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osachiyo · 9 months ago

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" LEMME HIT YOU WITH THAT DUMB DICK ! "

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — dazai, chuuya, jouno (+ tecchou), oda, sigma x fem!reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 & 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — [n]sfw content, somnophilia, these are random scenarios ok don't come at me, degradation, humiliation, doggystyle, rough, getting caught, pussy slapping, s.ex at work, oral (m & f receiving), fingering, piv, unprotected s.ex (be careful babes), praise, creampie + etc • this was originally supposed to be their fav places to fuck but i had to scrap that bc i lost motivation :') anyway, happy reading and i hope you enjoy !! not proofread soz babes

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⁰¹ 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 — fucking you in a storage room of the agency

This man is a sex fiend, so of course he would love to fuck you literally anywhere anytime. Though he can't lie, being balls deep in your juicy little cunt at work — risking both of your dignities and possibly your jobs has him harder than a fucking rock.

"Osamu— what if we g-get caugh— mmh-!" you let out a muffled moan as dazai delivered a particularly harsh thrust into your cunt, effectively shutting you up. "Relaaaax, sweet thing — almost no one c-comes here — fuck, you're so damn tight," Dazai panted into your ear, hot breath making a chill run down your spine — back arching even further against his chest.

"God, you're so good f'me — so warm 'n right, fuck!" each word was rushed, dripping with lust — the desperation in his voice made you wanna look at his pretty face, pussy clenching just from imagining how good he'd look with his hair disheveled — his usual doe eyes narrowed and a deep blush covering his skin, sweat dripping down his forehead and making his hair stick to his forehead —

Your train of thought got cut off abruptly when Dazai slapped his hand over your mouth, before his hushed voice reached your ears, "shh, stay still f'me, sweetheart."

You were about to question it when you heard the president's voice from just behind the door. The door of the room you were currently getting your back blown out in.

"Yes, I keep hearing strange noises from this one room in particular," you heard fukuzawa's muffled voice — the thought of your boss catching you in the act made your pussy flutter around Dazai’s length, making the brunette grunt in response.

"Are you trying to get us caught, darl'?" Dazai hissed into your ear — oops, you unintentionally clenched down again upon hearing the keys jingle from the other side of the door. Luckily Dazai was ready for it this time, and managed to bite down on your shoulder before he could get a sound out.

"W-what do we do, 'samu? He’s gonna come in!" you whisper-yelled, panic settling in your bones when you saw the doorknob rattle — but before he could unlock the door fully, you heard the high pitched voice of another worker, "president! an important client has come to personally see you."

"Hm, alright. looks like i'll have to tell someone else to take a look in this room later. Let’s go,"

You let out a breath of relief once the footsteps faded away, leaving you both in complete silence until dazai decided to speak up —

"You clenched reaaal hard when he was about to open the door — don't tell me you actually wanted us to get caught, did you, naughty girl?"

⁰² 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀 — having you suck him off in his office

Chuuya's job as an executive of the mafia is stressful, to say the least. Not to mention some of the idiotic workers not doing their job right never fails to make his blood pressure go especially high — his anger issues doesn't help his case at all. But what does help is his sweet sweet girlfriend giving him some... 'under the table service' at work.

Chuuya's fist slammed against the hardwood desk, a loud 'thwack!' echoing in the room,

"What the fuck were you thinking?!" he sneered at the poor man in front of him — who couldn't help but flinch at seeing his boss so angry at him failing to complete a simple report.

Truth be told, Chuuya wasn’t really that mad at the worker, for the report at least — he was just.. super on edge from you deep-throating his cock under the goddamn table. He struggled to think properly, and the poor worker interrupting his private moment with you really ticked him off. Can you really blame him though?

How could he think straight with your skilled tongue swirling around his glossy tip so sinfully — fucking tease. Oh and the way you peered up at him through lowered lashes, your eyes glazed with a dreamy haze.

It all made his head spin like crazy.

“-ir, I can re-do it if you would like me to..” Chuuya’s train of thought unfortunate got cut off short, blue eyes snapping back to the man before him — right, the report.

“A-ahem — alright. Have it finished by 6 pm.”

Chuuya hated the way his voice cracked, fingernails digging into the palms of his hands as he tried not to moan out loud when you fully took him nose deep in that right, sweet little throat— shamelessly rutting your hips into his crazy expensive slacks, rubbing your juices all over the smooth, polished material.

