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arabella0001 · 18 days ago

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dazai smut when seeing y/n on the beach <33

cn: explicit sexual content. explicit consent. light sub/dom. dirty talk, rough sex. vaginal fingering. slight possessiveness. tsundere dazai but still dazai. fluff.

⟡ ݁ . ݁ fandom: bungou stray dogs

⟡ ݁ . ݁ pairing: dazai osamu x reader

It was a completely disastrous day to be outside. So hot that Dazai was nowhere to be found when you needed him.

“Dazai, where the fuck are you?!”

You heard his faint chuckle from the office, even though you were standing in the middle of the room with the door wide open. Dazai wasn’t there, he probably was in the “secret” room beside it. A tiny space, like the back storage room of a small shop, hidden behind the wall. A secret wine cellar. A hidden room designed to store whiskey with a cooling system connected to the agency’s electrical grid. It probably siphoned electricity, considering Fukuzawa didn’t know it existed.

You closed the door behind you, at least respecting the exception he made in letting you know about the place. Probably a trust test, knowing Dazai. You slid your hand between the shelves, struggling to reach the small panel until the shelves rotated silently. One hand on your hip, you stared at Dazai, lounging in an armchair, legs crossed, a half-finished whiskey in his hand, and a black feathered fan fluttering lazily.

“For whom do I owe the pleasure of this delightful rendezvous?” His smile was the same as always, his dark brown lifeless eyes fixed on you.

“Really, Dazai? You promised you’d come with us this time.“

He closed the fan and placed it beneath his chin, pouting dramatically.

“Hmm, something came up today… I think I was supposed to visit Sasaki, you know… the waitress? I think she has a soft spot for me.”

You widened your eyes in frustration, gesturing with your hands as your irritation flared.

“Dazai!”

His smile grew wider as he stood, brushing off imaginary dust from his pants before lifting his arms in surrender.

“Okay, okay. No need to get mad, bella. Even though this side of you has a certain charm.”

You blushed furiously at his usual flirting. You knew you weren’t special, but sometimes he caught you off guard. Still, you rolled your eyes, playing it off like you were just shy. Not that there was a small… tiny… chance you actually liked him.

Dazai stepped out of the room, glancing over his shoulder until you followed.

“I mean, how could I miss seeing Y/N in a swimsuit?”

Your eyes widened before you pushed him by the back, groaning. You typed the code faster to lock the door and rushed off to get changed, Dazai’s soft laugh trailing behind you.

His empty eyes stayed on your back a few moments longer, a wicked glint in them not entirely visible.

That skirt is a little too dangerous, my dear.

Later, you were chaotically busy setting things up on the beach. Everything had finally started to calm down.

Fukuzawa sat on a lounge chair, his gaze serious despite the likely childish conversation he was having with Ranpo, who sat cross-legged in the sand below him.

Tanizaki, Atsushi, and Kenji were arguing over who would be the one who try to catch the ball in their game 2vs1, and of course, Atsushi sacrificed himself. Although, he was thankful enough you all come here today for him, since he never had the ocassion to go to the beach.

Despite how she sometimes scared you, Akiko was the one you occasionally talked to—just small talk—but she helped you out with the organizing, especially seeing how flustered you were.

Doppo wasn’t the most fun at the beach, though he preferred judging the match from a lounge chair, while Naomi tried to pressure him into making Tanizaki win. But Doppo was too strict to fall for tricks.

And you… you ended up sitting—unintentionally (or intentionally, since you planned the setup)—next to Dazai. You already regretted it, given how often he complained about the heat, fanning himself dramatically. When you got irritated with his theatrics, he fanned you too, just to calm you down—which only pissed you off more.

Still, you hadn’t changed yet.

Not that he had. His shirt still covered his body, along with the bandages on his arms. Only his shorts and flip-flops gave him a more summery look.

Your hands trembled slightly on your beach dress, left in your two-piece underneath. The bottoms were a little too exposing, so you covered them with a swim skirt.

