"he's Mentally Ill"

hi! could i please request bathing with chuuya, dazai and ranpo (separately)? could be either fluff (but a little suggestive) or nsfw, it's up to u!!

bubbles and kisses ! — o. dazai, c. nakahara, e. ranpo

decided to write some aftercare stuff (๑>ᴗ<๑) hope this was alright, anon !

cw: gn reader, soft aftercare (slightly suggestive for dazai ..), fluff tehee, lmk if i missed anything

“close your eyes, ‘bella, don’t want the soap getting in your eyes.” dazai dumped a bucket of water on your head, warm and sudsy. you sat face to face with your lover, hands resting on your exposed thighs, littered with love marks and hickies. dazais bandaged were off his body, scars and marks all exposed; just for you.

“there we go .. look at you ! so pretty.” dazai couldn’t help but throw himself on your body, hugging your wet warm body and flooding your face with kisses.

”osamu, your gonna leave a mark again ..” you rolled your eyes, trying to push your lover off as he whined.

“but i wanna mark you ~! c’mon, just one more mark, please ?”

“is the water warm enough ?”

“it’s fine, chuuya. come on in ~!”

the bathroom was dimly lit as the lighters were lowered. slowly sitting on the large tub, chuuya sat in front of you, sighing as the hot water relaxed his tense muscles. flexing and rolling his well defined shoulders, the ginger tilted his head side to side before looking at you again.

“you alright ? not too sore ? i hope i wasn’t rough with you.” you shook your head, smiling dreamily at the sight.

“im alright.”

“promise ?”

”promise.”

a few moments of comfortable silence ran through the bathroom before chuuya scratched his head, bothered before moving his body closer to you, a hand on your chest and rubbing your soft nipple gently.

“let me wash your hair, and then i’ll cook you something. or we can get takeout. whatever you’d like.”

“aha ! i got you !”

“you cheated ! you got the water in my eyes …”

currently, you and ranpo were squirting water out of a few rubber ducks, attempting to aim for one another, laughing and yelping every now and then.

“nuh uh.”

“don’t nuh uh me, edogawa — ah !!”

water aimed for your face again as ranpo snickered, leaning in and kissing you on your wet, water dripping face.

“c’mon ! you gotta keep the worlds greatest detective entertained !”

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KISSIN' AND HOPE THEY CAUGHT US — DAZAI OSAMU

⊹ CW(s): f! reader, suggestive (kissing, touching, and making out in the office), dazai being a menace, established relationship, mentions of marriage, lovesick! dazai

⊹ SYNOPSIS: in which he wants you, and for you two to get caught

inspired by: agora hills by doja cat !

dazai osamu could never keep his hands to himself. he was dazai for goodness sake, and he has no shame, especially when it comes to you.

he enjoys being near to you at work just as much as he enjoys being with you in private. so, dazai takes every opportunity to be with you, whether it's holding your hand or twirling a strand of your hair in his hand while you work on reports, subtly leaning his head against your shoulder, or secretly squeezing your thigh, and he always loves the pink blush that spreads on your cheeks as you whisper yell him about pda.

but that's what makes it so difficult for him; dazai loves you too much to keep you a secret. you were his, and he wants everyone to know who you belong to, as well as who he belongs to.

you were about halfway through the papers given to you by the president when dazai slides next to you in his swivel chair, whining as he clings to your arm, "belladonna!~"

"osamu, i'm busy," you smile and giggle, but you quickly switch up, changing your tone as you sigh and flick his forehead, prompting a tiny scream and pout from him, "busy doing the papers you should be doing, mister."

"oh, come on! everyone has already gone out for lunch, and we're the only ones left here!" dazai grumbles as he wraps his arms around you after rubbing his forehead.

"and you insisted on staying with me! ugh, well maybe if you helped me, we can both get some lunch like the oth—" your eyes widen as dazai snatches the papers from your desk, putting them out of your reach and even causing some of the notepads and pens you had on your desk to roll off.

you gasp sharply, opening your mouth to scold him, but he slams his lips against yours, earning you a groan from him.

dazai's hands reach for your waist as he feverishly kisses you, his warm lips pressing deeply yet eagerly against yours.

you turn your face away, attempting to avoid his kiss as you let out a soft whine, trying to tell him off, "not now, osamu!"

but, alas, he closes the gap between you once more, this time much closer as his hands tenderly slide down and hold your hips to pull you into his lap.

dazai feels you squirm on his lap and finds himself chuckling in between the kisses, but he simply holds you firmly, one hand tenderly carressing your hip and the other now on the back of your neck to hold you in place.

how could he resist such a work of art as you? the way the sunlight from the window delicately highlights your face just for him to admire as your hair frames everything perfectly like icing on a cake, and don't even get him started on how you always smell so sweet like vanilla with your perfume.

dazai loves every single part of you and feels the need to be always closer to you, so he has his attention on you like a moth to a flame as you were a temptation for him.

you're so warm and plush in his embrace, and you can feel his warmth seeping through your clothes as much as his hands tenderly hold you in place on his lap.

"m-mmh, osamu. please—" you try to speak again, but he shuts you up with his lips once more, his kiss a demand as well as a declaration of love and desire.

"hush for a second, pretty girl," dazai's breath tickles your lips as he pulls away just a fraction before his lips were on yours again.

"then stop eating my face," you whine softly, grabbing his shoulders and successfully yanking your face away from him.

"aww, and why should i?" dazai says, smirking as he caresses your hip with one hand while the other glides from the back of your neck to your cheek to cup it, "you're just so tempting my dear."

"w-we're at work!" you stammer, squirming on his lap once more, "now put me down or else we might get caught, osamu!"

"too bad," dazai rolls his eyes at you, pinching your cheek before pulling you by the chin, so you were now nose-to-nose with each other.

you feel blood rush into your cheeks at his proximity, and even more so when he says the following words to you.

"i want us to get caught."

at this point, your face was on fire. in fact, the room—no, everything becomes too hot all of a sudden, prompting you to raise your voice out of surprise, "w-what? are you crazy?!"

"crazy in love with you, that is," dazai winks at you before tracing your cheek with his nose, trailing it down as his breath tickles your neck this time, and his breathy voice sends tingles up and down your spine, making you unable to sit still on his lap, "and you have no idea just how far a crazy man would go for his darling angel."

"your hips are an altar i would worship anytime of the day, my love," he whispers as his hands sensually trail from your neck and waist to your hips, squeezing them as he kisses your neck.

as one of his hands began to slip under your shirt, your breaths hitch and you couldn't help but let out a soft whine, and dazai revels in the feel of your skin as he kisses your neck, writing his love on it with marks and soft groans.

"and i know heaven is a thing because i go there whenever i touch you, and whenever i'm with you, baby," he groans with indulgence as his lips continue to kiss and bite at your neck, his hands slipping under your shirt now, caressing your side, the spot just under your chest.

dazai's emotions were all over the place, but it was desire mixed with exasperation. he immerses himself in the sensation of your lips and body during the heated moment, closing the gap between you with undeniable intimacy.

"fuck, i wanna tie the knot," he says in hushed mumbles, completely in love with you.

dazai lifts his head from your neck and presses his forehead against yours tenderly, his hands now cupping your face at a daydream of you that he has now engraved in his mind, "i wanna see my pretty girl in a wedding dress, walking up to me to be with me til' death do us part."

"and i just wanna show her off. tell everyone she's mine and no one else's," a soft, low growl escapes his breath as he claims your lips one more time with a feverish deep kiss to mark his territory, but this time it comes with a hint of tenderness as he strokes your cheek.

"osamu, we're gonna get caught," you say softly, your breath shaky, your hands still gripping his shoulders as he continues his assault of kisses.

"then let them catch us, sweetheart. you're mine to brag about," you feel dazai's smirk against your lips, and his hands on your hips again, but this time they're sliding down to squeeze your thighs in a firm grasp that causes you to squirm on his lap and wrap your arms around his neck.

dazai then purposefully but playfully bounces you on his lap, causing you to let out a sharp gasp mixed with a whine. suddenly, you hear footsteps outside the office door just as his hands begin to slip further past, and your eyes widen. it was as if he knew your coworkers were about to return from their lunch break, and he did know that.

your heart rate increases with strange excitement and fear. you squirm and try to pull yourself up and away from his lap, but he simply holds you tighter against him, his arms now locking around your waist to keep you in place.

"h-hey, now! let me go!" you whisper yell.

"oh, no. you stay right where you are, my pretty girl. i'm not letting you go," dazai says with a grin, finding amusement in your panic, "nope."

"what are we gonna tell them if they see us like this?! kunikida is gonna scold us!"

"heh, tell em' that we were kissing and hoping they caught us~"

"OSAMU!"

⊹ A.N: happy halloween! ok, but like, after re-reading this and stuff, this was waaaay better in my head ૮꒰ つᯅ⊂ ꒱ა ՞ˎˊ˗

morning, darling ! bsd men

౨ৎ… morning scenarios with the bsd men <3 ft. dazai, kunikida, ranpo, sigma and chuuya

౨ৎ… fluff, slightly suggestive in kunikida and dazai’s parts, mostly domestic scenarios, established relationship, they’re all lovesick idiots ₊ ⊹ 6k words total

— OSAMU DAZAI;

one thing about dazai is this man is clingy as fuck in the mornings (not that he usually is any different). as soon as he wakes up he’ll pepper your face with kisses, caress your skin and play with your hair not caring if you are awake or not. most of the time the first thing you utter as soon as you start to wake up is “ughh.. osamu…” which always gets him to chuckle like a schoolboy who played a prank on his parents.

“good morning, m’lady” he says in his la-di-da voice as you stare him down, wondering how the fuck he’s so energetic in the morning. you know the answer though: between his sleep issues and his usual “very healthy” mindset, this man could not, for the life of him, behave normally. you sometimes cursed yourself for getting into a relationship with this man (which never lasted long, considering that you melted each time he touched you).

you get up lazily, yawning loudly before you stretch your back. dazai’s eyes wander over your belly the second your shirt rolls up, like the weirdo that he is and the moment your spine makes a tiny cracking sound and dazai lets out an over-the-top, exaggerated noise of shock “MY BEAUTIFUL LADY! YOU’LL HURT THY BACK!” he dramatises as you squint your eyes at him yet again. oh, how he loved to piss you off when you hadn’t woken up yet.

“can you stop talking to me like we’re in a medieval fantasy book? you’re annoying” you sigh as dazai slaps a hand to his chest, gasping yet again. it only makes you roll your eyes as he continues to speak in a very bad accent and tries not to chuckle at the end of every sentence.

“but, my lady! that is most preposterous! how could i ever hold my tongue with such a divine sight in front of me?!” you’re so close to smacking this man. dazai’s front finally breaks and he starts laughing loudly, clutching his stomach with his bandaged hands as you roll your eyes at him.

“stop it” and when dazai leans back against the headboard, eyes staring you up and down: from your bed head to the way the oversized shirt you were wearing hangs low on your chest, he can’t help but bite his lip at the sight. even in the morning, after just waking up, you were incredibly stunning to him.

“yes ma’am” he says with absolutely no hesitation, patting his lap to make you get closer. when you look at him unconvinced, dazai sucks his teeth and gets closer, picking you up and placing you on his lap. when your hands instinctively wrap around his neck and start playing with the ends of his dark curls, dazai flashes you a smile. he rubs your back gently, tapping his fingertips on your clothed skin “want me to help with the back pain? i happen to be very skilled with my hands.”

you scoff at the remark as his grin only gets wider “you could actually massage it, you know? it actually hurts pretty bad” you reply, your skin buzzing from the feel of his cold fingers sliding under your shirt to make contact with your skin. dazai’s fingers travel on the curve of your spine, eyes glued to yours as he extends his neck upwards.

“i could.. for a fair price” how you wish you could wipe that cocky smile off his face.. but considering how sore your back was from having slept in an awkward position all night, you considered it. you tuck one side of his hair behind his ear and, cupping his jaw gently, you bring him in for a kiss. dazai hums against your mouth, content to get the payment he deserves and slowly pushes you on your back, towering over you to deepen the kiss and make it last a little longer than he knew you intended it to be.

