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tteokdoroki · 1 year

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elaborate more i beg

yes i am happy to help

the first time it happens, osamu thinks it’s a fluke.

you’d stayed at his apartment over the weekend, made a mess of his sheets with the amount of times he’d mounted you when he had a moment. being the sweet little thing that you are, you’d taken it upon yourself to throw said sheets into the laundry— humming a sweet song as you go.

his dick, in that moment, is as hard as it’s ever been— stiff in his pants leg as he watches you fiddle with laundry detergents and disinfectants, to find a product that doesn’t irritate his nose. it’s a fluke….it’s not gonna happen again, his dick growing sticky and throbbing with need from just from the sight of you being domestic.

but it happens again, when you leave him breakfast and a note leaving for work before osamu. he feels it, the familiar trickle of heat between his legs as his cock throbs against his leg, lust pulsing through the fat blue veins that decorate his shaft oh so pretty. poor osamu, taking a cold shower before opening shift of onigiri miya doesn’t do the trick— his imagination running wild thinking of you in his shirt, fluttering around his kitchen to make something for your chef boyfriend. you’re so cute, wanting to impress him.

on the drive to work, he can’t help but think about how you’d look even cuter, thighs and ass spread with samu’s mouth on you, spit sloppy on your sweet pussy… his thoughts run way too wild for an early Tuesday morning, and it’s not long before osamu’s pulling into the parking lot, chubby cock in hand— heavy and wet as he slowly starts to palm himself, your name on his lips and precum on his fingers.

“fuckin’ hell baby,” he purrs from deep within his broad chest, the sound echoing through his car along with the wet slap of his fist meeting his thigh, fingers curled around his shaft. osamu digs a thumb into the seedy tip of his cockhead, circling it as his head rolls back, grey-ish and brownish locks matted to his forehead by the beads of sweat rolling down it. “y’just want me t’knock you up, hah? keep ya home all the fuckin’ time, filled up with my cum…”

though osamu mostly mumbles ( moans ) the dirty words to himself, the image of your cunt dripping with his seed tangled with the idea of you you folded over his drier or his counter, mewling out for more of his fat cock. he can’t help but jerk it off to the rhythm that he’d pound you with, his skin sticking to his leather seats, precum staining them too.

“holy fuckin’ shit…!” osamu grunts, not caring who might be pulling up into work, who might be around— his brain foggy with how sweet and domestic you are, how much he wants to fuck you while he cums in hot spurts, white sin tainting his knuckles. “that’s it…fuckin’ fuck…”

he barely hesitated through his post orgasmic haze, snapping a picture of his reddened half hard and cum covered cock to send to you. osamu grins when your reply rolls through, chuckling to himself lovingly.

‘i take it you enjoyed breakfast then, ‘samu <3’

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sinfulaphrodixiac · 10 months

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pegging Dazai in front of a mirror ❤️

mmm i think yes <3

the way he'd look so, so pretty with fat tears on his long eyelashes. he's trembling when you grab him by the chin and force him to watch the way your strap fills him up so nicely.

he's whining your name when you plug him up and grind against his prostate. he's practically keening under your touch when you pull him close to the mirror, making him watch the lewd expressions on his face while he pants and drools and begs to cum.

and when he does, he paints the mirror, eyes hazing while you ask him if he wants to clean up the mess he made.

#❃.inbox #۵.thirsts #im so normal about this #osamu dazai smut #dazai smut #dazai x reader #sub dazai #sub bungou stray dogs #dazai x y/n

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noritoshiikamo · 1 year

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a part of touch starved osamu mess i just want to get out of my head

cw touch starved soft osamu, talk of boners, penetrative sex, dirty talk

osamu miya has few simple but sure set of obsession.

food, his restaurant, his family and every single fucking time he sees you play volleyball. you, a perfectionist, who likes to try and think you are able to hide your ‘workouts’ at home masking as self care didn’t realise that it was just feeding his kink.

if he could ever call it that.

it started monday morning, so simple and innocent as you stretching off your sleep by the bed side. his lazy eyes shot opened as it fell on your back. the defined muscles barely hidden by his old high school sleeveless jersey as you tried to shake off last night’s sleep. nuzzling into the pillow that smelled just like you, he watched as you tied your hair, yawned and leaned forward to stretch further. the bed hadn’t been the kindest on your back and that muffled crack of your joints had you moaning in relief. you turned around, half smile with a flush on your cheeks, “mornin’ baby,” your raspy sleepy voice greeted him like a cup of coffee on a rush hour. his heartbeat were a mess. you leaned to kiss his nose and left for the bathroom. it was baffling how oblivious his wife was to the nuisance she had imposed on him. he knew you were saying something but nothing registered in his head. it has to be a dud because boys’ scout could’ve camp in his short.

on wednesday, osame got the privilege to drop off some food for lunch. he didn’t planned to sponsor the entire’s team lunch, but you’ll always come home with a pout saying one of your teammates had gobbled half of it. happy wife is a happy life, so on this rare occasion, he had hauled his ass, drove an hour away with a trunk full of onigiri and some special bento for you. which also means, he got to see you train. he missed volleyball, maybe for the memories or the people he had play with, but an entire career of it was too handful. his face flushed, feet glued to the floor.

had the uniform always been this short?

