#ehem anyway bonus scene will come soon-

[disney-mystical-au]

Listen listen y’all….

If Mickey here can control the light (his main magic)

What if he can control the Darkness as well…

[dearosamu]

DESPERADO - PARADISO

SYPNOSIS: she, a dancer with personified problems all the while more that intrigues osamu dazai who came into her life amidst the chaos that is [name] [last name].

note ; decided to post my dazai fanfic here !! making banners are fun. majority of the chapters are unedited btw.

WARNING/S: mentions of alcohol + consumption of it, implied nsfw (?)

more under the cut. [ will make masterlist soon ]

+ one - two

dazai is a man of many things. he has his needs, sure, as he would being one of the richest business man in yokohama and thanks to his success, a treat were to be served later that friday night.

though he was not familiar with the scene - flashing lights, blasting music from the speakers around and the thick air of intoxication was enough to make you dizzy and swirl around alone without the help of any alchohol.

not that it mattered to him at all, dazai downed the shot, grimacing slightly as the taste of alchohol burned his throat.

being a ceo had its perks with all that money of course, dazai and a few of his acquaintances had the power to afford even the most expensive strip clubs around-- including its dancers, of course.

dazai was a man of mysterious desires. no, he did not like being watched performed nor did he like big crowds. he preferred dances for only himself while he sat on a big arm chair and let his selfish needs be fulfilled by someone that caught his eye and possibly take them for a much more private session.

one of his part-time business partners, sakunosuke oda, introduced him to that club years ago. he was a regular and was always present whenever the brunette was. it was endearing as dazai had always liked his company but it was something he despised yet enjoyed.

"there's a new dancer," oda muttered to dazai as he downed on his second shot of tequila. he turned to face his business partner who had a few buttons missing on his button up shirt and his hair was slightly tousled. he could tell he only came back from a hot make-out session minutes ago.

he let out a short exasperated sigh, "[height], flexible and gorgeous. she might just be your type."

"what's her name?"

"people here call her krystle so i've heard."

"when will she come up?"

"probably the last one."

dazai showed a small closed eyed smile, chuckling. "i'll wait for her then,"

the two sat in comfortable positions as they watched a dark haired woman come up on stage to dance with elegance. it was a sight to see yet she didn't caught dazai's eyes.

albeit the loud music that blared, dazai finds his position calming at the moment. oda's favorite dancer had come up on stage and put on a good show which he finds endearing. it was relaxing to be in a club with your old friends and drink booze like nothing else was wrong in the world.

just then, dazai noticed an unfamiliar mop of [h.c] hair from the corner of his eyes as the [h.c] haired beauty went the backside of the stage for it was her turn.

the brunette, who thought without hesitation, had a feeling that woman was the one oda was talking about. his short description earlier fitted perfectly. beautiful locks of [h.l], [h.c] hair fitted her face perfectly and her legs looked agile and flexible. her looks were a bonus to her other good features- heck, her whole being was eye candy to dazai.

as soon as krystle was announced, the eye-catching woman strutted her hips to the beat of pony by ginuwine without a care of the hungry and lechearous eyes of men that watched her every move. she wore a white vested crop top and very short shorts that matched with black fishnet stockings. she was like a professional.

dazai narrowed his eyes slightly at the woman who now took her time to circle around the pole in the center of the stage, using her body to seduce everyone that watched. oda looked at the brunette with a small smirk, fully-knowing well what his intentions were.

"that's the one, huh?" he breathed.

oda hummed in response and he watched krystle spin around the pole from top to bottom. she may not be his favorite dancer, but she took his breath away. dazai wanted nothing more but go there and claim her already. he licked his lips as his eyes bore into the [h.c] haired beauty's soul. she was perfect.

oda only continued to stare at the back of dazai's head, only thinking of the outcome of what would happen if dazai should ever get his hands on the poor girl. taking another sip, he let out a low whistle as krystle did a split right in front of dazai, showing off some cleavage before she winked at him and stood off like he wasn't her business.

this action only fueled dazai's dark desires even more. how he wanted to take her and make her his, but he had to hold himself back. patience was key.

"i want her."

"are you sure? ango told me she's one of the most expensive ones around," oda looked at dazai bemused. "you outta' be prepared to spend a lot of money on her."

"if that's all it takes, then i will."

oda stared at him with a blank expression. "just so you know, she doesn't do private dances anymore. something about having enough being a hooker? not sure."

dazai's eyes darkened as he stared right back at oda's azure irises. "then i'll make her have one for me. she can't possibly resist."