“turn. lay on your belly for me” you comply with a satisfied smile, rolling on your chest before pulling the shirt off of you. dazai’s fingers trace your bare back, nails grazing at your sides before he places himself properly behind you. you put your arms under your head expectantly, shivering when you feel his lips make contact with your skin instead.

“osamu!” you threaten as he smiles, stealing a few more kisses to the back of your neck and your shoulder blades. god, this man was shameless.

“sorry, my love. couldn’t resist” his affirmation makes you smile to yourself for a bit as he reaches for the body cream you used in the bottom drawer of the nightstand. he layers it on his hands, starting to make upward motions with his palms on your back. when you let out a shaken breath, he stops “where does it hurt most?”

“here” you point to the area which is causing you the most trouble, letting dazai take care of it. turns out he wasn’t lying. his palms and fingers make wonders on your back as he expertly massages your tense muscles. you gasp repeatedly as your back de-tenses, point in which dazai stops, sighs and removes his hands. you turn around, confused “why’d you stop?”

“listen.. if you’re gonna make those pornographic sounds it’s gonna become a problem” dazai’s lips curl into a mischievous smile, one that makes you give him an ugly stare again.

“you’re just a weirdo” dazai chuckles at your annoyed remark, bending to press a chaste kiss to your cheekbone before getting back to work.

“i was joking… probably” you roll your eyes again, knowing well enough he was not joking. he continues to rub and massage your back until most of the pain and soreness is gone. you put your shirt back on, putting the lid on the cream back on while dazai thoroughly washes his hands in the bathroom. when he’s back in the room, however, he’s quick to jump on you, requesting even more kisses.

“how did i do?” he asks gingerly, his eyes widening in excitement. you sigh softly, playing with the edge of the bandage that’s wrapped around his neck.

“you did great actually. but you might’ve broken a few of my bones just now…” you both chuckle at the remark. dazai relaxes instantly when you kiss him, softly touching the side of your face and promising to massage you again whenever you want. you think he might need to soon, considering how he refuses to get off of you, crushing you with his weight the whole day.

— KUNIKIDA DOPPO;

we already know by now that kunikida is stressed if his plans don’t go right. so when you turn off his alarm so he can sleep in one beautiful morning, he panics as soon as he wakes up.

and trust me, he’s ready to scold you like you’re a child for how you behaved. sure, it’s nice of you to want him to get more rest but his ideals? what will happen to them? of course he has to wake up at 7am on weekends and review his ideals notebook over and over, are you kidding?

but the moment he sets his glasses on the bridge of his nose and turns to you his demeanour falls and his heart begins to race against his chest. there you are, curled into his chest and holding onto his waist like you’re afraid he’ll disappear, there you are, sleeping soundly because of his presence. oh, this man is so flustered. i’m talking red cheeks and closed eyes because he can’t handle how cute you are.

his hand finds its way to your face and he brushes his fingertips through your hair, lightly grazing your scalp before cradling the back of your head to bring you in for a kiss. and he’s beating himself over it too. how could he steal a kiss so shamelessly without asking permission? (even if you had told him numerous times that you didn’t mind) how could he do such a thing to his beautiful girl?

he can’t help it. as stern and polite as kunikida is, this man turns to goo the moment you enter the room, glance his way, open your mouth, and touch him in the slightest. his defiance always falters and whatever you ask for you get. a simple question will get kunikida to automatically say ‘yes’, without thinking, without even letting you finish. he’s just that in love with you.

and he doesn’t want to leave bed now. he doesn’t want to break free from your warm embrace. but now that he’s awake and can’t fall asleep, he badly craves a coffee. so, with regret, he stands up slightly and replaces the warmth of his body with the fluffiness of his pillow, hoping it would suffice. but don’t think he’s gonna leave without pressing another kiss to your furrowed brows. oh no. he keeps his lips pressed against your wrinkled skin for a few seconds, getting it to relax before muttering a small “i apologise” and exiting the bedroom.

kunikida heads straight to the kitchen. sure, it would be more logical to use the bathroom first but in all honesty, the last thing he needs is to see himself all flustered from seeing you cuddled up to him alone. he knows the image of himself will only make his face get redder and then what? you’ll wake up and make fun of him for being a lovesick fool.

like the time you made fun of him for becoming red after seeing you in the anniversary outfit that you had picked up specifically for your date. or when you made fun of him for how shy he acted when he slid the promise ring on your finger, asking you if you’d be his one day. legally, of course. or the day you slightly suggested, as a joke, to relieve kunikida’s stress from under the desk, right in the office. the poor guy almost had a panic attack.

and now here he was, smiling like an idiot as his coffee brewed, as he stirred into the cup. kunikida had never felt this way, about anyone. to him, you were ideal. which at first was scary to him, considering you didn’t meet all of his ideal qualities in a woman (would be damn near impossible anyway). but he loved you, he wanted you around him all the time and– “what are you smiling for?”

he turns around sharply spilling half of the coffee in his cup on his shirt and cursing at himself for doing so. you laugh from the hallway, shoulder pressed to the doorframe as you step into the kitchen, grabbing the hands of your panicked boyfriend “easy now, did you burn yourself?” you check every spot on his hands for burn marks before looking up at him.

“no.. no.. uhm, did i wake you?” kunikida stammers as he sets the cup down on the counter “fuck” he sharply states one more time as you chuckle. he inspects the state of his shirt, sighing in exasperation when he sees the big brown spot on his smooth blue cloth. before he can do anything rash, however, you cup his face with your hands.

“you didn’t. it’s fine, my love. i’ll take care of it, okay?” he feels his temperature drop a bit. you were always the one who could calm him down, the one who could ground him when he acted out of line for whatever little mishap. he gives you a small nod, parting away from you to hurry and make you a coffee. as you jump up on the counter, your boyfriend expertly prepares your coffee, handing it to you and fixing his glasses.

“how did you sleep?” his eyes rest over your figure a little, taking note of the satisfaction in your features when you take a sip of coffee. he follows suit, bringing the cup to his lips and tasting whatever he has left in it. he thinks it’s probably time to make another one. maybe this one he won’t spill.

“hmm, good. even better that my handsome boyfriend was ogling me like i was the most precious thing” and here goes the rest of the coffee, as kunikida projectile spits it in the sink. well, what can you say? at least he reached the sink. you can’t help but laugh at his silly action as he goes red all the way to his ears “say, you’re not upset i turned off your alarm, are you?”

kunikida takes a few moments to compose himself, his fingers pressed to his mouth before he turns again. his pupils widen at the sight of you, his pretty little thing, up on the counter and tilting your head with the biggest grin on your face. normally, if it was anyone else, he’d get angry. but you? who could get angry at you? clearing his throat, he finally gets closer.

“i’m not” your hands find his neck, as you pull him between your legs just so he’s closer. “i have to admit.. the extra sleep felt good… but don’t do it again” he sternly asks, earning a pout from you. he wants to kiss those pretty lips so bad, oh so bad. kunikida’s mind is going absolutely feral as he watches you get all pouty at his request.

“you don’t want to spend time in bed with me?”

“that’s not the point, darling, i–“

“come on, kuni.. you know you liked it.. indulge me” you beg sweetly. you watch as his eyes light up at the nickname, a small snicker evading his mouth before he agrees sheepishly “so then..” you add, closing the space between the two of you until your noises touch “care to join me back in bed?”

and he shouldn’t. kunikida’s day had already started. he got up, drank his coffee (or what was left of it) and was supposed to get dressed and go do some work. but as mentioned previously: this man simply cannot resist you. so he lets himself get persuaded, especially when your lips touch his so gently. you didn’t have to, really, he was already going to say yes. but an extra kiss sure does help.

— EDOGAWA RANPO;

there is not one man in this whole wide world who hates waking up in the morning more than ranpo does. the moment the sun shines through the window and hits his closed eyelids, this man starts groaning and whining, most of the time still asleep, at how uncomfortable it feels. ranpo loves naps, he loves staying in the comfort of his own bed and even more so that he had you as a pillow.

you open your eyes to the sound of your boyfriend huffing and puffing about being woken up by the noise of the busy streets outside. his messy dark hair tickles your chin, his cheek still pressed to your chest as he keeps his eyes shut, attempting to go back to sleep and failing miserably. his grip on your waist tightens and sighs, finally speaking properly “i know you’re awake.”

you let out an amused breath, hand going straight to his hair to play with it “did you deduct that with your amazing skills or did you realise you’ve woken me up?” ranpo’s head shoots up in a faux shocked expression, dramatically gasping as he removes his upper body from yours. never mind that his legs were still tangled with yours, if you were gonna give him sass he was going to reply with sass.

“excuse me? are you denying my amazing ability? are you excusing the behaviour of these insane people yelling outside for no reason? i am a victim!” he dramatises, hitting his closed fist on the mattress. you giggle, cupping his cheek with one hand as you scan his pouty face “it’s the weekend! why do people have to be going places at this hour?”

“it’s 1pm, baby” you remind him gently. that however doesn’t stop him from further jutting his lip out and parting away from you completely so he can glance out the window with the nastiest look he could give. to appear even more menacing, ranpo crosses his arms in annoyance as he continues to complain about his ruined beauty sleep. you think he resembles a very cute dumpling.

sliding across the sheets, your arms find his waist just as quick as your lips find that spot on his neck that makes him ticklish. ranpo’s whines are interrupted by a small “hey!” as his face brightens from your touch. you sigh into his neck, taking in his scent and allowing him to cool down from his little tantrum. you watch the leaves of a tree move outside from a slight breeze.

“i really cherish my naps.. i find this inhumane!” ranpo continues to protest even after he’s completely relaxed in your arms, head thrown back against your shoulder. you smile at this child-like behaviour, pressing kisses to his cheek, jaw, neck and all the way down to his exposed collarbone. you watch as his skin starts to get redder, feel the heat grow into his cheeks and continue to shower him with affection.

“you missed a spot..” ranpo finally says, pouting his lips and pointing at them with his index. can this man get any cuter? the answer is yes, because the moment you don’t immediately attack his lips, ranpo moves closer, eyes glued to yours “kiss.. please” how can you deny him? you couldn’t even if you tried. you press a tiny kiss between his brows, two down the bridge of his nose, another two to the tip before you arrive at his lips, smooching them tenderly.

ranpo sighs against your lips, finally calming down as he holds onto your hand. his long eyelashes reveal his starstruck eyes and he reaches in again, kissing you with more heat than before. you give in, returning the kiss fully as his tongue swipes over your bottom lip and you sneak a hand under his shirt to caress his waist. the tip of his nose brushes against your cheek, his chin bumps into yours and before you know it you’re both out of breath.

“feeling better?” you ask softly, making ranpo grin all the way to his ears. he leans into your touch, sighing softly before an idea appears in his mind, making him jump. startled, you watch him as he jumps out of bed with excitement, raising his hand in the sky like he reached an epiphany.

“yes! in fact, i have the most wonderful idea!” you fear what his idea might involve. ranpo was smart, incredibly smart, sure. but the man wasn’t known for having necessarily good ideas, or safe ones, for that matter. he grabs your hands happily dragging you into the kitchen after him. hopping on the counter, ranpo makes his announcement “we should make pancakes! yaaayy!!”

you smile at him, letting out a soft breath before agreeing. after all, denying ranpo of both sleep, cuddles and sweets would be considered a federal crime. at least in his book. you look through the drawers and cabinets for all the necessary utensils before asking him to search for the ingredients in the fridge.

as expected, cooking with ranpo is messy. from butting in because “he knows better” to taste testing the batter so much you have to chase him for the bowl, it’s safe to say that by the time the pancakes are done, you don’t even feel hungry anymore. you sit yourself on the couch, totally spent as ranpo jumps on the cushion next to you and sets the empty pancakes on the coffee table alongside the different sweet fillings and sauces. after a while of messily preparing breakfast, he urges you to open wide “ahhhh!”