the short hugged your ass so well that every time you lowered down to receive a serve, he wondered how the fuck is the material holding up. women’s volleyball had always had the sleeveless jersey but every time you jumped, it turned into a crop top. his mouth dried up as beads of sweat roll off your toned belly. he didn’t realised how long he had been standing there, trays of food in hand until somebody blew a whistle. your eyes finally met. it was pretty how easy you shook off all the ache in your muscle, glowing in happiness as your eyes set on him. you didn’t realised that he knew you too well like the back of his hand, the overwhelmed eyes you made was the same fucking look he craved every time he trapped you with his body down on the bed. samu, t’much, it echoed in his head. you licked your lips, a small smile on your face. osamu blushed. he knew it was for the food, but boy, the walk of shame he had to do down the hall with the food tray low to his waist down the cafeteria was hellish to bear.

saturday came like a breeze. it was your rest day because sunday is game day. osamu, like a perfect partner he is would always took the day off. what’s the point of paying his competent working extra on his day off if he is unable to spend some time with you. “y’kno, they call it a rest day because yer supposed ta rest,” he muttered, watching in annoyance as you unrolled the yoga mat in the living room. with the coffee table pushed aside and some old 90s sitcom rolling on the tv that you both had watched on repeat for the umpteenth time, you stick your tongue out, ignoring your whiny husband’s stare as he nursed his morning coffee.

“i’m just restless. so yoga helps.”

if it was years ago, he would’ve blamed it on atsumu for introducing it to you. but as he brought the cup up to his lips, his body tensed and the coffee started to taste a little bitter than it was supposed to be. because now atsumu is an annoyance for instigating the growing feeling he had as his wife pulled an upward dog. was it upward dog, whatever the fuck the position called but all he knew was his view was no longer the clean house he slaved his years to buy but his wife’s fleshy ass up in the air. his eyes followed like a hawk, from one position to another position. every time your eyes met, you flashed a smile, talking about something that he was sure wasn’t that significant. he promised, when he isn’t throbbing hard behind the kitchen counter, staining his boxer with his pre cum, osamu is a great listener.

he didn’t realise he had moved until you called his name. he was standing behind you, his hands were on your waist as he sort of pinned you down from moving. you were stuck in the position, bending forward palms flat on the floor, unable to lift your legs to complete the downward facing dog split.

“samu?”

his mouth dried up again. “y-your back wasn’t straight enough when you lift your leg. i’ll help.” you shrugged at his words, pleased that your husband wasn’t annoyed but keen to help. you raised your leg and it went up until you were able to support it by his shoulder. it was perfect until something clicked. you cursed.

“samu, you’re an asshole.”

his fingers reached for the elastic of your shorts. “straighten up, ya not holding yer posture correctly,” he muttered nonchalantly, a small spark of naughtiness glinted in his eyes as he pushed your back side lower until it was brushing against his growing bulge. “i would, if you’ll stop brushing your cock against me,” you hissed, watching as his short pooled along his ankles.

he hushed you, spitting lightly along his shaft, tugging lightly before running gently against your slit. you cursed again, bracing your palm against the floor as your arms trembled. the sound he was making wasn’t helping you as it went straight down to your aching cunt. osamu took his sweet time, with you trapped in the position, his other hand kneaded your ass, slowly rutting against your cunt. the friction from the thong and pooling wetness were driving him insane.

“tsumu said that the pose can build yer core strength,” he watched excitedly as your legs trembled every time his tip brushed against your clit, “just focus on ya hands and i’ll take care of the rest, ‘kay?”

the weak sigh and soft okay out of your lips were reassuring that osamu alone wasn’t the one having fun here. he loves it when you submit to his needs, even when it was ridiculous to bear. you always thought you married the sane one. the tv were now on the black screen, prompt of ‘are you still watching?’ appeared as his cock finally slipped in. he could see your twisted face on the reflective screen.

osamu is a sick person in mind.

he was sick for you and the way your cunt kept sucking him in drove him wild. this was his kind of yoga. his thrusts were erratic, your back flushed against his back. abandoned was whatever pose you had earlier, your back were straighter against his chest anyway. he held one of your legs up, spreading it enough to see the reflection of his cock jackhammering into your dripping cunt. another kept your head aside as his teeth marked your neck as his. “match t’morrow, hngh samu,” you gasped, hand up tugging on the hair on the back of his nape but it did nothing but tightened his lips against your skin that were bound to bruise. he released it with a pop, happy as he eyed the stained skin.

“so?”

“fuck you, samu.”

“right,” thrust, “back,” thrust, “at,” thrust, “ya.”

the sound of your skin slapping echoed the space, you could only whimper weakly as you surrendered to the pleasure, his pleasure. he couldn’t care less if you were trembling from high, gushing all over his cock as he powered through your orgasm. your tightened wall massaging his aching cock meant that he just had to fuck you faster and harder.

you cried in pleasure were louder, the neighbour should know his name by now.

he kissed you feverishly, lapping the marks and sweat agains your skin. nibbling on your lobe, licking beads of sweat and tears down your flushed cheeks. he knocking air out of your lung, you swore you could feel his thrusts up to your throat.

“s’good baby, fuck i could stay in yer cunt forever. why ya gotta be so fuckin’ perfect all the time. ya cunt is driving me crazy. fuck fuck, baby i wanna cum so badly. i wanna cum in you. baby ya think i can fuck ya t’morrow and ya do ya thing with cunny full of my cum. fuck baby, i wanna see my cum dripping down your legs.”

his lewd remarks kept on coming and all you could do is nod and beg because who doesn’t want a cunt full of osamu miya. every body does and here you are being the chosen one. osamu miya has few simple but sure set of obsession.

food, his restaurant, his family and every single fucking time he sees you play volleyball and your aching cunt begging for his release.

you heard the fabric of your bra ripped as he yanked it down, releasing the aching breast for his hand to grab a handful. his warm breath echoed against your cold skin, you listened to his pants, deep throaty moan as he chased his release. it was getting rougher, tip brushing against your cervix, beads of his own sweat rolling off onto your shoulder.

he whined, drool dripped over the corner of his lips, “baby.”

