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Jealousy, Jealousy

Warning: dubcon, Dazai in denial

Dazai Osamu and you weren´t friends, you wouldn´t even call him an acquaintance as you had almost no connection to him whatsoever. If anything, he had only once looked at you, seen through every facade and layer of your form to realize there was no interesting aspect to you that would be of value in his thousands of plans. Neither were you fun to play with like Chuuya or the other subordinates. You were not trying to impress him like Akutagawa nor play any mind games with him or duel him like Mori. The moment you did get important in his life was when you and Chuuya began to meet each other.

You got along quick and too well, to his liking. Chuuya liked you more, clearly. He hangs out with you after a mission and before and in his free time, which truly makes Dazai despise you. What did he miss that Chuuya could be so enamored with you, Oda said it was your kindness and humor that probably attracted him first. But Dazai was so sure of it, people never were hard to read for him, never. Why were you different?

“Y/n”

You scrambled together, the shiver leaving your body just as quick as you turned nervously to see Dazai in his normal “business” suit. There was even some blood left on his sleeve, goddamn Daz-

“How about a dance?” he drawled out and opened his hand into your direction with a sheepish smile, so uncanny on his face.

“Oh-” you muttered out and pulled the hair from your face “Actually I am waiting for Chuuya”

“ohhhh” he grinned wider, why would h-

Immediately he grabbed your hand and dragged you into the large crowd of dancing people.

“Dazai I am very serious” Again he ignored you and tugged you closer. The dress suddenly felt too tight and the air truly started cramping up around you, almost stealing it completely.

You never get involved with Dazai, Mori warned you from the start and he was his boss. What does he want? Did you piss him off? You never looked his way, never interacted with him or his subordinates, except one talk with Oda.

“Y/n-chaaaan” his whisper crept up your neck to your ear, when did he get so close. His hair was in your vision just like his black jacket and the people worriedly gazing at you. A smile couldn't convince them nor did it you. Something is wrong and it might be too late to save yourself.

“Are you ignoring me?” his eyes had been staring into yours for a while and you had gotten lost in them. There was no light in them only your own staring back at you. Like he was absorbing you and imprisoning you in the never-ending depth.

“No, I am just a little lost” the honesty wasn´t necessary but lying wouldn´t help either.

“Did I do something?” you asked him directly and stared back as he kept leading you over the marble tiles.

This event wasn´t full enough to shield both of you from the starving eyes, waiting for your demise. Where was Chuuya, Dazai would forget you and let you go in a blink if Chuuya were here to capture his attention.

“Did yoouuu do something?” he chuckled but his humor was lacking, he bit his tongue.

Why was he so mad? Dazai pulled his forehead from yours just for a second before pushing it back against yours.

“You did not do anything” he assured and his hand came up to your cheek, his thumb brushing your undereye. The flinch seemed to pull him back into his usual cold demeanor.

“Ok” the whisper fell past his ears. What did you have? What was it?

“Do you like Chuuya?” the question immediately stopped your steps, making him pausing to not cause an awkward stumbling. Your dancing almost stopped, you wanted to leave but his grip tightened on your hand and waist as he continued the dance so no one noticed your panicking behavior.

“Yes, I like him” Ohh now that’s a reaction he didn´t expect.

The confidence and tensed shoulders of yours made him grin like a mad man, it should scare you but for most it was already over when Dazai had set his eyes on them.

“Why?” his voice had gotten much deeper and his eyes couldn´t leave your face as he gracefully twirled you around the room. Maybe if you answer slower, Chuuya will appear sooner to save you.

“What do you mean?” his hands were so cold against yours; he truly was a dead man.

Dazai rolled his eyes at your poor attempt of sparing your life and decided he was done with the foreplay. He stopped in his tracks, slid his hand to your wrist and pushed you forward towards the end of the crowd. You huffed and panicked immediately “Dazai” the stern tone didn´t affect him. Dazai didn´t even hear it.

The bathroom should be around here, you figured but then the women sign would probably not stop him. What is h-

“Dazai” you turned around to see him typing quickly on his old clip-phone, your hand raised to push his other hand away. His grip didn´t falter a bit and when he lifted his eyes again to you, your hands cramped in.

“I´m going home” probably not. His body came forward and you only then realized that you were in a bathroom alone, with Dazai. Someone will come in, right? They saw yo- No one's coming in.