You felt Chuuya’s fingers entangle themselves in your hair immediately after hearing the ‘click’ of the door shutting — the guy must’ve finally left.

You couldn’t help but gasp as you were pulled up from the cold, hard floor — and being shoved onto the desk instead.

You felt your pussy throb in your lacy panties as Chuuya spread your legs open — two fingers pressing and prodding at your cunt before sliding the flimsy material to the side,

“Now, let’s get into the real fun, shall we darl’?”

⁰³ 𝐉𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐎 — teaching tecchou how to eat you out properly

Jouno was a good friend. Even though he might've had a tendency to be a little harsh and.. sadistic at times, he wasn't a bad person. I mean, he had to be atleast a decent person for teaching his inexperienced co-worker how to eat pussy — specifically, his own girlfriend's.

"No, not like that you fucking idiot —" Jouno grumbled, pulling Tecchou's head off of your cunt as he blinked in confusion like a lost puppy, sticky strings of your arousal still attached to his lips. "What do you mean? She's clearly enjoying it.."

"I mean that you can do better. You do want to make her feel fuckin' amazing, don't you?" Jouno raised a questioning brow. "Well, of cour—" "Then start acting like it."

A gasp left your honeyed lips when Tecchou's face was pushed back against your cunt — hot tongue working with even more fervor as he ate you out like he had been starving for days.

"Oh fuck — feels so g-good, sai," you whimpered out — head thrown back and your tongue threatening to loll out from the sheer pleasure the man between your legs was giving you. "Yeah, baby? Feels good when Tecchou eats that sweet cunt out reaaaaal good, huh?" Jouno's tone was condescending — his lips curled up into a cocky smirk.

“Y’smell so sweet - taste so sweet -” Tecchou's voice was low and dripping with need — your pussy throbbed from just how desperate he sounded.

"A-ah shit - can feel you throbbin' on my tongue, princess —" he groaned, tongue flattening against your clit as he shook his head side to side.

You babbled out Jouno’s name like a prayer — all while the man between your legs worshipped your cunt like it was his god, pink tongue repeatedly flicking your clit, making you see stars as your hole stretched around two of his slim fingers.

“Please — wanna c-cum s’ba- mmh!- ,” you let out a strangled noise as a harsh slap landed on your soaked pussy, clit throbbing as you threw your head back once more. “Fuckin’ slut, so damn eager to cum on another man’s tongue in front of your boyfriend, hmm?”

“Don’t — ah fuck, squeezin’ so tight ‘round my fingers, baby - don’t be so mean, Jouno,” Tecchou threw a side glare to the man next to him, which only earned a shrug from said man, “quit talking and enjoy the meal, dumbass. She’s close.”

And enjoy the meal he did — lapping up every single drop of your sweet juices so enthusiastically you’d think that he hadn’t eaten in days.

⁰⁴ 𝐎𝐃𝐀 — morning sex with him

Mornings with your husband, Oda Sakunosuke, were sweet, blissful and filled with love. Sometimes he'd surprise you with breakfast in bed, it's the least he can do considering everything that you do for him, is what he says. But sometimes — you crave him instead of the delicious food.

“My pretty girl,” Oda smiled sleepily, moving some of your hair out of your face to admire your effortless beauty — blissfully unaware to how his deep morning voice made your heart flutter in your chest, and your pussy throb with need.

You grinned back, scooting closer into his arms as you gazed into his deep brown eyes, “pretty enough to fuck?”

Oda raised a questioning eyebrow, full lips curling into a grin, "oh? that's the game we're playing, love?" Strong arms wrapped around your bare figure, the marks of last night still fresh on your skin — a reminder to how he fucked you dumb on his cock only a few hours prior.

You felt your face burn from the memories of last night rushing back into you — god, you two were insatiable - you're sure Oda fucked you in every single position in the book, and it did nothing but make you crave him more.

"Still with me, darling?" he lightly tapped your cheek, snapping you back to the present. You nodded, a gasp falling from your lips as big, calloused hands found themselves groping at your tits, pinching at your cute nipples as he pressed open mouthed kisses on your neck — his stubble tickling the sensitive skin there.

"O-oda—"

"shhh, baby — lemme do all the work, yeah?"

And that's how you ended up with your face pressed into the pillows — silken bedsheets tangled around your bodies as Oda fucked his fat girth into your sopping cunt nice 'n deep.