You felt exposed, and when you were finally done, your gaze went straight to Dazai.

He had no shame staring at you from head to toe, with long pauses that made your breath catch.

You shot him a glare—but that smirk (your weakness) already curled on his lips. He knew what he was doing, and you were reacting exactly the way he wanted.

You sat down while Dazai sipped through the straw in his drink, his voice feigning innocence when you asked Akiko to apply sunscreen.

“Why don’t you ask me? I’ve been complimented before. Apparently, I give great massages.”

You muttered a “Shut up” while Akiko started applying the cream on your back, a little robotically.

You lifted your head when he asked,

“Can you put some on my face?”

You furrowed your brows, analyzing his usual expression, trying to figure out his real motive.

“Fine.”

He closed his eyes in satisfaction, grinning wider.

You took a bit of sunscreen and hesitated before touching him, but eventually spread it across his pale skin. So healthy it annoyed you.

He hummed in approval, as if it relaxed him.

You gulped when you noticed he never looked away from your face, eyes gleaming with something too intense. You couldn’t avoid it anymore. You looked straight back at him.

You hoped Dazai didn’t see the years of hidden emotion behind your gaze. It felt like it was urging you to avoid it as much as possible.

“Close your eyes.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You finished, your fingertips trembling slightly at the end.

He cupped your hands off his face. Your cheeks turned red again, and you brushed him off quickly, trying to kill the tension. He’s such a fucking tease.

“Let me beat your ass at UNO.”

He chuckled, accepting your challenge.

“Anytime you want, bella.”

That stupid name.

After a full hour of draining your brain playing UNO, you threw the cards everywhere, furious at how he manipulated you by pretending to be a beginner.

“You’re the most annoying person I fucking know!”

“Oh! That’s good. At least I’m number one at something in your life.”

“Oh please. Like you care.”

You collapsed into the lounge chair, trying to seem relaxed, but your eyes were tightly shut and your brow furrowed.

Dazai placed a hand dramatically on his chest.

“How can you say that! You’re my favorite on the team.”

You cracked one eye open to glare at him right before Ranpo’s voice called out from the water.

“Y/N, where are the towels?”

Your face fell, mouth opening.

“For fuck’s sake, I forgot!”You jumped up angrily. “I’ll go get them.” You pointed at Dazai. “You. Stay here.”

He smiled at you again but didn’t respond.

You could feel your body trembling, your legs crossed, but still your hands were kept behind your back for support, crossed and fidgeting slightly. Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth, anxious, your eyes darting all over the room, distracted. After all the tension in your body over the hours, you finally had to calm down. Especially since, no matter how much you scolded Dazai with your eyes, he still liked to look at every part of your body, (especially when you bent over).

Dazai had a talent for always being vague enough that you missed the hints, like the one where you got agitated when Ranpo asked about the towels—turns out, that was planned all along.

He dropped them here, when you weren’t looking.

“Oh, hello again, Y/N!” His voice jolted you, making you jump a little, your gaze snapping over your shoulder toward him. He gave you a full-body scan and for some hidden reason, heat bloomed across your skin. Dazai, on the other hand, didn’t seem to notice your state, which made you feel a little safer. He placed a hand behind his head, eyes closed, a naive smile on his lips. “Hope you didn’t wait too long for me.”

You gulped, seeing the moment his eyes were closed to scan his body instead. You couldn’t even be mad at him for now listening to you. Dazai was already here, seeing you unraveling. Unlucky—by the time you reached his eyes, he was already watching you. That look… you’d never seen it before. That’s the only reason you could explain why it cut your breath like that. Dazai sometimes felt… unreachable? Like he switched personas. One part of him was the joking, disturbing side that left you shocked with his suicidal humor. Another side was soft, caring—though sometimes it felt like he was just using you.

And this one? That glint in his eye. Frightening.

But it makes no sense to judge him. Because that would mean you’d have to judge yourself even harder, since that exact side of him was what attracted you most.

