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“Remember when you had to wear a dress for that one undercover mission? God. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to get you to wear one again,”
“In your fucking dreams, mackerel. I’m never wearing a dress again, especially not for one of your sick fantasies.”
Turns out that Chuuya Nakahara is a gigantic fucking liar.
In his defense—it’s Dazai’s birthday. And Dazai isn’t exactly used to getting birthday gifts.
That’s how they all grew up in the Port Mafia, birthdays were a waste of time, just another day of work. Sometimes you’d get a ‘Happy Birthday!’ or some cheap card, but that was about it.
He’s not exactly sure how things are at the Detective Agency and he doesn’t really care.
But for some reason that he can’t quite get behind, he wants to give Dazai something for his birthday.
Maybe it’s because he missed four of them and he wants to make up for it. Maybe it’s because, despite denying it, he actually cares for the asshole and likes it when he’s happy.
Most definitely not the second one.
Well, it’s entirely too late to question why exactly he’s doing this—it only matters that he is doing it. He made that decision a little over a week ago and started looking around for something similar to what he wore on the undercover mission. Now that he’s actually in the dress there’s no turning back.
He sighs, looking at himself in his full body mirror.
God, this was definitely a bad idea. He doesn’t look bad but he’s simply… not used to this. It’s weird, looking at himself with the red fabric clinging to his body. He turns around in the mirror with a sigh, staring at his exposed back.
Obviously, he didn’t just stop at a dress. It would be even weirder and even more out of place if he just wore it normally like any other piece of clothing.
First, black thigh highs. A little too tight for his legs so there’s a bit of fat hanging off, he thinks Dazai would like that. Second, red lipstick, with a lip gloss on top to make it shine. His fiery hair completely loose, falling down his back like a blood-infested waterfall.
And, finally, what he considers the main attraction—white lace panties. He’s constantly aware of their presence, probably the most uncomfortable part of it all, since panties are much less comfortable than boxers.
He doesn’t even know why he’s doing so fucking much for Dazai. He doesn’t deserve all of this.
Though, Chuuya has to admit, he actually looks kind of good like this.
The crimson silk fabric complements the red of his hair and lipstick. As a result, the blue of his eyes is a nice contrast—a break from all the shades of red. It brings them out more, and Dazai has stated that he thinks Chuuya’s eyes are pretty before.
The outfit is kind of uncomfortable but he can bear it, it’s not like he’ll need to stay like this for too long, anyway. He suspects Dazai would want him to keep the dress on but he can take it off after.
Dazai better like this. Chuuya didn’t put all this fucking effort in this gift for nothing.
He’s tried to create some sort of atmosphere in the room—lit two candles that he placed on each of his bedside tables, letting them be the only source of light in the room.
He’s also been debating getting wine, he’s sure Dazai will be too busy with him (hopes so, anyway) to drink any but he sure as hell could use some right now. Calm his nerves a bit. He’s not even sure why he’s stressing out so much, Dazai is the one who said he wants to see Chuuya wear a dress again.
Maybe it’s the fear of not being good enough, the fact that Kouyou was the one who carefully crafted his outfit for the mission, as well as his makeup. Though he doesn’t think makeup is necessary, the red lip looks good on him but he thinks anything more might be pushing it.
Though mascara sounds entertaining, he’s sure Dazai would absolutely devour the sight of Chuuya’s face covered in mascara-stained tears. He’d absolutely love it.
Fuck, does he have any laying around?
… Why would he have mascara laying around his house, out of all things?
Whatever. He just—needs some wine to calm down.
Before heading to the kitchen, he grabs his phone from where he left it on the bed and decides to text Dazai before he has the chance to stop himself. Before he scraps everything because of that stupid, irrational fear of failure.
Happy Birthday dipshit!! What are you up to right now?
8:46 PM
thank you <3 i was wondering when chibi would text me… i was really starting to worry that he wouldn't at all :(
8:48 PM
and to answer your question, nothing much just wasting time as usual, why?
8:48 PM
You’ll see. Can you come over?
8:49 PM
ohohohoho does chuu chuu have a present for little ol me? 🥺 how considerate of him!!!
