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asiaismyproblem · 5 years ago

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Author’s note(s) | Heeey nice to see you around here ^^ this is one of my favorite creations, please take good care of it

pairing | Barsinger!Yoongi x depressedartist!Hoseok

Warning(s) | explicit sex, praise kink, seok is whipped, handjob, masturbation, possessiveness, really messy and dirty lol, unprotected sex, oral (male), hair pulling, fingering, overstimulation.

Genre | Smut, angst

Words | 5.8k

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Walking down the street not knowing where to go, I felt like a failure. I have been unemployment for months now, and my savings wouldn’t last much longer. I was going from bad to worse, since I left the college of fine arts and lost my muse. I was walking without courage and worse without inspiration.

My head was full, once again I had dreamed of my ex and when I woke up, I remembered everything we went through and how I felt ruined when I lost her. At first, I had used all my anger and hurt to paint and with that I was able to graduate. But now I was in a constant state of procrastination. Nothing encouraged me to paint, my canvases had not been touched for months, and I saw nothing that could change my situation. This creative block and my sponsor beseeching for a new work were driving me to the brink of an outbreak.

That's why I was on the street at that hour, for a moment I thought that leaving my studio could clear my mind. But how did I get to Hongdae? That busy street was full of pubs along it. But one of them caught my attention. From the outside you could only see the access stairs and the door sign with various showbills pasted on it. I walked down the stairs of that pub-like place while looking out at the ragged posters I saw on the walls around me.

As soon as I entered the place I went straight to the bar. The pub was not very full which were a relief. I ordered my drink and while waiting I decided to pay some attention to the musician playing tonight. He looked like one of those alternative musicians, in ripped pants and dark plaid shirt over a shabby white. The place was not very well-lit, there were only a few spotlights in the bar and the supposed “stage” - it was just one of those old carpets that marked the supposed stage. The stage-focused illumination enhanced the singer, the way the lighting hit his face shadowed his features since he got his head down, that made me curious to see his face.

I sipped my drink as soon as it was delivered and kept analysing that musician for a long time forgetting for the first time in months of the failure that has been my life lately. He sang a slow song accompanying the guitar he played. The music played was great and the emotional load he put on singing made me wonder if he had ever experienced moments similar to the sayings in the song. He was intense even though the melody played was soft.

The song was one of those R&B that we listen to on the radio. I could hear it for hours just voice and guitar, I wouldn't mind. It was at the end of my glass when he announces a break from the show and gets up. The light finally illuminates the singer's face and if I already admired him by his voice, seeing his sculpted face I was speechless. It seemed like centuries since I went dumbfounded before a beautiful person and let's say the last time was not good. My muse.

Depression lashed me again, turning the swivel bar stool I asked the bartender for another dose of my drink and went back to get lost in thought. Awakening only to see the bartender handing me the glass, but soon returning to my apathetic state. I spent a long time going through the failures of my life while playing with the ice cubes in my glass. I could only think of how I didn’t figure it out she was cheating on me earlier? How and why did I lose her to another ridiculous and talentless painter? What did she gained exposing me to all my acquaintances? And what's the matter with my eccentricity? I would continue my monologue if it wasn't for a person who had sat beside me at the bar.

“A double shot of Glenfiddich single malt whiskey 18 years please” the person said, I turned to face who was the one who wanted the liver failure and It turned out to be the singer from before “make sure to put ice too” added and turned back, giving me a quick smile.

I don't know what had given me, but I really wanted to make conversation with that singer. He was right beside me, what did it cost? For those who have suffered so many disappointments in life what would be one out of a stranger. I had finally decided how to approach the stranger by my side, but before I started anything someone else catches the musician's attention by starting a conversation.

“Hi, I saw your show and I wanted to say that you sing very well” a woman who looked about 20 years old starts talking to the musician.

"Thanks, I'm glad you liked it," he replies. Even though his words were subtle, the way he spoke came out harsh. Sounds like he didn't want to prolong the dialogue. Another indication of this was that he did not turn to face the woman.

“Yes, what you did was amazing, how long have you been playi...”

"Excuse me, do I know you?" Says now looking annoyed, beating his glass on the bar counter.

“Pardon?” Said the girl, perplexed by the sudden change in behaviour.

“I asked if I know you” He said seriously now turning to face the girl.