“fuck samu, inside please please,” you gasped, head thrown back. there were no reasoning when your husband had set his mind on one thing. he was close. his grip were tighter as if you were about to slip away, his whines were louder and his thrust weren’t easing. you couldn’t help the scream your throat let out as he cum, he was pressed down and tight against your cervix. his thrust were slower, yet sheathed deep longer. he wanted all of him in you. you were going to keep his cum inside.

his praises didn’t fall short. he showered you with kisses, telling you how much a good girl you were and how well you were taking him in. you could feel him in the shape of the bulge against your stomach. once he was down from the high, he set you down slowly on the floor, you rested your chest against his as you both tried to catch a breather.

he finally kiss you on the mouth, gently this time, caressing your cheeks and hair away from your face. in the heat of moment, saturday morning became your favourite day of the week as his lips moved to tell you how much he loved you between the kiss. you reciprocated happily, watching his soft eyes glistened in excitement and content.

the sun’s now up, warming the room, bouncing against his skin so majestically. somehow the tv had resume the show and the miya household were buzzing again. time always stop when you’re with him. you brushed his hair off his sweaty forehead. his eyes were full of love yet he always like to ruin the moment with being an ass.

“fuck, we should do yoga more,” he grinned, planting a kiss on your own forehead as you struggled to catch your breath. your mat were a soaking mess, sticking down against your bare skin as you watched the happy man wobbled happily to the kitchen with his dick swinging, staring into the fridge for some snacks.

in sickness and health, you vowed, smile on your lips grew as you laid down.

that’s your beloved husband.

sunday came like a breeze. it took a lot of running around the house and screaming as osamu chased you down bare naked, threatening to keep his promise. but you countered his threat, holding his phone with finger on speed dial he knew were gonna bring a bigger wrath down to the mankind; mama miya.

you got him out of the house, unscathed with your lover boy pouting all the way to your match.

“ya promise,” he huffed, locking the door every time you tried to escape.

your giggles echoed the car as you nodded. you leaned against him, planting a small innocent kiss against his lobe. the boy froze. “yes, samu. i’ll promise if you keep it,” your hand went down to grab the surprisingly half hard cock through his jeans, “in ya pants, i promise you, i’m all yours this week.”

his brows shot up, “anywhere?”

“anywhere, everywhere.”

“even if in at the shop?”

you tugged his ears playfully, “geez samu, as if we haven’t violated the health code of conduct the first month we got the shop set up.” you walked out together, your bag slung over his shoulder as you laced your fingers together. “on my defense, ya just started the pills and i was popping my raw dogging virginity and ya kept wearing that stupid legging that was so sheer i could see ya panties. no, half of the time ya weren’t even wearing one. you seduced me. case closed.”

you stopped right by the entrance for players only. echoes of shoes and balls bouncing, crowd cheering were getting louder and louder. this is where you had to part ways. osamu looked down on you longingly. “i’m not complaining by the way,” he pulled you closer, “don’t stop seducing me, ‘kay?” he whispered, brushing your nose against his own. you pushed his cap off, nodding happily as you shared a kiss. his onigiri miya cap sat against your head backward. the bag exchanged hands. he fixed your collar, your body ached every time his fingers brushed the bruise he left between the neck and your shoulder.

that’s the setter he fallen head over heels for.

“okay, samu. don’t let omi knows that we fucked on his favourite chair at the shop, i don’t think tsumu could hold him down. i’m too pretty to be a widow.” he mouthed a silent okay before leaning down for one more kiss, for good luck, he would said but no more words needed to be said. he flicked your forehead playfully before pulling away, heading to the entrance to meet up with your family and his brother.

“fuck them up, y/n.”

“i always do.”

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wttcsms · 1 year

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…smth with miya osamu and lipstick smears/marks and the good ol’ “good girl”?

content contains thigh riding, pet names (baby), smooches 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 kinda fluffy actually

no but just thinking about recreating the infamous maison margiela kiss button-down shirt for your boyfriend osamu <3 it starts off as something a little silly, just you constantly reapplying lipstick and pressing firm kisses on a freshly ironed shirt but he comes home early and catches you making his little surprise.

which leads to him taking off his work shirt and immediately putting on the button-down, despite your whines for him not to because how else are you going to finish now?

“you can still finish, baby. no one said ya had to stop.” sitting on the couch, legs slightly spread, grinning like a devil — osamu miya is sin personified, and you’ve always been too weak to resist.

which is exactly how you find yourself straddling your boyfriend, pressing kisses all over the collar of his shirt. he left a few of the top buttons unbuttoned because of course he would. he’s got your tube of lipstick in one of his massive hands, and it’s actually kind of fun because every time you need to reapply, you’ll just pucker your lips or pout and he’s putting it on for you.

you’re not sure who initiates it first, but it’s inevitable. you’re clutching onto the fabric of the shirt, and the lipstick has slipped out of his hands in favor of him gripping your waist instead, and the two of you almost refuse to come back up for air. oxygen is overrated, and nothing is better or more important to you two than kissing each other. you find yourself slowly rocking against one of his muscular thighs, the friction just barely helping in relieving you of the ache in between your legs.

the kisses are wet and sloppy, and when you finally detach just to catch your breath, osamu looks a mess. shirt wrinkled, lips stained, cheeks flushed.