“baby, i don’t think—“ you don’t get to finish before a forkful of dessert is shoved into your mouth. you fearfully chew on the food, scared to gulp it down for a very good reason: ranpo had the sweetest tooth ever, which meant the pancake would probably be filled with anything and everything to make it sweeter. you simply didn’t want a toothache.

to your surprise, however, the taste is familiar and you turn around to your smiling boyfriend who prepares another bite for you “like it? i filled it with your favourite jam!” the urge to kiss him has never been stronger. so you decide to give into it, grabbing his face and pressing a wet, sticky-sweet smooch to his lips. taken aback, ranpo almost drops the fork he was holding and looks up at you, face flushed as you pull away and take the other bite he prepared “guess you like it, huh?”

“of course i do! made by the best boyfriend of all time!” you can basically see his back straighten and his chest widen at the sudden praise, a big grin on his lips as he gives you his characteristic smile before wholeheartedly agreeing “where’s your pancakes?…” you ask, looking around before you see it.

plate chock-full of pancakes that are filled with different kinds of jams, chocolate and tons of whipped cream with sprinkles. your eyes go wide, mouth going dry as ranpo proudly looks at his delicacy “tasty-looking, right? but i won’t share! i already prepared your breakfast for you!”

you spend the next few minutes enjoying the pancakes he prepared for you and then swiping the whipped cream off of his lips (sometimes with your thumb, sometimes by kissing him). and obviously, ranpo is elated by his culinary prowess. you just wonder how he’s still so calm and relaxed after eating so much sugar, insisting on taking another nap, right there on the couch. cuddles included and required !

— SIGMA;

sigma is a man of habit. from running the casino to your relationship, he always does his best to provide. he wakes up early, he does his chores around the house and then goes to work up until late, taking care of matters he only entrusts himself to. his reward? soft touches, giggly kisses and whispered “i love you’s” from his one and only. and he won’t have it any other way.

that’s why, when sigma wakes up before the sun rises, he takes a few good minutes to take you in. a good patch of his life was meaningless. besides the casino, he knew nothing, he felt like nothing. and when you appeared, that changed. sigma takes a while to reminisce all the moments between the two of you, a soft smile on his lips as he caresses your cheek with his hand. when your eyelids shift and you smile at his touch, sigma’s face goes red, completely enamoured with you.

he wants to show you how much he cares, how much he loves you. and so, he brings the covers all the way to your neck before getting up and opening the window for some fresh air. he goes to the bathroom, brushing his teeth and doing his skincare (not that he needed any, he enjoyed the routine) before returning to your shared bedroom and closing the window, afraid his princess might catch a cold.

he worries the noise he’s been making by walking around might wake you up soon… and you’ll definitely be hungry! and how could he let his darling go hungry? sigma glances lovingly at your sleeping figure one more time before stepping out into the hallway and making his way to the kitchen and starting to browse through the cookbook for a breakfast fit for his beloved.

he ties his long silky hair in a bun, ties your pretty apron to his waist and gets to work instantly. from eggs to steamed rice and rolled omelette with a side of seaweed (his speciality), this man takes his time to cook up a few tasty dishes that you can share together when you wake up. he cuts up your favourite fruit, sets it on a platter and looks around to see what he can add to the already delicious meals he prepared.

“ah! orange juice!” he exclaims, starting to cut up fresh oranges to make you your beverage of choice. the kitchen table is soon filled with plates of all kinds, different beverages and even napkins. as he sets down the last two glasses on the table, there sound of dragged footsteps reaches the room.

and when you enter: oh, what a sight! the table is filled with delicious dishes that entice your senses, sun rays hitting the table and your beautiful boyfriend, bent over the table and looking up at you as he places a glass of orange juice down “good morning” sigma gives you a small smile, straightening his back as he scans your awed face.

“what’s all this?” you inquire, now fully awake. you get closer, examining the dishes and taking notice of the beautiful designs on them. your boyfriend had not only made you breakfast, but he had also taken care of every bit of detail to make sure it was perfect “do we.. have someone over?” you smile as you scan all the food on the table. sure, it was all amazing and appetising but.. how were the two of you going to eat all of that?

“uh, no.. i… i made you breakfast. i didn’t know what you wanted but i didn’t want to wait until you woke up. i wanted it to be ready for you when you got up so–“ sigma’s explanation is cut off by a tender kiss to his lips, one that makes his mind spin and his ears catch a tint of red. he doesn’t know what to do with his hands for a couple of seconds, not with the way your palms rest at the base of his neck, holding him gently like he’s the most special thing (and he is). he soon wraps his arms around you, kissing back and pulling away slightly, only so he can apply two more pecks to your lips.

“i think it might be too much food” you smile against his lips, making him blush. was it too much? had he gone overboard? sigma’s palms start to sweat, something you notice. you take his face into your palms, looking at him softly “thank you, my love. you didn’t have to. but thank you” and he pulls you back in, alternating between longer, needier kisses and soft hurried ones that make you both chuckle against each other. when he finally pulls away, he urges you to sit down, dragging a chair for you like the gentleman he is.

“oh! i forgot the straws!” he exclaims, rushing back to the counter to grab two straws for your juice before finally sitting down across from you. “please.. let me know how i did” he urges, pointing at the dishes as you glance at him. it doesn’t take long for you to start taking bites from everything, expressing just how tasty everything is, how nicely paired the condiments are and how the food melts in your mouth.

sigma’s chin rests in his palm, watching you with loving eyes as you eat your fill from every dish. he might be full just from looking at you eating what he prepared with such hastiness that you honestly don’t even realise he hasn’t touched the food for a good 10 minutes. the moment you do, however… “do not let me eat all this by myself, i’m gonna get sick! it’s all too good!”

sigma chuckles, taking a sip of his orange juices before his eyes stop back on your cute cheeks that get puffier with each bite “i made it for you anyway. eat all you’d like.” you sit the chopsticks down with a bang, attempting to swallow the food in your mouth quicker so you can lecture him about not eating.

sigma is amused, thoroughly enjoying your cute behaviour before he finally gives in and takes some food for himself. you’re right, the food he prepared wasn’t nearly as bad as he feared it was. but you enjoying it made him feel amazing nonetheless. he despises the thought that in a few minutes, he’ll have to get up, get dressed and be out the door to go to work, but spending time with you is all the more rewarding.

as he grabs his keys and puts on his shoes, untying his hair from the previous bun, sigma turns to you. you smooth the ridges in his coat, slide your palms over his shoulders and detangle some strands of hair before grabbing his face and pressing several kisses to his glossy lips “that apron really suited you, you know?” you smile as you brush sigma’s bangs away from his eyes.

sigma’s eyes soften, his heart swells and he fights the urge to not pick you up and trap you in his arms. he hates that he has to leave for work, he hates that you can’t go with him. he knows that he’d be distracted the whole day if you were there but does it matter? he thinks it’s unfair he can’t have you next to him all the time “really? i should cook for you more often then.”

“maybe you should. i’m starting to think you’re a better cook than me anyway” you both smile, kissing passionately and not intending to let go. unfortunately for you, his alarm rings, signalling that an incident that requires his immediate attention has happened in the casino. he sighs says his ‘see you later’, opens the door and halts before turning back and grabbing you into another kiss “go! you’ll be late! one more kiss and you won’t leave!”

sigma smiles, pressing his forehead onto yours and drinking you in one last time before finally whispering “see you tonight” and exiting the apartment. he knew you were right. one more kiss and his employees would’ve had to deal with the incident. he hopes the day will pass by quick so he can be back in your arms again.

— NAKAHARA CHUUYA;

now, our beloved ginger wakes up hungover most days of the week. after a job well done nothing goes better than a few bottles of wine shared with his pretty girl and, considering how lightweight he is, it also guarantees him some restful sleep.

it’s hell for him when he wakes up though. his eyes, head and body hurt, he can’t go back to sleep but can’t function properly either. he requires medicine to get his day going. and on most occasions, the best medicine to make chuuya’s head stop spinning is a few kisses from you.

“fuck…” the man beside you growls in annoyance as he turns on his back, placing his hand on his eyes to block out the sunlight “the light is too fucking loud….” he complains in a high-pitched manner before mumbling a string of curses and a bunch of ‘i will never drink again’. it makes you chuckle, amused at his behaviour as he only seems to get more and more annoyed.

“loud? don’t you mean bright?” you smile, scooting over so you can rest your chin on his chest, your right index drawing circles on his clothed skin. chuuya grumbles something unintelligible, glancing down at you and catching your eyes right before you bend your face down to press a kiss to his peck. with a bite to his lip, this man is gone completely, heart thumping against his chest as heat rises to his cheeks. what was he even mad about?

“whatever…” he sighs, rolling his eyes before covering them again with a groan. one of your hands slide down to his waist, gently holding onto it as you use the other to push yourself upwards so you can place chaste kisses on his chin. a stray kiss to chuuya’s neck makes him giggle for a second and he lets you remove his hand away so you can litter his face with your affections “shit, it’s bright..”

“oh? looks like you’re sobering up already!” you tease him, making him roll his eyes and childishly mock your words before starting to caress your back. he lets himself get kissed until he’s melting into the covers and, when he thinks you’ve played games enough he grabs your chin and stares at your lips, at your knowing smile, before he takes your mouth on his. it calms him, having you on top of him, hands either on the side of his face or his chest as you give him lazy morning kisses to wake him up.

unfortunately, the dream breaks away quite quickly when you break free from his grasp, urging him to take the hangover medicine on the nightstand before getting dressed. chuuya’s eyes wander over your figure as he takes the pill, gulping it down with a chug of water “i’m going to go and buy some rice. we ran out and you need to eat” you explain as you press a kiss between his brows.

his muscles relax, hand going to your wrist and caressing the hand that rested on his face. when you specifically instruct him not to come with you and stay in bed, chuuya’s anger gets the best of him again “i don’t need shitty rice! you can go later! i’m not even hungry!” and like it was meant to betray him, his stomach lets out a loud growl that makes you grin.

“i won’t be long, baby. you won’t even notice my absence” you try to talk him out of his little tantrum. no use. chuuya should be able to enjoy spending time with his girl on weekend mornings! why would you want to disturb his peace? seeing him get so bothered by it was nonetheless extremely cute. and seeing as you’re set on going to the store to cook breakfast for him, that’s when chuuya thinks of a plan.

“one more kiss? and then you go?” he almost begs, seemingly not bothered anymore by you leaving. you comply, bending over to place a sweet kiss on his lips, letting him hold the back of your head. and right before you intend to pull away…

“mmph– chuuya!” he grabs you by your waist, pulling you on top of him and rolling over, securing his grip on you with both his arms and his legs. you look at him absolutely shocked, insisting he lets go! no use. chuuya’s acting no older than a 5 year old, burying his face in the crook of your neck to escape the light and refusing to let go.

“just order takeout! i’ll pay for it…” he says as he tightens his grip more and more. your muscles relax, your arms wrap around him and the only thing you can do is open your phone, selecting his favourite food and ordering it before starting to run your hand through his messy orange curls. it takes a while for him to agree to get out of bed. hell, he even insists you don’t leave the bed once the delivery guy rings the doorbell.

“you’re so clingy” you say matter-of-factly as he rolls his eyes, chewing on his food. your thumb grazes the corner of his mouth, swiping some sauce away from his lip before staring into his stormy eyes. by the look of his face, he was starting to sober up more and more, leaving the goofy and silly drunk chuuya behind and bringing the port mafia’s gravity user back… which was in fact probably more silly in secret than he was when drunk.

“yeah yeah well… don’t act like you don’t like it” chuuya retorts, smiling as he hears your laughter reach his ears. he says nothing, bending over the table and giving you a small kiss to your lips before turning back to his food, which he eats quickly due to how hungry he actually was. he promises not to drink any more wine that night. a promise he doesn’t keep, obviously. but what can you do? he’s your man. and if taking care of him in the morning after getting drunk was what it took to have him, you’d keep doing it.

