re too easy, Chuuya.”

Dazai teased, reveling in the way you gasped as his fingers ghosted over your clit. You scored your bottom lip with your teeth, watching as Chuuya scooted closer toward you.

“Shut it, asshole. I don’t wanna hear your voice anymore. I’d much rather hear my sweetheart callin’ my name right now.”

You shuddered as Dazai began rubbing languid circles against your puffy bud. Chuuya wasted no time bringing his fingers up to your slit. One of his digits teased your entrance before he ultimately slipped inside you.

“What do you mean by, ‘My sweetheart’? I thought you knew by now that Y/N is mine!”

Dazai declared in a sing-song voice. Feeling his cock twitch from beneath his slacks as another whine rolled off your tongue.

“Now, now… no— ah, no f-fighting.”

You managed to say, nearly fumbling your words when Chuuya inserted another finger. Curling his adept digits deep inside you, hitting your sweet spot with ease.

“Fighting? Who’s fighting? I’m simply reminding Chuuya of his place here.”

Chuuya began thrusting his fingers faster inside you. Aiming to prove his point; that his fingers are more experienced than Dazai’s just to rub it in his face even more.

“You’re on thin ice, asshole. I told you before, be quiet!”

Dazai let out a drawn-out sigh as his fingers teased over your clit. Alternating between rubbing vigorously and leisurely. Leaving you feeling desperate for more.

“Dazai, don’t stop— please.”

You whined, bucking your hips up. Greedily begging for more.

“Tsk, how shameful my belladonna. Are you this needy for me already? But Chuuya hasn’t even made you cum yet.”

That was Chuuya’s last straw. With that, he shoved his counterpart away from you with his free hand. Never once ceasing in his movements inside you.

“You’re fucking done. Watch and learn from over there if you can’t understand how to keep that big mouth shut.”

Chuuya hissed, not sparing another moment on Dazai from that point on. Your breath hitched as Chuuya’s other hand came up to your pelvis. His thumb pressed firmly against your swollen bud, rubbing your clit just how you liked it.

That’s something you loved about Chuuya. When you asked for something, he gave it to you. Rarely teasing you the way his counterpart did nearly every time. They were like day and night, but something about that contrast was thrilling.

“Fuck— yes! Just like that Chuu, don’t stop!”

You braced yourself on your elbows from where you rested. Propping yourself up slightly to get a better view of Chuuya as he fingered your drooling pussy, with more intensity than before.

“Yeah, that’s right, sweetheart. Wanna feel you squeezin’ me as you cum all over my fingers.”

Before you could process, Chuuya added a third finger. Plunging fiercely inside you, matching the pace with his thumb that still toyed over your puffy clit.

All you could muster was a silent plea of Chuuya’s name as your orgasm crashed over you. You squirted all over his fingers as he worked you through your high.

“That’s it, sweetheart, so good for me.”

Chuuya whispered, absolutely mesmerized by your blissed-out face. He loved watching your eyes roll back when you came. And knowing he was the one provoking you to writhe in pleasure caused his cock to throb in his jeans.

Chuuya slowed down his pace after a few moments. Retracting his hands from your warm wet heat as you tried to catch your breath.

“Okay! My turn~”

“Dazai, wait— ah—!”

Before you could finish your thought, Dazai was shoving Chuuya aside just like the short-fused man had done to him earlier. Payback, he thought. Dazai wasted no time shoving two fingers into your messy hole. Pushing as deep as he could, delivering shallow thrusts from within your gummy walls.

His fingers scissored inside you, curling ever so slightly on the drag down. He was teasing your G-spot. But you weren’t surprised; teasing was Dazai’s specialty, after all.

“To m-much! Please, no t-teasing tonight. I’m too sensitive…”

You babbled, unable to control the way your hips bucked up each time Dazai’s nimble digits grazed over your sweet spot. Once more, his other hand was ghosting over your clit. His middle finger stroked your slit, only granting you the smallest bit of friction against your puffy bud.

“You heard her, stop teasing’ goddamnit!”

Chuuya grumbled from beside you, crossing his arms in front of his chest. He was trying his hardest to ignore his erection, which only ached more and more as you whined out in pleasure.

Dazai finally let his middle finger press down against your swollen nub. He rubbed your clit slowly as his fingers pulled out of you almost completely, before thrusting right back into you.

“Oh? I didn’t know you were barking out orders now, Chuuya. Your turn is over, so why don’t you just sit back and take notes.”

You could hardly mediate under these circumstances. Your mind was too far gone, fuzzy from all the pleasure both Chuuya and Dazai granted you tonight. Your end was nearing, and the chestnut-haired man was more than aware of that.

“Do you want to cum, my belladonna?”

He halted in his movements altogether. Dazai allowed you to catch your breath before you cried out,

“Y-Yes! Please, just make me cum!”

Your eyes were swirling with desire as they met his, and you didn’t fail to notice the smirk that etched its way into his features from your pathetic plea. He was enjoying this; and the tent in his pants wasn’t the only giveaway.

“Good girl~”

And with that, Dazai fucked his fingers back into you; relentlessly. Adding the perfect amount of pressure to your g-spot as his middle finger circled your clit fiercely.

“Hah— ‘m cumming—!”

Your whole body tensed as you clenched around Dazai’s fingers harshly. The coil within your tummy snapped, causing you to squirt all over Dazai’s palm. Not that he minded, though.

His bronze eyes raked over your body as you came for him. Dazai could hardly contain his grin as you cried out his name.

“Aww, you’re so cute when you make a mess all over me like this.”

Dazai cooed, slowing down his moments before stopping entirely. Letting his fingers slip out of your spent hole.

“That’s enough out of you! Make yourself useful and grab Y/N a towel and some water.”

Chuuya grumbled. He put all of his attention back on you after uttering those words. He could tell you were exhausted after everything. And Chuuya was sure all the alcohol you consumed earlier didn’t help with the drowsiness.

“Alright, alright. Sheesh, you know you’re really bossy for a short-stack.”

Before Chuuya could bark back, you brought your hand up to his face. Grasping his jaw between your thumb and forefinger before turning him to face you.

“Ignore him for now, Chuu. For my sake, yeah?”

You watched as Chuuya’s expression softened as he gazed into your eyes. You offered him a small smile before pulling him in for a lingering kiss.

The sweet embrace didn’t last too long though, because only a few minutes later, you heard Dazai call out;

“Aww, where’s my kiss, belladonna?! And after I took the liberty to grab you water and a nice clean towel!”

Dazai clutched his chest in feigned pain. He knelt down, handing you the bottle of water he fetched.

“That’s only because I told you to do that, asshole!”

Chuuya retorted, yanking the towel out of Dazai’s hands so he could tenderly clean you up. You couldn’t help but smile as the two men attended to you.

You leaned forward to place a chaste kiss atop Dazai’s lips. Pulling out a hum of approval from the cheeky man himself.

As you pulled away, your hands crept down to rest atop both Chuuya and Dazai’s thighs. You gave each of them a knowing look before whispering,

“I think it’s my turn to show you two how skilled my hands are. It’s only fair, right?”

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glitch-karma · 2 years ago

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Bungo character's reaction to you drawing them

Dazai

He snuck up on you while you both were supposed to be working

"Y/nnnn~! I'm bored!"

You quickly hid the drawing but he still snuck a peak of it

"What's that?"

He ofc snatched the sketchbook

"My my! It seems you've drawn quite a handsome man!" "NO NO NO"

He proceeded to run around the office showing off your skills as you ran after him yelling

He also took the drawing home with him and actually genuinely loves it

Kunikida

Unlike Dazai, you're actually the one who gave the drawing to him

"Hey uh, Kida?" "What is it? I still have a lot of work-"

When he saw the drawing he was actually speechless

You thought he died for a second as he just mindlessly stared at the drawing

"...Kida-?"

He reached out and grabbed the sketchbook, his eyes never leaving the drawing

"This. This is me, correct?" "Yeah, I just thought you were the perfect model"

You start to get self-conscious as he goes silent again.

"Can I keep this?" "Huh?"

He looked up at you with a genuine smile as he asked again:

"Can I keep it? You're drawing skills are impeccable. I'm honored to have been your muse."

Anddddd you blush immediately and agree

He has it framed by his bed

Atsushi

You also gave your drawing to Atsushi

"I have a gift for you" "Really? For me?"

As soon as he saw the drawing he bursted up out of his seat with stars in his eyes

"Wow, you actually drew this!? It's incredible! You even got my eyes and everything! You really have a gift!"

You smiled as he stared excitedly at it

After he was done spouting out praises and compliments he gave you a big hug

He keeps it in a drawer by his desk

Ranpo

Ranpo deduced it was a drawing of him by the way you kept glancing across the room at him

While you were sharpening your pencil, he snuck over and ripped out the page

"Ugh- RANPO!"

He opened his eyes to get a better look at the drawing

"Awe y/n, you just can't take your eyes off the world's greatest detective can you?" "Wait it's not done!"

He childishly ran around the office as you ran after him

You both were stopped by Kunikida and you got your drawing back

Yosano

You were injured on a mission

After Yosano was done healing you the drawing fell out of your pocket

She was gonna just put it back in your pocket, but then she noticed it had her name on it

She opened it up and was shocked to see such a well done drawing of herself

She blushed and admired the drawing for a long while before folding it and putting it in her own pocket

She kept it and you assumed you lost it

Kenji (Platonic)

You gave the drawing to Kenji as a present

"Wow you really made this with your own hands!"

He was amazed at the drawing and smiled brightly at you

You treated him to beef stew after for all his hard work

Kyoka (Platonic)

To make Kyoka feel more welcome at the agency you made her the drawing

She thought it was a picture at first

"..Why do you have a picture of me?"

After you explained that it was a drawing and that you made it she got really embarrassed

she stared at it for a while and then gave you a hug

"...It's really pretty.."

You patted her head and helped her finish her paperwork after

Chuuya

He came to pick you up for work

While on his motorcycle the drawing flew out of your pocket

You immediately panicked and begged him to go back

As he parked you ran around searching everywhere for it

"Is it really that important? It's just a drawin'."