8:49 PM
I do, actually. Just be here as soon as possible, K? I don’t like to wait
8:50 PM
oooo chuuya’s so mysterious today! okayyy i’ll be there in 10 or so
8:50 PM
love you <3
8:51 PM
Seen at 8:51 PM
Before he knows it, Chuuya’s back in his room with a wine bottle and two glasses in hand. He sets Dazai’s glass down on one of the bedside tables and places his own between his thighs, focusing on opening the bottle.
Once the crook is out, he fills his glass to the brim and takes a decently-long sip.
The liquor burns his throat in a familiar way, leaving him aching for more, but he decides to set his glass and bottle down on the other table instead. He can't exactly afford to be drunk when Dazai gets there, not that he thinks Dazai would complain in any way.
Now he’s faced with a pretty important question—how is he supposed to wait for Dazai? How should he be sitting when Dazai gets there?
The cliche pose on the side and head in hand seems too boring, and he really doesn’t want to wait in that position for ten minutes, it sounds incredibly uncomfortable.
Maybe he should do something more… Chuuya-like. Feigning boredom and disinterest. Maybe that will also stop Dazai from noticing just how anxious Chuuya actually is about all of this.
He wonders if Dazai already knows what his present is, there was really never an easy way to surprise him, was there?
Well, that's another dumb thing to worry about—whether or not Dazai predicted all of this and won’t be surprised at all.
He takes another sip of wine then climbs onto the bed, with his head on a pillow and his legs and arms each crossed one over the other.
And then it’s time to wait.
And now Chuuya finds himself wondering if there’s any chance that he does have mascara laying around. The chances are pretty low but it doesn’t hurt to take a look, does it?
Yes it fucking does because you already texted him and he might get here any minute, dumbass.
Well, this is for Dazai’s benefit anyway, so he can have the pleasure of seeing black tear stains on Chuuya’s face. Dazai told Chuuya that he looks pretty when he cries on more than one occasion, enough times for Chuuya to notice that it isn’t just an observation but something he’s genuinely into.
He can already picture the hungry, animalistic look on Dazai’s face when he’d look at Chuuya, completely ravished with smeared lipstick and pretty little black tears running down his cheeks.
Okay fine, it’s definitely worth a look. Maybe he has some from Kouyou or something.
Chuuya hops off the bed in one swift motion and starts looking through his drawers in hopes of finding some sort of leftover mascara—or eyeliner, for that matter, he kind of knows how to use that too.
Quickly rummaging through his drawers, eyes scanning the items on the inside as quickly as he can-
Holy. Shit.
Second drawer on the right, where he put the lipstick and lip gloss after putting them on. The tube was rather small, but that didn’t matter at all because he didn’t need more than one use.
A wide grin breaks into his features and he doesn’t even know why exactly this makes him so happy, it’s probably that vague image of Dazai absolutely losing his shit.
He quickly runs to the mirror and opens the tube, and as he tries to quickly apply the makeup, hoping that it won’t be very visible because the light in the room is limited. He wants to see shock mixed into that animalistic glint in Dazai’s eyes.
As he applies the makeup, he finds himself wondering exactly how that got there. Not that he’s complaining of course, this worked wonderfully in his favor.
The memory clicks in his head suddenly, and he feels so stupid for forgetting.
When he went to buy the lipstick and lip gloss from the makeup store, there was some sort of offer. He distinctly remembers being able to choose between the sample of another lip product or mascara—and since he already had two lip products he obviously chose the mascara.
For once in his life the stars seem to be aligning in his favor. Which he thinks might have to do with the fact that this is also in Dazai’s favor and the asshole somehow always manages to get exactly what he wants.
Before Chuuya can hurry back to the bed, he hears the screeching sound of his doorbell. He quickly throws the mascara back in his drawer and settles on the bed again, holding his phone tighter than he should.
