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cas-mentalynothereeee · 6 months

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Here is a skk fic im working on. Its a little strange because its the first one i did and i have it switching POVs so im sorry if thats annoying.

TWS- Men being queer, Being really sick, Throwing up, suicidal topics

Dazai POV:

"At-su-shiii.."

I said looking at the boy who was sweating nervously.

"Y..yes dazai san..?"

Atsushi asked me.

"Youuuu should do my paperwork for me!"

I smiled widely at him.

"Dazai san I have a life too you know. I can’t always do it for you.."

Atsushi said, smiling warmly as he declined my request.

"Very well..I guess I'll be here late.."

I chuckle to myself as I do work for once in my life..

It was around midnight when I finished the stacks of paper I had let build up on my desk…

I sighed and stretched…That's when I felt a pain in my side..

It was probably nothing. I thought as I grabbed my things and closed up the office.

As I walked home though I had a headache and I felt a bit warm.

I assumed it was just the weather changing or seasonal allergies, nothing too bad…

But oh boy. Was I wrong.

3rd person POV:

As Dazai walked to work the next day he felt incredibly ill..the headache he hoped would go away after sleep did not. And he felt very hot, in fact he was so hot he didn't even grab his trenchcoat that he is almost never seen without. As he entered the agency he almost collapsed in his chair. Sitting down with a loud groan. "You good dazai?"

Ranpo asked, it came out a bit muffled as a lollipop was in his mouth.

"Yes..Im okay"

Dazai says resting his head on the edge of the desk. The desk was cold which made his warm head feel better.

"I should get doctor Yosano. You look like you need a check up."

Kenji said, smiling as he jumped up and ran to the infirmary.

-20 minutes later-

Dazai had been sat at the cot as Yosano did a check up on him.

"Dazai. Why the hell did you come to work today with a temperature of 98°??"

"I'm just a little sick, it's fine."

Dazai said, holding his chest tightly.

"Go home dazai. This is bad..I can drive you there but you're super ill."

She said resting a hand on his shoulder. Dazai flinched back.

"I’m fine. Yosano. I appreciate the care. But I don't need it. I'm just a bit sick. I will be fine."

Dazai goes to stand up but quickly falls back onto the bed as his legs are too weak to hold him up.

"See. You're sick."

"Just because I fell doesn't mean I'm sick."

Dazai snapped back. He wasn't usually like this. But he just felt angry for no reason..

"Dazai. I'll have Atsushi walk you home.. I just remembered I have work.. And you're not fighting me on this. You're going home."

Yosano said in a tone that gave even dazai chills.

"Very well."

He sighed upset.

A few moments later he was walking with Atsushi. Leaning on him for support.

"Are you sure you're alright Dazai-San?"

Atsushi asked worry hinted in his tone

"Yes. I'm fine. I'm just a little sick.."

Dazai said. Anger hinted in his voice. He wasn't sure where the anger was coming from but it was there..

Eventually dazai convinced Atsushi he would be alright. And that he could leave himself alone. Once dazai was alone however. He felt ill. He didn't know what he did that could have gotten him this sick. He thought back on the days. Maybe it was the water from that drowning attempt. Maybe it was the raw fish in the sushi he convinced Kunikida to buy. Maybe just maybe it was chibi.

"I bet his terrible attitude has made me ill"

Dazai said to himself resting on the cold tile floor to make his warm body feel better.

He laid there for a while. Every time he tried to move he felt as if he was going to throw up. He didn't want to take any medications as he had too big of an ego for that.

As his mind rambled he kept going back to the thought of chuuya. Maybe he would help… This thought caused dazai to laugh out loud which he regretted instantly as a pain filled his chest. The floor suddenly felt too hot to lay on. He pushed himself up and wobbled to the bathroom.

He sat next to the toilet, his knees to his chest as he hid his mouth in his arms trying not to throw up. He felt hot and cold at the same time. He wanted to just die already. This pain was unbearable. Not only that but everytime he breathed his stomach churned and cramped…

"Ughh.."

He groaned.

"Fuck this hurts alot…"

He whined leaning his head into his arms. His sick fatigued body just wanted rest. Eventually he fell asleep laying on some bath mats in the bathroom.

-3 AM that morning-

He woke up to his stomach spinning. He felt himself gag. And start breathing heavily. He leaned over the toilet as he gagged. But nothing came out. His throat hurt as tears filled up the corners. He never cried. No matter the pain. But his sick body wouldn't let him hold back his emotions. Eventually after what seemed like forever he finally threw up.. he leaned over the toilet after still breathing heavily. He knew that he should tell someone he threw up. But he really didn't want pity right now. So he did the logical thing.