“Something wrong, sweetheart?” Dazai leaned against the doorframe, tilting his head slightly.

He snapped you out of your trance, pulling you back to the present. You looked away quickly, searching for clean towels in your shared cabinet.

“Ah, no! Sorry… just, you look good today, i guess. That’s all.” You flashed him a genuine smile over your shoulder, but Dazai could tell it was forced.

While you pretended to search those damn towels, your hands trembling slightly as they touched them, a ringing started in your ears and made your head dizzy. You heard his steps slowly approach, his voice lower now.

“Yes? How sweet. That’s rare, coming from you.” He snorted a little, his tone dramatically exaggerated, but the next line came out low, deep, whispered at your ear. His head tilted, his hands stuffed in his shirt sleeves. “I thought the same today. How cute you look.”

You felt a shiver crawl down your spine, your hands visibly trembling as you packed and unpacked the towel. “Y-yeah?”

Dazai raised a hand slightly, leaning in next to you and placing it over yours to make you drop the towel.

Your eyes met.

“Are you going to tell me something?”

Your cheeks deepened in color.

“W-why?”

When Dazai moved a little, you panicked, turning and leaning your back against the cabinet—only making it easier for him to be right in front of you. And he smirked, seeing every inch of your expression.

“That’s better.” He moved slightly closer, making your body tense up. His gaze was hard to read, the outside light behind him reflecting off the sides of his face and darkening his eyes. “Now, where were we?”

“D-Dazai? You’re acting a little weird… I don’t have anything to say!”

Silence. The only sound was the dripping from the sink, each drop hitting the basin with sharp impact.

“I don’t know if I told you this about me, but I don’t like lies.”

Your eyes widened, and your breath hitched when you felt Dazai’s breath on your skin—but not where you expected. It was on your neck.

You flinched, more from surprise than anything else, because you were extremely aroused already. You didn’t understand him, didn’t know what he might do next, so no mental pattern could help you now. But your attraction to him had always been there. So of course, when you felt his lips, you let out a sound of pleasure.

That only deepened his smirk.

“D-Dazai. What are you doing?”

His right hand rested gently on your hip while the other fixed behind your neck to keep it still. You tilted your head to give him space to leave those weak kisses, but at your reaction, Dazai bit your neck lightly at first, making your knees buckle. You didn’t even hiss—just moaned, which only made him bite harder. That’s when you hissed, placing a hand on his abdomen for support. The pain was sweet, but shame curled in your stomach when he looked into your eyes, confronting your hidden desire.

“You’re so easy to read, it’s cute. Desperate, but cute.”

His lips brushed your face, leaving shallow kisses, while his hand tilted your chin to the side. You couldn’t move. You felt weak in his hands, like you belonged to it.

“Such a poor thing. Did you think you were that subtle all this time?” His voice sounded sweet, but his words were laced with malice. The kind that delighted in how obedient you were. And that realization sent a jolt through you, making you smile.

“I didn’t w-want you to know.”

Playing innocent wouldn’t help you now, and Dazai knew it. His grip tightened on your hip. His smile faded, which scared you a little. His eyes dropped to your body, watching the goosebumps form in response. Your skin burned under his stare, and he enjoyed the effect he had on you. It sent a thrill through him.

You gaze dropped, didn’t think twice before speaking.

“I’ve always found your hands interesting.”

“Want me to show you what they’re for?” His fingers inched closer between your legs and you could swear your vision blurred. Your mouth felt dry, your arousal worsening, and the hardest part was trying to hold eye contact for more than a minute. But Dazai didn’t let you look away. He gripped your chin, forcing the connection.

“Tell me, bella.” It was unbelievable how weak you were since he touched you. You didn’t fully trust him yet, but the way he brought you to this state was enough to make you feel desperately in need of relief.

“Yes, please.”

Dazai leaned toward your mouth, satisfied with your begging, stuttering voice, while at the same time his hand cupped your pussy. You moaned, parting your lips, but he kissed you slowly, in contrast with his fingers dragging along your clothed pussy, down and up, then teasing your thighs.

