#bottom chuuya nakahara

[ballsgrabber69]

idk touching drunk chuuya ig

Dom!Fem!reader x Sub!Chuuya

He doesn't understand what's going on. He's drunk. Soon, you give him a glass of water and eventually take his clothes off.

"Such a pretty sight~" You'd mumble.

Your hand travels around his body and rubs his thighs, small whimpers of arousal escaping him.

"Ngh.. Y/N..?" He stared at you through half lidded eyes, his chest heaving.

You notice how hard he's gotten in seconds, and you brush your finger over his slit. He gasps, his hands gripping the side of the chairs. His legs shake slightly as you do it again.

When you pour lube on his hardness, he whimpers. But when you begin to stroke it slowly, he lets out a loud moan, his hand scrambling to grip something again, his other clamping over his mouth.

"Hah.. Ah! Y/N..! What's.. What's happening..? " Chuuya gasps through his hands. His back arches as precum leaks from his slit and onto his thighs. His vision is hazy, his being slowly becoming sober. Tears fell down his face from the immense pleasure. He's so sensitive..

His eyes slowly roll back as your tongue latches over one of his hard nipples. He begins to moan even louder, his poor, sensitive body only able to take so much until his first orgasm. He almost sobs, trying to hold himself back from exploding in your hands. Your other hand teases the neglected nipple, pulling, twisting and flicking.

"Aghn!! Please stop!- I'm close! I can't I can't I'm!-" Chuuya gets cut off from a moan when you nibble on his nipple. Your hand pumps his cock faster and faster with no remorse.

"Shh, I know it's intense.." You smirk. "But bear with me. You're too sexy to be a virgin."

Chuuya's so close, and he's babbling out curse words and warnings.

"Go ahead, my Mafioso. Cum for me.."

His first orgasm rocks him to the core. He stops breathing as his eyes squeeze shut. Warm, wet ropes of cum shot from his twitching cock, his hands gripping the arms of the chairs as his back arches. It takes a while for his orgasm to end, his hair sticking to his face. The orgasm was so intense that his cock went completely limp. His eyes are unfocused as his face is red.

Soon, he gets over it and he nearly passes out from a simple handjob.

"Wait, baby boy. This night ain't over yet~"

[soukokumychildren]

So I made this based off one of my friend's post's from twitter, and I thought it was amusing enough to redraw as my au (kinda working on a biiig project, so I'm trying not to dwindle too much away from said project)

( This is the original poster if you're wondering Media posts by Dazai's lawyer🎯 (@Whyyouvare) / X (twitter.com) )

[v4sya]

[incorrectsoukokuquotes]

Mori, over intercom to Dazai and Chuuya: Could the ugly, untalented gays please report to my office?

[lotus-pear]

akai art for beloved tumblr mutual @itotypes <33 (it's a bsd x atla au btw if anyone wants to check it out.. although i wouldn't recommend it for the weak hearted)

fic name: akai || author: @/itotypes on ao3

[queer-n-here]

Hi! I'm glad you accepted my request (Sub!Atsushi)! Would you care to write one of these requests? You can write both if you want!

Request #1 (Osamu Dazai)

Reader overstimming Sub!Dazai since he flirts with other girls..infront of Reader. The smug and teasing looks on his face now turns into a pathetic look, tears of pleasure coming out of his eyes as he begs reader to let him cum, but reader won't let him unless he makes reader cums first. It ended of as a sweet and gentle aftercare as Reader praises him.

Request #2 (Chuuya Nakahara)

Sub!Chuuya had a bad day at work, so Reader decided to help him get off his mind. Before he was a bratty sub , now he's a desperate slut. His fucked up mind only thinks about Reader's cock inside of him that's hitting his prostate. The aftercare is them taking a bath together leading to another makeout or gentle cuddles.

(If you allow emoji anon, can I be 💞 anon?)

Hi, yeah of course! Also, I wanted to write both. Hope you like it.

Also, did I tell y'all that I'm a sucker for rough sex and gentle aftercare? Because yep, I very fucking much am.

Content: Exactly what anon wanted! (Or so I hope)

Warnings: Smut, top male reader, overstimming (Dazai), biting (Dazai), orgasm denial (?) (Dazai), no prep (Dazai), distraction sex (Chuuya), after sex bath (Chuuya)

Osamu Dazai

I can imagine this man being bratty like that, flirting and laughing away with some women at a party as you watch, holding your glass so hard cracks appear on it.