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༅ "wrap your legs around my waist" ༄ | beast!dazai

.pairing ➺ beast!dazai x assistant!reader

.notes ➺ n/sfw content (mdni), fem!reader, cockwarming, office sex (if you see a pattern here no u don't), praise, name calling (slut, whore etc)

not proofread throughly don't come at me lovelies 🙏🏽

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"be a good girl and sit pretty f'me," dazai whispered, thumb circling your pretty clit as his cock was nestled deep inside you. you felt borderline delirious, being impaled on his cock without any movement− it was so, so cruel of him.

"samu... wanna move s'bad," you sniffed, pretty pink nails clawing at his crisp button up as you tried your very best not to grind down further. "shh, I know baby, I know. must be so hard for a slut like you huh?" he tilted your chin upwards to look at him, heart squeezing at the little tears clinging to your lashline. god, how he loved seeing you cry. only for this though− if anyone even thought about making you, his darling, cry− they wouldn't see the light of day again granted.

"just a few more moments, 'kay? i'm almost done, pretty," he kissed the top of your head before going back to his paperwork, fingers still playing with that cute little clit of yours and you could only sit there and take it. little whimpers and soft moans came out of your mouth everytime he shifted a little− you couldn't tell if he was doing this on purpose or not. either way, it drove you insane.

you weren't the only one being affected by this though, osamu would hiss out a curse whenever you clamped down too tightly around him, your slick dripping down his cock to his balls− completely ruining his trousers. he was resisting the urge to just bend you over his desk and fuck you stupid on his cock and he knew that's exactly what you needed− but he had to be patient. had to resist your sweet cunt clenching and unclenching around his length. you swear you could feel him throb inside of you, the feeling making butterflies erupt in your tummy.

after a few moments, you heard the soft click of the pen and osamu's slightly strained voice, "done." one moment you're cockwarming your boyf− boss, and the next moment you're being hoisted up and slammed against the wall, osamu's hushed voice hitting your ears, "wrap your legs around my waist, need to fuck you now." and you complied− jumping as he picks you up, your thighs separated by his torso while he kisses you feverishly. his teeth tugged on your bottom lip and you moaned softly, letting him in your mouth as he suckled on your tongue, hips rutting into the heat of your soft cunt, nearly slipping out from how eager he was. yeah, you definitely weren't the only one desperate to have him slamming into you.

"f-fuck− feels s'good, baby," he buried his head into the crook of your neck, hips still not slowing down− his pelvis grinding against your clit with every fast thrust. your hands clawed at his back, whining for him to take his coat off, you wanted to touch him so bad. he only chuckled, squeezing your ass between his long fingers, "wanna touch me, yeahhh? beg for it, sweet girl."

of course he'd make you beg, he always does. "wanna touch you s'o baaad− p-please!" you babbled, pulling and tugging on his jet black coat, your words breathy as you gasped, bouncing back to meet his thrusts halfway and he moaned, immensely turned on by your eagerness.

"c'mon, please don't tell me that's the best you can do? I'm sure a whore like you can do better~" he huffed, playfully smacking your ass, "now, beg. properly."

"samu! please− wanna touch you," you gasped, tugging at the hair on the back of his neck. "wanna feel you− pleasepleaseplease let me touch you−!" your cries got cut off by osamu hoisting you up again, holding you up with one arm as he hurriedly took off his coat and threw it across the room− popping the buttons off his white button-up and throwing that away aswell. his attention quickly went back to you, running his cold hands up and down your sides as he shallowly thrusted into you.

your hands immediately flew to scratch at his bandaged back, not too hard though− you know there'd be a punishment awaiting you if the bandages were damaged− and you just wanted to be osamu's good girl today.

his thrusts grew deeper, lithe fingers reaching between your bodies to play with your clit and you moaned, tightening around his cock. the brunette let out a guttural growl at the feeling of your cunt swallowing him so deliciously, the feeling was downright addicting to him− he needed to feel you cum around his cock.

his hips were slamming into you now, fingers gripping your hips so tightly that you knew they were gonna leave marks. you didn't care though− not when getting your brains fucked out by the port mafia boss.

your vision was hazy, drool dripping down your glossed lips− but you could still see how damn pretty he was. how fucking pretty osamu looked while fucking your lights out− thick brown locks disheveled, face flushed as tiny beads of sweat gathered on his forehead− some of his bangs sticking to his skin and fuck− you could almost cum from the sight alone.

what you didn't know, though, was that he was thinking the same things about you. oh, how your pretty face scrunched up in pleasure everytime he rubbed against a particular spot− it made him abuse and hit that spot over and over again, just to see your eyes slightly roll back as chants of his name rolled off your tongue. he loved the way your breasts bounced with each thrust of his unforgiving hips, made him want to bite and suck on them so much that they'd be left red and swollen. god, the mere image made his cock twitch inside of your velvety walls.

you gasped when his fingers sped up with his thrusts, ripping out gurgled mewls and moans out of you, your head lolling back against the wall as he encouraged you to cum− and you were close.

"cum on this c-cock− fuuck−!" he got cut off by his own growl, hips moving at an erratic pace− "soak this fuckin' cock, angel, now." and you did, right on queue− spraying him with your juices, now dripping down your ass cheeks as you wail from the burning overstimulation− only to get muffled by the palm of your boss. your body was completely slack in his hold, jaw unhinged as your thighs burned from the constant friction.

with one final thrust, he shuddered before flooding your insides with his seed, balls pressing against your ass and head thrown back− exposing the column of his slim throat, you wanted to bite down on it.

he slowly pulled out shortly after, pulling your panties back up and letting the waistband snap against your heated skin before smacking your ass playfully. what a damn tease. you could feel his sticky release pooling in your panties, the sensation was uncomfortable but you didn't dare disobey his wishes.

"alright, off you go now. I'm sure you have work to do, no?" osamu smirked, patting your ass softly before pushing you forward.

you wanted to wipe that little smirk off his face so bad− you were so gonna get back at him for this.

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a/n: sorry if this is ooc y'all I haven't read beast fully </3 kinda hate this but wtv, promise the next one will be better

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just saw ur fic ideas post .......... how bout semi public stuff with gojo @ some high end jujutsu event and he just is SOOOO enamoured with how you look and takes you to the bathroom and ..... 😙

GOT A FETISH FOR YOUR LOVE !

ෆ note. sobs dies ressurects… im so weak… i had to write a full on fic… everyone thank T for this cuz i went crazy on this one and it’s super detailed for no reason. this post contains smut, proceed at own risk !

ෆ tags. (perv)dom!satoru x female reader. semi public, p in v — unprotected, bits of manhandling, corruption kink, breast play, premature ejaculation, cervix fucking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, teasing, cum play, creampies, spanking, pussy slapping, mentions of masturbation, perv panty stealer satoru, implied cunnilingus, fucked against a wall, lots of dirty talk, satoru calls you ‘slutty’ once, satoru with the famous ‘just the tip’ beg, satoru sometimes turns whiny and subby so you get the best of both worlds (hes pathetic), he has a big dick ehem, pussy drunk satoru.

satoru couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw you climb up the stairs near the torii gates of the high school he teaches at; your appearance only increasing in beauty due to the candle lights placed all around the environment.

your face and body were glistening under the moon light as you made your way up. you were silently cursing yourself for wearing heels while knowing that jujutsu tech was situated on top of a literal mountain.

unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend had been waiting your arrival near the entrance since the first guests started pouring in.

with a sigh, you finally lift your head up as you notice the entrance to the main building come into view. there were lots of known sorcerers gathered around, chitchatting about recent business and changes in the jujutsu society.

you were too enamoured by the elegant decorations that hung around the school and the people who were dressed accordingly to the theme to even notice the white-haired man walking up to you.

which was unusual, since satoru’s tall physique could be easily spotted in any crowd.

“baby, you should’ve told me you had arrived!” satoru exclaims almost embarrassingly loud, waving at you without a care in the world of all the other guests that were giving him stares. his gaze was only on you, “i would’ve come picked you up.”

you wave back at him, eyes lingering on the tailored dark blue suit he was wearing, the waistcoat and dress shirt underneath being undeniably attractive. a bonus being that he was wearing his glasses and not his blindfold.

“it’s okay, love.” you reassure satoru as you walk a few steps towards him as well.

“ya sure? you didn’t hurt yourself or anything, right?” satoru pouts, immediately wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you tight, “my poor, poor girl.”

you roll your eyes at satoru’s antics. his one and only desire in life is to give you the princess treatment you deserve and it shows at moments like these.

“it’s fine,” you murmur, voice muffled as you bury your face into the crook of his neck; getting drowned in his familiar scent, “you look handsome by the way.”

satoru chuckles, feeling a bit giddy on the inside from your compliment. he almost responded with a ‘i know i do’, yet he held himself back. today was an exception and he decided to save you from any more cheeky remarks.

“thank you, pretty.” satoru hums, “you look ethereal.”

you could feel the way your boyfriend hugged you even tighter after his comment, pressing your body against his. you normally wouldn’t mind it in the slightest, however you could notice a few people glancing over at you two.

satoru couldn’t give a single damn about it; the only thing his senses were hyper focused on were your breasts that were squished against his chest—the curves of your body being easily accessible to the sorcerer.

“god..” his breath was shaky a little. satoru was really trying hard to repress his urges, the event hadn’t even started yet and even so, he was way too lost in his perverted thoughts.

he couldn’t help himself. you were just too addictive; your perfume, your warmth, your body, your face, your glossy lips… your breasts, your ass—

satoru clears his throat and pulls back after a bit, “shall we, m’lady?”

he bowed a little to you, putting his hand out for you to hold on while a subtle smirk played on his lips.

with a giggle, you grab onto his hand and satoru wastes no time interlocking your fingers as he guides you to the entrance of the main hall.

the building was scattered with even more sorcerers from all kinds of clans; some admiring the scenery, some sitting and eating various delicacies.

like before, you were too caught up in the scale of the event to realise that satoru was ogling you. it was a great thing that his pitch black lenses were blocking most of his eyes from the outside;

his gaze lingered on your side profile, your lips that were slightly parted in amazement, your hips which swayed from side to side with each step and your ass which he tried not to grope in public.

satoru hadn’t even noticed that he started to ball his hands into fists out of pure self control. his hand that was holding onto yours tightening its grip as well.

“something wrong?” you ask your boyfriend once you noticed, tilting your head to look up at him.

“nothin’, baby.” satoru lies and flashes you a reassuring smile, “c’mon. let’s enjoy some food.”

without waiting on your answer, satoru guides you towards a free cocktail table and stands near it, serving you an appetiser that was set on the table cloth.

you gladly accepted it and took a small bite, looking around the place some more and taking in the details, “it’s really pretty. the decor and stuff.”

satoru hums in agreement even though he hadn’t taken a single proper look at the environment when you were the main event in his eyes, “yeah. i think so too.”

everything about you somehow drove him crazy today. on most normal days, he could wait until you were at home to show you how much he adores you. that was not the case at the moment since he was fighting with his own self on the inside.

he was absolutely whipped for your elegant look.

“very pretty.” satoru mumbles under his breath. he most definitely wasn’t talking about the interior or exterior of the place.

it was getting harder by the minute to not give in to his primal needs. the more you talked to him, flashed him your innocent smile and let him hear your voice, the more he was struggling to keep his (now hard) dick in his pants.

you continued rambling about something that you noticed around you and satoru took the chance to place his hand on your hip, pulling you closer. it wasn’t anything unusual, thus you kept on talking.

it started off by him rubbing the area around your hips to his fingers subtly sliding downwards, eventually reaching the hem of your dress. his index finger dipped under the fabric, caressing your upper thigh. that small skin to skin action made satoru’s breath hitch and his cock twitch in its restraints.

“fuck.”

“what was that?” you abruptly stop yourself as you heard your lover curse under his breath. you weren’t aware of all the lewd thoughts going on in satoru’s mind and that made it even better. your innocent confusion wasn’t going to last long, however.

satoru lowered his head a bit until his lips were right next to your ear. the warmth of his breath made you shiver.

“i said,” he starts off in a low tone; one which he knows would make you weak for him, “i want you.”

it was as if time froze for you for a split second. you knew what satoru meant with that. you could’ve easily guessed the hidden meaning behind those three words just by his tone. the light but daring touches on your legs were your second hint.