A large hand was pressing your back into the meanest arch ever — strong hips slamming against the fat of your plush ass with each deep thrust, thick mushroom tip prodding at your g-spot - making you bleat out your husband's name pitifully. Oda only pushed your head deeper into the soft pillows — clearly too lost in the feeling of your velvety walls clenching around him.

He watched his cock slipped in and out of your pussy so easily — your slick covering his balls down to his thighs. Oda groaned deeply in his throat as he watched a creamy ring form around the base of his cock — your cunt sucking him in so eagerly that he almost thought it hurt for you to let him go.

You let out a particularly loud moan as Oda's cock hit that one spot in you — you could only bite down on the pillow as your eyes shut closed, pussy slobbering shamelessly all over his length.

"Oh? Did you like— argh! - t-that spot, sweet girl?"

⁰⁵ 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀 — fucking you in your sleep

Sigma was a busy man — with running the sky casino and being part of the decay of angels didn't leave too much alone time with just him and you — especially for some.. intimacy. You knew he needed to relieve himself someway — all that workload while being pent up as fuck certainly wasn't good for him. Plus, you have been craving him as well.. so you came up with an easy solution.

The door to your shared bedroom clicked open — your beloved boyfriend, Sigma, letting himself in as his eyes racked over the entire room, searching for anything out of the ordinary — you did tell him that you had a surprise for him, after all.

Upon finding nothing, he stalked over to the bed, confusion lacing his features as he glanced over at your sleeping form. Slender hands slowly slipped the soft blanket off of you and oh —

It all clicked suddenly.

The lavender coloured lace suited your complexion so perfectly, the expensive material hugging your features like it was made for you. Sigma gulped, eyes fixating on the way your tits were practically spilling out of the flimsy fabric — your stiff nipples very much visible to his hungry gaze.

It wasn't long before he had his face buried between your plush thighs — Sigma was so desperate, not even bothering to take the lingerie off your body. Besides, why would he when you just looked way too good in it?

He was practically eating you out through the thin lace — nose bumping against your clothed clit as his tongue tried to push deeper into your cunt. You had him in a chokehold — but he couldn't care less.

Sigma's slim hips were rutting into the expensive sheets — precum leaking from his sensitive tip as he tried his best not to cum untouched just from tasting your sweet pussy, but fuck, you were making it so hard for him.

He felt his cock throb in his pants when you started letting out soft moans and sighs in your sleep — or were you even asleep anymore? He didn't know and neither did he care — mind too focused on making you cum on his pretty face.

"ohh s-shit — best surprise - sluurrp - e-ever—" he whined into your cunt, spitting directly into your sticky hole before slurping it all back up.

Safe to say, he definitely enjoyed your little surprise.

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kkooongie · 30 days ago

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SITUATIONSHIPS WITH BSD

[♡] dazai always wingmanned you. you weren’t sure where this sudden enthusiasm of finding you a boyfriend had come from. all you knew was, ever since you left the port mafia, dazai was hell bent on finding you a boyfriend. your meetings with each other had become quite rare with him being an executive and you being… well, an ex-executive who was on the ‘good’ side now and all you wanted to do was unwind about your lives to each other but no! he had to ask you if you found anyone ever single time you both secretly met up, followed by him listing a string of guys he thought would be a great match for you. and you entertained him for some time until hastily changing the subject because you had a secret that would probably go to the grave with you. you loved osamu dazai. as much as a bitter truth it was, you couldn’t help falling in love with your best friend. the port mafia had always been a dark world and the only light that ever bothered embracing you was in the form of the man now sitting opposite to you in the bar, once again trying to set you up with ‘a fine police officer with a rather promising promotion up his sleeve’. finally, unable to bear the man you love go on about how you should be with someone else, you blurted out, ‘why are you so insistent of getting me a boyfriend, osamu?’ at this dazai freezes, eyes widening at you like a deer caught in a headlight. ‘insistent?’ he sputtered, and you could see the gears turning in his brain as though trying to find an answer to your question. looking away from you, he replied. ‘i just- i just want you to have a better life. to get away from this darkness. to get away from… me’. your clutch around the drink in your hand tightened, but you didn’t say anything. oh how you wanted to tell him that if anything, you wanted to be with him.