“think we missed a spot. on the shirt.” he points to a blank space underneath the collar before blindly patting down the surface of the couch. retrieving the lipstick tube, he opens it up and knowing what he wants, you happily oblige, letting him reapply it for you. kissing the spot be pointed at, he leans back against the couch.

he takes you in. you’re still (most likely subconsciously) grinding against his thigh, looking so cute with that needy expression and smeared lipstick. he takes his thumb to rub against your lips, contemplating how else he can ruin your makeup, but then you’re sneakily taking his thumb in your mouth, sucking on it just like how you would his cock.

he has some ideas.

#drabble #haikyuu x reader #smut #lemon #imagine #osamu x reader #osamu miya x reader #osamu smut #one shot #wttcsms thirst post night

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antigonenikk · 7 days

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dune 2/no longer human-osamu dazai

#feyd rautha #feyd nation assemble #continuing my tradition of polluting literature tags with my thirst trap posts #i will defend this man with my last breath #feyd rautha harkonnen #dune #dune 2 #web weaving #etc #osamu dazai #knowing that this will reach the weird anime stans cracking my ass up ngl

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kunigmis · 1 year

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it’s not like osamu wanted to fall for you. he purses his lips and averts his eyes whenever anyone even dares to mention the littlest thing about you. hell, it could just be about something you may possibly like—it doesn’t even have to be in direct relation to you.

someone at his onigiri shop happens to mention bubblegum, and he knows for a fact you have a gloss with that particular title. bubblegum plum, he recalls its name now. you would be seated across from him, small pocket mirror out and open in your hand as your other applies a new layer of the gloss. it gives your lips a delicious sheen and osamu is all but maddened by the thought of them wrapped around him.

he noticed an employee at the local 24-hour market restocking the strawberries. they’re red and big and juicy looking, almost as good as you do when dressed in a pair of tight shorts and shirt that hugs your figure just right. he knows they’re your favorite. you eat them whenever they’re an option. there’s a chance to dip them in some whipped cream or chocolate? you’re all over the tasty treat with a greedy hum that sounds a bit too erotic, like you’re a bit too excited. osamu always makes sure to bring some back to his place just for you.

there’s a new episode of your favorite show airing on Friday night? he’s debating on whether or not he should call you up and get you amped up for it’s release. but, he’s a bit too late when you’re blowing up his phone and asking for him to join you. please, ‘samu? it’ll be good! and, who is he to say no to you? he’d rather let his twin win an argument than turn you down. so, he’s clearing his schedule and making sure you would have him all day. he was anticipating you talking about the episode; you loved doing that. the littlest details about the side characters or whether or not a scene played out how you’d imagined it to, if you were expecting such an ending to the episode or not. anything you wanted to talk about, osamu would listen to.

you would gush to osamu about a new show you heard about, asking if he’d like to watch it with you. you’d offer an idea for a new flavor of onigiri, saying how you’re sure it would get people coming in for days on end. osamu was sure it would’ve been him you’d end up with. with all your shared moments and such, but no, he was wrong. you thought of him as a friend—your best friend. because why have him as your boyfriend when you already had atsumu?

yes, you were atsumu’s girlfriend; atsumu’s girlfriend who would squeal when he’d grasp your waist from behind and give you a tickle; atsumu’s girlfriend who would cup his jaw and pull him in for a soft kiss, so soft it was as if you’d think he would break; atsumu’s girlfriend who would push at his shoulder whenever he’d whisper nasty and dirty little things into your ear at the dinner table, having you all hot and bothered and wet in front of his twin brother.

atsumu’s girlfriend who moaned into the pillow of his bed, eyes crossing at the way atsumu’s cock bullied it’s way past your folds. you cried in embarrassment when osamu came in unexpectedly, but it wasn’t his fault! the music you two had playing was loud and he came in to ask you to turn it down! but, instead he’s got an all-too-noticeable hard-on in his pants and his brother offering him a taste of his sweet little girlfriend; c’mon, ‘samu. she’ll like it; she’ll take it.

#ੈ✩‧₊˚ ── nine #₊˚ପ⊹ ── haikyu!! thirsts with nine #haikyu imagines #miya osamu #osamu x reader #osamu smut #miya osamu smut #drabble #haikyu smut #smut #miya twins #hq #hq smut

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angelatsumu · 2 years

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how firefighter!hq eats you <3 [nsfw]

hello my friends <3 the pup is back with some firefighter!hq drabble.

warnings: NSFW, afab!reader, dom! vibes, not well written, but still kinda fun!

engine boys.

engine boys are deliberate when their heads are between your thighs. they’re skillful and accurate with their tongues, flicking your clit just right to have your toes curling and back arching. they’re pulling another orgasm from your dripping heat with their middle and ringer fingers curled slightly, rubbing that sweet spot that has you creaming. they’re skillful at hitting that spot, time after time, after time; it’s what engine boys do best. the stamina that engine boys have is almost terrifying as they pull more than two orgasms from your weeping hole. you’re crying as you’re cumming, begging for a break when their eyes peer up at you from below, a glint in them that has your body reeling. “you know better than to interrupt a hungry man, baby”

atsumu, shoyo, oikawa, iwaizumi, kenma, suna, wakatoshi, tendou, maki

truckies.

truckies eat pussy for themselves, not for you. their tongues are fat as they flatten against your clit, obnoxiously slurping the wetness you have to offer. they’re almost barbaric with how lewdly they moan and grunt into your pussy, hips rutting against the mattress as their fingers swirl your clenching hole. your poor cunt is scissored open with two fat fingers as their mouth suctions to your throbbing clit, “o-oh fuck,” you whimper softly, hands tangling in their hair as they piston their fingers into your quivering cunt. you’re seeing stars, the force of their actions throwing you into the deep end of your orgasm. you’re damn near screaming as your vision goes white, body overheating with the quaking orgasm that overtakes you. he cums as your squirt sheens over his face, fucking his hips into the mattress more as he sloppily licks at your pussy, fingers never stopping their assault on your walls.

koutaro, aone, osamu, aran, meian, issei, kyoutani, kageyama, daichi <333

if you have differing ideas on who is a truckie vs engine boy, please feel free to keep them to yourself. also, i did not include squad guys because i don't really work with them anymore so?