Call the one person who couldn’t care less.

Nakahara Chuuya.

Chuuya POV:

I was sitting on my bed mindlessly scrolling on my phone because…I wanted to. When A certain Mackerel called me.

naturally like any good person would.

I declined it.

My day had been good, it's not gonna get worse.. I went back to scrolling then he called again….And again….And again…

"Jesus..what the hell does he even need?"

I said as I stared at the ringing phone

"...."

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT SHITTY MACKEREL?!"

I yelled as I answered the phone.

"H..Heyyyy Chi-"

Dazai was cut off by a gag. Then I heard the sounds of throwing up.

"oh fuck. Gross."

I said, holding my hand over my mouth.

"Sorry chibi.."

He coughed as he spoke.

"You sound like shit."

I say holding my stomach with one hand.

"Yeah. I couldn't tell…Anyway. You should. Come over and help me out..Please."

Dazai said. He sounded like he meant it. But I bet he was just fucking with me.

"Sorry. You're sick. You deal with it. Goodbye."

I said hanging up, not listening to him.

I sat there for a few minutes staring at the end call screen. I thought about his voice. The sounds. Everything sounded legit…Maybe he was sick…No that's not possible, Dazai never gets sick that badly. Besides, he would've called someone more important. Like the agency..Or I don't know. Not me. He knows I dont give a shit. I mean. It’s not like I'm actually gonna go help. He doesn't deserve it. He left me alone. Why should I help?

3rd person POV:

Dazai sat on the floor of the bathroom. The same spot he had been for the past 8 hours. When there was a knock at his door. He forced himself up using the bathtub as support as he slowly walked to the front door.

He slowly cracked it. And there stood a ginger. Short as can be looking as grumpy as ever. He opened the door more still Leaning on it for full support.

"Hey there chibi…"

Dazai said in a hoarse voice.

"Move you suicidal Maniac."

Chuuya said walking past dazai. He went straight to the kitchen and grabbed something. Dazai sat at the couch and leaned on the armrest.

A few moments later chuuya came back with some water and a container of medicine.

"Take it you fucking fish."

He said holding the water cup and pills in front of dazai.

"No..I don't need them."

Chuuya stared at the man who just threw up on a call not even 30 minutes ago.

"Dazai just take the fucking medication. It will help I swear."

Chuuya said, holding the pills closer to dazai's face.

"No. I don't need them. I told you I'll be okay without them."

Dazai said, looking away from the ginger with a pouty face. Chuuya sighed in anger.

"Fine"

Chuuya said, taking a gulp of water and putting the pills in his mouth. He had to be quick so they didn’t disintegrate in the water.

He grabbed Dazai by the chin, forcing his face to look at him. Then with no explanation kissed dazai. Dazai made a small grunt which was enough to get chuuya to get the pills in dazai's mouth. Dazai swallowed and pulled back breathing heavily.

"Ugh. Fuck you. It would've been easier if you took them normally."

Chuuya said, crossing his arms and walking back to the kitchen.

Dazai just sat there confused and a bit warm although he was sure he had broken the fever…

Chuuya stayed in the kitchen screaming at himself on the inside. He had no idea why the hell he kissed dazai. He tried convincing himself it wasn't a kiss it was merely a mouth to mouth like lifeguards do. He needed to help so that's why he did that. <I know what you are, chuuya>. Chuuya heard dazai groan and walked back over to him.

"Why are you making so much noise..Just die slowly."

Chuuya said sitting on the couch a few spots away separating the two.

"Gee thanks chibi."

Dazai said, leaning back on the sofa.

"What's wrong with you anyway P.O.S?"

Chuuya asked, looking at the unnaturally super pale brunette.

"I'm sick, what else shorty?" Dazai said looking at him dead faced then going back to holding his stomach. Chuuya stared at the brunette then scoffed looking away.

“Your an ass you know that”

He grumbled. Dazai coughed and gave a weak smile.

“Yeah I know”

Chuuya looked at Dazai. He watched the brunette shiver.

“Are you cold?”

Chuuya asked, looking at him with a raised brow. Dazai was holding his chest shivering.

“No, I'm okay.”

Dazai lied holding himself tightly. Chuuya stared at the brunette. He sighed and moved closer to the taller one holding him tightly in a warm embrace. Dazai’s eyes widened as the ginger held him.

“What the hell are you doing chibi?!”

He said trying to move but his fatigued body combined with the Chuuya tight hold on him, He couldn't.

“Shut up mackerel. You are freezing. So stop being a little bitch and stay here.”

Chuuya grumbled leaning back holding the taller one’s back while Dazai laid there on his chest shivering.