And when you walked over to him, finally having had enough, he acted all innocent, as if there was no idea behind those treacherous eyes of his why you would want to talk to him someplace private.

When you managed to pull him away, to envelope his wrist in a vice like grip as you led him through the party and to one of the backrooms, he gave up his prentense.

Leaning against the door you had just locked shut, Dazai smirked.

"Why, someone gets jealous easy..."

And you pinned him to the door, lips slamming against his as you muffled those witty remarks that his brain would soon forget.

You picked him up and bodily threw him onto a bed, ripping apart his (and your own) clothes with such animal-like ferocity that even Dazai knew to fear for his life.

"Can't keep your hands off me, huh?" He tried to tease, but you shut him up with a kiss so hard it had him seeing stars.

Turning him over onto his stomach, you plunged into him without warning, making him hiss and dig his fingers into the sheets.

You pounded into him mercilessly, that genius brain of his turning to mush with each thrust as he blabbered incoherently about lubrication and slowing down.

Gripping him by the waist, you pulled him up against your chest, hips not slowing down for a second.

Your hands reached out to tug at his erection, stroking in rhythm with your thrusts as you bit and licked at his neck, making him whine at the overstimulation.

And it wasn't long before he was thrashing in your grip, pants of, "I'm close... Hah! Mmph!... [Name], I'm so close!" spilling from his pretty lips.

But you had other plans. Throwing him back onto the bed with such force he cried out, you turned him to lay on his back again, grabbing his legs and pinning them to his chest before continuing your onslaught on him, your pace faster.

"You wanna cum before me, hmm?" You smirked, covering his tip with your thumb. "No chance, baby. I'll let you cum if you can make me do it first."

And the only Dazai could do was whine and scream, his eyes glazed over as he tried to struggle out of your strong grasp.

He changed tactics soon enough, even in a state as fucked out as this one he knew you were physically stronger than him, choosing to direct his attention to squeeze around you instead, trying his best to milk your cock like a little slut.

The feel of him clenching around you like a pathetic whore was so fucking amazing, you almost came right there.

But you held it in, more focused on teaching the ability user beneath you a lesson as you sped up, your tip hitting all of his sweet spots as your hand still blocked his cock, not letting him finish.

Soon you found yourself pitying Dazai, his hair stuck to his forehead and his cheeks red, his hole fluttering around you pathetically as his mouth made sounds more lewd than the devil himself.

So you came, letting go of his cock as your cum hit his gummy walls, slowing down as ropes of cum shot out of Dazai's dick, making him gasp and shudder at the feeling of finally being able to come.

His fucked out brain could think of doing nothing else but wrapping his arms around your neck, wishing only for you to comfort him.

And you did, soft praises spilling almost involuntarily from your lips as you pulled out of him and planted kisses all over his face.

Osamu Dazai was a brat. But he was your brat, and you'd love him the way he wanted you to for eternity.

Chuuya Nakahara

When Chuuya returned home all grumpy and pissed at apparently everything, your first instinct was to do what you always did: prepare a nice bath for him and cook him his favorite food.

But then some devilish part of your brain woke up and decided that it wanted to try something new.

And so, when Chuuya stepped into your shared bedroom, you followed, sitting down on the bed as you watched him slip out of his coat and shoes.

When he turned to see you watching, his scowl deepened, and a bratty little, "What?" snapped out of his mouth.

You had nothing to say, so you simply patted the mattress next to you, making Chuuya frown.

He opened his mouth to speak, and you raised an eyebrow, but he seemed to think better of it, choosing plop down on the bed beside you with a 'Hmph,' instead.

You leaned over and kissed him, making him pull away quickly and shake his head.

"Not in the mood today. Shitty day at work."

"Oh, but that's exactly why you need it," You smiled. "Let me take your mind off things, okay?"

Chuuya thought about it, and nodded. He trusted you to make him feel better.

Five minutes later, with you buried balls deep into his ass, he mentally patted himself on the back for having made that decision.

The way your hips rolled back and forth, hitting his G-spot with every thrust, was making him lose his mind and senses of reality.