He saw that you were genuinely distressed and felt bad

He started helping you look for it after calming you down a bit

Unfortunately, he was the one to find it

"Hey is this-"

When he saw it was him he full stopped

You saw he had it in his hand and froze as he said nothing

He burst into laughter

"All of that for a drawing of me!?"

You guys skipped work and he watched as you redrew it as payment for laughing at you

Akutagawa

You were too scared to give it to him in person so you just left it on his desk

When he first saw it he was confused, but he saw it was signed by you

He didn't say anything to you about it the next day so you got scared

You slowly forgot about it till randomly on a mission you both were on

While you two were walking to the destination he randomly spoke up:

"Oh by the way thanks for the drawing. It was well done." "..Huh-"

He didn't say anything else about it and you were very confused

Gin

You and Gin regularly hang out outside of work: during one of these times you gave it to her

She was really embarrassed about it and muttered out a "Thank you.."

She cherishes it and keeps it by her bed

Poe

you hid the drawing in one of Poe's books

When he found it he was amazed

You even included Karl and that made him happy

He wrote a poem about it and he keeps both the drawing and the poem he wrote by his bed

Fyodor

You gave it to him

He just stared at it for a long long time

He nodded before putting it in his pocket

"I'll be keeping this."

He likes it ;)

Nikolai

He grabbed it from you using his ability

He looked at it with stars in his eyes before jumping up excitedly

"Quiz timeeeee~!" "Oh boy.."

"Question one: Why did you draw me, Nikolai Gogol?" "..I just thought you were pretty."

"Excellent! Question two: Do you always think I'm prettyyyy?"

You walked away from him

Ango

Ango works a lot so you found it hard to find the right time to give it to him

Eventually, you just gave it to him at the office

He stared at it for a long time, and didn't say anything

You got scared as he stood up and walked over to you

He suddenly engulfed you in a big hug which threw you off for a second

When he pulled away he had tears in his eyes which made you PANIC

"ANGO- ARE YOU-" "It's beautiful. This is the nicest gift I've ever gotten."

He keeps it framed by his desk so he can look at it every day.

Jouno

...

Dude he's blind-

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yokohamapound · 2 years ago

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hii omg i just discovered ur blog and ur writing is! so! amazing!!! i’d like to request maybe chuuya, ranpo, dazai and fyodor with an s/o who likes to bite them playfully??

Characters: Nakahara Chuuya, Dazai Osamu, Edogawa Ranpo, Fyodor Dostoevsky

Contents: NSFW references, biting, NSFW "punishments"

Nakahara Chuuya

The first couple of times you do it, Chuuya yelps and grabs your face, squishing your cheeks until your lips pucker out like a fish.

“The hell was that for?” he demands. “Damn rabid brat.”

If you make a habit of it, however, he decides to fight fire with fire. If you sink your teeth into his arm, he’s going for your neck. If you bite his neck, he’s gonna yank down your pants and bite your thighs. Don’t try to one-up Chuuya, because you’ll likely fail.

He gets into it. Before you know it, it becomes a habit to shove you up against the nearest vertical surface and leave a few bite marks and love bites on your throat, your chest, your arms. He’ll pin you in place with his Special Ability so you can’t wriggle away. If you’re going to bite him, then he’ll make sure you can’t hide the ones he leaves on you, either.

Bite his neck during sex to make him go wild.

Dazai Osamu

Dazai complains like a big baby when you sink your teeth into him. He blinks those big brown eyes at you and asks in a piteous voice why you’re always attacking him. In some ways, you’re more feral than some of the orphans he’s picked up. Atsushi turns into a literal tiger and he doesn’t bite!

Don’t let Dazai’s whining fool you—he doesn’t actually have a problem with you biting him now and then. You can’t do a whole lot through his bandages, anyway.

Unlike Chuuya, he probably won’t bite you back. Not immediately, anyway. He’ll save it for when you’re spread underneath him, on the edge of an orgasm and begging for him to send you over the edge. That’s when he’ll sink his teeth into your inner thigh, or bite playfully at your nipples. He’s quite a proponent of mixing a little pain with your pleasure to heighten the sensation.

If you bite him in bed, he moans and fucks harder, his back shuddering.

Edogawa Ranpo

Look, I completely get it. Ranpo is such a cute little brat that he induces cute aggression in his partner, to the point where you quite literally want to bite him.

The first time you do it, he's kind of confused. Did you mistake him for a gummy bear or something? But when he sees the stupid, glazed look in your eyes, he knows.

"That's the same look the boss gets when we go to the cat cafe," he says, pointing his lollipop at you in accusation. "Next thing you're going to start waving a feather on a stick in front of my face."

Yeah, you've been tempted.

Ranpo won’t be the bigger man. He will absolutely bite you back. He has a habit of snapping at your fingers when you reach for his face or his snacks, or he might turn his head and bite your cheek or your chest like he’s biting into a steamed dumpling.

Chomp.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Fyodor is a bit of a hypocrite here, seeing as he spends most of his time chewing on his own fingers. Obviously, evidence indicates that he is in fact very biteable. All that pale, pristine skin. How can you not want to leave a couple of marks on him?

However.

While he might excuse a love bite or two during your little conjugal sessions, he isn't nearly so forgiving of you sinking your little teeth into his arm or his shoulder or god forbid, his face whenever you get the urge.

He looks down at the teeth marks you've just left in his forearm and raises an eyebrow.

"Are you a kitten I took from its mother too early, my love?" he asks, his tone promising…something…later. "Or perhaps you have developed a case of vampirism.”

If he truly minded, he'd find a way to "encourage" you to stop, but as it is, he is more likely to have you restrict your biting to the bedroom, where he has the time and leisure to repay the favour as he sees fit.

And if you don't heed him, he might just see fit to put you in your place, whether that be on your knees in front of his desk chair while he works, or bent over his lap while he disciplines you properly.

#yokohamapound #bungo stray dogs #bsd #bsd x reader #Nakahara Chuuya #Dazai Osamu #Edogawa Ranpo #Fyodor Dostoevsky #Dazai x Reader #Chuuya x Reader #Ranpo x Reader #Fyodor x Reader

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yayll · 4 months ago

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The jealous Dazqi post was so cute and funny and the callbacks to his past self were fun and now i can’t stop thinking about cringefail teen Dazai with the biggest, fattest crush ever and not knowing how to deal with it

YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH THIS MADE ME LAUGH ANON I ADORE YOU FOR THE VISUAL.

cringefail teen Dazai so obsessed to the point where he is literally pointing a gun at the other recruit who's at least 10 years older than him because he complimented you on how your so mature for your age when it comes to leadership skills. (it's both an insult that he would perceive you in that way and also.... why the fuck is he talking to you at all?) he has to use his authority to further his cruelty.

Dazai does the most unhinged things behind your back, especially. it gets soooo dire that sometimes he has to recruit CHUUYA for intimidation purposes. Dazai thinks of himself as intimidating enough but thinks having the 5'3 gravity user pointing thousands of bullets at any person who made you laugh or smile or cry will add that pizzazz he's looking for. Chuuya smacks him upside the head after and remarks that you'd never go for him anyway.

one time, he begged Mori to let him 'supervise' your mission as executive, and it really just ended up with you doing your job and him standing by any large body of water contemplating if he should kill himself because he doesn't like what he's feeling for you. and if perhaps you don't feel the same? even more reason to wipe himself off this earth. but then you smile at him... and sometimes even give him a high five for a job well done..... and let's just say that was the first time he discovered alcohol. and alcohol poisoning soon after.

one time he saw you writing in your diary, and that very night is driven to insanity in your quarters searching for it, looking for any mention of him in it like a little rabid gremlin. you catch him in the act too, and he simply flings it onto your bed and crosses his arms in complete denial that he's hopelessly smitten with you.

"Dazai? what're you doing here? is that my diary?!"

"HUH? i'm not reading it, i'm literally not!"

"then what are you doing with it, huh?

and he just flashes you those hopeless loser ass puppy eyes when he realizes the jig is up.

"... do you like me or what?"

and you're just like.....

"of course i do, idiot."

like damn took him long enough. you kiss him on the cheek and he's like.... oh wow could it be i'm not delusional? but he can't even HANDLE YOUR DIRECT CONFESSION so he just self destructs and snorts like the immature little shit he is rolling his eyes and whatnot as he storms out of your room.

"yeah, well OF COURSE YOU DO. I KNEW THAT ALREADY."

then he giggles and prances alllll the way back to the shipping container oopsies.

#wasnt planning on another writing sesh but i COULD NOT pass this up #anon what's it like being famous to me #and so so so right and valid #pm 15 dazai the freakiest little guy ever no wonder he grew up into THIS #dazai x reader #anon #asks #pm dazai

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thewickedjazzy · 4 months ago

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‟𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭, 𝓝𝓪𝓴𝓪𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪?”➵ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴍᴅɴɪ

➵𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: Chuuya x f! reader.

➵𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: Enemies to Fuckers Lovers? it's been two years since you joined the port mafia and chuuya still gives you the cold shoulder like you’re some sort of personal vendetta. confused, you finally mustered up the courage to ask him straight up why he’s been acting like a dick? What’s his deal with you?

➵𝓣𝓪𝓰𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽 : NSFW mdni 8.9k of pure filth, smut with plot, oral (both giving and receiving) kinky sex, profanity, taboo sex, hatesex, unprotected sex, multiple creampies, multiple orgasms, standing sex, public sex, impact play, dirty talk, sweaty sex, cum visuals, risky sex, hand bondage/restrains, face-fucking/both of you, reader begging, multiple positions, also small font, I guess that's it? *phew*.

You sat at your desk, arriving earlier than anyone else in the mafia, as was your habit. You needed the quiet, the solitude, to unwind before the day’s chaos began. You held your favourite coffee cup, inhaled the rich aroma, and sighed. How long has it been? Two years, four months, and six days... yeah. When would you ever stop counting the days you've been single?

There was a strange duality to it. You hated and loved being single, a paradox you couldn't escape. You despised how your body ached for physical touch for intimacy, yet you relished the freedom of not being tied down to anyone. Maybe it was the aftereffect of that toxic, possessive relationship you barely escaped. But, oh, how you longed for the warmth of another human’s touch.