You trembled against him, fighting the urge to close your legs. But he made sure you didn’t, using his weight to press one of your thighs aside and keep you in place. Your breath grew heavier, the feeling intense and hard to endure.

His lips were soft and full, dominating yours, making space for his tongue as he began to explore your mouth, twirling his tongue with yours.

His fingers found your clit and your hips bucked, making him chuckle. He started moving in slow circles, kissing you, pulling back just to tease.

“Seems like you don’t even care if someone sees us.” You flushed with embarrassment at the thought, remembering where you were. You looked at him accusingly, but he only grinned. He slowed down, making your expression twist in confusion before speeding up again.

“But you don’t want me to stop, do you, bella?”

You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how desperate you were, so you just nodded. That flash in his eyes told you he liked the challenge. The impulse reflected in his finger, which dipped lower, testing your entrance and starting to push inside gently—though you were so wet there was no resistance.

Your mouth parted, your eyes widened, a louder moan escaping you, making you cover your mouth instinctively. His finger slid deeper, still slowly. Almost annoyed, Dazai lowered your hand, replacing it with his own, squeezing your cheeks. You didn’t listen. You didn’t respond the way he wanted. You were hiding your reactions.

That annoyed him.

“Don’t.”

“B-but—”

He added a second finger, stretching you more.

“I said don’t.”

Somehow, his darkened eyes shocked you. He had never spoken to you like this before. The dirty, concelead part of you completely submitted to this new side of him. His fingers turned rougher, breaking every last, rational thought into obedient fragments. You knew he knew exactly what he was doing.

“D-Dazai—”

His head lowered, exploring your breasts with kisses. He cupped one in his hand, kissing and sucking until he pulled gently at your nipple. Then he repeated it on the other, driving you mad.

“That’s more like it.”

“Please… please someone will come—please make me cum faster—”

His eyes widened mockingly, but his movements turned heavier at your plea.

“Oh? Greedy, aren’t we, bella?”

You nodded quickly. Your chest rose and fell with intensity—not just from the pleasure, but from how emotional it all felt.

“And what do I get in return?” Dazai mostly joked, just to see your reaction.

“Anything you want… anything—“

You were so close, and Dazai didn’t tease you long after that, bringing you to climax with his thumb circling your clit while the two fingers stayed deep inside. He gripped your chin again, tighter this time, forcing you to look into his eyes as your orgasm overtook you, spreading heat through your whole body while his gaze hypnotized you.

“K-kiss me.” You barely managed the words at the end of your orgasm.

It was the first time Dazai looked hesitant. The obscene image of you clearly affected him, almost an obsession took roots—but still, he gave you what you wanted, kissing you back with matching intensity. Dazai prolonged the moment, still fingering you slowly, until he pulled away just to taste your arousal on his fingers that left you breathless.

You dropped your swimming skirt in one swift motion, trying to steady your breath while Dazai smoothly stepped back. Ranpo shoved the door open with firm steps.

“Y/N? What’s taking so long?” His closed eyes squinted behind the glass in confusion, locking on the two of you.

Dazai was so unnervingly calm that it made you furious. He was too good at hiding. He smiled normally, already back to his usual silly demeanor.

“Did you know Y/N is a perfectionist? She struggled so hard to pick a towel for her friends.” Your hand twitched, barely stopping yourself from hitting him.

“Yeaah… right.” Ranpo murmured.

You slipped out of his space, grabbing a few towels at random, aggressive in your movements, and shoved them at Ranpo. Dazai followed behind, walking slowly.

But just before you all stepped back outside, he dragged you so fast you didn’t even have time to make a sound.

Only when your back hit the door. The changing room’s door.

“What the fuck—”

Ranpo, left outside in confusion, only noticed too late that no one was behind him anymore. Stillc he shrugged indifferently. Not my business.