Come in, I’m in my room
9:04 PM
the door’s locked :(
9:04 PM
Fuck. He forgot to unlock the door, that’s such a dumb mistake to make and now he’ll have to get up to greet Dazai at the door and it’ll ruin everything because Dazai is impatient as shit and won’t be able to keep his hands to himself and Chuuya is very much not in the mood for wall sex—
That hasn’t stopped you before, has it? Break your way in, I know you can
9:05 PM
can’t believe that my beloved is making me do such hard work on my birthday…
9:05 PM
If you want the present you need to work for it asshole
9:05 PM
someone’s confident 👀 this present better be worth it chibiiii
9:05 PM
Trust me mackerel, it is.
9:05 PM
Seen at 9:06 PM
A few more minutes pass before Chuuya hears the distinct, and familiar, click of a door opening, followed by quiet footsteps and a slow hum.
He takes another sip of wine to calm down his nerves, admiring the faint lipstick stain on the glass. Something about it just looks so pretty, he can’t quite put his finger on it.
He sets the glass back on the bedside table and crosses his arms over his chest in pretend-nonchalance just as the door starts to slowly creak open.
“I wonder what Chibi has set up that he has to hide in his room like th—” Dazai starts, before cutting himself off with a gasp, eyes widening. “Oh fuck–”
Now that’s a beautiful reaction, isn’t it?
“Took you long enough.” Chuuya states with a smug grin.
Dazai stares at him in complete awe, frozen in the doorway. “Shit, Chibi, I–” he stutters, eyes trailing all over Chuuya’s body, lingering a few seconds too long on his thigh highs. He was basically drooling.
“Well? Are you just gonna sit there or are you gonna come and open your present , Shitty Dazai?”
Dazai doesn’t waste another second, he hurries over to the bed and basically throws himself on top of Chuuya, capturing his lips in a hungry kiss.
As soon as their lips collide, Dazai makes a surprised hum which Chuuya assumes is at the taste—and probably texture—of the lipstick. Chuuya quickly melts into the kiss and places his palms on Dazai’s chest.
Dazai breaks away shortly after, licking his lips slowly as he shrugs off his coat and throws it on the ground in a hurry. “Fucking hell. Was that lipstick?”
Chuuya brings his thumb up to Dazai’s mouth, swiping his finger on his bottom lip to wipe off the transferred lipstick, he then turns the finger around to show Dazai the red residue. “What do you think?” he asks with a smirk.
Dazai groans, leaning back in to capture Chuuya’s lips in another kiss. This time even hungrier, he quickly swipes his tongue along Chuuya’s bottom lip.
Chuuya opens his mouth with no hesitation, letting Dazai explore his mouth as he pleases. Dazai’s hands sit on Chuuya’s waist, slowly moving down, savoring the feeling of silk under his fingers.
Dazai swipes his tongue over Chuuya’s teeth, swirling it around Chuuya’s own tongue and pushing it even further inside his mouth. Their saliva starts to get mixed together in the process, to the point where Chuuya himself can properly taste the, surprisingly pleasing, taste of cherry flavored lip gloss mixed with wine.
He wraps his hands around Dazai’s neck, burying the back of his head further into the pillow as Dazai kisses him completely breathless.
Dazai’s hands continue to run up and down Chuuya’s sides, from his waist to the hem of his stockings. Savoring every single patch of skin and fabric under his fingers, like he simply can’t get enough of the feeling of Chuuya being pliant in his hands.
He eventually breaks the kiss, panting harshly in the space between them, with a thin string of saliva connecting their mouths. Chuuya has to close his eyes to regulate his breathing.
Dazai simply hums, licking his lips again to feel the smeared lipstick that transferred. He starts to trail his hands under Chuuya’s dress, feeling up the soft skin under his fingers.
Chuuya whines softly when Dazai starts to trail sloppy kisses all over his neck, leaving the faintest lipstick marks all over his neck. Chuuya’s hands tangle in Dazai’s hair, panting harshly every time Dazai decides to bite down on the skin.
“You look so fucking beautiful, sweetheart,” Dazai murmurs, mostly to himself, like he couldn’t keep the thought to himself any longer and had to share it with the outside world.
And mind you that Dazai almost never uses pet names. Not to mention, most of the times when he does it’s in a mocking way. Chuuya must’ve done something incredibly right if Dazai fucking called him ‘sweetheart’.