You've had your share of one-night stands in the past, long before your first real relationship. They were empty, fleeting encounters that left you feeling hollow. So, you stopped, refusing to return to that endless cycle of meaningless desire. Yet, lately, the thought of going back crossed your mind. But the idea of being satisfied by just any random man no longer appealed to you. It was a dilemma you couldn’t seem to resolve—a yearning for connection that couldn't be fulfilled by just anyone.

As you sipped your coffee, lost in your thoughts, the door to your office creaked open. You glanced up, and there he was—Chuuya Nakahara, the one person whose presence you both dreaded yet expected. He walked in with that usual air of authority, his expression already bordering on annoyance.

He handed you a file, his eyes narrowing slightly as he did so. "Good morning," he muttered, his tone curt, before turning on his heel to leave.

You watched him with irritation and confusion bubbling up inside you. Chuuya was one of the few people in the mafia who didn’t seem to act normal around you. Everyone else kept their distance, thanks to Mori’s strict orders. Your attractiveness had made you untouchable, quite literally. No one dared to look your way, let alone flirt with you. But Chuuya? He was different.

"Why does he hate me so much?" You wondered, frustration gnawing at you. You couldn't recall a single interaction between you two that didn't end in some form of argument or cold standoff. Working with him was a nightmare, a constant clash of wills that left you drained.

You opened the file he handed you, trying to push thoughts of him out of your mind. But it was no use; the way he acted, the way he seemed to go out of his way to be difficult, it all kept nagging at you.

As you tried to focus on the task at hand, you couldn’t help but wonder—was it really hatred he felt toward you, or was there something more hidden beneath that tough exterior?

The day passed in a blur of paperwork and meetings, with no further interactions between you and Chuuya. You crossed paths once, briefly, neither of you saying a word, just a cold exchange of glances before moving on. The tension between you two was palpable, but neither of you made any effort to break it.

As the evening set in, you stepped out of the mafia headquarters and onto the pavement, waiting for your chauffeur. The city was settling into its usual nighttime rhythm, the hum of distant traffic filling the air. You absentmindedly watched the railway, your mind drifting as you pulled out a cigarette. But before you could light it, you felt a few drops of rain on your hand. You sighed as you opened your umbrella with one hand while continuing to fumble with the lighter in the other.

After several failed attempts, you cursed under your breath, frustration getting the best of you. Just then, a flicker of light appeared in front of your face. It wasn’t your lighter. You looked up, surprised to see Chuuya standing beside you, holding out his lighter. His expression was as unreadable as ever, though there was a hint of annoyance in his eyes.

You leaned in, the tip of your cigarette meeting the flame. Taking a slow drag, you felt the warmth of the smoke fill your lungs as you watched Chuuya put his lighter back into his pocket, rolling his eyes as if lighting your cigarette was the last thing he wanted to do. He turned his gaze away, clearly disinterested.

You slipped your useless lighter into your pocket, holding your cigarette between your burgundy lips.

“Thanks,” you muttered, your voice nonchalant before taking another drag.

For a moment, the two of you stood there in silence, the only sound being the soft patter of rain against the pavement. You wondered what had prompted him to offer you a light. Was it just a reflex, a simple act of decency? Or was there something more behind it? Whatever it was, you knew better than to dwell on it.

You stood there under your umbrella, cigarette in hand, your gaze drifted back to Chuuya. He was waiting for his chauffeur as well, standing just a few feet away under his own umbrella. You couldn’t help but admire his features—the sharpness of his azure fox-like eyes, the softness of his lips, the perfect angles of his cheekbones. There was no denying that he was attractive, irritatingly so.

But the admiration quickly turned into something else—annoyance, frustration. Ugh, you hated him. No matter how attractive he was, that didn’t change the fact that you despised everything about him. The way he always seemed to be annoyed with you, the way he acted as if you were a thorn in his side.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t realize how long you had been staring until Chuuya suddenly turned and caught you. His sharp eyes locked onto yours, and for a brief moment, neither of you moved. Then, his expression hardened, and he glared at you with that familiar look of irritation.

You rolled your eyes, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of knowing he had caught you off guard. You took another drag of your cigarette, trying to act as if you hadn’t been caught staring. But you could feel the tension in the air, thick and almost palpable.

He didn’t say anything—just continued to glare at you, as if daring you to make the first move. But you refused to play his game. Instead, you looked away, focusing on the rain that continued to fall around you.

As the silence stretched on, you couldn’t help but break it with a hint of annoyance in your voice. “Something on your mind, Nakahara?” His persistent stare felt intrusive, and you were fed up with the unspoken tension between you two.

Chuuya shifted his gaze forward, ignoring your question. His expression remained set in a scowl, the kind that suggested he was as tired of the situation as you were. He didn't bother responding, choosing instead to focus on the approaching headlights of his own chauffeur's car.

The lack of response only fueled your irritation. “Seriously, you’re just going to stand there and glare at me without saying a word?”

He finally turned his head slightly, his eyes meeting yours with an exasperated look. “I’m not in the mood for conversation,” he said tersely. “And clearly, neither are you.”

You bristled at his words, the tension between you both palpable. “If you’ve got something to say, just say it. Or at least stop making it so obvious you can’t stand being around me.”

Chuuya’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn’t respond immediately. The rain continued to fall, the noise around you becoming a backdrop to the uneasy silence that had settled between you. Finally, he gave a curt nod, his voice low. “Whatever you think, just… keep it to yourself.”

Before you could retort, his chauffeur's car pulled up beside him, and he turned away, his demeanor shutting down the conversation. “Good night,” he muttered, stepping into the car without a backward glance.

As Chuuya’s car pulled away, you were left standing in the rain, feeling irritated. The brief encounter had done nothing to resolve the tension between you two; if anything, it had only deepened it.

You took one last drag from your cigarette before tossing it onto the wet pavement, letting the rain extinguish its smoldering end. You huddled under your umbrella, watching the darkening cityscape with a sense of disillusionment.

Minutes later, your own chauffeur's car arrived. You slid into the backseat, your mood sour and your thoughts swirling. The car's interior was a stark contrast to the damp chill of the evening—warm, dry, and oddly comforting. But even as you settled into the plush seat, your mind was still fixed on Chuuya.

"Why did he always act like that?" You constantly wondered, replaying the conversation in your head. It was clear he had some sort of issue with you, but what was it? The unspoken animosity between you was as frustrating as it was inexplicable.

The days following your brief interaction with Chuuya fell back into the familiar routine of terse exchanges and cold silences. The only time you and Chuuya spoke was during the occasional meetings or when you had to pass on files or reports. Those interactions were always brief and professional, but the underlying tension remained an unspoken barrier between you two.

The afternoons were typically consumed by paperwork. As one of the most trusted executives in the mafia, you were no stranger to the piles of reports, updates, and various documents that demanded your attention. Yet, there were always certain documents that Mori seemed to insist you stay away from, and despite your best efforts, you never quite understood why. It was an irritation that lingered in the back of your mind, adding to the daily grind.

One afternoon, as you sifted through a particularly dense stack of paperwork, you heard a knock at your office door. Tachihara, one of the trusted members of the organization, stood there with a polite bow. His presence was a welcome break from the monotony.

You looked up from your paperwork, surprised by Tachihara's visit. You hadn’t expected to be summoned by Mori, especially given how preoccupied he seemed lately with various secretive matters.

“Boss is waiting for you in his office,” Tachihara informed you, his tone respectful but direct. You nodded, setting aside the papers and straightening up.

“Thank you, Tachihara-kun” you replied, rising from your desk. You adjusted your skirt and smoothed out your appearance before making your way to Mori’s grand office.

As you walked through the maze of corridors leading to the boss’s office, you couldn’t shake the sense of unease. Mori’s meetings were often shrouded in mystery, and you never quite knew what to expect. When you finally reached his office, you took a deep breath before knocking on the door and waiting for permission to enter.

“Come in,” Mori’s voice called from within, and you opened the door, stepping inside.

Mori sat behind his imposing desk, his demeanor calm and collected as always. The room was richly decorated, with dark wood furniture and a few select pieces of art that spoke to his refined tastes. He looked up as you entered, his expression unreadable.

“My dear, please, have a seat,” Mori said, gesturing to the chair across from him. You settled into the chair, maintaining a professional posture as you awaited his instructions.

“I have a special assignment for you. It’s both simple and complex, and I need someone with your skills and discretion.” he said casually.

You nodded, bracing yourself. “What’s the mission?”

Mori leaned forward slightly, his hands steepled in front of him. “There’s a rising criminal organization that’s been making waves. We need to infiltrate them and obtain some critical information. The task is straightforward—get the information and report back.”

You listened attentively, already mentally preparing for the infiltration process. But then Mori dropped a bombshell. “Your partner for this mission will be Chuuya Nakahara.”

Your heart sank. Chuuya was, without a doubt, the most difficult person to work with in the mafia. The constant friction between you two was practically irritating, and the thought of being paired with him on a covert mission was daunting.

“Chuuya?” you echoed, trying to keep the disbelief out of your voice. “Are you sure about this?”

Mori’s expression remained inscrutable. “Yes. He’s one of the best we have, and his skills will be invaluable for this mission. I trust you both to handle it.”

Before you could voice more objections, Mori continued, “There’s another aspect to this mission. You’ll need to deliver a copy of the information to Dazai.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “Dazai? But he’s—”

“—with the agency, yes,” Mori interrupted. “However, the Port Mafia and the Armed Detective Agency are temporarily joining forces for this mission. It’s a strategic alliance, and Dazai will be the point of contact on their end.”

The mention of Dazai brought a flood of questions to your mind. You had heard his name in passing but knew very little about him. The thought of meeting him, combined with the fact that you had to work with Chuuya, was overwhelming.

“Can you tell me more about Dazai?” you asked, hoping Mori might elaborate.

Mori’s gaze turned distant for a moment before he shook his head. “I’m afraid not. What you need to know will be provided as the mission progresses. Just focus on the task at hand and coordinate with Chuuya.”