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ashthemadwriter-archived · 1 year

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Are you gonna kiss me or not?

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Pairing: Fem!Dazai X Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

Format: Fic

Warnings: Explicit smut, Porn with a plot, Sub!Dazai, Dom!Reader, Rough lesbian sex, Passionate sex, Praising, Scissoring, Dirty talk, 69 position, Squirting, MDNI

Word Count: 3K

A/n: Here's a thank you gift to you guys for helping me reach 1.1K ;)

"So? How do I look?" The slim woman in front of you gyrated with snobbery, smiling sweetly as she gave you a better look of herself. Her long legs were manifested elegantly, feet covered with a pair of black high heels, exhibiting her smooth buttery skin. The short black dress embraced her breasts loosely, leaving the curves of it peeping from the corner. How did she look? Stunning, breath taking, gorgeous, heart breakingly attractive. You could say all that, any of that; but instead, you smothered all the compliments your had on your mind, sufficing with a simple answer hoping your eyes could speak up for you, so that maybe she could see the clouds of admiration or maybe obsession in them.

"Good. You look good"

She smiled at her reflection in the mirror, sighing as she approached you with coherent steps. She still had her playful smile on, and it looked as tempting as ever. Her face was gorgeous. She was gorgeous.

"Help me take it off?"

Sure, as long as your fingers can "accidentally" make contact with her skin.

Your fingers trailed against her skin as you pulled the zipper down, revealing her smooth skin. You didn't rush things; in fact, you were taking it so long that you made Dazai smile as she watched you in the mirror. She loved how frustrated you became every time she got close to you, and since she was a huge fan of teasing, she never missed an opportunity to mess with your mind.

Clearing your throat, you took a few steps and tried to fight the urge to kiss the back of her neck. "You're done"

"Aww thanks y/n! You're a life savor! Now I can go to my date tomorrow night with the fabulous dress you lent me!"

"Yeah... You're welcome. It's nothing"

She ginned and ran her fingers through her silky brown hair.

"By the way... Can I ask you for another favor? If it's not too much?"

That look on her face... You knew it was not going to be a pleasant favor; but how could you say no to her? To that flawless face of hers?

"Yeah! Sure!"

"You're not even going to ask what it is? Haha. You like me that much y/n-Chan?"

Instead of answering her, you just looked into her hazel eyes and smiled softly. That was the only thing you could do.

"Ok then! I'm staying the night here!"

Oops.

***

The current position would definitely teach you a lesson.

You pressed your eyelids on each other, caging your breath in your lungs. Dazai was lying beside you on your bed, wearing nothing but a lacy pair of lingerie which she claimed she was gonna wear tomorrow night on her date. Apparently she was too lazy to walk to her apartment, so she wanted to stay the night here, with you, in your room, next to you, semi naked.

If only a thunder could strike you right through your heart at the moment.

"Ahhhh your bed is so comfy y/n!" She yawned while stretching her arms. "I'm not making you uncomfortable am I? I'm just used to sleeping in my underwear, I can't go to sleep if I have more clothes on. I can sleep on the couch if you want me too!" "No it's fine. I'm fine"

Yeah, I'll probably have a heart attack in a few seconds, but other than that I'm totally fine.

"Ok then! Goodnight y/n!" "Good night Dazai"

And finally, silence filled the room.

For the next few minutes, nothing happened. Just you being drowned in your clouded mind and her being... quiet. It was actually weird how quiet she was. You knew she had a hard time going to sleep at nights. Was she so tired that she fell sleep immediately?

A small poke on your back proved you wrong.

"Y/n..." Her voice was husky, whiney, adorable. And her face and those sparkling eyes of hers...

"I can't sleep"

"Well, what do you want me to do?"

"Hug me"

She sounded sincere, but that didn't keep your eyes from getting wider.

"What?"

"Uh... I'm cold... So cold... Can't sleep like this... Pretty please?"

No. The correct answer to her question was no. You should have thrown her out a while go. No, you shouldn't have agreed to help her out for her upcoming date in the first place; but you made it this far, a few more steps wouldn't hurt any more than that, would they?

At least you can do something for your own sake, for once.

Dazai sank in your embrace once you opened your arms for her. She laid her head on your boobs, sighing peacefully as a calm smile found its way to her face. She didn't bother to break eye contact though, and nor did you. The only change made between you was your hand slowly caressing her cheeks.

Both drowning in each other's gaze, you let out a heavy breath and she leaned toward your hand more, drunken by the delightful sensation of it; and your hand was too kind to refuse her, even though it landed on the wrong spot this time.

You were too immersed in her intoxicating charm that you forgot about everything. How wrong it was for her to be here, how wrong it was for you to be dangerously close to her like this; but your mind was too numb too care now. All you could see was how her eyes shone under the streetlights coming through the window, and how soft and pastel her lips appeared under the touch of your fingertips.

Oh god. I think I'm gonna faint.

Maybe Dazai did sensed this, because the second this thought slipped through your mind, you felt her warm hand landing on your cheek. She started gently rubbing the soft flesh, heating it up more as if her hands were not warm enough to do the job.