Chuuya’s cheeks flush a deep scarlet red—from the wine, the kissing and the pet name combined.
He’d never admit just how much he likes the pet names, even though he has a feeling Dazai knows already. He uses them as some sort of reward, Chuuya’s noticed.
Dazai’s hands continue to go up Chuuya’s thighs, rubbing and digging his nails in every single piece of skin on his way up to Chuuya’s crotch. Then, abruptly—he stops. Both his hands and lips.
Chuuya makes a confused, and albeit disappointed, hum in response. Before he can ask Dazai why he stopped-
Dazai groans and buries his nose in Chuuya’s neck. “Holy fucking shit, Chuuya. Is this lace—?”
Oh.
Chuuya can’t help but smirk, letting out a now pleased hum as Dazai’s hands start to touch all over his panties.
“You tell me, Dazai. Is it?” he asks, entirely too smug.
Dazai scoffs breathlessly, resuming his work on Chuuya’s neck with another bite. Chuuya gasps in surprise, he can feel Dazai’s smirk on his neck as he runs his tongue over the hickey almost apologetically.
One of Dazai’s hands shifts between Chuuya’s thighs, palming his cock through the lace panties at a much too slow pace. Chuuya doesn’t comment on it, though, he figures Dazai must really be enjoying how the lace feels and he’s trying to enjoy the feeling before probably ripping those panties to shreds.
His hand gets ever-so-slightly faster, he presses a little harder on Chuuya’s bulge, making him moan and dig his nails in Dazai’s scalp.
“You’re absolutely perfect, darling. Jesus fucking Christ I really don’t deserve you…” Dazai muses.
Another pet name, God. Chuuya’s dick twitches under Dazai’s touch, his heart starts beating faster and faster. “Mmm. Well, you’re right a-about that, you really ah- don’t,”
Dazai chuckles, breaking away from Chuuya’s neck and moving further down to kiss over his thighs.
He starts with sloppy kisses, as he did with Chuuya’s neck. Then, he bites down once or twice, leaving a few marks here and there. Chuuya’s hands find themselves gripping at the sheets, Dazai’s mouth getting closer and closer to his dick. His hands grab at the hem of Chuuya’s dress and pull it up to reveal the panties in all their glory.
Translucent lace, barely hiding anything from view, already sticky with small beads of precum.
Dazai’s eyes fixate on the sight before him before groaning into Chuuya’s thigh. “You’re such a pretty little thing, my god . I wanna absolutely ruin you.” he mumbles, biting into the flesh of Chuuya’s thighs for emphasis.
Chuuya lets out a hum dangerously close to a whimper. “Mhm. Do you now?”
“Fuck yes. Wanna tear you apart, baby,”
Chuuya whines, tightening his grip on the bed sheets. “Then go ahead. Fuck me up, Dazai.”
Dazai gasps, the sound turning into a deep groan. “Hah. You know what? I might do just that.” he murmurs, finally putting his mouth on Chuuya’s clothed erection.
Chuuya moans at the friction, one of his hands lets go of the sheets and grips at Dazai’s hair instead, pushing his mouth down on his cock. Dazai lets out a small chuckle but eagerly opens his mouth even wider.
He runs his tongue up and down Chuuya’s dick, occasionally sucking at the fabric.
Meanwhile, his hands run all over Chuuya’s thighs, nails digging into his soft flesh and the fabric of his stockings. He continues to lick up and down Chuuya’s clothed erection, leaving him a moaning mess from this alone.
In his defense, they’ve both been incredibly busy the past few weeks and haven’t exactly had time to spend time together like this in a while.
Chuuya thinks he could probably cum from this— fuck he definitely could. Part of him even wants to. He already assumed that Dazai would pull multiple orgasms out of him because he always does, so it really wouldn’t make a big difference.
“Oh f-fuck—I think I’m ngh ♡ close–” Chuuya moans, bucking his hips into Dazai’s mouth. He isn’t exactly surprised when Dazai takes his mouth off him, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t make him whine .
“Be a little patient, will you, sweetheart?” Dazai asks, pulling Chuuya’s panties down just low enough that his dick can spring out.