You felt a surge of frustration. “What about Chuuya and me working together? How do you expect us to manage that?”

Mori’s lips curled into a faint smile. “You both have your skills and abilities. It’s time to put them to the test. Consider this a chance to prove yourselves.”

With that, Mori dismissed you, leaving you with a heavy sense of foreboding. You rose from your chair and made your way out of his office, your thoughts racing. The mission itself seemed manageable, but the prospect of working closely with Chuuya and the unknown variables involving Dazai was already making your head spin.

You headed back to your office to prepare for the mission, the prospect of your new partnership with Chuuya hanging over you like a dark cloud. The thought of dealing with him on top of everything else was more than a little unsettling.

The next day, you met with Chuuya at the designated briefing point. His usual stoic expression never left his face, and you braced yourself for the inevitable tension.

“Let’s get this over with,” he said, barely acknowledging your presence. “The sooner we get in and out, the better.”

You sighed inwardly but kept your expression neutral. “Fine."

The mission went surprisingly smoothly. The criminal organization was unprepared for the level of infiltration and precision you and Chuuya brought. You moved efficiently, gathering the necessary intelligence and completing your objectives with minimal interaction. Chuuya’s demeanor remained as distant and curt as ever, his usual aloofness never wavering. It was almost as if he were a machine, functioning solely to execute the tasks at hand.

By the time you finished, you were both back at the car Mori had sent. It was an extravagant vehicle, a sleek black limousine with tinted windows and plush leather seats. The interior was adorned with rich wood paneling and ambient lighting, making it feel more like a mobile lounge than a mere car. The ride was comfortable, but the tension between you and Chuuya was palpable.

As you settled into the seat across from him, you tried to break the silence. “You did a good job, Nakahara,” you said, aiming for a tone of genuine appreciation despite the usual friction between you two.

Chuuya’s eyes remained fixed on the window, his posture rigid. “Whatever,” he replied curtly, barely sparing you a glance.

You frowned, the audacity!! “Seriously, you can’t even acknowledge a compliment? What’s your deal?”

He turned his head slightly, his eyes meeting yours with a defensive glint. “I don’t need your praise. Just doing my job.”

You leaned forward, trying to gauge his reaction. “It’s not about needing praise. It’s about working together and showing a bit of respect. Why do you always act like this?”

Chuuya’s expression hardened, and he seemed to bristle at the question. “You think I’m just going to open up? Don’t flatter yourself.”

The defensiveness in his voice was unexpected, almost endearing in its own way. “I’m not asking you to spill your guts. I just want to understand why you’re so cold with me all the time.”

He shifted in his seat, his gaze still locked on the window but his voice softer. “I’ve got my reasons, alright? Maybe I don’t like dealing with people who make things complicated.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the hint of vulnerability in his words. “And you think I’m the one making things complicated? We’re both part of the same organization, Chuuya. We need to be able to work together without this constant friction.”

He looked at you, his eyes betraying a flicker of something—regret, perhaps, or confusion. “It’s not that simple. I don’t know how to… change things.”

“Change things?” you muttered, and he did not respond but rather shifted his focus on the cityscape beyond the car window.

You watched him from across your seat, trying to decipher the complexity behind his cold exterior.

Despite his stoic demeanor, there was a certain magnetism about him. You couldn’t ignore the effect his presence had on you—irritating, frustrating, but undeniably compelling.

As for Chuuya? he certainly didn't hate you—he’d be a fool to think that! In reality, he was drawn to every part of you. The short black skirt and sheer tights that accentuated your plush thighs seemed to torment him, despite his efforts to ignore it. The struggle was evident in the way his fingers tensed and relaxed, and the subtle clenching of his jaw—it was all a clear sign of the internal conflict he was battling.

That day, when you bent down to pick up the paper that had slipped from your file. As you leaned forward, his eyes couldn't help but follow, and that's when he noticed—today, you weren’t wearing your usual sheer tights. Instead, the lace of your black thong was clearly visible, highlighting the soft, plush curve of your butt. The sight was enough to make his cock semi-hard aching for you, his breath catching as he quickly averted his gaze, struggling to rein in the sudden, intense desire that gripped him that day.

Chuuya had to muster every bit of self-control not to reach out, not to let his fingers trace the exposed skin that teased him so relentlessly. The image of your laced thong was burned into his mind, making it impossible to focus on anything else for the rest of that day. Every time he blinked, he saw you—bent over, completely unaware of the effect you were having on him. It was driving him nuts, how effortlessly you could push him to the brink without even realizing it.

That's why he had always kept his distance, his cold demeanour serving as a shield against both his growing desire for you and the need to comply with Mori's orders—after all, disobedience would mean his head on a silver platter. Yet, the more time he spent around you, the harder it became to resist the pull. Your effortless elegance and the way you leaned forward during conversations, with your shirt casually undone just enough to accentuate your perfect breasts, only deepened his torment, making it impossible for him to focus on anything but you, you—how breathtakingly beautiful you were.

The next leg of the mission was to meet with Dazai. As you arrived at the designated location, a chic café in a quieter part of town well, technically it was below the agency's base exactly, you tried to shake off the lingering tension from your interactions with Chuuya. You were greeted by Dazai, who was waiting with a relaxed yet attentive posture.

The moment you stepped in, Dazai's eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and admiration. He swiftly approached you, a charming smile on his face. “So, you’re the renowned beauty of the Port Mafia,” he said, taking your hand in his and pressing a light kiss to it.

Chuuya, who had followed closely behind, immediately scoffed, his irritation fairly noticable as he growled. “Back off, shitty Dazai.”

You offered a brief, polite smile but said little, your focus on the task at hand. With a practiced ease, you handed over the copy of the information to Dazai. There was no need for further pleasantries or small talk; the mission was complete, and your departure was already on your mind.

After a terse farewell, you left the café, yet you wanted to know more about him. Why did they call him the demon prodigy? He looked like an angel.

Back at the headquarters, you and Chuuya were debriefing with Mori. The atmosphere was heavy with unspoken tension, and as usual, Chuuya was terse and uncooperative. You handed over the details of the mission, and Mori's response was as enigmatic as ever.

"Excellent work," Mori said, though his gaze lingered on you as if gauging your reaction to the assignment. "I trust you both performed to the best of your abilities."

You nodded, and once Mori dismissed you, you left his office and made your way back to your desk. The weight of the day's events still hung over you.

Over the next few days, you threw yourself into paperwork, using it as a distraction. But the nagging thoughts about Dazai grew harder to ignore. When you finally finished your backlog of documents, you decided to act on your impulsivity.

You made your way to the Archive Storage Room on the second floor of the building. It was an area that prohibited from visit, and you were confident that you wouldn’t be disturbed. You took extra precautions, ensuring that no one was following you before entering the room.

Inside, the dim lighting and the smell of old paper greeted you. The Archive Storage Room was filled with rows of filing cabinets and dusty boxes. You approached the computer in the corner, its screen flickering to life as you powered it up.

You typed in "𝙾𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚞 𝙳𝚊𝚣��𝚒" and watched as the search results loaded. The information that appeared was both astonishing and unsettling. The screen displayed details about Dazai’s criminal history—records of his rise in the underworld, his notorious reputation, and an extensive list of crimes.

Youngest mafia executive in history. Counts of conspiracy to murder, extortion, and assorted fraud. The numbers were staggering: 138 counts of conspiracy to murder, 312 counts of extortion, and 625 counts of assorted fraud, among other serious offences.

As you absorbed the details, you felt a chill. The contrast between the man you had seen and the criminal profile on the screen was jarring. Was Dazai truly as enigmatic and multifaceted as he seemed? Or was there something more sinister beneath his charming exterior?

Your thoughts were interrupted by a noise outside the room. You quickly shut down the computer, your heart racing.

You froze for a moment, listening intently to the sounds outside. It was faint but persistent, suggesting someone was approaching.

Suddenly, you noticed a door to a nearby storage room that seemed to lead somewhere different. It was marked as a liquor store room and had a password lock. You hadn't known the combination, but lucky you, the door was slightly ajar. Without thinking twice, you slipped inside, hoping it would provide some temporary refuge.

The room was dimly lit, filled with rows of bottles and crates stacked haphazardly. You stood in the middle of the room, trying to steady your breathing and listen for any signs of movement. Just as you were about to move further into the room, you felt a firm hand grab your arm and yank you backward.

A hand was pressed over your mouth, muffling your gasp. You were pulled into a tight corner of the room, hidden behind a stack of crates. Panic surged through you as you struggled.

"Shhh, you're gonna get us caught," a familiar voice hissed.

Your heart skipped a beat as you recognized the voice—Chuuya?

He kept his hand firmly over your mouth, his breath warm against your ear. You could feel the tension in his body as he pressed you back into the corner, his own form shadowy against the dim flickering light coming from the outside of the archive room.

"Don't make a sound," he murmured, keeping his voice low. His eyes darted towards the ajar door, watching for any sign of intrusion.

“What are you doing here?” you whispered fiercely, trying to keep your voice down. “And why are you hiding with me?”

Chuuya glanced around. His expression was clearly uneasy. “I was following you. I knew you’d be up to something. Mori has his eyes on you, and I didn’t want you getting into trouble. We need to get out of here before someone finds us.”

You stared at him, bewildered by his unexpected appearance and his protectiveness. “I didn’t ask for your help, Nakahara.”

He didn’t respond immediately, his gaze scanning the room. “I didn’t ask to be put in this position either,” he muttered.

As you and Chuuya pressed against the tight corner, the proximity of your bodies intensified the tension. His breath was warm and rapid against your neck, carrying the distinct scent of alcohol—had he been drinking before following you? The dim flicker of light from outside illuminated his azure eyes, half-lidded and filled with a mixture of emotions you couldn’t quite decipher. His hands rested beside your small frame, effectively trapping you in the confined space.

The close contact made your heart race. You could feel his heartbeat pounding in sync with your own, a rhythmic reminder of just how near you were to him. His hot breath against your neck and jawline was almost too much to bear. The sensation made your stomach sink with... pleasure?