“N-no”

"Then why are you forcing an intimacy that we don't have?" Finally said turning to face the couter again. He continued drinking his whiskey without caring that he had hurt her pride.

A tall broad-shouldered guy appears in front of the musician, being separated by the counter the close-faced bartender scolded the being beside me with just the look, but he didn't even seem to bother just sipping his drink without caring.

“Yoongi, what did I say about you being rude to customers? You’re going to scare all my customers” the clerk talks non-stop cleaning one of the beer mugs.

“Oh, a thousand pardons dear Seokjin for scaring that needy maiden who came to piss me off” both laughed. ‘Apparently, they were friends’ I made a mental note and turned my attention to something else. I finished my drink over again and asked another bartender to replace it. My faithful companion Bacardi was already having an effect on my body, but I wouldn't mind drinking another glass of it.

I saw the bartender to who helped me out to get my drink, but before that he stops and begins to whisper something to the one talking with the singer. I do not know what they said to each other, but soon enough Jin turned his head toward me, analysing me for a while. I didn't get what he meant with it so I just focused on the glass I still had in hand.

“Excuse me” the guy who was analysing me for a while, was now in front of me with a forced smile “one of the attendants said that you are already in the fourth glass and barely arrived here, have you had a bad day?”

“I've had a bad life now if you'll excuse me, I'd rather be alone with my glass.” I see the bartender's face close and I hear a laugh from the chair next to me. All I least needed right now was someone meddling in my life, that guy's speech had got on my nerves.

“Honestly...” said Jin seeming to dislike my answer. Then back in front of his friend “this one sounds like you answering me” he whispered to his friend who just laughed at the comment.

“I know it must sound a little inconvenient, but I need to know the name of the one who baffled the nosy bartender.” The musician comments kind of whispering leaning toward me. I end up laughing at his act since the bartenders were still around and could very well hear us.

I stared at him for a while to see if he really wanted my answer and saw him return my smirking half-smirk.

“I'm Hoseok, Jung Hoseok”

"A toast" He said, lifting the glass toward me, and then I did the same. I took only a sip, but still felt the liquid burn in my throat. I just grimaced at that.

"But tell me... what brings you to this bar on a Thursday night?"

“Frustration, I don’t have inspiration for my works...”

“So, you are a writer...?”

"Painter" I said, yellow smiling. He just nodded.

"And what causes your frustration, my dear painter friend? If you don't mind saying of course!”

"If I didn't mind, I'd tell your bartender friend" I said sadic to his interest. I heard the bartender laugh this time. Had the drink made me bitter to such questions or was it life that made me like this? The question remains.

"Well... forever get stuck with the problem in your throat, just know that I tried to help." He forced a smile as soon as he finished speaking. I confess that I was kind of unresponsive, I didn't expect him to burst like that.

“Hey! I didn't mean to be rude” I said trying to soften things without even knowing why “it's just that a lot has been happening lately...”

"I'm all ears" He straightened in his seat, turning his whole body toward me. I sighed seeing that it was too late now to give up telling anything.

“These are some personal life problems that ended up going to work. One person ended up ruining a work of years of dedication and still took my motivation to create something new”

“I understand perfectly... but unfortunately the only way out of this is to find another motivation. Anything even if it is not to make you lose your practice and stop altogether. Either that or we get lost in an existential emptiness, a path of no return where we are only brooding over past misunderstandings without hope of the future. I speak from experience" When he said that it ended up reminding me of him while singing and it gave me an idea.

“Yes, but what do I use for inspiration? A song?”

“Why not? Music can very well influence and inspire someone, be it the lyrics or the emotion in the melody” I nodded watching him drink again without caring that I was watching him.

"I know this may sound a little random, but can you help me?" He stared at me without understanding my request “Your music, it inspired me somehow. A way I didn't feel for a long time. If you could go to my studio...”

“wait, wait. Where to go?” he interrupts me with an air of laughter seeming not to believe what he heard - No I'm not going anywhere ...

"Please, I know it's weird, but let me try! You said yourself that I would fall into an abyss with no turn back if I don’t allow me try” He seems still reluctant to my request then I continue “I’m asking you this couse I saw you understand me. For the first time in months I saw something cheering me up to do something! So please, you need to help me out” I ended up speaking all at once, everything I wanted to ask since he sat beside me. The way our conversation went and the amount of alcohol ingested allowed me to ask what I wanted without being hampered by my conscience and my fear of rejection.