“love, we’re in public.” you whisper back. satoru has a reputation to uphold as the strongest sorcerer in this entire building, yet there he was; implying that he wanted to take you right there and now.

a sigh left satoru’s lips, the air hitting your ear once again, “please, baby? for me?”

satoru was running out of patience. he could act out in the midst of the hall and disregard his image for all he cares. he just needed you. badly.

“promise i’ll be quick, yeah?” he adds, tone pleading but also a tad dominant.

you gulp and wanted to give in. you stood no chance to your whiny boyfriend, who always knew the right buttons to push to get you to comply to his requests.

satoru saw the hesitation in your eyes and he decided to plead more, “just the tip. i promise, sweets—tha’s all i need.”

a intrusive mental image of satoru fucking your brains out made him grip your thigh a bit harder; his voice suddenly growing deep and dominant, his expression filled with only lust.

“shit—please. have to feel your sweet pussy wrapped around me or i’ll lose it.”

his words were growing explicit and it was only a matter of time before he actually touches you improperly in front of everyone. you could tell by the way his long fingers inched closer to your clothed cunt.

“..fine. just the tip, like you said.” you breathe out shakily out of pure desire. though, both of you knew that it was going to be more than ‘just the tip’.

satoru grinned and immediately put down the appetiser he was holding onto, grabbing your hand and almost rushing out of the hall.

there were a few sorcerers trying to greet him on the way, yet he didn’t even glance at them once. his eyes were dazed with hunger as he swiftly made his way through the crowd—his thoughts being filled with the ways he’ll have you moan and beg.

satoru opens up the door to the nearest bathroom, pushing you against the wall the moment the door closed behind you.

his glossy lips crash against yours, the lipstick you’re wearing smearing on your lover due to the aggressive and almost sloppy way he kissed you. his tongue prodded against your lips before entering your mouth—strings of saliva and heavy breaths being exchanged between you two for what felt like minutes.

“ah, fuck. i wanted this so bad,” satoru moans against your mouth, sucking on your bottom lip, “..since the moment i saw you in that dress.”

his big hands were all over your body; groping and grabbing onto your flesh, from your ass and thighs to your tits.

“mhhh— ‘toru, god,” you sigh, feeling yourself get wet from just his confessions, “you can have me, all of me.”

your lover grunts at your words. they were exactly what he needed to hear. he roughly pulls the hem of your dress up, revealing your white panties. his all time favourite. a small, lustful grin instantly appears on his face. he always thought that you looked extra innocent in those; and that by ripping those off, that he’ll corrupt that ‘pure’ image.

and don’t let him start on how many times he’s used that specific pair of panties to jerk off. he vividly remembers how his sticky cum covered the cloth afterwards.

“haah—fuckfuckfuck,” satoru curses repeatedly as his fingertips tremble out of pure desire, “can’t wait any longer. you’re gonna walk around the avenue with no panties later on, ‘kay?”

“sato-” your eyes widened and before you could even protest, you hear the fabric of your underwear tearing. the ripped off cloth falling down onto the cold floor.

“there we go,” he mutters in delight, his eyes gazed at your exposed pussy. his fingers rubbed over the skin, grazing the wet folds. a deep, breathy chuckle echoes throughout the bathroom, “this pussy’s just ready to be filled, don’tcha think?”

you nod feverishly and nibble on your lower lip at the way satoru was teasing your clit. his hand slowly cupped your slippery cunt, his palm covering the area entirely before slapping the velvety flesh. three small smacks, each making your limbs tremble.

“ya hear that?” satoru hums, completely overtaken by his desire for you as the squelchy sounds ring in his ears, “so ready to be stretched out and fucked.”

“hnnnh, ah, baby—please just, just fuck me.” you whimper; feeling the pressure of his hand’s thenar against your clit while his fingertips traveled across your vulva.

“oh, i definitely will.” satoru responds with a grunt as he undoes his belt and zipper with his free hand. his trousers and underwear fall down to his ankles, revealing his cock to you.

your mouth watered at the sight as it slightly slapped against his lower abdomen due to the speed at which satoru took his boxers off. the moist drops of thick pre-cum coating his pink tip, the slight curve of his big shaft and the veins covering it—you needed to have him in you.

when satoru thinks that he prepped you enough to take his cock, he removes his hand from between your legs. of course, he isn’t going to waste a chance of tasting your slick that gathered on his skin.

“turn around,” he orders after licking off his fingers and you do as said, “ass back towards me, pretty.”

one of satoru’s hands was on one side of your hips to hold you steady against the cold tiles of the bathroom wall, the other occupied with stroking his cock. satoru was already contemplating on where to cum; in or on you. he’s obsessed with spurting his sticky cum on your plump ass, however he also loved stuffing you full of it.

“deep breaths,” your boyfriend reminds you as he prods the swollen tip of his cock at your entrance—despite the prep, it was always almost impossible to avoid a slight discomforting sensation in the beginning. that man’s length was no joke.

“ahhhh, fuuuck! satoru!” you hiss and your fingernails try to dig into the wall you were pressed against. you felt your folds being forced apart to fit his cock inside of your small cunt.

“shiiit.. you’re fuckin’ tight.” satoru grits his teeth. no matter how many times he breaks your pussy in, you still feel as tight as ever, “..mmh—relax, princess.”

satoru pushed in, inch by inch, until he bottomed out and you both took a deep breath. a sloppy kiss was placed against the back of your neck as reward for taking him in. it was his habit of doing so every time the two of you get intimate.

“‘m gonna start moving. that alright?”

a simple nod coming from you was plenty to let satoru begin with slow, soft thrusts which soon enough turned into deep and firm thrusts—the pounding sounds echoing in the bathroom, “there we go—ahh, yeah— fuck!”

“mhhhg, s’good! ngh!” you slur your words a bit as satoru started to speed up the tempo, feeling his heavy balls slap against the skin near your clit every time he drove his thick cock into you, “mmph! more, wan’ more!”

neither you nor satoru could care anymore if your desperate mewls or the harsh skin-to-skin sounds were heard outside of the dimly lit bathroom.

satoru was slowly losing his mind as he gazed down at your ass and the way you moved your hips back to meet his rough thrusts—he never got enough of you in that position. his hands held onto your hips before moving to your lower back to deepen your arch a little. his eyes were in a trance; he needed to see more of that chubby ass and the recoil of it.

“i swear—you’re gonna make me,haah, cum already,” satoru moans as he tried to find a way to distract himself from the pleasure building up to a breaking point. he decides to gently bite onto your shoulder, running his tongue over the slight mark he left and then continues to suck on the flesh.

“hmmmh, haah, yes! need- need your cum in me, please- please, ‘toru!” you beg in such an erotic tone that satoru can’t help but bite down harder on your shoulder.

“princess—y-you can’t say that-” he swallows a lump in his throat as he forces his cock so deep that you felt it hit your cervix repeatedly, “please- don’t say that.. don’t, oh god—“

satoru was the one begging this time; his voice sounding more whiny than it had ever been during your little session. he can’t help it when it comes to you. he had desired to fuck you since he saw you and now that he was finally doing it, his senses were utterly overwhelmed.

“nonono,” you hear your boyfriend curse as the strokes inside your tight cunt turned harsh and quick, like he was on the verge of his climax, which he didn’t want. he didn’t want to cum in under two minutes, but he’s just so weak when it comes to you. so damn weak.

“ahhh, fuck— s-sorry, baby— can i cum? can i cum in you? please?” he bites his lips, shutting his eyes so tight that he could see colors.

“please, please, let me. mnghhh, please let me cum in you. wanna fill you up.” satoru repeats his words like a chant in your ear. you were as lost in the feeling of ecstasy as your lover was and just nodded at his whiny pleas.

“mhmm, yes, do it—cum in me!”

your permission was all satoru needed and not a second later, you felt ropes and ropes of hot cum flood your cunt and some drops gush out of your pulsating hole.

satoru was quivering slightly as he kept moving his hips in slow pumps, fucking the cum deeper into you. you were full of surprises; he didn’t know he could cum in under two minutes until right that instant. you really had him wrapped around your finger.

and the best thing? he was already starting to get hard once again.

satoru slowly pulled his dick out of you and only let the tip stay a few centimetres in you. one hand went to grab onto the base of his length and he started to tap and move the tip in tiny circular motions in your cum-filled pussy—making sure every single drop is dumped where it belonged.

“fucking greedy, ain’t ya?” satoru hisses as he feels you clench onto his tip like you were doing to his cock earlier, “your pussy just wants to milk me dry.”

you whine and push your hips back a little in attempt to push his cock further into your needy cunt again, “wan’ more.. please, ‘toru?”

gojo satoru was a weakling.

he slammed his cock fully inside of you again and didn’t care if you expected it or not; he was fucking you like there was no tomorrow. his hands were kneading the flesh of your ass, spanking it every now and then to feel you tighten up more around him while his hips were working full time.

“yeah? gonna take another load in your slutty cunt again?” satoru groans as he feels your pussy gripping onto his throbbing cock like it was pleading to be stuffed, “haaah—you’re incredible, nhh, never had anyone make me cum this quick and hard before.”

your body squirmed and shivered each time you felt satoru spank you, ending up in a repeated cycle of you tightening up around him and him smacking the fat of your ass, “yes, yes, yes! want it, please!”

it was incredibly difficult to hold back your own orgasm when satoru was whispering filthy things in your ear, pounding into your creamy pussy while also stimulating your clit.

satoru instantly caught onto the fact that you were nearing your climax. you always started to get more noisy whenever you were close, “aah, mhm—cum on my cock while i dump another load inside of you. c’mon, you can do it.”

satoru’s words made your stomach fill with butterflies, the coil inside of you threatening to finally snap.

“‘m gonna.. gonna cum! gonna cum!” you cry out between ragged breaths, eyes rolling into the back of your head once you reached your long-awaited climax.

the sight of you arching your back even more while you came was the hottest thing satoru’s seen. he rushed his thrusts, becoming more precise to hit your cervix over and over again.

“mhm, jus’ like that—tighten up more.” your lover hisses and his nails dug into the flesh of your hips while he felt your pussy throbbing from overstimulation, “milk me dry, pretty—fuck!”

your mind was foggy with that euphoric feeling after reaching your orgasm. but also due to satoru continuing to bully his thick cock all the way in you, seemingly needing to drain his balls inside your cunt.

“mhhhhnn, ‘m gonna fill ya up again,” he whimpers a bit into your ear from behind while sweat drips from his forehead, “take it all like a good girl, yeah? don’t—haah— waste a drop.”

and with that he spurts and squirts strings of cum into your womb once more. it felt like there was no ending to it as his semen just continued to pump out of the tip.

“fuckkk! got more for you,” satoru almost sobs out, his tongue peeking out from behind his lips as his muscles tense up. he came so much into you that even more of the liquid drizzled down on the floor beneath you, “take it—yeah—jus’ like that.”

a few more deep and chaste strokes and satoru was done. he exhaustedly rests his chin on your shoulder, white locks clinging onto his forehead and his cheeks colouring a reddish hue.

“haahh.. that was amazing.” satoru sighs deeply, trying to catch his breath while wrapping his arms around your waist. he buried his face into your neck, leaving small pecks there while mumbling about how good you were for him.

your eyes were closed as you rest against the wall, enjoying the affection from your lover while you feel his dick go limp inside you. satoru slowly pulls out afterwards, biting his lip as his gaze lingered on all the fluids leaking down your trembling thighs.