It had been a long time since you were this close to anyone, let alone someone as fucking Chuuya Nakahara. The air between you was charged, every movement of his body against yours making your cunt clench around nothing dripping with arousal—fucking get a grip! Are you really that desperate for him?

As the footsteps continued to echo outside, you remained still, acutely aware of every sensation. Then, suddenly, it registered—you felt the unmistakable bulge press against your thighs. The realization hit you like a wave, and a surge of desire took over your whole body.

Your mind was suddenly consumed by a singular, overpowering urge. Despite the circumstances and the years of walls you had both built around yourselves hating each other's guts, the thought of pressing your lips against his beautiful pink ones was almost overwhelming. The attraction, once a mere undercurrent, had become an undeniable urge that you couldn’t ignore.

Chuuya’s eyes fell to your lips, a soft pink tint colouring his cheeks—whether from the alcohol or something more. A few strands of hair stuck to his temple and forehead, damp with sweat, as his breathing grew increasingly erratic. The closeness between you, along with how delicious and obedient you looked beneath him, made every second feel like an eternity. You both knew that one move, one breath too close, could change everything.

You swear to heavens that you tried desperately to focus on anything, but the overwhelming sensation of his twitching bulge against your thighs was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore.

"Chuuya.." Your curiosity got the better of you, as you whispered, “Why are you protecting me?”

You shifted slightly, feeling the unmistakable pressure of his bulge growing with each passing second against your thighs.

“Shut up,” he snapped, his voice still low. Before you could react, he crushed his lips against yours, kissing you deeply and passionately, tasting every bit of you as if he wanted to savour the moment completely, to memorise how hot your lips felt between his wet ones.

His lips moved against yours with an intensity that took your breath away, his hand tangling in your hair as he pulled you closer, as if he couldn’t get enough. The tension that had been simmering between you two finally erupted in this heated moment.

You could feel his body pressed firmly against yours, his heartbeat thudding wildly in sync with your own. His other hand slid down to your waist, pulling you against him. The sensation of his hard length pressed against your clothed aching core sent a shiver through you, making you beg for more, how much did you miss this? Not the touch from any other man, but a man like him.

His lips left yours only briefly, his breath ragged as he pulled back to gaze at you. His azure eyes were dark, filled with desire. His cheeks were flushed, and his usually composed demeanor had completely unraveled. “I fucking hate you so much,”

You stared at him, still breathless from the kiss, your mind reeling from the sudden turn of events. The desire that you kept buried for so long surged to the surface, impossible to ignore any longer. The way he looked at you, with such raw need despite his words, sent a jolt of heat straight to your now-dripping cunt.

“Oh...I can tell, but no matter how much you hate me, you still want this.” you whispered, your voice barely audible, but he heard you.

His lips crashed onto yours with a fervent, insatiable hunger. His kisses were wild and demanding, each one more fervent than the last, making your stomach crumble in desire, the way he sucked on your lips, titling your head to deepen the kiss, tongue darting inside your hot mouth and dancing with your own, hot saliva dripping from your lips as he continues his open-mouthed kissing, hot breaths mixed together with low whimpers.

He suddenly pulled away, breaking the intense kiss. He held up a hand, signaling for you to stay quiet as he focused on the sounds outside the liquor store room. The muffled footsteps that had been approaching earlier now moved away, growing fainter with each passing second. He strained to listen, his sharp senses alert. After what felt like an eternity, a distinct thud echoed through the room as the door to the archive storage slammed shut. Whoever had been snooping around was now gone.

“They’re gone,” Chuuya whispered, more to himself than to you, as he released a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

Without missing a beat, you lowered yourself to your knees before him, your eyes never leaving his. Chuuya tensed, watching your every move, he frowned his eyebrows, eyes half-lidded with desire. His usual confidence wavered for a split second, and he mumbled, “This… this is a bad idea.”

But you didn’t care. The heat between you was too much to resist, and the thrill of what you were about to do only fueled your desire. Ignoring his words, you pressed your face against his clothed cock, feeling its hardness through the fabric. You looked up at him, your eyes locking onto his as he stared down at you, his expression a betraying an overwhelming lust.

"Just let me taste you... please." Wait—did you just beg him? What is wrong with you!

“Fuck…” he cursed under his breath, his voice strained as he clenched his fists, trying to maintain some semblance of control. But the way you looked at him, your lips so close to his aching cock, the heat of your breath making him shiver, combined with your desperate, pleading tone, was more than he could bear, he just couldn't hold back.

His hips jerked slightly, a reflexive response to the heat of your breath seeping through the fabric.

You could feel his length twitch beneath the cloth, and a thrill ran through you at the power you held over him in this moment. Your fingers trailed up his thighs, brushing over the firm muscles hidden beneath his clothes, before finding the button of his trousers. You deftly undid it, feeling the tremor that ran through his body at the simple motion.

“Hmm doll..” he rasped, his voice hoarse with need. His hands twitched at his sides as if fighting the urge to reach out and grab you, to pull you even closer. “Mori would have my head on a platter. Do you really want that? You should stop—mm, fuck…”

But the way his cock strained against the fabric, begging for release, told a different story. You ignored his half-hearted protests, slipping your fingers beneath the waistband of his trousers and boxers to free him. The moment his thick, throbbing length sprang free, you couldn’t help but admire the sight before you—his flushed cock, already slick at the tip with precum, practically pulsing with the need for your touch.

Your lips brushed against the head, tasting the salty sweetness of his arousal. Chuuya groaned above you, the sound vibrating through the small room and setting your nerves on fire. His hand finally found its way into your hair, tangling in the strands as he fought to keep control of himself.

“Argh… doll,” he groaned again, but there was no longer any resistance in his tone. Only raw, unfiltered need.

You licked a slow, deliberate line from the base of his cock to the tip, savoring the way his breath hitched, his grip tightening in your hair. Then, without hesitation, you took him into your mouth, your lips wrapping around him as you sank down, taking him as deep as you could.

“Fuck! Hmmph” Chuuya cursed, his hips bucking involuntarily as you began to move, your head bobbing in a steady rhythm. The gloved hand in your hair tightened, not to push you away, but to hold you in place, as if he couldn’t bear to lose the sensation of your warm, wet mouth around him.

You could feel him trembling above you, the tension in his body coiling tighter with each passing second. His other hand came to rest against the wall, steadying himself as his control slipped further away.

Every time you glanced up at him, you saw the struggle on his face, the way his normally composed expression had completely unraveled into one of pure, desperate desire. His azure eyes, usually so sharp and focused, were now dark and heavy-lidded, consumed by the pleasure you were giving him.

“Doll…,” he gasped, his voice rough as he looked down at you, eyes blazing with more lust. “Stop looking at me like that.”

But you didn’t slow down, didn’t stop. Instead, you doubled your efforts, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked him deeper, your tongue swirling around the sensitive head with every upward stroke. You could feel him twitching in your mouth, the telltale sign that he was close, so close.

“Shit… Haah— doll, I—” Chuuya’s mere warning came out in a choked groan as his hips jerked forward, his control finally snapping. He tried to pull away, but you didn’t let him, keeping him locked in place as you took him to the hilt, swallowing around him as his cock twitched spilling out ropes of hot cum into your mouth with a ragged cry.

The taste of him flooded your senses, hot and salty, and you swallowed every drop, your tongue working to coax every last bit of pleasure from him. Chuuya’s body shuddered with the force of his release, his hand loosening in your hair as he struggled to catch his breath.

Finally, when you were sure he had nothing left to give, you pulled back, licking your lips as you looked up at him. His eyes were half-lidded, a satisfied smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he stared down at you, still breathless and trembling.

You grinned up at him, your heart still pounding in your chest as you savored the sight of him, thoroughly undone and utterly at your mercy. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before following me,” you teased, your voice laced with playful defiance.

He scoffed as he pulled you up to your feet, his lips crashing against yours in a heated, almost desperate kiss. His hands gripped your hips, holding you close as if he couldn’t bear to let you go. He could feel the remnants of his release still on your tongue, the taste of him mingling with the intensity of the kiss.

When he finally pulled back, his breath ragged and heavy, you thought that might be the end of it. But then his eyes darkened with renewed hunger, and you realized he wasn’t nearly done with you.

“You think I’m finished doll... hmm?” he rasped.

Before you could respond, his hand, now fully beneath your skirt, slid higher, tracing the curve of your inner thigh as he pushed your legs apart with his perfectly toned ones. The rough pads of his fingers met the delicate lace of your panties, and he tugged them down with a swift, impatient movement, letting them drop to the floor.

You gasped as his hand moved back up, fingers brushing over your aching core, slick with need. The sensation was too much, each touch sending sparks of pleasure in your stomach. His breath hitched as he felt how wet you were, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

“Fuck, doll... already s‘ wet from just sucking my cock?” he muttered against your lips as he lets out a shaky chuckle. His fingers circled your clit, teasing, before slipping between your folds, one finger then two and now three? You arched into him, your back pressing against the cold wall. His long neat bare fingers curling inside you expertly to find that spot that made your knees weak—when did he manage take off his gloves?

You bit your lip to keep from crying out, the sensation overwhelming, but he wasn't having any of it. He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. “Let me hear you, doll face.” he whispered, his fingers moving faster, slipping inside you with a sudden, rough thrusts. The sensation ripped a moan from your throat, and you gripped his shoulders to steady yourself, your nails digging into his white dress shirt shirt.

Chuuya chuckled, his lips brushing against the side of your neck "You smell s‘ delicious. Did you wear that perfume just to tease me, hmm?" His fingers deftly unbuttoned your shirt with one hand, his other hand continued its relentless, fast thrusts inside you. When he finally exposed your laced bra, he paused for a moment, his eyes narrowing with appreciation as he took in the sight of the perfect curve of your soft breasts. "Matching bra and panties—it's as if you're begging for it. Were you scheming something nasty in that pretty head of yours?"

He yanked the cups of your bra down, exposing your breasts to his hungry eyes. His hands were quick to follow, kneading and squeezing as his hot mouth closed around your hard nipples, sucking and nibbling with a soft whimpers indicating that he's enjoying it as well. He continued to finger you, his pace growing more insistent.