Before he can even realize what’s going on, Dazai’s mouth is already halfway down his cock.
Chuuya has to bite his lip to suppress the incredibly embarrassing moan he was just about to let out at the direct contact. Even so, a barely-less-embarrassing whimper still comes out of him.
“Oh fucking hell, Osamu—♡” he moans, tangling both of his hands in Dazai’s hair and pushing him down on his cock even further.
Dazai opens his mouth even wider, taking Chuuya in all the way to the base. He hums, sending vibrations all throughout Chuuya’s body. In response, Chuuya starts to move Dazai’s head up and down by his hair. The sensation making him throw his head back against the pillow with a moan.
Dazai lets Chuuya guide his head and instead focuses on using his tongue, dragging it along the underside of Chuuya’s dick, he feels a hot, pulsing vein under his tongue.
Chuuya speeds up the rhythm at which he’s pushing Dazai up and down, feeling himself getting close again.
He bites his lip to suppress another moan when Dazai starts actually sucking , hollowing out his cheeks. “I’m ngh! so fucking close—♡” he gasps out, speeding up his pace even more.
He can tell that a smirk would be breaking onto Dazai’s face right now, if his mouth wasn’t preoccupied with something else, that is.
Another hum, followed by a drag of Dazai’s tongue and Chuuya cums with a shout of Dazai’s name, releasing all the way in the back of his throat. “O-Osamu…♡”
Once he’s done, his arms go slack and fall back to his sides. Dazai pulls off and licks his lips with insatiable hunger, having already swallowed everything up.
Chuuya’s panting heavily against the bed sheets as Dazai looks up at him with that distinct animalistic glint in his eyes present all the same. Lust and want are written all over Dazai’s face. They look unfairly good on him, it’s driving Chuuya a little mad.
Dazai climbs up, back on top of Chuuya and smashes their mouths together. Chuuya melts into the kiss immediately and opens his mouth without even being prompted to.
Mixed in with the taste of cherries and wine, Chuuya can now taste his own semen on Dazai’s tongue: sour and salty. It feels odd how much he actually enjoys the taste.
Dazai breaks apart from the kiss much sooner than Chuuya would like, but he’s not one to complain, Dazai’s prone to run out of breath quickly after basically choking on his cock, isn’t he?
As soon as the kiss is broken, Dazai bends over to open the drawer of Chuuya’s bedside table, where he already knows the condoms and lube are from past experience. He rummages through the drawer for a few moments before finding what he’s looking for.
“Dazai?” Chuuya asks, voice softer than he intended it to be.
Dazai looks back up at him, lust still overtaking his every feature. “Hm?” he asks, pulling the lube bottle and a condom from the drawer.
“Put the condom back.” Chuuya demands. “I wanna feel you,”
Dazai blinks once, twice… A breathless groan escapes his mouth, gripping to the wood of the table for dear life. “You really have no fucking idea what you do to me, honey,” he says with an equally as breathless laugh.
Chuuya smirks, watching how Dazai drops the condom back in its place and slams the drawer shut. “Said you wanna tear me apart, didn’t you? I just think that would be easier if we do it raw,” he smiles innocently.
Dazai makes a sound somewhere between a snort and a breathless gasp, nodding.
He immediately goes back to paying attention to Chuuya, bringing his hands between his thighs. “You’re such a fucking slut, Chuu. It’s driving me insane,” he mumbles, pushing the panties aside so that he can access Chuuya’s hole without fully taking them off.
Chuuya chuckles, a shy grin forming on his flushed face.
Slut. God, why does he like the sound of that so much? Why did hearing Dazai call him to ignite fireworks inside him? Why does he want Dazai to say it over and over—
“Then why don’t you do something about it, Shitty Dazai? I’m getting bored…” Chuuya sighs dramatically. He’s probably the furthest thing from bored right now, but having Dazai’s fingers inside him would greatly add to the entertainment.
Dazai hums, already accustomed to such comments. “In normal circumstances, I’d make you beg for it because you’re being so bratty,” he says, pretending to be in deep thought. “But you look way too fucking good for that, don’t you? Guess this is what pretty privilege gets you…” He sighs, then starts to push a lubed finger into Chuuya’s hole.