"F-Faster!" He spluttered, gripping onto a pillow and burying his face in the sheets with his ass up in the air, and you had no reason to do otherwise.

Speeding up, you bent down to spread Chuuya's legs apart, the view of his balls quivering with each thrust making you smirk and use more force to abuse his prostrate.

And it was so amazing, oh god, Chuuya was gonna lose his mind.

The feel of you inside him, filling him up so nice and fucking him like it was your last day on earth, was more than enough to make his head spin.

Only half an hour ago he'd been thinking about the failed exchange of goods that had maybe put the Port Mafia behind their time by two months, but now it was all you. The way you fucked him, the way your hands held him in place and oh, the way you lowered you head to kiss his shoulder blades every once in a while.

It was not long before he was crying out, calling your name in a voice so loud you knew it would rouse your neighbours, his cum splattering onto the bed sheets, his walls clenching around you, making you spill into him.

When you pulled out, Chuuya didn't even have the brains left in him to turn and lay onto his back, all fucked out and breathing heavy, knowing you would take care of him.

And you did, gently lifting him up and carrying him to the bathroom, filling the bathtub up with warm water before sitting Chuuya down in it.

As you made to leave (I mean, someone had to change the sheets) Chuuya could only weakly grab your hand, muttering "Stay..."

And who were you to leave, when your gorgeous boyfriend was asking you to stay?

So you slipped into the tub behind him, wrapping your arms around Chuuya's waist and letting him sit between your legs, planting soft kisses on his neck as you cuddled.

"That was good," Chuuya said after sometime, finally having left subspace. "We should do that again next time I have a shitty day at work."

[yurichii]

DAZAI AND CHUUYA DESIGN IN MY FANFIC

You can read the details about them in my insta

Btw chuuya is deaf in this fanfic🗿💞

Insta : yuri._chii

[theradiostarr]

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

“ marked ”

╰┈➤ in which dazai marks chuuya up

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Dazai was smart, this much Chuuya knew.

He knew the bandaged bastard had done it on purpose.

His comfortable black choker did little to hide the purple blooming under his skin, spreading beneath its leather with such meticulous placement that the red head could not cover it up easily.

Sighing, Chuuya took a long drawl of his cigarette, feeling the ash scorch his lungs. No, Dazai did not do this as a show of possession, he had done it to torture him. This the man was sure of.

Dazai did not care for shame. Chuuya was a man of dignity, always making sure his hair was clean and nails trimmed, coat ironed professionally, but his partner, alas, took every opportunity available to ruin him.

Each passing glance at a mirror, a shop window, a perfectly shined glass, immediately sent a wave of heat to his groin.

‘That damn mark.’

It only acted as proof of last night's endeavors, the picture of Dazai sprawled out so nicely beneath him, so pliant and behaved, it was enough to make Chuuya’s mouth water with want.

He had to deal with this all day, along with the odd snarky comment from Tachihara. It was painful having to sit through meeting after meeting, sort through paperwork, train the lower ranks and brief future missions with the annoying beanpole on his mind. It was infuriating, but at last, Chuuya thought it was over once he stepped out of the elevator.

Until he stepped foot in his apartment.

“Chuuuuuya!”

Chuuya wanted to slam his head against a wall.

What could possibly be worse than thinking of Dazai all day? Oh, I know-

“Welcome home, Chibi~”

-Dazai overstaying his welcome.

“I thought you said you were fucking leaving.” Chuuya cursed, rubbing his temples as if the man had manifested him a premature headache.

“I was, but then I thought about how lonely and miserable Chuuya would be without me, so I begrudgingly stayed.”

‘Begrudgingly’ wouldn’t be the correct term, there, in Chuuya’s lounge room, sat Dazai. Perched happily on the couch with some reality TV show playing quietly, Chuuya could also see he’d welcomed himself to the pantry, dirty dishes wasting in the sink. He’d strangle Dazai later.

Because what Chuuya also noticed was Dazai adorning one of his stupid oversized sweaters, which hung stupidly over his shoulder. The smug bastard smiled innocently as Chuuya’s eyes roamed over the blossoming marks where his bandages didn’t reach.

Every inch of skin that the man graciously let the world see had been littered with bites and bruises, in a silent worship. Chuuya couldn’t help it, art was meant to be admired.

“What’s wrong Chibi, cat got your tongue?”