"or can she?"

dazai pouted slightly, the darkness in his eyes disappearing as he put on another one of his façades. "odasaku! you can't be too sure, you know? i'll let you know, that i have had a lot of women fa-"

"you've already said that the couple times this night." oda cuts him off, making the brunette sulk before returning to krystle who have just finshed her performance and took a bow, turning her back and going backstage.

dazai grinned at oda before standing up and followed the [h.c] haired beauty. oda only sighed at this but quickly lose interest as his most standard favorite came to perform.

dazai went backstage to meet krystle personally before he was stopped by an orange haired male.

"excuse me sir, what's your business here?"

"i want to meet krystle."

"oh, she's a beauty," tanizaki smiled to himself. "for what reasons, mr..?"

"osamu, dazai osamu."

tanizaki stared at the bandaged male with shocked eyes before clearing his throat. he straightened his posture, gulping.

"g-good evening, mr. osamu!"

"no need for formalities. dazai is fine."

tanizaki nodded stiffly before asking, "ehem, i'll repeat.. dazai, for what reasons do you want to meet krystle for?"

"i want a private session with her." dazai replies bluntly, his honey-brown eyes that clouded with hidden lust and need bore into tanizaki's dialated hazel eyes.

"ehm.. i'm sorry, but i can't let you meet her. there are other dancers available for the night."

"i refuse, i only want her." his voice held a stern tone into it as he glared daggers at the now shaking male who only nodded meekly at his request before saying he'll have to wait a few minutes and exited through the door behind him.

dazai impatiently tapped his foot on the ground as he counted off the time and looked at the door with irritation pooling his eyes. before he could touch the handle of the door, it opened to let him see a familiar ginger haired male's head pop out. sapphire irises stared at him blankly before it turned to annoyance and disgust.

"oh..dazai. it's just you," chuuya spoke his name in an annoyed tone before  opening the door to let himself out and face the taller male before him. "what do you want now, asshole?"

"i'm here to see krystle."

chuuya blinked once. twice, before snickering, covering his mouth with both hands to stifle his snort. "pft--! a-are you serious? you sure you're not here to meet me?" he showed a small smirk of mockery, hand on his hips as he stared with half-lidded eyes at the bandaged male.

dazai chuckled lowly. "please, if i were here to see you i would've slapped myself silly and think about how much i'd regret it."

"or would you?"

dazai showed him an all too familiar grin which sent a chill down chuuya's spine. "quit your horseplay chuuya, i know your ways."

chuuya clicked his tongue. "and to think i can make fun of you."

"what can i say? you're easy to read." he showed a teasing smile, only agitating the short ginger even further.

"ergh, asshole. to even think that.." he muttered under his breathe before shaking his head and narrowing his eyes at dazai, arms crossed against his chest.

"but for real, are you serious?"

"mhm. would i lie to meet such ethereal beauty?"

"ugh, you make me sick," chuuya stuck out his tongue before continuing. "why though?"

"i want a private session with krystle. do i have to repeat myself again? didn't that carrot head tell you?" dazai referred to tanizaki. he must've only told chuuya to meet him outside. "you mean tanizaki?" chuuya shook his head. "no. but anyways, i can't help you with that you horny bastard. plus, why would you think i'd ever let you touch one of my dancers?"

"i can pay them and if i'm satisfied enough i might just pay you finely as well."

"bullshit."

"what, you think i'd lie when striking a deal?"

chuuya stared at dazai with annoyance, "i've known you long enough to see through your foul play."

"just let me see krystle."

chuuya let out a heavy sigh. "do you ever listen? [name] doesn't do private dances. end of story."

dazai was silent for a moment before digging his hand through his black trench coat, pulling out a stacked brown envelope filled with thousands of yen. he handed it to chuuya who stared at it judgingly, clearly not believing him.

dazai rolled his eyes. "just take the damn envelope,"

chuuya snatched it rather aggressively before he opened it and going through it quickly. his eyes widened a fraction before he looked at dazai bewildered.

"what do you even do, breathe money for a living?"

"i work for it, actually."

"wow, you can actually work?" chuuya mocked before closing his eyes.

"fine, i'll see what i can do. but if she disagrees, i can't do shit for you then."

dazai merely nodded before chuuya walked off. "oh, that money's for krystle by the way!"

"don't need to remind me, asshole!" he heard chuuya holler back.

minutes later he heard distant voices arguing through the door that blocked him from the dressing rooms of the dancers. "look, i don't care alright?! why couldn't you get him to leave??"