When exactly had he lubed them? Chuuya has no idea.
What he does know, though, is that it always felt amazing whenever Dazai fingered him.
Those long, delicate fingers that he skilfully shifts inside him. Knowing exactly how to curl them in just the right way, exactly what pace to set to have Chuuya both overwhelmed and begging for more .
But he’ll have to wait a bit for that, because right now Dazai is barely a knuckle in.
Still, even that single knuckle, slowly being pushed in further, feels so incredibly good.
It's been entirely too long since he felt Dazai’s fingers inside him and he missed the feeling, he missed it so much. He missed having Dazai like this, the most hidden parts of him that nobody else gets to see.
He's sure Dazai has, too, if the way he's looking at Chuuya like he wants to fucking devour him says anything.
Chuuya lets out a soft whimper upon feeling Dazai's entire finger enter him. He barely gives Chuuya any time to fully adjust before starting to move his finger in and out.
While his fingers work on spreading Chuuya open, he starts kissing all over his neck once again, making sure to worship every piece of skin he can get to.
Chuuya snorts, cutting himself off with a gasp when Dazai starts to push in a second finger. "That's ah! gonna leave s-so many marks 'Samu-"
Dazai responds with a particularly hard bite, one that will undoubtedly leave a mark. "That's exactly my goal, baby. I need everyone to know that I have the absolute privilege of having someone as gorgeous as you to call my own," he whispers.
Chuuya feels a shiver run down his spine. Dazai’s words, paired with the feeling of him starting to scissor those two fingers inside Chuuya successfully pull a loud moan out of him.
He can feel Dazai smirk against his neck, he always adored the way Chuuya sounded.
More quiet moans and whines come out of him, already feeling so full with just those two fingers.
As if somehow seeing inside his thoughts Dazai opens his mouth to speak. "Do you want three?" he asks, so casually it makes Chuuya whine, like they're talking about something mundane.
Chuuya laughs drily. "Why do you even a-ask, dumbass? Mm-! I'll take everything hah…♡ you have to o-offer,"
Dazai chuckles. "Of course," he says, then takes all of his fingers out to lube them up more.
Chuuya is barely able to suppress a whine at the loss of contact. Though, he doesn’t have as much self control when Dazai’s fingers re-enter him, this time three instead of two.
“Ah—♡ holy fucking s-shit, Osamu, ngh! I-“ he moans out.
Dazai smirks again, lifting his head up from its place against Chuuya’s neck. “Look at you, darling. Moaning like a little slut from my fingers alone,” he snickers. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say Chuuya actually missed me.”
Before Chuuya can bite back a response, Dazai leans in to capture his lips in a kiss, muffling whatever he was going to say. Chuuya still melts into the kiss, clinging to Dazai for dear life.
Dazai continues to pump his fingers in and out, setting a nice pace. Making Chuuya’s body spasm, completely at his mercy.
Chuuya puts his hands on Dazai’s chest, gripping tightly at the fabric of his shirt while Dazai is somehow able to focus on kissing Chuuya senseless and finger-fucking him like the world’s going to end at the same time.
And just as Chuuya thinks that, Dazai’s fingers start to slow down. He whimpers into the kiss at the loss of contact, but Dazai shushes him with an apologetic swipe of his tongue.
He pulls away from the kiss as well, bringing his hands to his own crotch. He starts to unbuckle his belt, panting as a result of the kiss. He’s fumbling with his belt as quickly as he can, feeling impatient.
Chuuya stares at him, feeling a bit of that impatience himself. He’s been anticipating this all fucking day and he doesn’t know just how much longer he can wait.
Dazai finishes unbuttoning his pants then takes them off entirely, throwing them on the ground along with his underwear.
He reaches for the bottle of lube again, coating his erection with a decent amount. Chuuya finds himself wishing he’d just fucking put it in already. He can handle a bit of pain, goddammit.
He groans, getting up on his elbows to be able to properly look at Dazai, “I’m not gonna break, dumbass. Just fuck me already,” Chuuya complains. “Please,” he adds for good measure.