“hold on,” satoru murmurs gently, “gonna clean you up, princess.”

his own legs were shaking slightly as he quickly put his boxers and pants back on. your boyfriend grabs a few tissues from a nearby dispenser, kneeling behind you afterwards.

your eyes followed his fingers as they held onto the wipes and started to clean you up slowly. the comfortable silence—excluding the muffled sounds of chatter and music from outside the bathroom—was perfect for you to catch your breath.

satoru was diligently sliding the tissues over your skin, making sure to not be too rough.

as much as he tried telling himself not to get turned on again from the sight of your ass and sopping cunt in front of his face, he just couldn’t.

your lover was breathing heavily and stopped cleaning you up for a second. he really tried his best to stop himself over and over, though the title of being the strongest didn’t apply to his self control.

his large hands came up to hold onto your ass, spreading the cheeks apart which made your lips part in shock. you looked over your shoulder at him and sensed the resurfacing lust in the air. not only that: his warm breath hit your sensitive pussy as he panted in a hungry way.

satoru lifted his head up to meet your eyes, flashing you a (not so) apologetic grin;

“sorry, pretty. i need to get my dessert.”

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ BY ANY OTHER NAME — dazai osamu

summary . . . dazai comes home after a week away, and you stay up late to surprise him with a gift.

contents . . . sfw, f!reader, pm boss dazai, dazai's pov, fluff, pet names, husband dazai <3, my unofficial valentine’s fic — 2.3k

notes . . . IM BACK !!!! he can stop whining about being neglected now (i missed him)

Dazai rubs his eyes as he walks in through the front doors of the Port Mafia headquarters, two of his men trailing behind him. The lights have been dimmed in the lobby, just bright enough to read through a sheet of paper without squinting. There are very few people loitering in the building, but that isn’t unusual for three o’clock in the morning. 

The sight of the lobby, as abysmal and dreary as it is, soothes the ache that’s been lingering in Dazai’s chest. It’s been a while since he’s been home; the past week was dedicated to doing business outside of the city. But it feels like it’s been even longer than that since he’s gotten to kiss you.

Dazai had called you every day when he was away — of course he did. His every thought revolves around you. It’s just that a few phone calls are nothing compared to being close enough to touch you.

“All set then, boss?” Chuuya asks, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He looks every bit as tired as Dazai feels. None of them had gotten much sleep on the mission away, and the weariness is finally settling down on them.

Dazai nods and waves his hands, dismissing Chuuya. “Get some rest. But don’t think that you can miss out on the meeting tomorrow just because we got back late,” he hums, and though Chuuya’s face twists up in annoyance, a fraction of a grin lingers on Dazai’s own. “I expect you there bright and early.” 

“Asshole,” Chuuya mutters under his breath, rolling his eyes. And, in all honesty, Dazai is too tired to even quip back. 

He watches as Chuuya and the rest of his team disperse. Some of them head to the elevator, choosing to remain under the safety of the Mafia’s ownership. Some leave the building, heading to their private homes, outside of the city.

Dazai doesn’t really care where they choose to reside, as long as they remain loyalty to him and the Mafia. So far, he hasn’t had any issues.

With a quick scan around the room, he notices that there are still eyes on him. Dazai refrains from yawning, even as the sleepy feeling creeps up on him, an almost uncontrollable strain of the muscles. It’s a simple bodily reaction, but it feels too much like an emotion, a weakness that he could reveal. How tiring it is, to be the boss, with every eye scutinizing him, searching for a mistake. 

He’s a lot more relaxed around the members he’d been a child with; they disliked the previous bosses more than they dislike him, but some still miss when Mori was alive. Some, he worries, know they’ll never be able to land a finger on Dazai — you are the much easier target. 

It’s a fear that has never left him alone, not since the day he fell in love with you. 

When his eyes slide to the corner of the room, he notices that Higuchi and Gin are still downstairs, conversing in whispers in front of a corner table. 

His eyebrows wrinkle together. They’re supposed to be with you, still watching out in case anyone decides to make a move before you’re back in his arms. 

Dazai heads toward them, straightening his lips into a scowl. He knows that neither of them particularly like him; their feelings are nothing short of neutral. But they are fiercely loyal to you.

As much as he’d like to snap at someone in his weathered state, he knows neither of them would ever do anything to put you in danger. He also knows that if you’d begged them to be left alone, they would’ve complied. 

“Higuchi,” Dazai says, his voice flattened, serious, as he tries to hide both his exhaustion and his confusion. “Is something wrong?”

The blonde straightens, her expression changing quickly from an easy smile to something anxiously stoic. Her eyes shift from him to Gin, and though she always puts on a very brave face, Dazai knows how much he intimidates her — just as Mori did before him. 

“Sorry, sir,” Higuchi says, and she steps to the side, a space between her and the other woman revealing you asleep on the table. “We thought you’d be back earlier. She wanted to stay down here and surprise you, but it got late, and…” Higuchi trails off, noticing that Dazai is already distracted, his expression softening. 

It is, perhaps, the reason that so many in the Port Mafia choose to win you over. There is very little that Dazai forgives, very little that he lets slide. You, though, have a heart that is much softer, a gentleness that he has never once in his life possessed. The bleeding organ caged within his chest is made of blooming flowers when it comes to you, ones with petals he’d let you pluck off without a single protest. 

“Oh,” Dazai says, the syllable nothing more than a puff of air, parting his cold lips. His eyes soften, body relaxing, every ounce of tension draining from his shoulders. He feels lighter, those sickening thoughts of blood and misery evaporating from his mind like a cartoonish puff of smoke. “I see.”

One of your arms is stretched out across the table, the other tucked under your head, creating a right angle from your wrist to your elbow. There is a dark shade of lipstick on your mouth, that has now smeared to your cheeks. Only one of your eyes is visible, the other pressed into your bicep. 

You’re a mess, but you’re so human; angelically beautiful, but not without the faults of a mortal. He loves you so dearly that his chest squeezes, and though Gin and Higuchi are watching, he knows—and they know—that he’s never been good at hiding his feelings for you. 

“Thank you,” Dazai says, tapping Higuchi on the shoulder. She seems to flinch at the sudden contact, but relaxes, and nods. “For staying with her.”

Higuchi is surprised by the acknowledgement, but she just bows her head, laughs, almost awkwardly, and backs away from him. “I consider her a friend. I don’t need to be thanked.”

“It’s polite to thank people for the work they’ve done for you,” Dazai says, and though he’s, perhaps, being uncharacteristically nice, you’ve softened him like butter, making him sickeningly saccharine. “Is it not?”

Higuchi opens her mouth, then draws her eyebrows together before shutting it. Better to let it go than question Dazai’s newfound benevolence — something he will spare only so often.

But she surprises Dazai with a small grin, her bangs falling into her eyes as she tilts her head just to the side. “Your darling wife has trained you well,” Higuchi says, much braver than she’d been months ago, braver still, than she’d been under Mori’s regime. 

Dazai thinks he’s grown too soft in his years with you. Though, one scan of your darling, sleeping figure erases any regret he could ever feel. 

He’s surprised by Higuchi’s reaction, but he doesn’t let it show, a smile sliding smoothly on his face before a sharp laugh escapes from him. “I’ve just grown to trust you more, Higuchi. I know that you would never betray her.” 

Higuchi smiles; there’s a fresh understanding between them that wasn’t there before. 

Dazai loves you, he loves you dearly, but he is lucky that so many others do too. How many people has he won over in the Mafia, just by being associated with you? How many have sworn their loyalty to him, only because they’re forever loyal to you? 

He supposes it doesn’t matter. You’ve got a pretty ring on your finger to prove that you’re as much his as you are the Port Mafia’s, and he doesn’t intend on ever letting you go.

Gin and Higuchi bid him a good night, and his exhaustion finally starts to overcome him, the stickiness in the back of his throat giving way to pain, his eyelids thin and scratchy. 

Dazai runs his hands over your head softly, stirring you back awake. It must be painful, the position you’re in, and he can only imagine how stiff you are. When he touches your cheek, you make a soft little sound under your breath; Dazai nearly melts.

“Sweetheart,” he hums, dragging his fingertips across your arms. “Let’s go.” 

It takes a few seconds longer before you jolt a bit, eyes fluttering open softly. You’d been in a surprisingly deep sleep, despite the lights on in the room, the rustling sound that follows the people walking around.

“Osamu?” 

Dazai hums an affirmation, and then he kisses you, just the corner of your mouth, the only part of it that he can reach. “You fell asleep,” he says, just above a whisper, kneeling slightly as you make your way to a seated position. “Time to go upstairs.”  

But you’re still half-asleep, and you fall forward, into his arms, throwing them around his neck. You smell something of fresh soap and roses, overwhelmingly sweet. Dazai almost can’t believe he’d been able to leave you for so long.  

“You’re back!” you mutter, and though it’s full of excitement, its also said through a yawn.

Dazai smiles, and breathes you in. “I am.”

“I missed you,” you kiss his shoulder, the juncture between it and his neck. “Sorry I wasn’t awake when you got here.” 

He runs his fingers up your spine and laughs, shaking his head. “It’s the middle of the night, my love. I would’ve preferred you were asleep, anyway.” A pout forms against his neck; he quickly remedies his words, and kisses the top of your head. “But I’m happy to see you. I was certainly surprised.” 

You laugh, breathless. “Not much of a surprise with me passed out on the table.” 

Dazai starts to pull away, but notices the bouquet of bright red roses on the table. It’s large — dozens and dozens of flowers stuck into the paper. They’re your favorites, ones that he always gets you, the stamp on the packaging from the same florist he shops from. His eyebrows wrinkle together. 

“Who are the flowers from?” he says, and though he tries to keep his tone unassuming, he knows how it sounds… Irritated, and perhaps a little too much like a man willing to skin anyone alive. 

You pull your head away from his shoulder and glance behind you, to the bouquet that is laid carefully against the table. “Oh,” you say, your eyes darting back down to your hands, in a way that is almost bashful. “They’re from me, actually. For you.” 

Carefully, you pick them up and hand them to him, smiling sideways and awkwardly.  

Dazai’s eyes widen. He glances at the flowers being presented to him, stares at the golden and diamond ring upon your finger, the vulnerability in your irises as you reach out the bouquet. His doubt is only obvious for a second, but it is enough to have you questioning your surprise. 

You frown, withdraw, and begin to set the bouquet down. “Do you not like them? I know they’re more of something I would like, but I just thought… Well, I love when you buy me flowers, Osamu. And you just have so many things, I thought this would be more—”

Dazai smiles. He is sick with affection, devastatingly in love with you and everything that you have to offer. You could have given him nothing, and he still would have stared at you with stars in his eyes, because you are the universe that he revolves around. You could’ve given him the world, and it wouldn’t have mattered, because he wants you and you alone, and no gift can compare to the way that you love him. 

He kisses you, catches you in the middle of a sentence, steals the air right from your lungs. The taste of you is even sweeter after so much time apart, and he curls his fingers into your scalp, traces your cheeks with his thumb. “I love you,” he says against your mouth, whispers the words, even though everyone around them sees his feelings on a flickering sign about his head. “You’re so sweet to me, even though I probably don’t deserve it.” 

You’re taken aback, and then you shake your head, rolling your eyes. You must get tired of how often he says it, how often he questions why you love a man like him. But it’s true. You are everything that’s right with the world, and Dazai is the opposite. Fate must’ve been on his side to match him with a soulmate that is everything he truly needs. 

“You spoil me too much,” you say in return, yawning again in the middle of the sentence, your hand covering your mouth daintily. “I never get the chance to do the same.” 

Dazai thinks your love spoils him enough, but he won’t bother you with anymore of those thoughts. Your eyes are drooping closed once more, and if he doesn’t get you upstairs soon, you might just sleep on the table for the rest of the morning. 

He takes the bouquet in one hand, and drags you to your feet with the other. You sway a bit, then nestle into his side, curling your arms around his waist tightly. “I’m sleepy, Osamu.” 

“Me too, sweetheart.” The two of you walk to the elevator in silence, and he realizes that he never properly expressed his gratitude. “Thank you for the flowers, angel.” 

You don’t respond, but squeeze him a little tighter. He smiles, and the elevator chimes. 