"he's a persistent asshole," he heard the annoyed tone of chuuya's voice answer. "he won't leave until he gets what he wants."

he heard the other voice groan before the door was opened harshly in front of him. there stood [name] who wore an angry expression on her pale face.

"so, were you the one who kept requesting to see me?"

"that's right."

she grumbled before she turned to chuuya with a look that screamed 'i hate you.' chuuya only snickered at this.

"listen, i don't think you've heard, but i don't do private dances alright? so you can turn back and play with the other girls." she sassed.

"i'll pay you finely for at least a few minutes, [name]."

"how'd you know my name?" she snapped.

dazai nudged with his head at chuuya who was beside [name]. before [name] could speak, chuuya fled off somewhere else.

"fuck.." she cursed. she looked at the wad of cash she had received from chuuya which came from dazai and bit her lip.

"..alright. one song and that's it okay?"

"fine with me."

she nodded and stuffed the envelope on her garter belt. she beckoned dazai to follow her, leading him to a covered and secluded area, holding up the curtain for him. he went in and sat on the big arm chair that sat in the center of the room.

[name] walked to the stereo that sat still on the high table next to the entrace of the curtain and plugged in her phone for the music. she turned to dazai.

"what's your name?"

"dazai osamu," he replies, crossing his legs. "why?"

"i have one rule to set up and i needed your name so i can file a report if you break it."

dazai stared at her with amusement. "oh really?"

"mhm. my rule is that you are not allowed to touch me. simple as that."

dazai gripped on the comfortable armchair. no touching? it's going to be a hard time for him to hold himself back.

finally picking a song, she pressed play and heard neighbours know my name by trey songz blare slow and catchy beat, setting her phone down and walking to dazai and spreading his crossed legs apart and straddled him. "you know the rules?" she pulled at his black neck tie to pull his face closer to hers.

"of course."

dazai took this time to observe her facial features. perfect face complexion. soft and smooth skin, beautiful plump lips and structured nose. not his to touch.

she pulled away and started off slow, her hips swaying as she dropped to her knees, her hands on his thighs as she looked up between his legs, biting her lip and turned around as she started low, shaking her ass in the most perfect and sexual way she could.

she worked her way up still shaking it like a goddess her [h.l] [h.c] hair still draped over her shoulders bouncing perfectly every time she moved her body to shake it more.

dazai's hand positioned at the arms of the chair as he bit his lip in sight of this woman. she had a high sex appeal and he fancied her over any other dancer here.

she then got up and moved closer with her back still to him as she hovered just about his lap and then started to move her hips and shake her ass again.

dazai started to feel her ass ever so lightly brushing against his half-hard groin. as much as he wanted to deny being hard because of her, he just couldn't. it got even harder for him not to take her then and there.

she faced him and placed her hands on his shoulders, grinding him softly while still moving her body with fluid motions to the beat. she placed one hand on his hair and pulled it, a small smirk on her face.

dazai's neck craned upwards and he felt her long fingernails trail up ever so slightly on his bandaged neck, giving him a tickling sensation. he had to exert self control or else he wouldn't have held himself back.

pulling away again, she turned and her back was facing him and bent down, showing dazai a peek of her black lacey panties underneath her shorts. dazai could feel blood rushing south.

the song ended too soon and she stood up, her posture straight and walked over to the stereo to unplug her phone. dazai stared at her mesmerized before speaking.

"come home with me."

"no."

"why not?"

"i'm not a fucking sex toy who'll suck your dick for a few thousand yen." she crossed her arms against her chest.

"i'm not offering you money, my dear."

"really? then what's in it for me?"

"think i won't make you enjoy it?"

she looked at him with irritation building up. "it's not like i'm telling you that you won't. i'm sure you will," she frowned. "but no, i have my own home to get to and i'm pretty sure you do as well."

"just think about it [name], i'll make you change your mind."

"yeah, sure," she rolled her eyes.

"i have to get going. goodbye, dazai."

--

dazai couldn't understand. why does she refuse? she was a stubborn one for sure.

he doesn't mind jacking off but it didn't feel quite right for him. groaning loudly, he looked up and closed his eyes, feeling the hot water run down his scarred body. he sighed in content before turning it off and stepping out the bathtub, grabbing a towel and rubbing on his wet brown locks.

he glanced at his phone that was on the sink and took it, going through his contacts and sending a message to his business partner.

'we're going back tomorrow.'