Dazai chuckles drily. “Someone’s impatient,” he sighs, finally aligning his cock with Chuuya’s hole.
Chuuya decides that it’s best not to snap back right now, considering that Dazai is just about to fuck him, so he keeps his mouth shut.
Well, when it comes to words.
A gasp, followed by a whine slip out of his mouth as Dazai starts to push the tip in. And while it’s incredibly good, Chuuya feels like he needs much more, he’s been aching for this for weeks.
“J-Just push the entire thing in already—!” he complains.
Dazai’s breath catches in his throat. “But-“ he tries to start.
“No buts. Do it, Osamu,” Chuuya interrupts him.
Before Chuuya can insist more, Dazai does what he’s told with a deep groan.
With one deep thrust, he pushes his entire length inside and Chuuya fucking screams. It burns but it feels so good—the pain and the pleasure mend together into an addicting sensation that makes Chuuya’s vision blurry.
Small water droplets form at the edges of his eyes. Concern is written all over Dazai’s face.
“F-Fuck. Are you oka—?”
“Yes!” Chuuya snaps impatiently. “Start ah- start m-moving you bastard,”
“Chuu—“
“I’m f-fucking fine. Start. Moving!”
Dazai groans, his dick twitches inside Chuuya, he can feel it clearly. Well, he has always liked being ordered around, hasn’t he?
Dazai buries his face in Chuuya’s shoulder. His hands grab at Chuuya’s hips and he slowly starts to thrust in and out.
Chuuya gasps in both pain and pleasure, still yearning for more. “Faster,” he snaps. Dazai doesn’t even try to protest this time, following Chuuya’s order immediately and picking up the pace. “You’re mm- being so greedy, you know—?“ he mumbles into Chuuya’s shoulder, picking up his pace even more.
Chuuya feels the tears start to trail down his face as Dazai starts to brutally thrust into him, per his request. And fuck, okay, he finally feels satisfied. This is finally enough, and it’s entirely too addictive.
Chuuya moans and he’s fucking loud, hands gripping at the sheets as Dazai thrusts into him at a merciless pace. “Is this what you wanted?” Dazai whispers right into Chuuya’s ear, his words being followed by a pant.
And it is. Dazai’s so fucking deep inside, stretching him out with his cock. The pain is almost entirely gone and he’s being completely overtaken by pleasure, the ghost of that sting making it all feel so much better. Dazai’s hands digging into his hips, probably gripping tight enough to leave marks.
“Y-yes!” Chuuya answers simply, unable to describe just how much he wanted this because he doesn’t think he can be entirely coherent right now.
Dazai groans, finally lifting his head from Chuuya’s neck.
Whatever he was going to say gets cut off by a gasp, his eyes widening. Chuuya raises an eyebrow, but as Dazai’s thumb comes to wipe his cheek, he finally remembers and a grin forms on his face.
The hand that was still on his hip tightens as Dazai takes his hand away and stares at the black mascara residue on his thumb for a few long seconds. He laughs breathlessly, lifting Chuuya’s chin to admire him properly. “You really went all out, didn’t you, doll?” he asks, licking his lips.
Chuuya whimpers, nodding twice as his response.
Dazai drags his thumb over Chuuya’s bottom lip, as if just remembering the (admittedly, now smudged) lipstick was there. He pushes the tip of his thumb inside Chuuya’s mouth and Chuuya does nothing to stop him, taking the finger between his lips.
It’s barely inside his mouth but the image seems to be enough to drive Dazai crazy, if the way his dick twitches in that specific pre-orgasm way that Chuuya recognizes so clearly, says anything.
Chuuya can only imagine how he looks right now.
Tears running down his flushed cheeks, smearing mascara in their wake. Smudged lipstick over his lips and probably the corners of his mouth too, hair messy and clinging to his face with sweat. And obviously, the red dress and stockings to tie it all off.
Dazai moans, his thrusts getting sloppier as Chuuya can only imagine he’s getting close. Is seeing Chuuya completely ruined like this really doing so much to him?
“I must truly be the luckiest man on earth—“ he gasps, eyes trailing all over Chuuya’s body. “Being able to have such a perfect being under me, I-“ he’s losing train of thought, Chuuya can tell, but lets him babble on anyway.