Dazai’s eyes were anything but empty now. Those darkened pupils spoke only one thing.

“Not so fast, bella.” He turned you around roughly, one hand landing on your lower back and dragging down, sliding over your ass and between your cheeks, making your legs part instinctively in response. “After all, you promised me something, didn’t you?”

You gasped, trembling at his touch, arching your body back to chase his hands.

“You’re so mean.”

He chuckled, feeling how your pussy throbbed under his fingers, spreading your previous arousal from earlier.

“Am I?” Dazai didn’t believe a word, but he was always cautious. Always calculated. “Say you don’t want it, bella.”He massaged your ass, trailing his hand lower down your trembling legs. “And I’ll stop. I promise.”

His sweet tone was intoxicating, but his hands stilled. His body was so close, yet not enough for what you craved right now. You turned your cheek from the door, glancing sideways toward him. He could see you licking your dry lips, thinking. You hated how your voice came out stuttering again.

“I-I want it, Dazai.”

His smirk returned at the same with his hands. One came to your front, landing gently at your throat, resting there without pressure.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You moaned when you felt his hard cock grind slightly against you, frustrated by the fabric between you. You tried to move, to undress him, but he squeezed your throat just slightly, halting your silent plan—and you thanked him with another moan.

So you’re like that, huh?

“D-Dazai.”

His grip on your throat was light, barely reducing your already heavy breath, while his other fingers slid across your back, smoothly undoing the knot of your bikini top. Your breasts responded instantly, aching for attention—but he ignored them for now, focusing on your ass instead, squeezing and massaging it before delivering a small slap.

Your thighs twitched, trying to close, chasing the sting—an involuntary sign that you liked the pain.

But how much?

Dazai slapped the same spot again, harder, then again, the same treatment repeated.

Your whines filled the air, but you only pushed more of your face against the door, parting your legs and arching your hips toward him. So he slapped harder. Multiple times. Until a tear slipped down your cheek.

His hands soothed the area, but when you turned to look at him, he was already kneeling behind you, eyes locked.

His expression was serious. His breath heavier. And his eyes? Only hunger.

He was affected—truly—by your obedience.

You felt his warm tongue glide across the bruised skin, your eyes going glassy at the sight in front of you. Then, his firm hand pushed your head back down, keeping you in place, while his other hand bent you slightly forward at the waist for better access. He kissed your ass slowly, leaving small wet marks wherever he wanted. The sting was long gone compared to his earlier slaps, and he made sure of that by licking around your pussy too while his fingers teased your swollen clit.

“F-fuck, Dazai! Yes, p-please… more, m-more!”

Your voice came out muffled, but he heard you. That was the moment Dazai returned to himself—at least a little—realizing how far gone he’d been, completely immersed in holding you down and doing exactly what he wanted to your body.

He stood slowly, his mouth and chin covered in your arousal, glistening. You turned subtly, eyes pleading. Asking for permission without words.

He didn’t react, not even when your trembling hands tried to undo his belt.

Only when he saw the struggle in your hands did he take it from you, lifting your wrists gently and bringing them behind your back, tying them with the belt. His breath brushed your face as his lips softly touched yours during the process, and you could only stay still in response.

“My pretty girl listens, right?”

You nodded eagerly.

“And she’d tell me if something didn’t feel good, wouldn’t she?”

You swallowed, wondering what was on his mind. You nodded again. But Dazai still didn’t move.

“Yes, Dazai. I’d tell you anything.”

He sighed, amused, but something inside him startled. He felt something old flicker inside his chest. A feeling he hadn’t welcomed in a long time. Possessiveness.

He kissed you quickly, lifting your leg at the same time before moving to your throat to make you still, kissing down to your ear.

“Yes? And who else would you tell?”

Barely able to breathe, eyes shut tight, you mumbled back,

“Only you. Only you, I promise.”

The hand not holding your leg returned to your breasts, squeezing them, tugging at your nipples until your eyes met again. It had been fun up until now to tease you. But he was still human. And he hadn’t expected you to be this easy to break. Also…he wouldn’t admit it, but you weren’t just anyone to him.