"For a drunk you talk too well" he said seriously this time analysing me for a while.

"For a bar musician you understand too well what I'm going through." We smiled at each other, but then turned our attention to our drinks. Then I realized that his was almost over.

"Do you want me to buy you a dose?" I said, drawing his attention back to me. A few minutes ago I had seen doubt in his eyes and with that I was sure that if I insisted a little more I could get him out of there.

“You say that to try to convince me?”

“I say that because I know I already convinced you” my cocky voice seemed to cheer the musician who laughed at it. I asked for another dose for him and me “Why not come meet my studio later? I bet you'll like it”

"Not before you tell me more details of what left you uninspired, my dear" I sighed, frustrated by the direction he was leading the conversation. "Problem with girls?" He asked, laughing and sipping his whiskey.

“In a way... Unfortunately”

"So, you are straight?"

“Bi” I correct him “but what does this have to do with you?”

"When you convince someone to come to your studio, it’s important" I ended up laughing with him at his comment. Several minutes passed and with them more glasses, and we were still there, me and the singer drinking quietly.

“Well then... are you coming?” I finished my last glass and went back to tape it.

“You haven't told me your situation yet”

"Maybe because this isn't the best place to talk about it, I need a reserved place" I said promptly, watching the singer smile rogue.

"I'll answer you as soon as the second half of my show is over" he said dismissively, and I just laughed at that.

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Sometime later finally the singer surrenders. We went all the way to my studio went in silence. As soon as we arrived, we went up to my studio or my house if I want to call too because due to my income I used my place of work as housing.

As soon as I entered, I tried to clean the place a little, to remove the cloths from the furniture and screens, get some brushes that were scattered and to find a place for the "model" to stay.

"Was it you who painted these pictures?" Yoongi caught my attention by asking your question. I looked where he was pointing and my heart clenched. That had been the last painting I did with my old muse.

“Hum... Yes, all the paintings in this apartment were made by me” I said and gave him a half smile. He smiled, staring back at the painting.

“You’re really good! Is a pity you're uninspired”

“I say the same.” Laughing nasal. “Don’t put all your trust in a person, when she goes away you run out of structure and lose everything you had”

"And who was the person who broke your trust?" he sat on a stool in front of one of the racks, I pulled one for myself to sat beside him.

“My muse. Actually, we were much more than just co-workers or even artist and muse if know what I mean. She seemed to understand me so well, my mistake was to believe that our relationship would not be shaken even after I told her my likes...”

“Your likes?” I sighed before starting my monolog.

“I'm not an ordinary painter, I like to paint people, the human figure itself regardless of sex, attracts me in many ways.”

"Normal, a lot of people paint people on pictures" he replied without understanding my point.

“Yes, the point is that after a while I started to want to paint bodies, not paint them on canvas, but paint the body itself. I wanted to paint one of my works on a human body, to see the colours blend in with the various colours of the skin, I...” a frustrated sigh escaped my lips. To think how my wish was so simple but it was so misunderstood by the person that I loved most.

“I wanted to do this with my old muse, but she said I was crazy and that we should end it. Things started going from bad to worse there, shortly after I went to try to reconcile with her and ask her to come back as we were before I asked to paint her. But when I went to her dorm, she was with another guy from my class together in bed. We had a fight again, and she said that if I went back to her, she would tell everyone that I wanted to paint people's bodies.”

"Don't feel bad, she was a terrible person! You didn't ask for anything absurd.” He ended his speech squeezing my shoulder with his hand. I lifted my head to face him and he returns my gaze.

“Would you do that for me?” I ask on impulse.

“what?” he seemed confused by my question.

"If it were you in her place... would you let me paint your body?"

He went unanswered for a while his face unreadable as he stared at me seeming to evaluate me. I wanted a positive response from him, but every minute without an answer I lost my hopes. I just wanted this stranger who apparently knew so well my situation said that it wasn’t a problem and that no matter where I was painting that does not make me a mad person.

I had already given up on waiting for an answer but before getting up he stops me gripping my arm.

“Yes...” I looked at him incredulously “no problem with that”

We stayed for a long time only looking at each other after what he told me. Maybe for him it had been just mere words but it had taken an entire weight of my back.