You breathed out harshly and looked around frankly “I am tired of your game” hard eyes staring straight through you “Whatever you and Chuuya have” you pointed a finger at his chest only for it to be squished between your bodies. His nose was touching yours and his dirty messy strands of hair were falling onto your forehead, his breathing got heavier and his shoulders were shaking. What is happening to him?

“Da-” his lips covered yours and the chapped skin was a harsh contrast to your red smooth ones. Your eyes stayed wide open, staring at his furrowed brows and tightly closed eyes. He was moving his lips and you tried to keep up, but why-

His hands were surprisingly gentle as they slid from the side of your dress to the back of it and above your ass. He was parting your lips slightly to push his tongue inside, Dazai was way more experienced than you and one hand finally settled on your ass to grab it lightly. Another push of his slim body caused you to hit the sink behind you and your hands suddenly came back to life and settled on his chest. The fabric of his suit felt soft and smooth beneath your palms, until you felt a dry spot. Your lips slowed just as your eyes opened and he pulled back to let in a sliver of air before he pulled you back in.

His hand slipped back to the front until it reached the hem of your dress and dug underneath, his hand nestled between your plush thighs, gliding along them to your underwear. The consequences of your situation finally caught up to you when he lifted you up onto the sink, was two fingers knuckle deep in your pussy and devouring you completely. The realization that his fingers ripped from inside you and were soon entering your mouth came too late to even consider stopping him. Just as soon as your tongue licked all of it from his bony fingers, they left your mouth and was now unbuckling his belt.

Dazai is out of his mind if he thinks Chuuya wouldn´t rip him apart for this – maybe it was exactly what he wanted. You liked Chuuya genuinely.

This was a mistake. Your hands reached up to his dress shirt to push him off of you, but it only resulted in a few buttons on the ground and a sly smirk on his face. The finger returned to your wet clip.

“Dazai” you breathed out, God the room felt small.

“Yes?” you avoided looking down, focused only on his eyes.

“I want to stop” his hand began sliding up your arms and settling on your shoulders, rubbing the tension away. His thumbs could be so light and gentle when he wanted to. His body came forward, forehead connecting to yours and a small peck was placed on your lips, the finger on your clit mixing your juices all over it. “Is it because of Chuuya” he truly was a master in coercion. The circles were just surrounding your clit, building the excitement.

With a soft voice, you were memorized by his moving lips, completely unaware of his eyes as they picked you apart. “I like him a lot” you couldn’t look away as they inched closer and your half-lidded eyes almost fell shut before they cracked open at the sudden collapse onto the bathroom sink- Your back hit the cold as his hands pulled your thighs to his waist.

“Da-zai” the fall hurt you and the cold contradicted your body heat, making your shiver spread through your entire body. He ignored you again, it was obvious. You liked Chuuya and he would hate you after it. Your thighs tightened around your entrance, his chin lifting just a little to gaze at you. “He doesn´t like you” he stated it coldly, gaze darkened and you rushed in a breath but it was stolen as he pushed his entire length in. He bottomed out and you gripped the edge until you almost slipped when he suddenly pushed back in to hit the spongy part in you. Quickly you gripped his cheeks, mumbling out his name, begging him to go slower. It hurt, the wetness not yet enough to satisfy his brutal pace. “Dazai ple-”

His hand shot to your mouth, shutting it and looking down at you while speeding up even more. Your eyes rolled back when he started pushing your thighs higher and tighter around his waist. His dick was visibly bulging on your stomach and your hands almost fell from his red cheeks. The once silent bathroom was filled with the loud slapping of his hips against your ass and your breathy moans bouncing of the walls. You would guilty if his dick wasn´t digging its form into your cunt. His grunts and moans weren´t loud enough to be heard outside, even your muffled moaning was louder. His stamina astounded you and you felt the heat rush to your bottom as he slapped a hand across it, catching your attention again.

”I´m” His hips seemed to become even more frantic and quicker, the thumb on your clit picking up speed as well and his eyes bored into yours until you shut them and fell back onto the counter. Your tits bounced in your dress, but his eyes didn´t leave your face. You wanted to stare back, win this fight, but your head fell back immediately when you came with a loud scream. Dazai followed quickly after, hips never stopping and riding you through your high and his. Within the same minute, Dazai pulled out of you and grabbed your waist to lift you from the bathroom counter and letting you wobble on your two legs. He seemed like before, suit fixed (as much as he could) and cold stare fixated on you. “What are you doing?” you screeched when he turned your body towards the big mirror, against his chest with your back and a hand on your neck. Cum oozing out of you slowly, while the straps hung from your shoulders.