Fucking liar. You're not cold.

But... Were you really not satisfied with how things turned out in the end?

A small peck on your thumb pulled you out of your thoughts, making you face her stare pointing at you. Her smile was gone and the look in her eyes was... thirsty. She looked as frustrated as you were, and it did made you feel good.

"Y/n..."

She leaned her forehead on yours, breathing heavily as she pressed her body on you.

"Y/n...?" "Yeah...?" "Why are you hesitating?..."

Why are you hesitating to drown me in infatuation?

"I... What about your date tomorrow?" "There's no date tomorrow, silly"

"What?"

You're voice gets a bit louder, but not enough to express your stun.

"What do you mean there's no date?" "I was just trying to make you jealous, that's all"

You would have pulled her hair if she didn't look that pretty.

"Are you kidding me?" "I'm not! I don't have a boyfriend! That was just an excuse to see you tonight"

Her giggles were music to your ears, but it was still upsetting how she played you all this time. Although you couldn't really be mad, when Dazai actually confessed that she was trying to catch your attention.

"You... You're unbelievable..."

"I'll take that as a compliment" She smirked and caressed your cheek once more. "So... Are you gonna kiss me or not?"

Before falling for her, you had always known that Dazai, was a real fucking menace. She was just a whore, sleeping around with every guy she had a chance with, only to leave them alone in bed the next morning. You were the only person who didn't give in to her, and that was just because of her stupid manipulation. You were sick of her games.

She's a big fat red flag. You should push her away and choke her to death; and maybe you will, if she doesn't behave well.

Dazai expected your first kiss to be quick. She expected you to shy away from her and let her be in charge, so she was surprised when you suddenly rolled and got on top of her, silencing her gasp by slamming your lips on hers.

The kiss was passionate, hungry, and somewhat rough. You were devouring every inch of her lips you could reach, hands roaming around her body, tracing over the lace of her panties. Dazai parted from you to catch her breath, but she had you thirst over her for too long, and you still hadn't got enough of her taste, so you caught her lips again, biting the bottom one and enjoying the sound of her delightful moans.

When you finally pulled away, she panted for breath as she looked into your eyes. She never thought you would be this good at kissing.

"Get on top of me" "...Ok"

She hadn't seen this side of you before, but she couldn't deny how much she liked it.

After both of you getting undressed naked, she slowly got on top of your head, sinking down carefully until she felt your warm breath tickling her crotch; but as you were about to have a taste from her, she started pulling your panties down while bending on your body, planting a kiss on your inner thigh.

So she's playing this game now huh.

Guess I'll have a chance to show off my skills.

She started making out with your cunt, almost making you moan immediately; but you took your time, slowly kissing her clit to her entrance. You could feel her body tense up and lean closer to your mouth, but you still didn't give in, sufficing with kissing her clit, only a bit longer this time. You heard her hissing and dipping her tongue inside of you to earn at least a whimper, but you turned out to be a tough nut to crack.

Still, you couldn't lie about how good she actually was at licking pussy; But she still had a long way to reach you.

Dazai gave up on receiving anything from you and focused on making you feel good, so she was stunned when your tongue suddenly embraced her bud, sucking on the soft flesh hardly.

Blood rushed through her cheeks as she whined loudly, pushing herself more into your mouth, greedy for more. You closed your eyes and started exploring her vagina with your muscle, delighted by the enormous amount of arousal covering her.

"Fuck you taste good, no wonder men can't get enough of you"

Dazai wanted to respond to you, perhaps with a flirty comeback, but she was too busy choking on her breath to do so.

You gripped her hips while sucking on her clit again, removing your tongue from it to slip it inside of her. Your fingers started rubbing on her clit, not too fast to make her come immediately, but enough to earn louder moans from her. She was trying, so hard, to lick you off to; but she just couldn't keep a steady rhythm.

"Fuck y/n! Y-you never told me how goo-ah!"

Something was inside her again, though it was not as warm and flexible as your tongue, it was longer and could reach a sensitive sweet spot. Your tongue was still on her, just a bit higher, sucking on her clit again.

Dazai was feeling dizzy. She could feel blood rushing through his veins and her heart racing, slamming itself to her thorax. She had never felt like this before- never this close, never this intimate, never this weak. She was absorbing all the warmth radiating from your body. She could feel her cervix drawing closer and closer, and it was way too different from all the experiences she'd had so far.

"Y/n..." She mumbled.

"Y/n!" She moaned.

"Y/n fu- a-ah- fuck!" She screamed, holding your legs tightly, releasing her cum on your face. The sloppy sounds of her arousal dispersing out of her entrance drove her crazy. She couldn't hold back anymore. Tears painted her cheeks as she cried out for breath, feeling overwhelmed by her explosive orgasm. Meanwhile you kept your mouth open, chuckling as you let her arousal land on your tongue, proud of yourself with the satisfying outcome.

When she was finally done, she didn't stop shivering. She stayed down there for a few seconds, then got off you, turning around so she could see your face which had turned red from how she was suffocating you with her pussy.

"Are... Are you ok?..."

Dazai looked... vulnerable.

Her eyes were glassy, her face was red-from both embarrassment and her release-, she looked surprised, worried, everything at the same time.

She looked extraordinarily beautiful.

And she was here, with you, on the verge of breaking apart.

She was finally yours.