But, that’s a weakness he couldn’t afford you discovering.

Maybe he could forgive himself just this once, when he pulled his cock out of his pants sooner than intended—and though your lips parted in admiration, he chose to save that scenario for another time. Instead, his precum smeared from the tip between your folds, wetting you more, though you didn’t need it.

Dazai let his mouth fall open at the same time as yours, feeling the stretch as he slid in. His breathing was hard to steady for a moment, pulling you closer by the leg and accidentally sinking in deeper, making you both moan. Dazai’s moans were so sensual, they made you feel hooked, bewitched. He wasn’t the type to hold back if something felt good enough to make him react.

He let you adjust, your walls reshaping to take him in before his thrusts pushed deeper—slow but steady. Dazai’s hand found your neck, pulling your back toward him, forcing more soft cries from your mouth.

“Mmhn—“

One of his fingers slipped into your already open mouth, stretching it. His other hand smoothed over your ass before slapping you, harder this time—exactly how you seemed to like it.

“F-fuck, Dazai.”

He groaned, feeling how tightly you squeezed him. His fingers tangled in your hair, gripping hard to pull you against his chest, making you gasp.

“Who taught my pretty girl to take it so good, hm?”

“Y-you.”

Dazai was never dumb. Quite the opposite, he’d read you from the beginning. His plan was simple. He’d break you the way he wanted, train your responses to belong only to him, so no one else could ever reach you the same way.

You tried to move your tied wrists, the belt holding them behind your back, spreading yourself more for him; but you struggled.

Dazai’s wicked smile widened, mocking you.

“Aww, poor baby. Do you want me to free you?”

He loosened his grip on your hair, his thrusts slowing just enough for you to breathe and speak.

“Y-yes, please baby—I wanna touch you! Please, D-Dazai.”

“Mhm.”

He slid out of you carefully so he wouldn’t hurt you, then untied your wrists and turned your weakened body around. Dazai was being generous for your first time with hime, since you’d behaved so well. But you shouldn’t get used to that.

His sinful eyes matched yours. Still, it was clear he held all the control. He nuzzled into your neck, whispering against your earlobe.

“Come on, bella. Hold on to me.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck while he gripped both your thighs, lifting you. He was stronger than he looked, surprising you with how easily he moved with you. He filled you again, making you bury your face in his neck for support before you barely meet Dazai’s lowered, focused gaze. Both of your mouths were open, breathing each other’s air.

“Y-you’re so deep in m-me—You fill me so good, so good—”

He groaned, rewarding your words with rougher, more powerful thrusts.

“And you have such a good pussy, bella.” You felt his teeth on your neck, biting harder that made your cries louder. Your screams were delicious to him, only making him want to fuck you deeper. “No one even comes close.”

His sudden praise nearly made you cry, your walls clenching hard around him, making Dazai hiss. His hands moved between your bodies, then shoved you harder into the door for support. Your swollen clit sent a jolt through you when his fingers started circling it, coaxing you toward your orgasm—because even Dazai couldn’t hold out much longer.

Your hands cupped his face, brushing over his lips while you cried out his name. His wild, untamed eyes made you spiral closer and closer. You just prayed no one would come in now, since the door was trembling under the impact of his thrusts.

“So deep, you’re so deep—”

You kissed him, and Dazai let you have that moment, especially when he felt you come. Your legs trembled, shaking around him. He dragged your orgasm out a little longer with his fingers before stopping his circling on your clit. Only to grip your thighs roughly and started fucking you again, harder, chasig his own orgasm.

He had to clasp his hand over your mouth because you were screaming way too loud.

“Shhh, baby.”

In one swift motion, he lifted you and came over your stomach and lower abdomen, leaning his forehead against your shoulder as he groaned. Your arms were wrapped around him, hugging him tight while his breath was still irregular, trying to calm himself.