Dazai POV:

I laid there on Chibi's chest listening to his heartbeat. As much as I hated it. It was warm… Ugh this slug is gonna get it when I feel better.

“You slug this is gay”

“Shut the fuck up.”

I grumbled something then went back to listen to his heart beat. It was a good distraction from my stomach hurting.

Eventually I fell asleep…

-One hour later-

I woke up still cuddled with Chuuya. Who seemed to be still asleep. I managed to get up without waking him. Which wasn't hard cause he was such a deep sleeper. I walked to the bathroom. And looked in the mirror. My hair had been a mess, it was all disheveled and greasy. My face looked paler than usual, I had sunken cheekbones and My eye bags were far worse than they usually are. I turned the faucet on and put warm water on my face. I looked back up at the mirror.

Chuuya POV:

I woke up to a loud crashing sound from the bathroom. I shot up from the couch and noticed Dazai wasn't sitting there.

“That shitty mackerel.”

I grumbled walking to the bathroom. I tried to open the door but it was locked,

“Hey open the door Dazai.”

I said jiggling the handle. There was just silence back.

“Dazai im not fucking joking open the door.”

I said forcefully trying to open it.

“DAZAI OPEN THE DOOR”

I yelled banging on the door again.

Still no answer. I stood there conflicted. Do I leave him alone or do I try to open it..

"This bitch better be dying or I'm gonna be pissed."

I grumbled kicking the door, It flew open. And I saw Dazai leaning over the bathtub. He had a pair of scissors in his hand and bandages were on the floor.

"...."

I stood there. Shaking. I stared at him, my legs not moving. Finally my legs let me move. I ran over pulling him into my lap. As I did this I saw blood on his head. With cuts all on his wrists. He was breathing. Barely.

"Dazai..What the fuck."

I said, still shaking. I held him tight to my chest. Eventually after I gathered myself I sat him up against the wall. And grabbed some bandages laying on the floor. I wrapped them along his arms and around his head.

"Chibi?"

He muttered, opening his eyes to me.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!"

I said holding his face with my hands.

“I didn't mean to fall…”

He said looking at me with a sly smile. It was definitely faked.

“FALL? THAT'S NOT WHAT I'M WORRIED ABOUT DUMBASS.”

I yelled, holding him tighter.

"Do you know how fucking worried I was?! And I'm never worried about you."

I yelled, holding his face tight. He just stared at me. With those stupid brown eyes.

"I'm sorry Chuuya."

He said resting his hands on mine. I scoffed.

"It's gonna take a lot more than an apology."

I said narrowing my eyes at him

"To bad im sick I had just the idea"

He said with a sly smile. I stared at him unphased

"I hate you. Now take your medicine." I said picking him up as if he was a wet cat. He squirmed a bit. I ignored it.

"Take it."

I said handing it to him. After twenty minutes of arguing he took the medicine. He fell asleep shortly after. I sighed as I looked at the bandages on his body.

“Stupid mackerel.”

I mumbled holding him close.

3rd person POV:

Chuuyas phone rang for the 5th time. He finally woke up and answered it.

“What.”

He grumbled as dazai rested on him.

“You havent shown up to work in 3 days what the fuck!? Where are you?!””

A worried yet angry female yelled. Chuuyas eyes widened.

“3 days?! Shit has it really been that long….”

He mumbled.

“Sorry Kouyou.. I've been helping a friend out….”

He sighed, rubbing his head.

“You? Help someone?”

She scoffed.

“I’ll let Mori know you're busy for the rest of the day. But you Have to come in soon.”

She sighs hanging up. Chuuya put his phone away and rested against the couch.

“Those detectives are probably worried…Maybe I should call them…”

He muttered. Suddenly a knock was heard at the door. He looked at dazai and carefully moved him. He walked over to the door yawning. He cracked open the door so only a bit of his face was seen.

“Hello? Dazai-San?”

A voice said shakily. Chuuya opened the door.

“Dazai is resting. What can I do for you atsushi?”

He says looking at him with a small smile on his face. Atsushi gasped a bit, probably surprised that a port mafia executive was there. But he relaxed a bit and smiled.

“Hello Chuuya-San.”

He said with a small bow.

“What do you need, kid?”

“I was just checking on Dazai-San, he hasn't answered any calls. And he hasn't showed up to work..”

He mumbled rubbing the back of his head nervously.

“Yeah..He got pretty sick. But he is doing better..”

Chuuya said, looking the weretiger up and down.

“Oh! That's great!”

He smiled a big smile causing chuuya to chuckle. Thinking of last night. That was not a “Great” Experience. But he didn't want to worry the tiger.