“Fuck—you're so pretty it’s actually maddening," he groans. "Wish I could impregnate you, darling. Make you have my babies. Maybe they'd turn out as beautiful as you,"
"Hah—! 'S-Samu ♡-" Chuuya outright screams.
Since when does Dazai have a breeding kink? And since when is that idea so…
Fuck, why does he kind of like the thought of that?
With one, two more thrusts, Dazai releases inside him, hard and deep.
Chuuya whines at the feeling of being filled up, his knuckles turning white from his grip on the sheets.
"K-Keep going—!" Chuuya snaps when Dazai stops his pace.
Dazai pants. "G-Give me a second,"
Chuuya rolls his eyes, impatience taking over him again. "Plea–" he tries to say but Dazai cuts him off with an angry kiss.
"Shush. I'm tired, you selfish chibi," he snaps.
Chuuya scoffs. "F-Fine, if you're gonna be an asshole then I can do the work. Turn over,"
Dazai groans and grabs Chuuya’s waist, flipping them over so that Chuuya is on top of him.
Chuuya barely gives Dazai any time to relax into the bed before he's already jumping up and down.
Dazai throws his head back, hips twitching ever so slightly up. Dazai’s semen starts to drip out of Chuuya’s hole as he picks up the pace, continuing to jump on Dazai's cock.
Chuuya gasps. "Hey, m-maybe ngh-! if you cum i-inside me enough, I'll hah—♡ actually get p- pregnant,"
Dazai’s cock starts to spring back to life as he moans. Huh.
"T-That’s not how the human body works," he snaps in frustration, entirely too aware that Chuuya’s mocking him.
"Your d-dick hngh! doesn't seem to mm t-think so,"
Dazai scoffs, keeping his hands idly on Chuuya's hips. And Chuuya can tell that he's still thinking about it by the way his dick becomes fully hard again. Or maybe it's because of looking at Chuuya since he’s fucking staring again, burning holes into the black tear marks on Chuuya’s cheeks.
Eventually, Dazai starts thrusting up, meeting Chuuya’s jumps somewhere in the middle.
Jump after jump, thrust after thrust, Chuuya feels like he’s getting close again. He places his hands on Dazai’s chest so he can push himself up easier.
"O-Oh fuck—♡ T-Touch me, Osamu–" he whines.
Dazai groans, opening his mouth to make some cheeky remark but deciding against it at the last second.
He brings his hand between Chuuya’s thighs, taking his erection in hand and starting to pump it sloppily.
"'M already getting close too, Chuu. Fucking hell–"
"Y-yeah? You ngh—♡ still wanna put y-your babies i-inside ah–! me, Dazai?"
Dazai doesn't even try to deny the remark, even though he knows Chuuya made it mockingly.
"Fuck yeah I do-" he gasps.
Chuuya feels his stomach churn, cock twitching in Dazai’s hand. "T-then hngh! go ah-ahead–"
Dazai whimpers. He fucking whimpers as he releases inside Chuuya for the second time. The feeling of being filled again sends Chuuya over the edge too, making him collapse into Dazai’s chest.
Dazai pulls out as they pant in unison, both feeling absolutely spent.
Chuuya’s the first to break the silence. "I-I'm so fucking tired,” he marvles.
Dazai hums. "Me too. We should probably go to sleep,"
"No. We're both fucking filthy right now, Dazai-"
"Shhh. Close your eyes," Dazai says, wrapping his arms around Chuuya’s back to keep him in place.
Chuuya struggles to get out of his grip but it’s to no avail.
Eventually he gives up and sighs, relaxing into Dazai’s hold. Dazai hums, petting Chuuya’s hair as sleep starts to take over him. “You were absolutely perfect,” he murmurs. “Thank you,”
Chuuya snuggles into Dazai’s chest as his way of saying ‘You’re welcome,’ A silence settles between them, before Chuuya himself breaks it again.
"Hey 'Samu?" he mumbles.
"Hm?"
"Happy birthday," he says with a tiny smile. Sleep overtakes him before he can hear Dazai’s response.