You were lost in the sensation, your head falling back as he played with your body, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. His fingers slipped in and out of you, curling just right to hit that perfect spot that made your vision blur with pleasure.

“Chuuya... please,” you gasped, not even sure what you were begging for, but desperate for more. The heat between you was unbearable, the air thick with tension and the scent of sex.

But he wasn’t done with you yet.

Without warning, he pulled his fingers out, leaving you aching and desperate for more. You barely had time to protest before he spun you around, pushing you against the cold wall causing you to gasp from the surprise switch.

His hands gripped your hips, as he positioned himself between your legs and lining himself up with your entrance, his tip pressing against your slick folds.

With one swift thrust, he buried himself inside you, filling you completely. The sudden stretch made you cry out, your head falling back onto his shoulder as the sensation overwhelmed you. He groaned, his grip on your hips tightening as he began to move, each thrust deep and hard, driving you closer to the edge with every stroke.

“Fuck, you feel s‘ good, s‘ fucking tight fuck fuck-” he growled as he kissed and sucked on you exposed neck.

The sound of skin against skin echoed in the small, dimly lit room, mingling with the sounds of your moans and his ragged breathing.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “Fuck! I hate you ah— so fucking much.”

His words sent a thrill of something dark and intoxicating through you, the blend of pleasure and pain blurring the line between hate and desire. You could feel him everywhere—his cock driving into you with relentless force, his breath hot against your skin, his hands roaming over your body as if he couldn’t get enough of you.

You were losing yourself to him, the pleasure so intense it was almost unbearable. Every thrust pushed you closer to the edge, every whispered curse and growl pulling you further into the abyss of raw, unfiltered lust.

“I hate how much I want you,” Chuuya hissed, his voice ragged with need. “I hate how fucking good you feel… how your walls tighten around my cock—ahh fuckkk.”

His pace quickened, his hips slamming into you with desperate intensity as he chased his own release, dragging you along with him. You could feel the tension building in your core, your body coiling tighter and tighter until you thought you might snap.

And then, with one final, deep thrust, you did. The orgasm surged through you like a tidal wave, crashing over you with a force that left you trembling and gasping for air.

Chuuya wasn't far behind, his own release following seconds later as he buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he filled you with his hot ribbons of cum shots. He held you close, his body shuddering against yours as he rode out the last waves of his orgasm.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the harsh, ragged breathing of the two of you, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. Chuuya stayed inside you for a moment longer, his forehead resting against your shoulder as he tried to catch his breath.

When he finally pulled out, you both were left panting and spent, your bodies trembling with the aftermath of your intense orgasm.

he didn't waste a moment. With a swift motion, he lifted you up as if you weighed nothing and placed you onto one of the crates. The cold metal pressed against your hot bare skin.

Before you could catch your breath, he reached up to his neck, unfastening the choker that adorned his neck. Without a word, he grabbed your wrists and wrapped the choker around them, securing it tightly before locking you against another one of the crates behind you.

A wicked grin spread across his face as he dropped to his knees, his eyes dark with hunger while he looked up at you. He spread your thighs wider, his gaze fixed on your glistening core. The sight of you, flushed and dripping with the evidence of your shared passion, seemed to drive him wild. He leaned in, and just as his lips brushed your sensitive skin, he muttered, "Give me another one, I'm not letting you leave without drawing every tiny bit of you sweet cum."

Then, his mouth was on you, hot and relentless. You gasped as his tongue traced a path along your plush folds, teasing, tasting, savouring the mix of you and him. His hands slid up your thighs, holding you in place as he delved deeper, his tongue flicking and swirling in a way that made your head spin.

“Chuuya…t‘ much” you moaned as your hips bucked against his mouth despite your overstimulation. The sound of your own voice, desperate and breathless, echoed in the small room, but you didn’t care. All that mattered was the incredible sensation of Chuuya’s tongue, expertly working you towards another peak.

He hummed in delight, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure straight to your core. His tongue moved with precision now, alternating between soft, teasing licks and deep, penetrating thrusts that left you a trembling mess. He knew exactly how to push you to the brink, then pull back just enough to leave you aching for more.

“Fuck, you taste even better like this,” he growled against your flesh, his voice low and rough, filled with raw desire. He licked a long, slow stripe from your entrance to your clit, before capturing the sensitive bundle of nerves between his lips. The sensation was overwhelming, your body arching off the crate as you cried out in pleasure.

“please Chuu—ahh…” you let out a lewd moan, your voice hitching with every flick of his tongue. The need for release was a burning ache in your core, your body trembling as the pressure built higher and higher.

Chuuya’s grip tightened on your thighs, his nails digging into your flesh as he held you in place. “I want to taste every drop of you. I'm not stopping until you come all over my face.”

His words, coupled with the relentless attention he lavished on your clit as you gasped, your body arching against the restraint as you instinctively pushed yourself against his hot tongue. The crate you were bound to groaned under the pressure, and with a sharp pull, it slid forward, causing a cascade of bottles to crash to the ground. The noise was loud, shattering the stillness of the room as glass broke all around you.

The impact sent you both tumbling to the floor, your body landing hard against the cold concrete. The crate you were tied to was now stuck between the wall and a stack of other crates, trapping your stretched arms above your head in a makeshift prison. For a brief moment, panic flashed through you, but Chuuya didn’t pause. It was as if the crash had only fueled his desire.

He growled, as you flinched and tried to push yourself upward, worried that you might have hurt him or that the situation was getting out of control. But he had none of it. His grip on your hips was iron-tight, and with a fierce pull, he dragged you back down to meet his hot wet mouth once again.

“Don’t even fuckin’ think about moving away,” he hissed roughly. His breath was hot against your sensitive clit as he resumed his assault, his tongue thrusting deep inside you, tasting every inch of your dripping core.

You were helpless to do anything but succumb to the overwhelming sensation. The position was awkward, your wrists still bound to the crate, but it only seemed to heighten the intensity of the moment. The cold floor pressed against your bare legs as Chuuya feasted on you like a man starved, completely pussy drunk, lost in the taste and feel of you.

Your body trembled with each flick of his tongue, and despite the crash and the chaos around you, all you could focus on was the incredible pleasure he was giving you. Your moans filled the room, echoing off the walls as you tugged against your restraints, needing to touch him, to feel his soft ginger locks between your fingers, to touch his utterly hot body.

Your vision blurred, your body straining as the coil of pleasure tightened in your core. “Chuu… please d-don't stop… ” you begged, your voice trembling with need.

Chuuya pulled you up slightly, roughly guiding you to straddle his lap. You were positioned over him, your knees planted on the floor as you faced him. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you steady. Without missing a beat, too overwhelming by your approaching orgasm you roughly sank onto his hard cock with a moan, feeling the intensity of his renewed desire. His cock was impossibly hard again—his third time getting erect tonight, as if he hadn't felt this kind of craving in years.

“Yess haah fuck yes doll... hmm take it, just like that,” he growled, his voice a low rasp. You began to move, riding him with a fervor, squeezing the life out of his thick cock with every thrust.

His cock pulsed inside you, and you could feel every throb as you moved with the crate still precariously lodged above your head and your hands bound, you were completely at his mercy.

"Fuck— I can't get enough of this" he gasped.

His words were a mere backdrop to the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of you. Each grind was powerful, driving you to the brink of madness. His grip on your hips was possessive, pulling you down onto him with a force that made every motion even more intense.

Your legs trembled, muscles aching from the effort, as if you'd just finished a strenuous leg workout. He let out a shaky chuckle, feeling the quiver of your legs against his skin.

Just when you thought you couldn’t take any more, he lifted up a bit thrusting fast enough to make the crates shake, the remaining bottles crashing to the floor. The chaos around you seemed to enhance the wild energy between you. His hands moving to pull you down harder onto him, continuing his relentless assault on your now sore and overstimulated cunt.

You could feel the pressure building within you. The room was filled with the sounds of your desperate moans and Chuuya’s heavy breaths and lewd moans, the chaotic noise of broken bottles and the groaning crate only adding to the fevered atmosphere.

“Chuu—aaah fuck fuck fuck-” you gasped, your voice cracking as you struggled to keep control.

his hands tightening on your hips as he forced you down harder onto him. “Come all over fuckin’ my cock doll ah-,” he demanded roughly with his raspy voice cracking.

The combination of his unrelenting thrusts and the intense friction made your vision blur. You could feel the coiling pressure in your core reaching its peak once again, your body straining and trembling with need. The final push came when Chuuya’s movements grew more erratic, his grip on you tightening as he thrust into you with a force.

“Fuck fuck yes yes fuck me hard like that— don't stop please” you cried out, your voice breaking as the wave of orgasm crashed over you. Your body shuddered violently, the intense pleasure overwhelming every sense. The sensation of release seemed to go on forever, each pulse of your orgasm made your ears muffle with intense.

Chuuya wasn’t far behind. The moment he felt your juicies coat his rock-hard cock and drip onto the concrete beneath you both, he let out a loud lewd moan. His cock pulsed and throbbed inside you, each powerful spasm forcing him into an explosive climax. His grip on your hips tightened as he filled you with a forceful bursts of his cum, his breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps.

Chuuya, breath still heavy, fixed you with a wicked grin. “Seems like you could use a bit of help,” he said, his voice raspy from the intensity.

With a casual flick of his hand, he activated his gravity ability, and you felt the familiar shift in weightlessness and the red glow blinding your blurry eyes as your body was lifted off the ground. You gasped in surprise, feeling a thrill of anticipation as he gently guided you back onto the crate.

He carefully manoeuvred you into a sitting position on the crate. His touch is probably the best thing you've ever experienced in your entire life. As he adjusted you. His choker, which had been used to bind your wrists, was now in his hands. He unfastened it with deliberate, methodical movements, freeing you from the constraints.

“Better?” he asked, his tone a playful tease.

You nodded, catching your breath as you settled back onto the crate. The initial shock of the gravity shift had left you momentarily disoriented, but Chuuya’s presence was surprisingly comforting. He looked at you with a soft gaze, taking in your fuck-out appearance and the satisfied glow in your half-lidded eyes.