“This is for you” he grinned again, why-

The door slammed open and in there was Chuuya with the darkest glare you had ever witnessed from him, the door fell off the hinges but Dazai only chuckled when he glanced into the redheads' eyes.

“Hey Chuuya-kun"

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A blessing

Authors note: the pictures with the text will be available on patreon. This is just to show that i really am new to this and working hard on writing and drawing.

Hopefully tumblr wont take it down, the “worse” stuff will be on patreon so i wont get banned and its harder for minors to access.

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A blessing is what they called Toji Zenin. The Zenin Clan was a wealthy and mighty family, but they weren’t referring to them. It was a blessing that someone was willing to take me out of their hands, like it wasn’t arranged and planned the moment they found out. Who would‘ve thought that the Zenins also had a black sheep if you could call him that. Toji Zenin wouldn’t have been my first choice in that matter, their youngest Naoya on the other hand…

The door bursts open and he stalks in blood drenched and out of breath. A quick glance at me and his eyes fall a little, then he stomps to the bathroom. I have to clean up the dirt of the floor and the blood possibly. A gulp to rid the fear and i was on my feet.

Fresh blood was far too easy to scrub of the floor, his clothes probably aren‘t.

I emptied the bloody bucket, dried my hands and walked back to our bedroom.

The door opened the second I had sat down, the heat and the steam rushed out and so did my husband,

toothbrush between his teeth and a tight jaw.

„How has your day been?“ i spoke as confident as possible and his eyes sprung to me at the sudden noise. With a scarred hand he gestured to his mouth with a hint of annoyance. Of to a great start. I averted my eyes, undeniably glancing at his body that was still wet. My eyes then focused on the bathroom door, in which he then disappeared in.

I crossed my legs again until I felt stupid just sitting here and waiting for him to address the situation, knowing he made it clear that it was not to be discussed any further. I doubt he has any emotional issues with this situation, he just seemed annoyed and irritated by all of this. After all both of us met on the day we signed the papers, since neither of us were „worthy“ of a public pompous wedding.

As I was about to storm down and sleep on the couch to get at least some rest, the door creaked open again.

My husband came out now a little more at ease as I could feel in the air.

„Watcha looking at?“ how long had I been staring at his body this time. I felt like a joke, the heat rising to my neck and face.

Under normal circumstances this could have been easier, maybe even romantic.

But he didn’t look like a romantic man at all.

The longer I was thinking about the tense moment, the less my vision caught the nearing chest.

In a second my body hit a wall and my gaze found the light again, starring up at my husband who was leaning over me with his arms above my head.

„What the fuck do you think you‘re doing“ i spat at him, clearly he was not a respected nor respectful man, but if he thought he cou-

„i‘m looking at my wife“ he snarled back, cutting me off.

I snorted loudly, making his smirk deepen and eyebrows rise.

„I am hardly your wife“

„you want to see the papers?“

Asshole.

„you know the ones, you and I signed just-„

„Shut up“

Now he snorted and started chuckling under his breath.

„You know the wedding night usually goes a lot different“ his eyes stared deeply in mine, looking for god knows what until In the lower corner of my eye I could see that his towe-

„your towel“ i said quickly, breaking eye contact again and looking up to his wet dark hair.

„yes?“

„its on the floor“

„I am aware“

The red tint of my cheeks and probably the rest of my body couldn‘t grow deeper.

His hand suddenly landed on the robe I had put on after my bath. He tugged on the hem of it and then let his hand slither down to the strings keeping it together.

„toji“ i murmured, maybe this could make us bond somehow.

„i want you to know that I wanted this marriage just as much as you“

„Not at all?“

With a grin and closed eyes he tugged the strings open and pushed the fabric off, before taking the sight in with hooded eyes.

„Yup“ his hands found my breast quickly massaging them in his rough hot hands.

My hands pushed at his shoulders, slipping along them with the remaining water, until my body was hoisted up in the air and pushed back harshly against the wall.

„Ow“ / „Oops“

Yeah hardly a romantic.