[♡] whenever you struggled to put on your clip, chuuya helped you. it wasn’t like you both were close; on the contrary, you both barely saw eye to eye and yet for some reason, mori often paired the two of you up for missions. it was true that both of you worked really well, your skills covering up his weak points and vice versa but it was like cooperation between the two of you started and ended within the fight to destroy the enemy. the port mafia was a dark world you had been thrusted into suddenly, and the only grasps of your previous life you had were the clips your father used to buy you regularly as a little girl. so as though to remind yourself that not everything was lost, you always wore childish clips during the missions. so here you were now, checking yourself out at the side view mirror of the car parked beside you as you attempted to put a pink strawberry clip on to your hair (without making it look like you had a balding spot). “what are you doing?” you heard chuuya’s voice come from behind you, breaking your concentration. closing your eyes you sighed, before turning towards him to glare at him. “trying to put this clip?”. chuuya raised an eyebrow, an action that always caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach for some reason. truth be told, chuuya nakahara was a beautiful man. and by that you didn’t mean only on the outside, but even in his actions you could see the remnants of a kind and caring person who just happened to be loyal to the port mafia. “well i guess it won’t hurt the enemies to see a beautiful person before they die,” he said. for a second you thought he was talking about himself and nearly hurled out another insult but then you realised he meant you, and you froze, unsure how to respond at all. he sighed as he walked over you, gently reaching out to take the clip from your hand. “here, let me help.” he murmured, leaning in closer as he held the back of your head with one hand and slid the clip on your hair with another. you could almost feel his breath dust your cheeks as time halted around you, you staring at his scrunched up concentrated face to get it right in one go. satisfied with the position, he looked back at you and gave you a smile, causing time to flow again. “there, you look even more beautiful now.” he took a step back and turned away and you slowly raised your hand to touch your clip, where the ghost of his touch still lingered. the port mafia had trained you to lie well but if anyone were to look at you now it would be a bit too obvious how much you liked chuuya.

[♡] somehow jouno was always the one who happened to be there when you were crying, offering you the comfort you needed at the moment. maybe it was his super hearing. or maybe it was his instinct. (or maybe, he was the person you desperately wanted to see whenever you had a breakdown and the universe decided to toy with you each time). but embarrassingly enough, jouno would always appear out of thin air whenever you were crying, whether you were in an empty room or a public place. no matter how embarrassed you were that someone, especially saigiku jouno, had caught you crying, you couldn’t stop yourself from being a blubbering mess to him. there was something about the way he would patiently listen to you, softly pat your back and whisper consoling words as you rambled on and on about what made you cry. then when you would have finally calmed down, he would tease you, much to your dismay because the last thing you wanted your crush to remember was your embarrassing moments. and yet, when you would start becoming hard on yourself or start apologising, he would become serious and scold you, telling you that it was natural to feel conflicted about whatever situation you were in. the first few times it was awkward to have the guy you liked see you like this but soon, he became the first thing that popped up on your mind whenever you felt down. and you could swear to god that he could also hear your thoughts because no matter how much he teased you, he was always there for you. ‘you have your ears out on purpose to listen if i’m crying and that’s why you pop up everytime, don’t you?’ you accused him one day when you were crying, but this time because you just had a realisation that he would probably never see you the way you saw him. jouno just sighed, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into a hug. ‘i don’t need to listen to you cry to know that you are upset’. you froze in his arms at his words, trying to understand what he meant. but your mind was so muddled up with sadness, and him softly patting your back was not helping the situation either, so you just found yourself sinking into his touch. maybe you would break over his words later on.

[♡] tecchou was always on the quieter side, except whenever he was with you. you had known suehiro tecchou since the two of you were kids. you had always noticed how he used to sit quietly in class even during break times so you took it upon yourself to talk to him, sure that this silent boy just needed someone to pay attention to him as long as that person did the talking but boy, you were wrong. he not only talked back to you enthusiastically but ended up becoming good friends with you. it was weird, really. because whenever you saw him hanging out with his other friends, he would barely talk. you even overheard some of the people talking about how silent and standoffish he was, and some of them even had the audacity to ask you how you managed to converse with him. you told them maybe they didn’t have anything interesting to say to him, to which some people would joke that ‘or maybe we aren’t as interesting to him as you are’. you would just shrug (and act like that statement didn’t just cause your stomach to somersault because tecchou treating you differently because he liked you? that was a bit of a leap in your one sided love even for you), thinking back on a previous conversation which tecchou would have brought up himself enthusiastically. one day you finally decided to ask him. “why don’t you talk to others? you’re always yapping whenever you're with me.” the two of you were watching a movie, one of his arms draped over your shoulders as he rubbed mindless circles on your arm (you had no clue what the movie was about by this point). at this, techhou looks gives you a quizzical look, before replying, ‘because they’re not you?’. ‘ah.’ is all you manage to say, feeling a little heat rise up your cheeks. but you also knew he didn’t imply anything in that statement so you just mustered back a smile and turned your attention back to the tv, letting the feeling of his fingers tracing your arms through your shirt satisfy your feelings for now.