After that, he start lowering your trembling legs. Still, he kept an arm around your waist to hold you upright because you couldn’t walk yet from how sore you were.

You looked away shyly after that, feeling ashamed. He hadn’t looked at you yet, and for a moment, you felt embarrassed when he even turned around from you.

You felt exposed, wanting to disappear from the room entirely.

Then he came back behind you. You lifted your tired eyes toward a mirror and saw him come closer again.

He turned you around, fixing your vulnerable expression with his too-serious, unreadable face before tilting his head.

“W-what…”

He grabbed some paper towels, cleaning his release off your body, then picking up your clothes and helping you dress. His fingers were gentle over the bruised skin he’d left, making a quiet mental note to care for them later. You swallowed, not trusting your voice to say anything. He sensed it, of course he did. Your anxious state of mind.

After finishing, he raised his hand and touched your cheek lightly with his thumb.

“Even I, I’m not that cruel, bella.”

You nodded, and he smiled a little at that. But Dazai couldn’t stay too long in a serious, sentimental mood. It was the time for the other persona.

“I heard you suck at swimming. That’s why you didn’t go in the water until now.”

Your eyes glinted with affection, even though you rolled them and shoved him lightly so you could open the door.

“I’m pretty sure I could drown you if I tried.”

He furrowed his brows behind you, following. Then, his voice turned excited.

“I like how that sounds. Do you want to do it with me?”

You shot him a glare over your shoulder.

“Dazai!”

He gave you that annoying tilt of his lips right before you opened the door, letting Dazai see your entire silhouette. The sunlight poured in, rays spreading around your body like an angelic glow—despite the unholy things you both had just done.

Like he said…You should never know about this weakness.

Or at least not until he finishes investigating you.

And testing you. Again and again.

Maybe then.

𓆩♡𓆪 a small scene afterwards

You cursed out loud, breathless, at a bratty Ranpo, blaming him for pushing your head deeper into the water, even though Dazai had already swum toward you, pulling you gently back to the surface.

His graceful hands brushing over your hips from behind. You looked at him through the wet strands of hair clinging to your face, and he leaned in, whispering near your ear.

Even though he was far enough to not seem suspicious, his words made your skin prickle. Only Ranpo stared at you a moment too long before finally deciding to look away again.

“If these people weren’t around, I would do terrible things to you.”

A chill ran down your spine, your heart beating faster at the dark way he said it.

Still, his usual cheeky grin remained on his face as he swam away, the black shirt stuck tightly to his back now, soaked and clinging to his shape,leaving your flushed face floating alone in the water. Honestly, at this point, you might as well wear a full red swimsuit. It’d be the same as blushing this much every time you saw him.

You groaned internally.

But somewhere underneath it all, a small flicker of hope had started glowing quietly inside your chest.

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thewickedjazzy · 9 months ago

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Level 3: “Stay Still!” [Dry humping] for Kinktober.

⤷⊹₊fyodor d. x afab! reader.

⊹₊Synopsis: it's your own roman empire, where you and fyodor continually indulge in lust-fueled escapades during important meetings.

⊹₊Warning: ņsfw, mdni, smųt, dry humping, agoraphilia, risky sex/secret sex, orgasm control, praise kink..etc.

⊹₊Word count & a/n: 1k, animated lines by @/cafekitsune. this was a very fun level to write honestly, a sweet thank you to bb rem @remlionheart for beta reading, ilysm<3

“stay quiet, дорогая (dear). if they notice, i’ll stop, and you wouldn’t want that, right?”

that might be the last coherent thing you hear before fyodor starts his meeting with nikolai and sigma. you’re face-down on the cold, rough metallic table, wobbling body pressed between him and the edge, feeling a familiar, simmering need flooding through your senses. three agonising months of work have kept him busy, and you’ve missed him terribly. so, if this is the closest you can get to feeling him? then fucking be it.

you grind your bare folds against his clothed bulge, the friction sending your whole body numb with pleasure. it feels too good, almost overwhelming, and you can’t hold back the quiet whine that escapes your lips.