His lips attached to my neck like a magnet and I was left to stare at his hair and muscular back filled with deep scars and recent scratches.

He kissed and smothered the place behind my ear until he bit it just below, leaving a mark probably.

„toji“ the answer was a muffled response.

One hand left my thigh to sink between my legs, almost letting me fall until I squeezed him tighter into me with my legs around his waist.

He suddenly stopped in an instant, one hand resting on my breast, the other above my cunt.

„what?“ he huffed out of breath from leaving marks and bites all over my neck and collarbone.

„I“ my eyes searched for my question around our bodies, both heaving in anticipation and tensing at the cold air that rushed through the window.

His eyebrows still in the crease of his forehead until i shot forward and sealed our lips for the first time.

We had seen each other naked on our first night of meeting, we‘re making out like some teenagers in highschool, but didn’t know a single thing about the other.

I broke from our clashing of teeth and tongue „I forgot what I wanted to say“ he just nodded quick and out of breath before pushing forward again to reconnect.

My head hit the wall again, but this time it didn’t hurt as much. Maybe this isn’t real, and I am sleeping on the couch, or i couldnt bear to see the blo-

A moan escaped my lips unhindered when I felt a finger circling my clit suddenly.

„There you are“

He grinned like a mad man, and let his finger slide down to the opening before dipping his finger in slowly.

„ah“ the gasping from my lips was becoming pathetic, so i tried holding them in only for them to come out louder and more desperate.

„Fuck fuck“ he grunted and i felt his finger leaving me until a warm tip pushed at my entrance.

„toji fuc-„

„You got this“ he lowered my body with a hand on my ass, gripping it to let the tip enter me.

„it won‘t-„ the moan slipped past again and I cursed myself for letting him know what he was doing to me without even trying.

The head pushed slowly in and i digged my nails into his shoulder blades and neck, making him wince almost inaudibly.

„So tight, princess“ his voice tuned out completly as all i could feel and focus on was his dick fighting his way inside of me.

The final stretch went in way more smooth and hurt much less. I sighed in contempt, this felt good and save.

„This isn’t the best way to bond“

He laughed quietly and laid his head on my collarbone, huffing into it and I ran my hands through his hair. I couldn’t contain the tiny smile that formed on my face.

His thumb brushed my clit again, waking me up from my thoughts. He started sucking another mark on whatever place hasn’t been covered before.

His hips pulled back and I felt the drag curse through my lower body, i sucked in a breath and our eyes crossed as I nodded. He pushed in and Toji closed his eyes, dwelling in the moment.

“Move” i slapped his shoulders softly and he immediately pulled back and pushed back in, catching me off guard completly.

The sound of his balls slapping against my ass and our mix of moans and groans ran through the room. My arms pushed his head into mine, our foreheads touching as our lips inched closer to each other.

My eyes found his again and my thoughts for a second almost could paint him as a lover, a kind romantic man that i could’ve fallen for. Until his eyes seemed to darken and before my confusion caught up to my expression he turned us until we fell onto the bed with a loud crack. The skin clapping only intensified and his pace went feral.

The tip kept rapidly hitting a spongy part inside of me, giving me almost enough stimulation to cum but my brain was too unfocused to catch up. I felt my legs fall from his waist, his finger stretching my lower lips before settling on my clit and continuing his assault on it like before. I held my mouth shut to prevent a scream from escaping my throat.

“toji” a whisper he clearly didn’t catch himself as he focused on sucking on the roughened skin of my tit. The fast drive of his hips, making the bed squeak and the pillows fall off. The slight tongue he dragged across my nipple in combination with the neverending pressure on my clit made my breath quicked and my cunt tighten around him, losing all focus and feeling myself cum around him and falling back onto the bed.

His hips on the other end didnt even stutter, if anything they went harsher and rougher any second, my limp body couldn’t keep up with his actions and i tried gripping the sheets for comfort but god it started hurting. I felt myself tighten again and he groaned loudly as he suddenly fell into me and rested his head in my neck.

His breathing started becoming regular and my vision became clear again. Now our sweaty bodies were more apparent to me. God everything is sticky and dis- wait when did he stand up. I was about to get up to clean myself of his cum until a wet towel hit my chest and a tired body fell next to me.

“Clean yourself up”

Yes definitely no romantic.

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