-Dazai x Fem!Reader-
(Trope:Friends to Lovers)
Content may contain mentions of sexual/suggestive actions, violence (including abuse), language, suicide, and concerns around mental health
Ever since the Mafia days,here you were in the Armed Detectiv...
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Second Person POV
Sitting there on Dazai's bed as your gloves hands grazed over the cotton sheets, it smelled like him. Oaky, homely an maybe a hint of cinnamon too. Though there was this growing pit in your heart fluttering it felt like some typical highschool romance drama, the way Osamu Dazai looked right at you. How those kisses felt way different. Hickey's decorating your neck there was more meaning to them as usual he would do things out of pleasuring the both of you.
"Thinking to much?"Dazai spoke snapping you out of your thoughts seeing him in a grey dress shirt unbotton revealing the freshly wrapped bandages around his chest and neck areas.
"You look beautiful though."He whistled out taking the spot next to you on his bed as he dried his hair ruffling it with the towel doing a bad job. "Here I'll do it."Snatching it out of his hands plopping yourself right on his lap leaning forward you gently ruffled his hair dry properly. "Don't." Warning him as he poured moving his hands away from you exposed sides, wearing but a training bra since someone didn't do his washing. "I could give you my shirt wouldn't want you to freeze, you know?"Leaning himself into your right shoulder his fingers tracing your neck line over the purple-red bruises.
Humming in content feeling your fingers detangle his hair running through each chocolate brown strand, handling it as the finest silk. God had chosen favourites that's for certain when creating. "And let you wear your work shirt to sleep? No way have some hygiene and decency, Osamu." Removing yourself off from him discarding the towel into the washing basket, grabbing his tv remote turning it on before laying on the otherside of the bed.
"It's like 2 am but I want to binge watch something before I go to sleep."Stretching your body out "Well if that's what you want Darling."Laying down right next to you placing his hand right on your thigh watching you flicker through Netflix eyes seeking for a show or movie to watch.
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Dazai tried to converse with you throughout watching the movie but would only receive half hearted answers right back. Though he saw how fixated you were eyes would light up at some scenes or when there was a man with jaw dropping and impeccable looks. He would pout though as you laughed patting his head. "Y/n, can we rest or at least stop watching the movie." He pleaded out wanting you to fixated on him. "Another movie we can ago to sleep-" Shifting himself on top of you as he firmly hold your arms in place taking the control away from you chucking it somewhere.
"Nope your gonna sleep or will do something else." Eying him trying to squirm out form his hold moving his hand up to your wrist. Pinning them up above your head, his now free hand slid up to your neck to your jaw lifting it up. He leaned down lips brushed onto yours, the kiss was sensual and more meaningful emotion poured into it. Humming in satisfaction nibbling your lip, not helping yourself to whimper a little as he took this as a chance to slip his tongue in. Melting like puddy in his touch until he pulled back looking down at you with drowsy eyes.
"I was jealous when Chuuya hugged you like that, to be honest I thought that I was the one who should hold you in my arms the way he did." Moving his hand to brush aside a strand of hair behind your ear than tracing his finger along the craving of your jaw to your very chin down to your neck. "What if I say it was on purpose." Murmuring back, letting go of your wrists he trails his hands down your body "Than I'll show you that your mine."Dipping his head down between your thighs. Now tracing over the fabric of where a faint scar from a very long time ago.
"Do remember when I gave this to you?"He asked removing the sweat pants off forcing you to sit up, looking at the initials that were etched into the skin of your thigh. Gulping a little from nervousness you sure did recall the night he did. "I remember clearly taking the knife lightly cutting my initials into your skin it was enough to draw a little bit of blood and make it scar. What would you feel if I did it again?"He asked leaning over to his bedside table, hair tickling your exposed thighs as grabbed out a small craving knife.
"If your not comfortable or don't want me to continue say something. Your pleasure is mine as well, My Love."Kissing the old scar bringing your cheeks to flush a little giving you doe eyes. "I-Please go ahead, Osamu."His name slipping out of your mouth like fine liquor or more like sweet poison. "Alright, tell me when to stop." He hummed grazing the coolness of the blade onto your skin before bringing its point slowing pace. Digging the sharp tip over tracing the 'O' whipping your thigh when a little blood would come out.
Throwing your head up to look at the ceiling, you swore that you were seeing stars at this point. His thumb grazed over the first initial kissing it then moving over to work on doing the next one, your hand threading through strands of his hair as he did. "Done."He discarded the knife rubbing his thumb ain't the last initial, placing a kiss on top of it. Pushing himself back up, shifting himself closer lips attached to yours eyes fluttering closed tasting the hunger and lust as he bit down on your lower lip.
Letting out a small groan while slipping his tongue in one hand placed on your hip while the other went up your thigh. His fingers play with the fabric of the boxers you has on.
"Do you want me to continue?"Huskily whispering into your ear leaning in, placing kiss on the shell of your ear humming in satisfaction. "Osamu, please continue." He grinned at your answer slipping a finger in, enveloping your lips with his. You moan into his mouth at the pleasure of his fingers working at you, thrusting in and out at gleeful pace adding another one in, holy shit. Body grown so used to this sensation but it felt so rekindled every single time as he the right spot so well making your legs shake a little. Parting lips away, breathing was so erratic moaning out more and more, seeing that shit eating grin grow more.
"Osamu."Breathing out managing to get a breather his lips still ghosting on top of yours "Tired now, Love?"Bringing his hand from your hips to your cheek bringing your face closer, kissing softly on the jawline to the cheek.
Removing his soaked fingers, cleaning his fingers off and helping you dress back up. Hands cupping each cheek placing a kiss on the crown of your head thumb grazing gently over your cheek. "You did so well, My love you can rest now."He whispered pulling your down to bed switching the bedside light off you burried your head into the crook of his neck. Your leg wrapped around his waist while he wrapped and his arm around you as intertwined his hand into you.
He hummed quietly feeling yourself dosed right off immediately hearing him whispering something but couldn't quite make out what he said. "One day I'll tell you that I love you, take you on a nice date show you that your the only woman I actually had my eyes on the whole time." He whispered knowing you already dozed off happy that you didn't hear those words yet.