Chuuya’s smirk softened into a rare, genuine smile as he helped you off the crate, guiding you as you clambered down, the aftershocks of your climax still making your legs tremble slightly. His eyes remained locked on you, full of a possessive warmth.

"Careful now," he said, his voice soft but tinged with a lingering edge of command. "Don't want you falling over after all that."

You managed a shaky smile, feeling the rush of adrenaline and pleasure slowly ebbing away. Chuuya's hands were gentle as he helped you steady yourself, his touch tender despite the fierce passion that had just unfolded.

"Thanks," you breathed, finally finding your footing. "I didn't expect... well, this."

He chucked moving with a practiced ease as he pulled his pants up. He adjusted his belt, fastening it with a flick of his wrist and adjusting his choker around his neck.

You carefully buttoned up your shirt smoothing out any wrinkles trying to regain some semblance of composure, Chuuya leaned in one last time, his lips brushing against your ear. “This changes nothing,” he whispered, his voice low and rough. “I still hate you.”

You rolled your eyes at his words, trying to stifle a smile. There was no heat in his voice, only a lingering tension that promised this wouldn’t be the last time you found yourselves in such a situation.

Despite his dismissive tone, Chuuya moved with surprising gentleness as he helped you out of the cramped storage room. His hands, wrapped around your waist guiding you carefully, ensuring you didn’t stumble as you both made your way back into the dimly lit corridor.

As you approached the elevator, you whispered, “Never doing this again.”

Chuuya chuckled, a low, amused sound that echoed in the quiet space. “Yeah, never,” he agreed, his tone laced with irony.

But deep down, both of you knew the truth. The words were merely a facade, a way to mask the undeniable reality that this—whatever this was—would indeed happen again. And again. And again.

NOTE: Hi, hi, my lovely pookies!! Since this fic won the poll voting, I started by publishing it first. The next one will be published *finger crossed* maybe by next Friday? if not before then, also I wanted to take a moment to thank you for all of your lovely comments and sweet feedbacks Xx. P.s : chuuya’s photo credit to @pigon_51 on Twitter / X.

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osachiyo · 10 months ago

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19 and 21 for Chuuya? <3 if that's okay skfjfjg

19 — They make you squirt for the first time + 21 — They beg you to ride their face MDNI.

"i swear to fuckin' god babe,"

chuuya grumbled sassily at seeing you hover over his face — he felt insulted that you thought he couldn't take it.

"just don't wanna hurt you, chuu," you whined, thighs trembling from feeling your boyfriend's hot breath fanning over your wet folds.

"ya really think this would hurt me? silly girl," chuuya deadpanned, rolling his eyes — pulling you down to meet his mouth before you could even form a response — a yelp leaving your lips at his boldness.

"f-fuck, chuuya —!" one of your hands scrambled to find purchase in his ginger locks, while the other gripped the headboard like your life depended on it. "relax baby, i got ya," chuuya's voice was muffled as he pressed you even more against his pretty face — bare hands groping the globes of your ass.

his tongue licked a flat stripe up from your hole to your clit, the pink muscle moving in circular motions against your sensitive little bud.

it didn't take long for you to finally calm yourself down — finding a bit of confidence, you started bucking your hips, riding his face which made chuuya moan at the feeling, landing a swift smack to your ass to encourage you to keep using him.

"yeah baby, just like that — ride my fuckin' face, god —" chuuya groaned, tongue dipping into your hole repeatedly, before slipping out and flicking your clit — it was sloppy and messy but fuck did it feel like heaven.

the hot coil in your lower tummy tightened from hearing chuuya's voice — dripping with lust and hunger, and him feasting on you like he hadn't eaten in forever.

"oh god chuuya —! feels s'good, right there, oh —!" your mouth dropped open into an 'o' shape as the hot coil finally snapped — the pressure in your tummy exploding with heat.

your juices squirted out like a fountain — drenching chuuya's face, as he tried his best to lick it all up. only when you looked down did you see the fucked-out look on your boyfriend's handsome face. his freckled skin now flushed into a shade of pink down to his neck.

you could see your own face warning up at the smirk he gave you. "chuu, are you oka—!" you were suddenly flipped onto your back against the mattress — chuuya's hips now between your legs as he quickly unbuckled his belt, before taking his leaky cock out and slapping it on your clit impatiently.

"good god, baby — can't believe you just fuckin' squirted. you need to do that again. can you do that f'me, angel? on my cock this time, yeah? fuck yeah, open up sweetheart—"

prompts are closed !

#𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒... ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 #𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐝... little-miss-chaoss ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 #chuuya.nakahara

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reallyromealone · 5 months ago

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Ohshc host club members with a male reader who is bsd Chuuya Nakahara's younger brother

Male reader has the same abilities as Chuuya

The host club members somehow got into trouble so male reader has no choice but to use his abilities

Title: risky business

Part : One

Fandom: OHSHC x Bungou stray dogs

Characters: host club, chuuya

Fic type: two shot

Pairings:

Warnings: male reader, reader insert

Notes: using that ohshc manga plot wooo

Summary: I don't know how to write the nabbing rn so enjoy a cliff hanger

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(Name) Always kept to himself during classes, he was thankful his brother worked so hard to give him such a good life but (name) always struggled to make friends especially because of his over protective brother.

Thankfully his brother had the forethought to give (name) a fake last name as to not be recognized.

"Chuu, I'm heading to school now" (name) said to his brother who was practically falling asleep on his king sized bed "I made you some breakfast for when you wake up" always a good little brother, chuuya noted to himself "have a good day, get good grades" he grumbled and (name) Pat his head before leaving, the private car waiting for him.

(Name) Typically opted for his more casual uniform, a sweater vest instead of the blazer and music playing from his mp3 player.

(Name) Was a ghost in the school, keeping to the shadows and focusing on his school work and narrowly avoiding his classmates to get to his seat.

Pulling out his notebook and other supplies while everyone else talked and generally caught up from the weekend.

"--and we will be working in pairs this project" (name) snapped back into reality at his teachers words and saw them tape a paper to the door "check at the end of class, these papers will show what is expected of the project" (name) awkwardly thanked his classmate who passed him the papers and passed the pile to the person behind him.

"Awww we aren't partners!" A girl groaned annoyed to her friend while (name) looked at the paper curiously, looking down till he saw his name and...

Haruhi Fujioka.

Well haruhi was nice enough from what he saw of his classmate, glancing at the brown haired teen who was chatting with the twins, the two brothers always made (name) uncomfortable with their incest act; The whole host club overwhelmed (name) honestly.

"Uh, hey so we're partners..." (Name) Mumbled awkwardly while the twins looked him up and down as if inspecting the quiet teen "right! Heres my number, we can meet up after club stuff..." She said pulling out her phone and (name) nodded, the twins circling them curiously "you never talk to anyone" kaoru said simply and Hikaru nodded "why don't you have friends?"

(Name) Was a bit stunned at their blatant audacity and was ready to fire something off when haruhi gave them a look "can you guys not be rude at any given opportunity?" She said incredulously to the twins shock, looking away annoyed from her and Hikaru glared at (name) but said nothing else.

The four went about their days, (name) in the soccer club and the other three at the host club.

(Name) Never really thought about the host club, his teammates always chatting about the club getting all the girls "(name) aren't you doing a project with one of the members?" His captain asked (name) who nodded "yeah, haruhi" he said simply and a member hung himself over the other "try and figure out how they get all the girls! Please (name)!" He begged and the teen rolled his eyes with a soft laugh "yeah, I'll make it mission number one" he said simply and the team made small talk, always trying to include (name). They didn't know his family secret but they knew he was shy and wanted him to know that they were friends with him.

"And don't forget to bring back the training camp forms!" The captain said seriously and everyone nodded before leaving, (name) going to the host club with a little confusion; he's never had to go to it so he's a bit lost ok!

"Music room number three... Number three..." He mumbled while looking at the doors signs and made a small 'aha!' when he saw the sign before taking a deep breath and knocking twice before opening the door. Rose petals assaulted his face and a resounding 'welcome!' before Hikaru spoke flatly "oh it's you" (name) ignored the elder twins snark and turned his attention to haruhi "club activities are still going I see, want me to meet you in the library?"

"And do what? Huh? What are you gonna do with our haruhi?!" Tamaki tried to get all dad mode but (name) just sighed "were partners for a--"'--PARTNERS?!" The blond looked like he was ready to drop either from horror or rage, maybe both "yes... In a project" (name) felt a headache form and wanted to leave and haruhi seemed tired "actually club activities just finished, let me grab my stuff and we can go"

But it's never that easy, she should have known.

She knew that they would never make it easy.

The project required them to go out and gather data and of course the host club would follow.

"Do they always do that or am I just special?" (Name) Asked her curiously before staring at her with a little more focus "ooooohhhh, wait no I get it now" he realized and haruhi looked panicked "trans?"

"No, i-uh I have to pay off a debt" she explained and he nodded "well I won't say anything don't worry... Anyways"

What none of them realized though was that they were being followed.

"That the kid?"

"He has some rich friends, could probably get a pretty penny off then as well..."

#ohshc x reader #ohshc x male reader #bungou stray dogs x male reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x male reader #bsd x reader #x male reader #x reader #anime x male reader #anime x reader

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hellaarknight · 5 months ago

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Reading "Death is the only option for the villainess" got me thinking.

So, I do love the dynamic of Chuuya with a s/o who's all cutesy and gentle and everything he thinks he's not. A s/o who needs protection, who always thinks about others, introverted, yada yada yada... You got the point.

But what about a s/o who's a freaking badass? And I'm not referring to working in the mafia and having a position or a cool ability. A civilian s/o who just sends everyone who pisses her off to hell, who isn't afraid to pick a fight and who is not easily intimidated. Who is kind but with boundaries. Who doesn't take any disrespect towards themselves or anyone important to them. Someone who will not beg for respect, affection or love. And Chuuya is absolutely head over heels about them because what do you mean they knocked out Dazai for calling him a short ugly slug? What do you mean they threatened Mori with a fiscal and governmental inspection if he didn't grant Chuuya the promised off days? And was so chill about it "If you don't respect your employee rights, I'll make sure that you will respect them one way or another. Yeah no, I don't give shit that you're the mafia's boss or whatever. The last assassins sent to deal with me are six feet under so I strongly advise you to rethink your response Mori-san." And Mori just complies with it because Elise is fascinated by this person and also can't have Chuuya known about his attempts to kill his lover.