⤷ thank you sm for reading! reblogs appreciated!

i like it when you tell me what to do. —osamu dazai.

contains: dirty talk, playful!reader, mafia executive!dazai, if you think about it the positioning of furniture here is kinda weird, teasing, kinda dom reader maybe a switch, masochism (and sadism), gun play, unprotected sex, edge play

warning: unedited🤧

dazai's mischievous smirk greeted you as soon as your eyes met when he padded his thumb to your lips, raising your chin up.

playing with your bottom lip, you licked his thumb, slightly biting it to fully suck it. "ah, belladonna, i like this shade on you, i cannot wait to smear it off you."

you were then pulled to face your reflection as he kept your arms behind you, pulling bandages to restrain you. you tugged playfully as his grip tightens around your wrist.

trailing the tip of his nose on the side of your face, you meet his gaze and lowly chuckle at his dalliance. "you're losing your touch osamu," freeing yourself from the knot of his bandages, you roughly cup his jaw, dragging his face onto your height.

"you're not as fast as you were," you whisper as you lead a hot path to his ear.

with one swift motion of turning you and pushing you to his desk, you suddenly find yourself bending over—with his arm weighting your back, keeping you from standing.

"that's where you're wrong belladonna," his teeth grazing at your jaw, the barrel of his gun trailing up and down your leg to your thigh. "mhm?" you mindlessly hummed, your tone teasing. "i stay the same, if not better."

"as you do," he chuckled, his fingers making their way to your soaking folds. "my hands easily turn you into this wet mess, like the whore you are."

"and you easily get hard because of my dainty fingers," you smirked, stroking his hard length through his tight pants. "are you trying to out-whore me, osamu? hmm?"

while he enjoyed pressing his hard-on on your behind, you took advantage of breaking free off his hold and facing him, your back now at the table.

taking his semi-soaked gun, you licked your juices off the tip of the barrel and teasingly trailed it to the tight part of his slacks. up and down the barrel went, tracing the outline of his hardness.

dazai's mischievous smirk and occasional moans clouded your thoughts yet followed what his eyes wanted. "i like it when you do things to me, bella," he moaned. you notice a growing damp spot on the tight spot.

"like this?" you chuckled, tenderly pulling him into a kiss, slowly biting his lower lip until it bled, all the while cocking his gun and drawing a trail up and down his neck and torso.

"mhm," he whispered onto your teeth, saliva and blood mixing."

after a few more mindless patterns, you settled the tip of his barrel on his chest, directly above his heart.

his eyes glimmered with the same excitement whenever he faced danger. you pulled the trigger but none came. you continued dancing with his tongue, ravaging each other's mouths.

strings of saliva stretched from your mouths as soon as you gasped for air. laughing with your partner.

dazai grabbed at your hand, placing it onto his tight pants. he leaned on your neck only to beg and to bite for a few licks.

"tell me what to do with this, i like it when you tell me what to do."

as he let go of your settled hand, you feel the cold barrel traversing your back, following the trail of your spine.

as if a damsel in distress, you dramatically sighed and slightly opened your legs. "do the work for me osamu."

"but that's no fun," he gritted out, turning to you for him to face your behind. his feet pusing your legs on both sides to make room as he unbuckled his belt.

"do you love it when i fuck you from behind?" he whispered dramatically, his gun trailing your side.

"do you like being allowed to fuck me at all, osamu?" you replied with your usual seductive tone, your nails playing with his chin and your thumb padding his bloodied lower lip.

"would you rather like being fucked from behind," you teased, now gripping his dripping cock.

"i would love to, ah—," he moaned as he hungrily claimed your mouth as you pumped.

as if on cue, his gun stopped on the side of your head. without any second thought, he pulled the trigger, but none came.

"just like that, ah, yes—" with his head mindlessly drawn back, his face drunk on pleasure, you slowly intensified your strokes as you pushed his back to his desk where he found his knuckles tightly gripping its edges.

"mhm, ah, bella, you do me so good."

pornographic moans reverbated in the room as both of you panted, restlessly trailing each other's hands, fighting for dominance before the other takes over.

after successfully pinning your back to the same position on his desk, he teasingly rubs his hard dick on your now exposed ass, slowly drawing mindless lines up and down your behind and inner wet folds.

you grind on his hardness, smirking mischievously after his huffs of groans. with both your bodies sticky from sweat and pleasure, you couldn't help but moan with him as he went in.

the chorus of both your low and seductive chuckles filled the air. "ah bella, you make me believe in heaven when we're like this."

with dazai thrusting in and out of you like a maniac it was only natural that he lost his focus on your restraints. you were able to twist your body to face him, delaying his near nirvana.

he grinned like a maniac as you gripped on his exposed hard on. "kneel," you commanded through your teeth.

it took a swift second before you sat yourself on his desk, opening your exposed wetness. "osamu, you're forgetting something," you opened your legs wider.

his lips slowly climbed from the tip of your toe to your inner thighs. he sighed, taking in the warmth. he slowly lapped on your folds. when he gets a little too excited, you grip on his hair to withdraw him from you.

"ah, bella you must be a goddess to turn my pains into this pleasure," he moans.

BAKUGOU KATSUKI ✰ THE DRESS CODE

Bakugou was in a bad mood.

It was stupid, really. Absolutely stupid. But he couldn’t help the scowl on his face as he approached your desk.

“Oi,” he snapped, crossing his arms. “What the hell are you wearing?”

He had taken his time this morning, making sure the maroon shirt he picked out was one he actually liked. It wasn’t over the top or anything—just a plain shirt with a white skull on the back, paired with some casual black pants.

But it was the principle of the matter. You were supposed to match. That was the whole damn point.

The UA student council had this dress code specifically to celebrate Valentine’s Day. Maroon for those who’re in a relationship, blue for those in a situationship, green for those in the “friend zone,” black for those who are admirers from afar, and the plain school uniform for those who are more inclined in their studies to even bother with romantic relationships.

Was this your way of subtly denying him as your boyfriend? It wasn’t like you two were in hiding—and it’s not like he doesn’t mention that you two are seeing each other whenever someone pesters him about it.

You looked up, eyes wide and innocent. “Huh? My uniform?”

Bakugou’s brow twitched. “Yeah, I can see that. Why?”

You blinked, clearly not understanding what he was getting to. “Because… it’s Friday?”

“Did you forget what today is?”

You stared blankly at him, confusion written all over your face.

“...Friday?”

“Valentine’s Day!” he barked, causing a few of your classmates to glance over in amusement. He jerked his thumb at his own shirt—a simple red tee with a black skull printed on the back. “Maroon’s for people who are dating. Thought we were gonna match.”

You felt as though your soul just left your body.

“Oh... oh.” Your hands flew to your mouth. “I... I didn’t know! You never told me!”

“Didn’t think I had to. It’s common sense.”

“And you don’t even like Valentine’s Day! So... I thought we weren’t doing the dress code thing...”

That was true. But still! He was adamant on making you look like the one in the wrong here.

“Well, I am,” he pouted. So subtle it could be mistaken for his signature grimace. “And I heard from Ears that you were planning on wearing maroon, you idiot.”

“I told her—I was thinking about it, though.”

Bakugou’s shoulders sagged, the irritation draining a little. “Yeah, well... I went and did it. Thought it’d be obvious we’re together if we matched. You had a shirt with a golden dragon on the back, too, right?”

Your heart fluttered, your gaze finally meeting his. He remembered. The realization hit you like a ton of bricks—Bakugou Katsuki, the loud, brash, and unapologetically stubborn hero-in-training—your boyfriend, wanted to show off your relationship. Publicly. On Valentine’s Day.

A moment in history!

You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Instead, you jumped to your feet. “Wait here!”

Before he could argue, you bolted out of the classroom, leaving Bakugou standing there, baffled. He turned to find his classmates blatantly eavesdropping.

Mina’s eyes were practically sparkling. “Awww, Bakugou, you wanted to match with [Name]?”

Kaminari snickered. “Dude, that’s so cute.”

Kirishima grinned, throwing an arm around Bakugou’s shoulders. “You really have gone soft, man.”

Bakugou’s eye twitched, and he shrugged Kirishima’s arm off roughly. “Shut it, Shitty Hair. I just didn’t wanna look like an idiot wearin’ maroon by myself,” he grumbled. “And Sero’s wearing green—‘nd I don’t see anyone picking on him!”

“Cool it, man,” Sero laughed, shaking his head. “The incident still stings.”

“We salute you, brave soldier,” Kaminari replied.

Mina sighed dramatically, resting her chin on her hands. “Young love...”

His cheeks turned crimson. “Mind your own damn business!”

Before his embarrassment could escalate, you came running back, slightly out of breath, with something red clutched in your hands. You unfolded it and slipped it on—a maroon cardigan. It hugged your frame just right, with allowance to spare, the color bringing out the warm shimmer in your eyes.

You looked at him, your fingers fiddling with the buttons. “I had this in my locker. Does this work?”

Bakugou stared at you, his irritation disappearing like a factory reset process. You looked... cute. Really cute. But he wasn’t about to say that out loud. He cleared his throat, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Yeah... s’fine, I guess.”

Your face brightened, a smile breaking across your lips. “Really?”

He looked away, his voice gruff, though there was no heat in his reply. “Whatever.”

Their moment was interrupted by Mina’s dramatic squeal. “And they say romance is dead!”

Kaminari gave a thumbs up. “Didn’t think Bakugou could be such a romantic.”

Kirishima laughed. “Man, who knew you’d be such a softie?”

Bakugou’s eye twitched, and he spun around, his hands sparking. “One more word and I’ll kill all of you!”

His classmates laughed, not the least bit intimidated. They could see right through him—Bakugou Katsuki was completely, undeniably, head-over-heels for you.

Turning back to you, his voice softened, his anger dissipating. “C’mon, let’s go. Cafeteria had those stupid snacks you wanted.”

Your smile never wavered as you followed slightly behind him.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Katsuki.”

“Yeah, yeah... Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Bakugou hopes the next Valentine’s Day to come is when he can properly match with you. He won’t let you forget this time around.

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when katsuki’s copying your snaps so you pull a move

you sat, scattered across your bedroom with your friends. you decided you should all have a sleepover because you hadn’t hung out as a group in a while. as you all continued to giggle and watch a show on your television screen, your phone lit up.

a notification from katsuki, who you were sending photos of yourself to every couple of minutes. of course, he copied them with ease and without a care in the world.

but suddenly, your eyes widened, and you grinned like the cheshire cat. you had an amazing idea. you held the camera not too far away, and flexed your arm, showing your muscle. you giggled, would katsuki really fall for the trick and send you the same pose back?

less than a minute later, he opened the photo, but tsuyu sat next to you and leaned against her arms behind her. she asked, “are you feeling okay? you don’t appear to be interacting with the group as much.”

you nodded, “i’m okay, i’m just trying to get my boyfriend to do something,” then smiled at her clueless face. she was adorable.

you gained another notification from katsuki, so you clicked it and opened the photo.

jesus christ. his muscles were huge.

his shirt was off, and his bicep had a scar on it, he was looking into the camera with a glint in his red eyes and a smirk on his face. you blushed, and your lips stretched into a smile. you saved the photo to your camera roll, and he immediately texted you a message.

‘glad you think i look that good’

you rolled your eyes and smiled, and suddenly you heard a knock on your dorm door. the room went silent, and mina picked up the remote control and paused the show you were watching. everyone looked at each other, then at you. after a couple of seconds, there was another knock at the door and a sigh. you stood up and timidly walked over to the door, then opened it.

katsuki stood there in a black tank top with a white skull in the middle and sweatpants. his muscles still stood out even in his top and pants, and he smirked down at you, then raised his eyebrows.

you looked back at the quiet room and smiled, “don’t worry guys, it’s just katsuki!”