“Indeed. I would let you in. But I would have to check with dazai and he is still asleep.”

Chuuya gives a small smile. Just then a hand wrapped around his waist (atsushi couldn't see)

“Hello atsushi”

A weak voice came from dazai who had rested his chin on chuuyas shoulder.

“Dazai?!”

Atsushi and Chuuya said in surprise.

“Why aren't you sleeping…”

Chuuya said, side eyeing him.

“Cause I don't wanna,”

He said with a sly smile before directing his attention to Atsushi.

“Hello ‘sushi”

He smiles weakly

“Hello Dazai! Are you feeling better?”

“I am thank you.”

Dazai smiles, tightening his grip on Chuuyas waist earning a small grunt from Chuuya who tried to hide it as a cough.

“Well I brought you some soup if you want some”

He smiled while holding it out to Chuuya and Dazai.

“Ah thank you Atsushi”

Chuuya smiled while taking the soup. They all said goodbye and closed the door.

#WIP #skk #dazai doesn't have cancer.#its so bad tbh #idk what im doing tbh #i wrote half of this while i was sick and tried.

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shuaestheist · 10 months

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a cup of warm tea. (r-18!)

characters: joshua/jisoo, mingyu (seventeen) summary: what would happen if two of the most powerful yakuza personalities meet for a cup of warm tea? word count: 1,411 genre: bxb, smut content warning: use of aphrodisiacs, semi-public sex, mentions of organized crime. inspiration: their photoshoot for spur magazine (oct. 2020)

The air was palpable, thick — so much so that Mingyu can pull the dagger from the sheath strapped around his thigh and cut through it. Nervous, dangerous adrenaline racks through his body as he sits in that fateful chair, across that fateful person — Hong Jisoo.

Not that Jisoo was Mingyu's crush. Rather, he was an enemy — a rival.

Both Jisoo and Mingyu are the leaders of the largest yakuza clans in Tokyo. Both have certain districts of the city wrapped around the barrels of their guns and the knuckles of their fists. Both are also the strongest and most powerful men of the Underground.

But perhaps, as all those crappy action films say, there can only be one that rules the city. Their circles are closing in and they just cannot tiptoe around each other for far too long. This needs to be addressed as soon as possible. Or at least Mingyu thought so.

It seems like Jisoo thought so as well — they really needed to settle this territory matter once and for all now. Mingyu assumes, if the blatant inviting of him by the paler, smaller yakuza boss to a tea date is anything to go by.

A ceramic teapot and dainty glass teacups with earl grey tea laid across the coffee table, steaming with heat. The entire room was reminiscent of a tea room decorated for royalty as well — perhaps Jisoo likes the more refined Japanese aesthetic, in contrast with the rough and ragged blacks and reds that the underground is known for.

Nonetheless, Mingyu indulges himself to a small sip from the teacup and revels in its warmth. It's much milder than the coffees that Seungkwan feeds him, but not unwelcome to the palette. Mingyu took the tiniest sip — he'd seen his fair share of poisonings after all, and he was not keen on following down the path of death like them. However, the warmth drew him to gulp more of the warm liquid. That very same warmth spread through his body, from his chest all the way to his fingers, and toes — and down south.

"What've you fed me, Hong?" Mingyu asked, gasping as he tugged on his suit's collar, attempting to relieve the warmth that has morphed into scorching heat. "Have you poisoned me?"

"Oh no, Kim." Jisoo smiled in a kittenish manner, dainty finger tracing the rim of the cup Mingyu drank from. "If I had poisoned you, you would've fallen flat on the floor already. I merely... gave you a little stimulant." the other yakuza boss then stalked over to the feverish Mingyu.

"A beautiful face and a god-like body like yours shouldn't be taken by Death, Mingyu. At least, not before I've had a taste for myself."

Mingyu's hand jolted up, thick and calloused fingers gripping Jisoo's wrist, the other's fingers resting gently against the former's tan skin that seemed to shine with the light sheen of sweat he's producing. "A taste, huh." Mingyu chuckled lightly, unbuttoning his blazer to reveal the rest of his skin to Jisoo's hungry eyes.

Mingyu never saw Jisoo in this way before. Under the warm yellow lights, Jisoo looked ephemeral — full lips, a button nose and expressive eyes that oozed with the want he's having for Mingyu, or at least Mingyu's body. Jisoo's body was not too bad as well, broad shoulders and a tiny waist that Mingyu can grip and leave bruises on, a small indication of the night they would share together.