You pulled her down and kissed her for the one hundredth time that night, emptying your mind with all the nights you both spent on different beds but in each other's dreams, and filling it up with her blood, her cum, her tears, her. Arms wrapped around each other, you rolled on the bed, tongues battling for dominance. Tears didn't stop falling from her eyes, even though she had them closed shot. Her tears were hot, like her body, her passion, her every gesture. You kissed her eyes and she cried. You kissed her cheeks and she whimpered. You kissed her chest, right on her heart and she gripped your hair, pulling you back up again. You kissed her on the lips and she kissed you back just as hungrily as you did, making up for all the times she had you becoming frustrated over the gap between you.

She was so close, you could feel her breaking apart in your arms and her tears never stopped falling, but she didn't want to let go. She has never ever wanted to stay so damn much in her entire life.

Maybe this was the pleasuring end she was hoping to achieve through her attempts of suicide, and there she was, finding it here, with you.

"I need to- to make you come too- please, y/n"

"Shhh…. It's ok honey. It's ok"

Placing one last kiss on her wet eyelashes, you exhaled largely as you adjusted yourself on her, positioning your womanhood on hers.

She wrapped her arms around your neck, kissing you gently this time, almost as gentle as the way you rubbed yourself on her.

"Oh!"

"It feels nice..."

"Don't stop please"

"I will never stop" You kissed her forehead affectionately.

Pushing up into each other, you both moaned softly as your clits made close contact again. She smiled at the sight of the string of your cum attached to each other due to your crotches rubbing on each other.

"Huh! That's so fucking hot..." "I know, right, love?"

"Call me that again" She didn't sound cheerful as she was a few hours ago, she sounded needy, but still adorable enough for you to give in.

"I love you so much, pretty girl. I'm sure you already know that"

"Oh god" She dug her nails in your back. "More, tell me more"

"I love you so fucking much Osamu. So much that I can't sleep at nights because my mind always comes up against a stumbling block; and that block is always you. I love you so much that I applied at your job, only to be able to see you everyday. I love- you- so much- that- fuck-"

Wet, hot pussies slamming on each other, you lost control of your words, tightening your grip on her as you speeded up. She pushes up into you, to feel your clit rub on hers. You let lust overcome you, giving in to the euphoria gifted by her body. You both whined and ground on each other, helping your orgasm clear its way out. She threw her head back and moaned louder than before, shivering as she desperately kept rubbing herself on you.

It. Just. Felt. Too. Good.

"Oh fuck. I'm gonna-"

"Me too-"

"Come for me. Come for me pretty girl. Let me- Ah- Hear that pretty voice of yours again"

You felt closer each time you slammed your juicy pussy on hers, and you still couldn't get enough"

"Harder! Harder! Fuck!" She cries out again, body quivering as her orgasm also drew closer.

Close, closer, almost there, and finally.

When she was about to scream again, you crushed her lips with yours, moaning as loud as her, but in her mouth. Your mixed groan sounded so hot, but the hotter thing was your cum decorating each other's pussy. The kiss lasted for almost a minute, before you crashed next to her, gasping for breath.

"You can still lend my dress" You said between your pants.

"I told you idiot, there's no date"

"There's a date" You tilted your head toward her and smiled. "A date with me"

Dazai giggled as she kissed your cheek. "So you're finally asking me out?"

"I am. If I keep dragging my feet others will steal you away from me before I can even realize. Wear that dress for me Love, and maybe we'll end up here at my house, in the middle of the night, again"

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cqthqrtic · 2 years

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C, M, N for Fyodor and Dazai please?

warnings: cum talk, possessiveness, fyodor being a jerk, breeding kink, degradation, dazai being gross.

a/n: not a fan of how fyodor’s pieces turned out. sorry for the long wait, i was feeling burned out. i also forgot to do N :’) i’m so sorry😭😭

dazai osamu.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Dazai’s cum is on the thinner side in terms of consistency but he cums a lot. It gets everywhere too, it’s almost appalling. It’s a little sticky too and has a bitter aftertaste. It honestly doesn’t taste good at all so he doesn’t get upset if you spit it out. Honestly, Dazai prefers to see his cum on you anyways. He really likes cumming on your ass, face, and stomach. It makes him feel all smug and he thinks it’s cute when you ask him to cum on you!

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Dazai gets atrociously horny when you call him words like gross, pervert, creep, etc. Something about your snarky yet teasing tone, your glare, and his desire to see how you would react when he does something that will really disgust you. He regularly thinks of eating his own cum out of your cunt, knowing you’ll be sniffling and calling him a creepy perv later. He thinks about spitting in your mouth while railing you in a mating press, only for you to call him a sick freak afterwards. Thinking about what sort of names you’ll call him in response to his degeneracy gets him hot under the collar. Dazai really loves being a degenerate sicko for you, especially because he knows that you love it too.

fyodor dostoyevsky.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Fyodor cums a decent amount. Not too little, not too much. Consistency wise, it’s a lil on the thicker side and feels almost gelatinous. It doesn’t have that strong of a taste. It’s definitely bitter but it isn’t terrible. Fyodor gets very sleepy after he cums. Like this man needs a 5 minute breather after he pulls out or he will fall asleep. Speaking of pulling out, Fyodor will not do that! His breeding fetish is unrivaled; he will push the blunt head of his cock gently against your cervix and fill you up until it leaks out. And as much as he wants all of his cum to stay inside of you, Fyodor has to admit that the sight of his cum smeared on your inner thighs is quite pretty.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Fyodor gets very turned on by possessive behavior. He likes when you get a lil mean, a lil (read: a lot) clingy, a lil touchy. Nothing gets him harder than the moments when your nails dig into his skin as you glare at other people you perceive as threats. He especially likes it when you start crying from your jealousy. He may laugh at first, but he’ll comfort you soon enough. Hopefully.