“y/n, he probably came here to be with you. you can let him in, you don’t have to ask us.” you smiled at kyoka’s words, then you squealed and jumped.

your boyfriend didn’t say many words, but you latched onto his bicep and tugged him into your room. he locked the bedroom door then you pushed him onto the bed to watch the show with the girls. you sat crisscrossed with him and switched positions frequently until you were comfortable.

once he laid down on your bed, you immediately followed after him and slung your leg and arm over his body. he groaned and gently pushed your head away when you tried to nuzzle into him, but you whined.

he grinned, knowing he was just trying to irritate you. he then placed his large hand on the back of your head and pulled it back closer to his body, and once everyone was looking away, he kissed your hair.

katsuki would never admit it, but he just wanted to lie down with you. didn’t care much to talk or show you anything, but wanted to be in your presence. you would always be the one to bring his mood up.

words weren’t needed to express his love for you, and vice versa.

but a couple of minutes later, the two of you were passed out, snuggled together in your bed. ochaco stood up from the bean bag and leaned over.

she whispered, “aww, look at those two! they’re adorable, i’ve never seen bakugo like this!” she placed her hands together and spinned.

but mina had a different idea.

“yeah, they’re cute, but eijiro can use this as blackmail, and so can i,” she joked. she took her phone out and made sure the flash was off, before smiling with malicious intent and looking at all the girls. they giggled, and she finally took the photo.

she sent it to eijiro, who texted back, ‘i always knew he was down bad for her’

hope u guys liked this one! tysm for so many likes on my first katsuki post

𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐖— gojo satoru

pairing: gojo satoru x gn!reader summary: it's hard to hide your relationship when your boyfriend has a staring problem. genre: fluff, humor (?), secret relationship notes: inspired by a real incident (aware). not revised, sorry for any mistakes </3 wc: ~2.4k

he’s staring.

you're sitting on the couch, curled up in the corner and chatting with shoko about your hellish weeks, and he's just staring.

you keep your gaze on shoko, refusing to look at gojo as he stands in the doorway and all but ignores geto's greeting. it's a little embarrassing, really, and you can't help but spare a glance in his direction in order to give him a sharp glare. the corners of his lips tug up at your action, and he reluctantly tears his eyes away from you and greets geto with an enthusiastic hug.

"i brought cookie dough!" gojo announces proudly, puffing his chest out as the rest of you groan. he all but wilts at the sound you all make, and you can see his lips forming a pout as he gives you all an expectant look. "what's the issue?"

"last time you tried to bake cookies, you burnt them," shoko says dryly, letting her head fall back against the couch as she complains. "for someone who claims to be good at everything you sure seem to love proving yourself wrong."

"that's because i didn't read the instructions, shoko," gojo explains patiently, face smug as he smirks. "but it'll be fine this time because you'll be the one making them."

"like hell i will," shoko snaps, eyes narrowing as she turns her head to glare at gojo.

"then i'll just try my luck again, i guess," gojo says breezily, meeting her glare evenly. the two of them stare each other down for a couple of seconds before shoko lets out a loud sigh and stands up, stalking over to gojo and snatching the container out of his hands. a snicker leaves his lips as she starts to walk towards the kitchen, and it only turns into a full blown laugh when she picks up the nearest thing (which happens to be geto's water bottle) and launches it at him.

"suguru!" shoko yells once she's in the kitchen. "get in here! you're going to help me."

"i'll be right back," geto says, smiling amicably before slipping through the doorway. you turn to finally face gojo, smiling as he bends down to pick up the fallen water bottle before placing it on the table beside him. the smile remains on your face as he approaches, and he can't help but smile in return as he casually points to the now empty space next to you.

"this seat taken?"

"yeah, by shoko," you scoff lightly, shaking your head lightly when he ignores your words and plops himself down next to you. he rests his arm on the back of the couch, and his added weight has the cushion sinking in a way that forces you to lean into him.

"oh? is that so?" gojo asks, an innocent smile on his face as he inches forward the slightest bit.

"yeah," you breathe, eyes darting towards the kitchen to make sure that geto and shoko are still occupied.

"but she's not here right now," gojo teases, chuckling when you roll your eyes.

"she'll come back eventually."

"and she can sit on my other side," gojo states confidently, leaning in even further with a cocky little grin on his face. "besides, we both know she likes curling up and resting her head on the arm rest."

"but she always insists on sitting next to me," you argue, giving in and leaning in as well.

"then you can sit in the middle," gojo whispers, his lips brushing against yours the slightest bit. "that way it's a win-win for everyone involved."

"what about suguru? where will he sit?"

"who cares?" gojo murmurs, eyes fluttering shut as he leans in fully to kiss you.

"the cookies will be ready in fifteen minutes!"

the two of you spring apart, almost leaping to opposite ends of the couch as shoko peeks her head into the living room. there's a moment of silence as she glances between the two of you, and it isn't until she turns to look back at who you assume is geto that you share a mildly panicked look with gojo.

"do we wanna wait or should we just start the movie?" shoko asks, drawing your attention back to her.

"let's just start the movie," you say, willing yourself to sound as normal as possible. shoko nods in return, stepping back into the living room with geto trailing behind her. she makes her way to the couch as geto approaches the tv, gingerly plucking the remote from behind it before settling down on the ground. shoko comes to a stop in front of gojo, motioning for him to move from his spot so she can sit.

you shuffle awkwardly across the couch as gojo makes his way to the other end of the couch, sinking into the middle seat as shoko curls up on the edge and rests her head on the arm rest. you turn to look at gojo when he plops down next to you, only to be met with a smug expression that screams 'i told you so'. the tv comes to life as geto nestles himself into the spot between you and shoko, his broad back pressed firmly up against the couch and preventing you from moving to the left in fear of accidentally kicking him.

"so what are we thinking?" geto asks, tilting his head back to look at the three of you. "comedy? action? romance?"

"horror," you reply flatly, choosing to ignore the look geto had sent your way when he had suggested romance. you smirk when you notice his expression fall, and he merely grumbles something under his breath before shifting his attention back to the tv.

"any objections?" geto asks, sparing a glance at shoko and frowning when she shakes her head. "any at all?"

"just choose a movie," shoko sighs, lightly kicking the back of geto's head. it's silent as geto finally settles on a movie that you know you've all seen before, and you decide to let it slide this time because you know that dealing with a scared geto is worse than sitting through a rewatch.

you reach across gojo to turn off the floor lamp, effectively plunging the living room into near-darkness. the glow from the television is bright enough to highlight geto's uncertain expression, and you resist the urge to snicker as you lean forward to tug at his hair. he looks up at you in annoyance, rolling his eyes when you speak. "if you get too scared, you can just sit on gojo's lap, okay?"

a low snort leaves shoko's words at your comment, and geto shushes her as the movie begins to play. you quickly find yourself engrossed in the film, and you let yourself melt into the couch as the first scene plays. you make sure to stay aware of geto's reactions when you realize the first jump scare is coming up, and you're rewarded with a sharp jolt as geto does his best to hold in his gasp.

a swat to the calf is all you receive when he hears your quiet laugh, and you throw a glance at shoko in hopes of sharing an amused glance, only to stop when you notice her already looking at you. or rather, looking past you and directly at gojo.

you feel yourself stiffen as you force yourself to look back at the film, waiting for shoko so turn her attention back to the tv before glancing at gojo through your periphery. a soft sigh leaves your lips when you see him staring at you, and you waste no time before elbowing his side and subtly tilting your head towards the tv. you don't wait to see his reaction, but you do feel him shift in his seat, stretching his arm across the back of the couch before running his fingers over your shoulder lightly.

you shiver lightly at the contact, and you don't even have to spare gojo another glance to know he's back to staring at you. the next few minutes consist of the same few actions: gojo shamelessly stares at you, shoko shoots him suspicious glances, and you do your best to ignore the two of them while you watch the movie. it isn't until a phone goes off that the strange cycle finally gets broken.

"what was that?" geto asks, eyes wide and voice low as he pauses the movie. you shake your head, trying to suppress a smile at his reaction.

"my phone," shoko says, her eyes glinting with amusement. "the cookies are ready. c'mon, suguru."

"no, i'll help!" you say, jumping to your feet. you watch as shoko watches you with narrowed eyes, and can't help but sigh in relief when she merely shrugs and starts making her way into the kitchen. you pointedly ignore gojo's stare and geto's curious look, slipping into the next room just in time to see shoko pull a tray out of the oven.

"i wanna wait for them to cool down, but i also know how impatient those two are," shoko mutters, a hand on her hip as she looks down at the tray. you hold up a finger, skirting around her and rifling through one of geto's drawers before finding a spatula.

"we can just transfer them to a plate and take them back with us. besides, gojo likes them warm," you suggest, earning a nod from shoko. you trade places with her while she pulls out a plate, and you begin scooping the freshly baked cookies onto it as she leans on the counter next to you.

"so, gojo," shoko says offhandedly. "y'know, he's been staring all night."

"oh? has he?" you ask, mentally patting yourself on the back when your voice remains steady.

"yeah," she continues, watching as you place the last of the cookies on the plate before grabbing it. "just pay attention and you'll notice. it's kind of scary, if i'm being honest. if he kept looking at me with those eyes of his, i'd put in a complaint with yaga."

you can't help but giggle at her words, and you quickly wash the spatula and dry it before placing it back into the drawer. "i'll keep your words in mind."

shoko gives you a lazy smile before plucking the tray of cookies off the counter, already making her way back into the living room. "make sure to keep an eye out!"

"yeah, yeah, whatever," you grumble under your breath, following after her and taking your seat once again. you flinch when she plops the plate into your lap, but you're given no time to say anything before geto and gojo are digging into the cookies.

"they're still warm!" gojo exclaims, earning a soft smile from you. shoko watches you closely, making sure to give you a knowing look when you finally glance her way. she remains silent when geto starts playing the movie once again, only reaching for a cookie herself and curling back up on the couch cushion.

five minutes after resuming the movie, you feel gojo's knee bump against yours as he shifts in his spot, sinking lower in his seat and spreading his legs apart before leaning against the armrest on his side. you can feel shoko's prickly stare as you keep your own gaze focused on the tv, and you simply tuck your legs under you and refuse to acknowledge either one of them. it isn't long until you can feel gojo staring at you too, and you feel your face grow warmer due to all the attention.

by the time the movie ends, geto is the only one who can say he actually watched the film, and he wastes no time before leaping to his feet and letting out a groan as he stretches.

"well, i need a drink if we're going to continue with the horror movies," geto announces, turning the floor lamp back on. he leans over to snag the last cookie, breaking it in two before offering half to gojo.

"me too," shoko agrees, suppressing a yawn as she joins geto's side. "i could go for a drink."

"me three," you chime in, making a move to stand up only to be stopped by shoko.

"nah, stay here," she says smugly, placing a hand on your shoulder to keep you in place. "i'll get it for you."

"um, okay?" you respond hesitantly, watching as geto follows shoko into the kitchen. "thank you!"

"well, well, well," gojo says quietly, leaning in and drawing your attention back to him. "it seems like we're all alone."

"you're so stupid," you snort, gently pushing him away from you. he pouts at your action and you find yourself shaking your head fondly at his expression. "shoko's been noticing all the staring you've been doing."

"well can you blame me?" he asks, grabbing your hand and pulling you close. he lets his lips skim against your knuckles, and you roll your eyes when he finally presses a firm kiss to the back of your hand. "how can i not stare when i have the most beautiful art i've ever seen sitting right next to me?"

"you're so cheesy!" you hiss, ignoring the way your stomach lurches when he gently intertwines his fingers with yours.

"yeah but you love it," gojo responds haughtily.

"yeah, i do," you say softly. gojo's eyes soften at your words, and he leans forward slightly before pausing, hesitation clear on his face. you let go of his hand to cup his cheek, pulling him even closer as you run your thumb along his cheekbone. "c'mere."

gojo's lips meet yours eagerly, and you resist the urge to smile when you hear him hum happily. you scoot yourself closer to him, half on his lap as he tilts his head to the side in an attempt to deepen the kiss. you respond eagerly, giggling when his hands settle on your waist and pull you onto his lap entirely.

"i told you they were making out!"

the two of you pull away from each other when you hear shoko's voice, and you turn to give her a mildly annoyed look as she gives you a smug one in return. geto stands right behind her, lips pursed as he does his best to hold back a smile.

"yeah, we were," gojo mutters bitterly, giving shoko a dark look. "before you so rudely interrupted."

shoko only laughs at his words, and you don't have the chance to explain anything before gojo is pulling you into another kiss.

"you owe me five bucks, suguru!"

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