Despite the halfway stripping that Mingyu had done, Jisoo kept still, merely watching as Mingyu alleviated the heat a tiny bit. The younger snarled at the lack of interaction and so, he pulled Jisoo down and slammed his lips against his. Jisoo merely chuckled as Mingyu tried to take the simple kiss further, licking against the seam of the older's lips to gain access.

"Down, boy," Jisoo chuckled lightly, his free hand pushing himself away from the other, Mingyu chasing him.

Slowly, Jisoo threw a leg over Mingyu's lap, slowly sinking to straddle him. His hands guided Mingyu's to lay against his hips, encouraging him to grip as his own arms laid on Mingyu's shoulders.

"There's no need to rush, Kim. Time is with us." Jisoo grinned, all cheshire-like as he ground his crotch against Mingyu's. Soft purrs fall from his lips, and Mingyu is struck with the urge to hear more of that sinful yet heavenly sound.

Not too long after, Mingyu's hips met Jisoo's halfway. Leisurely, clothes began falling away from their bodies one by one, Jisoo's deft hands tracing every ridge on Mingyu's sculptured body, every scar that laid across his skin. He is truly a man of unadulterated violence. But tonight, he can be a man of unadulterated lust — if his feverish core and hard crotch is anything to go by. Mingyu, on the other hand, caressed Jisoo's toned, smooth stomach and the area around his hips, the only place in this violent world where Mingyu's hands feel like they belong. His thighs are toned as well, Mingyu feeling the strong muscle as he squeezed it — toned by the many nights of chasing and running away and into chaos.

But there's no place for violence here, Mingyu muses as Jisoo finally sheathed Mingyu's length into his warm, wet hole. No place for violent thoughts, no place of competition here. Right here, right now, with Jisoo bouncing on his lap, letting out wanton moans of pleasure as the length inside him pulsated and grew in girth — violence has no place here. Maybe save for the men guarding the entrance, eyes hidden by sunglasses trained forward. Maybe they're craving to be in Mingyu's position right now, their lengths buried inside Jisoo, giving their boss pleasure beyond his wildest dreams.

This thought struck a nerve inside Mingyu. He's the one here with Jisoo, the one here to worship Jisoo's perfect body. Not the guards, not other bosses, no other one but Mingyu. With this, Mingyu's grip on Jisoo's hips tightened, his mind reeling as he pulled the older down on his member. Jisoo shrieked, being hit spot on with the head of the length. Jisoo rested his forehead on Mingyu's shoulder as Mingyu began pounding into him from the bottom up. His moans grew more wanton, more weak and intoxicated — as if sex-drunk.

This little tea room must reek of their pheromones by now, but Mingyu likes it that way. Whenever Jisoo has a contact coming in through those doors, the room would exude of Mingyu, of this sinful intercourse they're partaking in. The act continues, leaving the both of them in a sheen of sweat, hair sticking to their temples as Mingyu shoved all of the objects on the table away, laying Jisoo on it as he thrusted into the older properly.

The warmth of his walls were clenching and unclenching, and soon enough, they were suffocating his length. "Cum inside, Mingyu-kun," Jisoo purred in a salacious manner, hands caressing the younger's arms that are flexed, muscles bulging out. And with that simple word from the generally put together Jisoo, Mingyu falls apart. His seed painted Jisoo's walls white, some of it shooting right against his spot. With this, Jisoo reaches his climax as well, staining his red silk undershirt and Mingyu's bare abdomen.

Breathlessly, Jisoo giggled, fingers raking through his soft black hair. "Enemies make for some hot and dangerous sex, but I'd much rather have sex with a comrade. What do you say, Kim Mingyu?"

"What are you implying, Hong?" Mingyu's eyebrows furrowed, pulling out of Jisoo and watching mindlessly as his seed drips from Jisoo's fluttering hole and on to the floor.

"For a yakuza boss, you really are not that perceptive." Jisoo chuckled, sitting up on his table. "I'm proposing for our families to come together. For us to be a unified yakuza family. We'll rule the entire Japanese scene, hm? And not to mention, we'll be meeting more and more, not as enemies but as partners-in-crime. So?" the older tilts his head ever so slightly and Mingyu is enraptured.

Like this, Jisoo is the picture of seduction. His eyes were hazy with bliss, lips slicked with a mixture of his and Mingyu's spit, body sparkling with sweat under the yellow lights and legs spread wide enough for Mingyu to occupy — Mingyu's rather rational brain must have short-circuited already. It must have, judging by the words that spill from his lips.

"Alright, I'll take your offer, Hong Jisoo."

#seventeen #smut #gyushua #yakuza #idk what im doing tbh #a friend requested this long ago #nrv #kim mingyu #mingyu #joshua hong #svt joshua

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