"Sorry to bother you with feelings like that" I said, getting up and going for a drink. I offered one to him, which he readily accepted.

"It's okay to talk about feelings, you're human after all" He seemed to look far beyond the back of my eyes when he told me that. I didn't give much importance I just attributed it to the drink and ignored it.

I grabbed one of the stands that I used to sit my muse on and started cleaning up leaving the singer aside for a while. I cleaned the entire surface and put one of the fabrics I had on it to protect.

“Here is where I'll stay?” It startled me when he suddenly appeared behind me holding his glass.

“What?” I didn't understand where he was going with that question.

"I came here to inspire you, didn't I? Why not inspire you the way you want it most” Yoongi said and removed his shirt. I was shocked for a while. Both for him taking off his shirt and for what might happen next.

"Will you let me paint you?" I asked just to confirm that I understood correctly.

“Yes, after you said I kind of got curious…” he smiled rogue and I end up laughing at your comment. I started picking some materials around the room, didn't want to give him time to change his mind. I was in front of him again soon after.

"Don't get me wrong... but I'll need you to take more than just the shirt off"

He sighed looking at me “Okay, if this is for the sake of art…”

The singer then began to take off the rest of his clothes getting his body completely exposed. I confess that my gaze passed over the small slim body without any shame. I could stare at hours without getting tired from your body that seemed to have been carved. The ill-defined muscles, smooth white skin untouched like a blank canvas, lips and rosy little cheeks. I wanted to touch him and soon would.

I asked Yoongi to get up there and to stay there until I prepared everything. I grabbed the nearby stool and used it to support my paints and brushes I would use. My hands shook with the excitement. Finally, I would see one of my biggest dreams as an artist come true.

I turned back to the singer and looked him up and down. I warned him that I would start in the back so that he could get used to the situation. I looked at his back and ran my hands around, scrutinizing my newest and most unusual canvas.

His skin crawled as I passed the brush with paint on his back. The reaction of the hairs bristling with the icy touch of ink gave me even more courage to continue. I was painting random things on his back and every time I returned the brush to his skin new reactions would come. Laughter, goose bumps, his body retracting, strange sounds coming out of his mouth. All of them were also depicted on his back, shoulders and neck.

Until I decided to paint the front. He was panting and a flush on his face. I ignored continuing my work. I smoothed his body knowing his anatomy while creating designs on his chest. I descended my scribbles a little farther around his shapes until I found an already awake part of his body. I stopped what I was doing to look at his face. He was looking down at me seeing what I was doing in his body panting and with an even greater flush on his face.

"Oopsie" he said sarcastically because I realized his situation.

It just made me more and more curious to see his reactions up close. I began to make random contours with the brush across his chest as he gasped and his cock grow even more because I had painted closer to it. I brushed the groin receiving even more interesting reactions. Not only from his body, but mine as well.

I stop what I was doing and climb onto the stage now getting a little taller than him. I wanted to see more expressions and as close as possible. I dropped the brush aside and began to spread the paint with my fingertips. I could feel his body prickle at my fingertips and see his face twisting at the sensations, various ideas of pictures were going through my head, but at that moment I just wanted to draw on his body with my fingers.

I touched his face soiling his jaw and cheeks leaving blemishes without worry, just wanted to lift his face and see his reactions. I slid the back of my hand down his cheek watching him blink slowly. His movements mesmerized me like no one else's, I was fascinated by him. I just wanted to see him. His body still panting, I could feel his breath mingling with mine at the close distance we had now. I couldn't stop looking into his eyes, something inside me didn't want to lose any movement that being that seemed so unpredictable could do. And my theory was proved when in a few seconds the singer closed the space between us.

Our lips moved quickly, as if time were scarce. I held the back of his neck deepening the kiss, all I could hear at that moment was my heartbeat and the snap our mouths made from the kiss. I run my hands down to his hips and squeezed, eventually getting a moan in return.

Yoongi finally reciprocates my touches and starts trying to pull my shirt up. I stop the kiss and help him remove my shirt soon putting our mouths together again. We'll crouch down until we're finally both lying down. His hands now ran everywhere possible on my body.

I hear the noise of something falling and turn to see. When I looked at the floor, I saw some brushes and paints dropped. But Yoongi's seals around my neck did not let me stay in them for too long.