Dazai knew what he was doing when he stuck his tongue out at Chuuya, winking suggestively at the petite mafioso who was surely losing his composure.

“You insatiable bastard” He murmured, stepping closer until he was toe to toe with the sitting man. Gripping his chin tightly he forced Dazai to look up at him, who held his gaze proudly.

“You’re pretty talkative for someone who was on his knees last night.” Chuuya had little resolve, the taunting only fueling his thoughts that have been plaguing him all day. It was truly an honor to see such a smart and composed man such as Dazai reduced to nothing but a whining mess. An honor reserved for Chuuya alone.

“Chuuya likes it.” Dazai nuzzled his face into said man’s palm, rubbing his cheek affectionately. Chuuya almost softened at the display, until teeth sank into his gloved hand and a hand gripped his arm tightly, pulling the smaller man into his lap.

Chuuya could’ve easily stood his ground, but he found that hard to do with Dazai.

Dazai desperately sought to be as close as possible to Chuuya with his arms wrapped tightly around his neck. Resting his hands on the taller man's chest, Chuuya indulged him a little by connecting their lips desperately and nipping at his bottom lip, drawing a low whine from the other's throat.

Dazai jolted when Chuuya’s warm hands reached the cold skin under his sweater, exploring every inch from his hipbone to his chest. He purposely avoided each sensitive spot that gave Dazai exactly what he wanted, making him squirm.

“Stop teasing” he pouted, bucking his hips up slightly, seeking that friction he was beginning to crave.

“But Dazai likes it” Chuuya mocked, pinning his hips down and preventing him from moving.

“And Dazai is the one who made my day extremely long, so he’s just going to have to shut up and be a good boy for me now.”

[originalartblog]

Chuuya week - Day 6 - Music

[drlqra]

skk fucking, dazai calls chuuya "nakahara-san".

thank you, that's all.

[ballsgrabber69]

Bottomzai vs Bottomchuu

They're switches. Chuuya's mainly the bottom and Dazai's mainly the top. Straight into my point. But this is about bottom Chuuya since I like it more. How tf do y'all see Dazai as a pillow princess?? Neither of them are pillow princesses. But personally, I think that Chuuya as the bottom is better. Y'all prefer the "feminine girly pillow princess bottomzai" when that mf is so arrogant, cocky and teasing to Chuuya while Chuuya gets flustered by him so fast. Yeah Chuuya has anger problems, but he's soft as HELL around Dazai. And the height difference?? Chuuya isn't gonna go top someone a whole mile taller than him unless he's drunk or something. People say Chuuya isn't soft?? Put him by dogs, children, Kouyou maybe and possibly Dazai himself. Dazai does actually call himself a princess and shit, but dawg. He still dominates Chuuya. 💀. If you get topped by someone a whole mile shorter than you, that shit's embarrassing.. And then the bottomzai fans bash the bottom Chuuya fans- Bitch don't make me get on yalls case. I prefer bottom Chuuya but period I guess. Lmao when it comes to my opinions, I go OFF. And bottom Dazai, that guy would be annoying and Soukoku would just give up on bottomzai. Seme Dazai x Uke Chuuya. I don't care. NAW AND CHUUYA'S EDUCATIONAL SOUNDS MAKES BOTTOMCHUU HALF CANON. The bottomzai fans that don't bash people for not liking bottomzai, I love you guys so much 💖. I know it's an anime and I'm kinda young to be arguing about gay sex but who cares tbh. AND THE FERAL BOTTOMZAI FANS, I DARE YOU TO COME SAY SOME CRAZY SHIT BECAUSE I'M A FERAL BOTTOMCHUU FAN.

Actually, I'm feral for Chuuya in general. Fuck Dazai ❤.

And this is the first thing I do on Tumblr 💀.

[doublesuicide19]

How Soukoku pose for official art

[v4sya]

[xantheyyy]

I need to suck him off under the table while he's working and then he pushes my head down and praises me how I'm good at using my tongue and mouth like nghhhh

[incorrectsoukokuquotes]

Chuuya: I really value when people use violence for me, It's actually one of my love languages.

[dvzaiosamu]

random post.

No words can't express how much I love bottom Dazai and the fact that Chuuya's hands are bigger than Dazai's. Today I'm sleeping happy only to imagine that.