#chuuya x reader #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x you #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs #chuuya bsd #hellawrites #badass reader #bungou stray dogs chuuya #dazai

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coolyiooo · 1 year ago

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BSD Men - Edging And Making Them Beg

Parings: Dazai, Ranpo, Fyodor, Atsushi, and Chuuya

❗Warnings❗: smut, MDNI, edging, begging, breeding kink, moaning, whimpering, groaning, teasing, etc

🖤DAZAI🖤

You and Dazai were sitting on your couch. You were straddling Dazai's lap while riding his cock. You were both kissing passionately yet aggressively and going at it at a fast pase.

Your hands roam all over his body and his gripped on your ass and would occasionally kiss your neck, nibbling on it. His moans only getting louder when he felt his release coming. You were also at your limit, but you wanted to test something out on your beautiful boyfriend.

"Ah yeah mph-! I'm gonna cum~ you feel so good, Bella~" he moaned.

Before you two could reach your climaxes, you pulled him out of you.He whined from the sudden loss of your wet walls around him. He looked at you with a confused yet worried like expression

"why'd you stop? I was just about to-" he stopped talking when he felt the tip of his cock get rubbed by your wet, warm folds, making him groan.

"You wanna cum, 'samu? Then beg for it" you said with a smirk

He looked at you with wide eyes then smirked "My, my, what a naughty minx you are~ making me beg?"

You only smirked wider as a response. He looks down to see his tip being soaked by ur juices and his precum, only making it harder for him to think properly. The feeling only made him realize that he needed to be back inside you.

"Bella, please let me cum. Please let me cum inside you. I want you so bad it hurts" he begged, looking at you with pleading eyes.

You kissed his lips and slammed his cock back inside you, making you two moan loudly. His head falling back onto the couch cushion. His eyes closed, really taking in how your walls clench around him.

"Mmn~! Yes, Bella ah~! So good! So fucking good~ don't stop please don't stop! Ah! Oh, Bella I'm going to~" he whimpered out loud before you both came together.

Both of you moaned loudly and held onto each other tightly, trembling from the amazing Climax. His forehead rested on your shoulder. You were both trying to catch your breaths as you kissed his cheek and smiled

"Your pretty cute when you beg 'samu"

He chuckles and smiles at you "only for you, my Belladonna. You drive me crazy, but I'd also like to see you beg~"

💚RANPO💚

You and Ranpo were both on your bed. You were on top of him, jumping on his cock at a fast and rough pase. Your hands pressed on his chest and his on your hips. His moans and whimpers were loud, but so was yours.

He really was reaching the deepest parts of you and you were beautifully clenching around him with your wet, warm walls. You were both just about to cum, but an idea popped up in ur mind.

"Mmmn~! Yeah, sugar just like that~ so tight ah~ so warm~ mmn-! Too good~"Just before he was about to reach his limit, you pulled him out of you.

He whined "H-Huh? What are you doing? I was just about to- AAH~!" He cut off his own sentence with a loud moan when you suddenly slammed his dick into your warm walls again.

Before he could cum, you pulled him out of you, making him whine again. "You want to cum Ranpo?" You asked while kissing his neck

He whimpered "y-yeah"

"Then be a good boy and beg" you pulled his hair, making him moan and his cock twitch.

"P-please... I want to cum" he said in a whisper, probably embarrassed that he's begging

You slammed his cock in you again, the sudden feeling made him moan, but you pulled him out of you once again.

"You could do better than that Ranpo~"

"P-please! I want to cum! I need to. Please make me cum-"

You sank yourself into him again and began going at a rough, fast pase. His whimpers were extremely loud and his hands gripped your hips.

He opened his eyes "AH~! Yes sugar MN~ don't stop! please don't, I'm gonna-!"

You both came at the same time, moaning loudly. His hot jizz filling you up and your walls twitching on him. He was breathing heavily as his body was twitching from the intense, pent up orgasm.

You kissed his lips and smiled at him "such a good boy"

💜FYODOR💜

Both of you were on the bed. Fyodor was on top of you and you were beneath him. You were moaning and gripping his shoulders while he was thrusting into you.

"Your so beautiful, myshka~ so breath taking Mmn- squeezing me so tightly~ are you desperate for my cum, moya lyubov'?"

Those words influenced you to abruptly pushed him over and sit on top of him, kissing his neck and chest.

He chuckled "getting confident, Myshka?"

You kissed his lips aggressively and bounced on his hard cock. He smirked into the kiss, amused by the situation, but he felt better than before. His cock was going inside you at a different angle than he's normally used to.

He was letting out breathy moans and groans. You could tell he was loving this, but you wanted to push your dominance a little further. As he was about to cum you slid him off of you.

He looked at you as you smiled "you want more? Beg for it, darling"

He looked at you with dark eyes, almost like a warning, but it changed when you only left the tip of his cock inside you. You could see him gulp a bit. You started to only fuck the head of his cock, leaving the rest of it out of your walls.

Honestly it was enough to make him cum. Even though only the head was inside of you, you could feel him throbbing from the stimulation. He just looked down to where you were both connected, his nails digging into your thighs. You moaned as you held his hips down so he wouldn't thrust upwards. He could feel his release coming, but you took him outside of you before he could.

"Myshka" he said in almost a warning voice, looking at you.

"I can do this all night Fedya~ I think I can get used to seeing you like this~" you smiled at him

He chuckled "your going to regret this later"

"Maybe, but that's not going to make me stop, my love " you smirked "So all you have to do is beg and I'll make you satisfied. It's that easy"

you brought the head of his dick inside you again and slowly moved your hips up and down on it, making him want more.

He sat up and pulled your hair harshly, accidentally sliding his whole cock inside of you, making you moan.

He whispers in your ear "Please, Myshka I want my cum deep inside you. Please make me cum. Your lucky you feel too good to resist" you were satisfied enough with his begging to start jumping on him again.

His grip on your hair tightening from the arousal. He started to groan louder, he didn't know he needed to cum this bad.

"Don't you dare stop, Myshka Mnnn~! Please dont- mph-"

"I don't think i can even if i wanted to- ah~! I'm going to-"

He slammed your hips onto him, making sure to shoot his cum deep inside you, both of you moaned and held each other tightly. You saw stars as you were calming down from your climax as he was taking in this amazing release, finally getting what he wanted.

You both laid your backs on the bed, breathing slightly rapidly. "That felt amazing" you said looking at him

He smiled "it was moya lyubov'" he chuckles "But I did say you'd regret this later, so be prepared"

💙ATSUSHI💙

You were jumping up and down on Atsushi's cock on your bed. His grip on your hips were tight and his whimpers and moans were making you wet. The tightness of your cunt and your moans only made him throb inside you, which made you feel better. God he turned you on so much.

"Your so beautiful y/n~ you feel so good~" he whimpered.

You could tell he was about to be at his limit, so you pulled him out of you. You wanted to see him beg, even if it's cruel, you just wanted to see him begging to cum.

He looked at you surprised and confused. You were just about to tell him to beg, but he cut you off

"W-why'd you stop? P-please it felt so good" he paused for a second, looking away from you with blushed cheeks, getting embarrassed.

You didn't even need to tell him to beg. He was already doing it.

"I need more of you y/n. I want to cum so badly inside of you P-please keep going-" you made him stopped his begging with a loud whimper when you began bouncing on his cock again.

You could feel his cock twitch more aggressively than it did before, making you more wet. The tip hitting your g spot over and over, bringing you closer to your release. Both you hugged each other tightly, the pleasure being too much.

"Y/n! Yes It feels so good! Mph-! Too good, i-im about to- mmn~!"You both came together, moaning out loud and twitching.

His hot cum coating your walls. You wanted to stay like this forever and I'm sure he would too.

"You were so good, Atsushi" you kissed his cheek and pet his hair

His breathing was shaky and harsh, but he looked into your eyes lovingly and kissed you. He then laid his head on your shoulder and closed his eyes.

His arms still wrapped around your body "i love you so much"

🧡CHUUYA🧡

You were riding on Chuuya's dick on your couch. He laid his head all the way back while moaning, slightly thrusting his hips upwards to be deeper inside of you.

His hands were on your waist and your hands laid on his shoulders. Your moans only fueled his pleasure and encouraged him to thrust into you faster.

"Mmn~! So good~ god your so sexy~ mph- faster, doll~" he moaned

After awhile, you could tell he was about to cum, but before he did you pulled him out of you. You always wanted to edge him to see him beg, so this was the perfect opportunity.

"Huh? Why'd you pull me out, doll?" He looked at you confused

"I'll let you cum as long as you beg for it" you smirked

"W-what? No I'm not gonna beg!" He looked at you with disbelief

You crossed your arms "Then I guess you won't cum" you were just about to get off of him but he held onto your wrists

"Wait! Damnit.." he looked into your eyes with a pleading look. He knew you were bratty enough to actually just leave him there unsatisfied

"well? Come on, Chuuya. I promise you won't regret it~"

He looked away with a scowl and blushed cheeks

"P-please.. I need you. I need you so bad" he looks at you "Please make me cum, doll"

You smiled at him "well how can I say no when you beg like that?"

You then instantly rammed his dick back inside you. His head falling back into the cushion, groaning loudly. You moaned as well while jumping on his cock at a rough pase.

"F-fuck! Yes ah~! Don't stop Mmn~ I'm gonna cum so fucking much~! Just how you like it~"

He grabbed your hips and thrusted upwards into you aggressively. His cock hitting deeper than it did before. Your limit hitting you with one last thrust as you felt Chuuya's sticky cum shoot inside you.

Both of you moaned from your stimulation. It felt incredible. You were catching your breath as you laid limp on his body, your chin laying on his shoulder.

He gently grabbed your hips and brought them towards his, slamming his cock back inside you, both of you moaning.

He smirked "This time I'll make you beg"

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