I just let out a moan and saw min's smile in approval. I got up to take off the rest of my clothes. while standing I could see his dishevelled panting figure that turned me on even more. Without delay I lie back over him and our limbs touch. Both of us gasp at the sudden touch. I pull the hair at the nape of his neck and start another kiss, my hands running over his body and not holding back the urge to squeeze it.

Yoongi reverses our position by sitting on top of my legs, his hand slowly descends down my trunk to the base of my cock. Without breaking our eye contact he begins to kiss my full length; I shiver in anticipation. When Yoongi put my whole member in his mouth I couldn't contain myself. I could no longer recognize the noises coming out of my mouth, the pleasure being provided was too much.

I couldn't contain myself; I felt my cock getting harder and harder as I looked at that figure on his knees in front of me. Even choking he made sure to keep his gaze on me. I felt like it wouldn't last long if he kept it up. So I pulled his hair, putting our lips together again. He in turn grabbed our members and began masturbating us with his hands. We both moaned during the kiss. The new sensation sending shivers all over my body.

Running out of patience I pushed him to the same bed again. I'm still on my knees staring at him, the ink on his body now a little dry contrasting with his sweat and some purple markings left by my hands. ‘so beautiful’ I thought to myself. Everything about him was exciting. Yoongi kept his intense gaze on me. Like he was trying to guess my movements. When he licked his lips, moistening them felt like a trigger for me. I wasted no time, followed his teasing and began to kiss his neck and down to his anus where I began to lick to lubricate it. He moaned breathlessly at the contact of my tongue in such a sensitive area of him. I was still licking when I decided to double-digit his entry making scissor moves to accustom his entry to my size.

“Ho... seok... come on” Yoongi said brokenly trying to get me to rush.

I placed my cock's head in his entrance, rubbing around until finally inside. The singer arches his back and moans loudly. Taking that as an incentive and starting to slowly come in until fully inside. I gasp when I feel his walls squeezing me. Waited a few seconds until he gives me the okay to move. when he finally wrapped his arms around my neck and nodded to me I started to move inside him. I grasped his thighs trying to find a better angle to stock him up and as soon as I change my position, Yoongi practically screams in delight. I deduce that this was his G spot and intensify my movements always trying to reach that same place.

The sounds intensified as I moved faster. Yoongi with his head thrown back seemed lost in his own pleasure. I couldn't control myself going faster and faster inside him. Yoongi seems not satisfied with that position and suddenly reverses it leaving me under him as he rode my cock. A new wave of pleasure rushed over my body, that new position allowed me to go deeper. The singer's hands flat on my chest scratching it also helped the nearness of my climax.

I was getting closer and closer so I started masturbating Yoongi so we could come at the same time. At that moment we were just booing with our moans. He increasingly intensified his movements indicating how close he was to his apex, I kept moving my hand on his cock until I felt his body tremble over mine and his warm liquid on my hand. His still shaking body was supported by his arms on my chest. I laid him down slowly still inside. I still needed to finish. At the haze of his orgasm he keep calling my name softly and seals my mouth. I stock up fast and deep. Although tired Yoongi moaned low which excited me even more. I slid one of his legs over my shoulder and held it in an attempt to get closer and go deeper. And with a few more thrusts I come inside Yoongi, still numbed by the pleasure I gave a few more thrusts until finally stop.

I grabbed a damp cloth and carefully wiped it away from our already half-dried fluids. He kept looking at me as I took care of him. As soon as I was done, I threw the cloth anywhere in the room and lay down next to him. Wordlessly he approaches me putting one leg over my trunk and kissing my neck. We started a random conversation that lasted until we fell asleep.

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I woke up with my back aching from having slept on that hard surface, turned sideways trying to settle myself better there, and came across the sleeping singer.

The image of him lying down, the painting I made on his back now blurred. Covered only by a thin sheet with the sun beating on his body made me want to draw it. Yoongi was a full screen. I could lie there admiring him for a lifetime.

"Morning” I said as he finished stretching and turned towards me.

“Do you always wake people up with this vision?” I laughed when he asked me staring at my body with no shame. I leaned our foreheads without breaking eye contact, his hands meeting mine on his cheek, our lips touching without a kiss just feeling the approach.