“...we'll need a distraction, something to divert their attention while nikolai can execute our plan.” the russian states calmly as if your pussy is not soaking the hell out of the fabric of his trousers at this very moment. honestly, you can't fathom how he maintains such composure while you squirm beneath him, desperately trying to stretch out the pleasure that’s building quickly in your lower belly. maybe you can hold out until the meeting is over.

you’re doing your utmost to hang in there.

“the weretiger is an easy target...”nikolai exclaims, on the other hand, sigma is already rolling his eyes in boredom, clearly frustrated that they still haven’t addressed his casino issues yet.

you squeeze your eyes shut trying to drown out their conversation, focusing solely on the one command fyodor has given you: “don’t cum until I say so.”

such a cruel man he is. why? because he's slowly grinding his hips back against you, he knows that you're desperately close, it's in his nature to push all the right buttons, only to leave you mourning the loss of his touch afterwards.

you do your best to stifle a moan, but a soft whimper slips past your lips instead.

his slender fingers tighten in your hair, tugging just enough to make you tilt your head back, forcing you to meet his devilish gaze as he shoots you a warning glance, seeing you nod obediently, trying to stifle the needy whimpers that escape as you force yourself to slow down, biting your lip to keep quiet.

“their unity is what gives them strength; without it, they're weak,” fyodor continues, his left hand tightens around your hips, guiding your rhythm with maddening control, while his other hand slides down to tease your aching clit, circling it with deliciously slow, torturous strokes.

your eyes roll back, vision blurring from the overwhelming pleasure, and you’re caught between trembling restraint and the impossible need to let go. fuckーhow can he expect you to hold back when he’s sinfully pleasuring you like this?

It's been half an hour, and you’re not sure how much longer you can hold out. an aching need swells within you as you clutch his hand, fingers intertwining with his, silently begging him to quicken his pace, desperately craving that sweet, sweet release that feels just out of reach.

once the russian has his mind set on something, no amount of begging, sweet words, or tears will sway him. his long, pale fingers slip between your folds, thumb tracing lazy circles over your clit hood to add to your mounting pleasure and you can’t help but roll your hips against him, grinding harder with each passing second. you're acutely aware of the risk that his body might jolt, drawing the unwanted attention of his oblivious subordinates.

you can't hold back anymore, the pleasure has woven itself tightly within you, each pulse layered like bricks in a tower that only fyodor’s permission keeps standing, until the same bricks of bliss snap at the base of your spine once his hand, which had been gripping your hair, taps against the cold metal table twice.

it’s the sign you’ve been begging the heavens for. you're now rolling your hips faster against his hard cock, finally riding out your long-awaited release—jaw slack, eyes rolled back, a trace of drool slipping from your parted lips as you soak his fabric, bliss coursing through you like the light of a thousand stars from the milky way.

as you shudder in ecstasy, the three of his fingers continue bullying your swelling clit—coaxing you through the rest of your release as he draws sharp shapes on the puffy nub.

“that’s it, my love keep that orgasm going for me.” he leans down out of the camera's field to pressing searing kisses to the nape of your neck.

ironically, the meeting continues, oblivious to your plight.

nikolai’s enthusiastic breaks through your sweet bliss. “...and that’s how i’ll handle the weretiger situation.”

while sigma rolls his eyes, clearly unimpressed. “can we move on? i still need to discuss my casino issues.”

clearing his throat, fyodor straightens up, his trademark icy professionalism settling back into place once more. “then let’s wrap this up. we’ll reconvene later to finalise the plan.”

you try to regain your composure, still feeling the aftershocks of erotic pleasure, as the meeting draws to a close. fyodor casts you a sidelong glance with a small loving smirk as he adds, “i trust everyone will stay focused now.”

frankly, you can’t shake the feeling that your relationship won’t stay a secret for much longer. especially given how risky you both are being by engaging in sexually-driven activities like this.

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