#i wrote this while watching serial experiments lain lol #fyodor🪐#dazai🪐#thirsts #ask games #bsd #bsd smut #bsd x reader #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #fyodor smut #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader #fyodor x reader #dazai osamu #dazai osamu x reader #dazai x reader #dazai smut

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miyazas · 2 years

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What gets better with age? Men. What’s the best type of man? Your rich boss.

Boss!Iwaizumi who’s training college students to become athletic trainers, though he loves everyone in the class, he has a soft spot for you, his sweet little intern. You, who comes to the class everyday 15 minutes early. You, who watches him with big eyes when he tells the class about his time with the Olympic team when everyone else in the program starts to get bored. You, who always emails him late at night because you get nervous asking him questions in person, he’s just so big he practically dwarfs you, who wouldn’t be nervous. He can’t help but send you smiles and winks when he catches you staring at his bulging arms when he's showing off gym equipment to the group or send you small touches when you two are the only ones in the area. Once the internship is over maybe he’ll grow the courage to ask you on a date, teach you a few tips and tricks he’s learned over his many years.

Boss!Osamu who has hired you as his assistant since his last one retired. Who thinks you're absolutely stunning and he’s definitely too old for a pretty thing like you. You were the package deal, beautiful and a hard worker and he never wanted to to feel uncomfortable so he didn't try anything, simply watching from afar. That was until he hears you standing up for him from the nasty teens that came in for food and instead wreaked havoc. How, the salt and pepper hair that covers his body is normal and his chubby stomach doesn’t make him any less hotter than his famous twin brother, in fact he’s ‘hotter.’ So despite his age, few have ever said that and hearing it from you, he blushes. He gets bolder over time, sending you a small smirk, holding the small of your back when you two are the only ones in the kitchen, showing off his strength when he lifts multiple food crates. He can’t help it, he loves the way you blush and bite the insides of your cheeks.

#[❤︎] — thirsts #I was gonna write single dad Atsumu but I couldn’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout Osamu #PUSHING THE CHUBBY OSAMU AGENDA #hq iwaizumi #hq osamu #haikyuu x reader #osamu x reader #osamu x you #osamu x y/n #iwaizumi x you #iwa x reader #iwa x y/n

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noritoshiikamo · 1 year

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cw touched starved osamu (sort of), female receiving, mention of overstimulating, intercourse and osamus boner

your face would almost always flushed every time the question was brought up. it almost bound to happen even if you’re just a girlfriend to his less famous twin brother. you are not that big as well, except you are the country’s primary setter. but the question would not stop comming.

“why miya osamu, not atsumu?”

you could think of all the reason in the world. he’s a better cook, kept the house clean and the fridge full, he’s a wing spiker and good one as well, even after years of quitting. that’s always a win to you, you always have someone to set to on the winter break– he made your moves perfect down to the tee. he’s a mommy boy, never need to be told what to do or how to do; he just knew you like the back of his hand.

hand, your cheeks warmed up.

his hand– you don’t know where to start.

he has a thing or a need; he loves the littlest of your skin to be touching him. holding hands while he drives, brushing against the littlest skin showing off your waist while you sleepily try to make the coffee machine in the morning work, brushing strays off your cheeks as you took him out to the team’s event. he looks cold, shy but with you, once the smirk grew on his face, you could never wipe it away.

you’re always at his mercy when his lips landed against the skin where your shoulder and your neck met, sending jolts down your spine. he likes to trick you; intertwining your hands together only to pin it up so he had the whole access to your body. his eyes roaming undressing you with his bored grey eyes before his hands does. he plays dirty, lips against your neck sucking hard you swore it would break. warning you to always keep your eyes on him as he eats you out, or he will make sure that all eyes are on you when you go to training neck full of his bruises.

“you can do it,” he hummed again your clit, feigning support.

you would rather die that hold his gaze as he ravished you like his last meal. hoarse tongue along the lips before sucking on your bud. trained you to take four at least until all you can do is dug your heels deep in the bed with tears down your cheeks. he loves the pleas, the way his name only comes out as osa, choking on your own moans and spit. he didn’t get why you always fight against him. he just wants to make you cum. your stamina is nothing against his own, he will flick his tongue against your clit for hours if god let him be. until you were so exhausted that when he pushed his cock inside you there was just a weak soft sigh of pleasure out of your lips.

he loves all the pretty sounds you made. you were never loud, always so polite with the pleases and yeses. you never had to do anything but be his pretty pillow princess, writhing underneath him as he sheathed himself so deep it bruised your cervix. when nothing comes but some gargling, choking noise, he’ll take pity, speeding up until all was left in the room was the sound of his skin slapping against yours and your whimpers. he’s so polite he will make sure you’ll come first before him, multiple of time.

“he’s prettier, i guess,” you forced a smile, hopping that the camera wouldn’t intensified how flushed your cheeks were. you felt wet, not by just the thoughts but you could feel the cum he had carefully mentioned to keep it all in starting to seep out. he would be watching, happily tending to his small shop with this interview in the background and an ego as big as his brother. would it be that bad, you wondered, thinking of how nice would tonight be when you return home. a smile on his face as osamu tended to his cup of tea with a growing erection hidden behind the counter ready to fill you up again. there’s my good little girl, even as a thought, he could make you shivered.

oh, you can’t just wait to go home.

#so basically i got covid so im not allowed to go to work #ive been thinking about osamu so unhealthily someone jail me #writing: thirsts #osamu miya smut #osamu miya x y/n #osamu miya x you #osamu miya x reader #osamu miya drabbles #haikyuu smut #haikyuu drabble #hq x reader #hq imagines #writing: hq #touch starved osamu

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