"I have to go..." he said, but I didn't let him go, when he tried to get up. I pulled him back against my body causing him to fall on me. This time I sealed our lips in a silent request for him to stay. Our mouths moved together with our tongues in a calm kiss. With each second they bumped into each other. Yoongi sighed and pressed me closer to his body. When the air became necessary, we parted. I left some seals in his mouth at the end of the kiss what made him laugh. He in return played with our hands that had intertwined during the kiss giving several kisses on them.

"I really have to go" he said, getting up and stopping playing with our hands.

I lay watching his movements as he dressed. Thinking of a thousand ways to make him stay but to no avail. None seemed good enough to convince him. When he finishes dressing, I saw him coming towards me. I lean on my elbows to look at him better. Before he says anything, he leans toward me and gives me a seal. I put a hand on his cheek in an attempt to deepen our kiss, but he pulls away.

“Will you come again?” I ask in the same position.

"I'll answer you after my show" he says, leaving the apartment and I laugh at his statement similar to last night.

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Ever since the meeting with that singer I managed to get rid of all the weight I carried since the day I graduated. He got me to see that it’s okay to have peculiar tastes and that’s what makes the artist who he really is. With all the paintings I have produced since then I have established myself. And over time my name has gradually been recognized in the art world.

I really wanted to meet him someday just to thank him. That day we met was a turning point in my life. Sometimes I still find myself thinking about that night and that stranger who unknowingly helped me so much. What he would be like today, and what I would be like if I hadn't found him. So many questions comes to my head when I remembered that singer. And I wonder what it would have been like if he had stayed in my life.

I set aside these thoughts and focus on what I was doing. I was organizing my studio by putting the finished works in a separate place and storing the materials when I hear a knock on the door. The door was ajar so I just shout to the person to enter.

When I finish organizing what I was stirring I turn to see who it was.

“Yoongi?” I couldn’t believe what was right in front of me. He was right there. We smile complicit at each other.

“You still remember me? It's been a while...”

"Hard to forget about you, the paintings you helped me paint were the ones that brought me here."

"Glad to hear that I sell well" we both laugh at his comment.

“Yes… but apparently it wasn't just me who luck smiled at right?” I comment looking at how well dressed he was. He smiles rogue.

“After a while I ended up meeting a talent scout, now you’re looking at a professional singer.”

I smiled happily at him, but said nothing. A doubt remained in my head and with it a little hope.

“Yoongi ... what brings you here in my room?”

“I wanted to talk ... spend some quality time with an old acquaintance”

“Just talk?” I said breaking the space we had between us without touching him.

“Just talk” he said pulling back a little to get a better look at me “I found myself thinking about the day we met and was curious to know how you were doing”

“Good to know I'm not the only homesick at that time” I say and he laughs through his nose.

"Sometimes I miss the simple life of a bar singer and the little adventures I had" Yoongi said the last part looking into my eyes. It was good to know that night was remembered by both of us in the same way. As something good.

“We don't have to go back in time to still live certain adventures”

"Still… I'm not the same bar singer anymore. Besides, some memories are better when left where they are” I nodded, understanding where he was going.

Silence settled in the studio. Each one lost in its own thinking and in everything that happened years ago in that same place. I really wanted to relive that moment and it all depended on this person in front of me to happen.

“It was good to see you Hoseok” I see his hand outstretched toward me so I shake his hand. Even discouraged I end up smiling at him.

"Likewise" Replied. Seeing him walk away I couldn't help myself. "You know it's up to you, Yoongi." He pauses and laughs.

"I'll answer you after my show" he said dismissively as he did a few years ago and I just laughed at that.

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daughterofsinsloth · 7 years ago

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Hello! I’m the Anon who asked for the Multi-Chapter SKK last month(?) and I seriously love your recommendations! I’m still reading halfway since I started my own fic after reading so much! Thank you so much for this it seriously helped me to improve me writing skills (tho I’m still quite nervous). I hope I’m not asking too much but if you were to suggest me a multi-chapter or one shot smut of SKK, what would it be? Somehow writing smut is my biggest problem as a fic writer 😂

hello hello anon-chaaaan!!!! yes of course I remember you!!! how have you been?