[♡] the only person who won against fyodor in chess was you. it was a surprise to you too, to be honest. even though the reason fyodor took you in the decay of the angels was due to your brains, looking at his actions to infect both mori and fukuzawa, and get rid of dazai was enough for you to realise that this man was leagues above you in terms of intelligence. it was almost like he was another species. and yet, you were not sure what had come over you when you barged into his room one fine day, right when he was in the middle of a chess match between goncharov and him, demanding that he played chess with you instead so that it would be an actual workout for his brain. what you were thinking was beyond you too (maybe it was the fact that no one had ever outsmarted you in your entire life and then there was fyodor dostoyevsky, a man who thought a hundred steps ahead of you). at first, when you realised your grave mistake, you were sure fyodor would ask goncharov to use his ability to swallow you whole into the earth and you would never stand a chance because you were never a fighter. but to your surprise, fyodor just smiled, asking goncharov to get lost and indicated at the now empty seat opposite to you. sure that you had just sealed your coffin, you sat down with a gulp, determined to win (if that was even possible). and that was the most brain racking chess match you had ever played. dostoyevsky wasn’t just good, he was brutally amazing. but you didn’t give up. somewhere down the line you realised your life was probably on the line so you calmed yourself down and continued… until you won. and when you did you looked up at him in shock, only to find him smiling back at you, tenderly. and that must have broken something inside you because you jumped up and ploughed him into a hug. soon it became a routine, and not a single time did you let fyodor win. until one day, you overheard nikolai and sigma talking about how fyodor obviously let you win and that was weird because fyodor hated losing. at first you felt angry at this, but then you realised if fyodor wanted to kill you… he already would have done that. you didn’t even contribute anything to the team yet. and so, you let the happy thought consume you as you walked over to fyodor’s room for another chess match, determined to win and see him give you that smile once again.

[♡] nikolai always walked you home, no matter what. it had become almost like a routine now. after your work was over in the rats of the house of the dead (which was…almost never), nikolai, who would somehow know when your work was over, would be found waiting outside your office room to walk you home. at first you weren’t sure what he wanted from you. after all, everyone and their actions had an ulterior motive here. and considering that nikolai was one of the five decay angels (fyodor had introduced you to the group and you were secretly working for both), you were terrified of him. in fact the first few days of walking back to home was just him talking non stop, sometimes in that comical way he had, and sometimes in the philosophical, deep way all the while you silently begged to not be killed by him. but the more you heard him talk, the more you felt how… humanely he was. especially whenever he talked about the birds in the sky, you could see his eyes getting excited, but in a different way than it usually did whenever he was throwing his sudden quiz questions. those times his eyes held true awe and wonder, like he truly wished he could become a bird and fly away from this burden, before his eyes would dim away as usual into the fake smile he always had plastered on his face. and slowly, you began to understand him. you too started quietly giving your opinions in the talks now, laughing a little at times when he was being silly but also enjoyed baring your soul to each other. and then you started looking forward to the walks. looking forward to seeing his smile, looking forward to see his serious face and trying to console him. you loved the fact that he kept his promise to walk you back home daily, come rain or shine. but the day he walked you back home when he was running a temperature, not listening to your protests of you being fine for a five minutes walk all because he promised you was the day you realised you were heads over heels with nikolai gogol. but even you knew, no matter how sweet he was, no matter the reason he first offered to walk home with you, he would never love you back.

A/N || Hi everyone! This is my first time writing for bsd, let alone anime. Do let me know what you guys think! Also I went with whatever names they are referred to in the anime. Comments and reblogs are appreciated! If you want to be added to the taglist, dm me!

A/N || Also, lemme know which all bsd men you wanna read abt (preferably NOT atsushi cus i still see him as a child im 20 cus ive barely read fics in this fandom so im not sure?) and don't ask why only chuuya is on the banner.

A/N 2 || P.S loosely based on my situationship (SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF IT PLS)

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