Im sooo happy that you enjoyed my recommendations! have fun reading the rest!!! :)

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now! can I say that I was waiting for this ask all of my life? not gonna lie smut is great! but also hard I understand you dear anon! the awkwardness… the shyness… man smut is hard..

but worry not my friend! I got you! ;)

since I dont know what your fic is about, I will give you various of fics multi and one-shots; AU or CANON

Touch Me by murderousprey :

okay lets start with an AU! it takes place after the war, at modern Japan in the 40′ . its about teacher!Dazai and military!Chuuya with age difference. its Chuuya’s first time with his crush and Dazai is sedusive as always. good back story too. well-writen and cinematic. they built well the story and the deed around the emotions that this two have. one-shot

A toast to our beginning by AnonLearnsToWrite :

another AU with barsinger!Chuuya and mafiaboss!Dazai. dark and spicy.well written and totally , 1000% gets you there. you can see cleary their chemistry at every levels. nice story too. one shot

kiss me on the lips(and show you love me) by photography_tea :

I have talked about this before. smut with feelings but more like make love. really great fic. canon verse, one-shot

Mine by stargazerlilith :

also great great fic. reflecks perfictally their relationship. one-shot. well written, chuuya is a badass. dazai’s strangle is being shown really grea tat the background. chuuya wants them to try again and that kills me.

It’s About To Go Down, We Go Have A Show Down by shakethatcas :

college!AU smut at the library. also has a bit of crack. one-shot.

The Monster and Ennui by caitybelle_ackeryandere :

the first one is AU with sugar daddy!dazai and sugar baby!chuuya.its multi, but unfinished. still great tho. nice builted up story and really dark. the second one its canon verse. they meet up after a long time. its hate hate hate and end up painfully with feelings. one-shot

Centripetal by owlsareheadturners:

I absolutely loooove this fic! its after ep 16 of season 1. drunk but sweet in the some time. there is something in it that makes it great. feelings everywhere and denial is there too.its kinda cute actually. one-shot but freaking long

a very common crisis by Lua :

this is what a call “longing smut”. through chuuya’s eyes there “love game” and the longing in it. it sumply has to be only this two. no one else but they. its about dazai holding chuuya’s wirst every time they do the deed and that that represent their relationship. like their conecting point. one-shot

some works by Kibasix:

Show Me What I Can’t See (When The Spark In My Eyes Is Gone)

Anything You Say Can And Will Be Held Against You (So Only Say My Name, It Will Be Held Against You)

(A Little Less Sixteen Candles) A Little More Touch Me

Saying Goodbye by naughthere :

a sad sad one-shot.lots lots of feelings as Dazai decides to leave Chuuya behind; chuuya tries to figure what to do now.

eighth time’s the charm by izayas :

student!AU. okay this kids are trying; leave them alone! fluff, crack, smut all together! it took 8 tries for them but finilly they made it! one-shot

Stones In Glass House by mostladylikeladythateverladied:

another favorite fic! jealous!dazai on a mission. fyudor is there. chuuya is gorgeous and he knows it! its semi-public. a great great one-shot

some works by Kuronoa:

The One-Shots Kura Swept Under the Rug

It’s me or the bike (Obviously, it’s the bike)

Bury Me in Chrysanthemums

Desire

The Bet by FallenAkito :

a must must! love this fic. its funny. a true Dazai fic! one-shhot

all works by SHSLFriends

all works by Memos

Shots in The Dark by Calorae :

another great bet for chuuya! this time he doesnt regter it ; not that he doeas with the others too here we are in mafia’s days. one-shot

The Glow of Blinded Room by Raven_Rein :

one-shot, there is a narrator here. its a bit of adrenaline, a bit of drunkness and a lots of emotions. its a good one.

You're so beautiful Dazai by chuuyaass :

a favorite one! one-shot. It starts with Chuuya and Dazai fooling around in an elevator but leads to Chuuya wanting to take care of Dazai. He deserves to feel loved. dazai and happiness right????

Illustrations of Lying by writingfromtheshadows:

ooooh i forgot this one on your prievious ask!!! okay okay this onehas it all and its super duper awsome!!!!! its multi with 20 chptrs. its canon verse with mafia dazai. its amazing at ever level! dark, anxious, agony, fear, love. everything!

okay anon-chan Im gonna stop here or you will never finish reading!!!!!

happy happy reading and be well! I will be waiting for your fic!!!!!

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be well! :)

have a wonderful day!

#fic rec #bungou stray dogs #soukoku #highly recommended

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