soukoku one shots✨

double the trouble, double the fun

requested by : @shoyoutheworld21

back from a hiatus because it's been exam period for me

this is written during exam period so it might not be as greatly written but hey! i hope yall would still enjoy it :)

summary : There's a sacred 3D printer in the Port Mafia's basement... playful Dazai decided that since it could print anything 3D, why don't he try to print himself?

basically- Dazai's plan goes wrong and another, hotter Dazai pops out and steals Chuuya's attention?

the only way to get the fake Dazai to disappear is to have sex with him. he ain't going to have sex with himself, so why don't he have sex with himself through Chuuya?

WARNINGS : smut, nsfw, comedy, slight angst. (won't be too angsty i promise but i hope it'll at least get you emotional), threesome. 

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thump thump thump-

heavy footsteps echoed through the hallway as a certain ginger sighed. rubbing his head tiringly, he hated how he had to be the one to deal with this. because... seriously? the break in in the port mafia's rarely used basement has got business with an executive like him?

the ginger sighed as he continued down the hallway leading towards the dark and dusty basement. it's pretty obvious who broke into the port mafia's headquarters this easily. he had to have the audacity to break in and to risk breaking into such a useless basement instead of wanting to steal weapons or even data of the port mafia.

it only leads to that one person-

that stupid mackerel and his shitty, bold ass-

dazai osamu.

chuuya really doesn't understand why he has to deal with his bullshit. it's not like the stinky bastard breaking in was a big deal. it's not like he didn't come inside the port mafia headquarters numerous times. it's not like he needed to be the one to ask him to leave. chuuya really suspects that his boss had certain grudges against him or was being an abnormal monster.

maybe his boss is a sadist? because mori seems to love to see how chuuya suffers with the highly annoying brunette who would pester him so far until he could feel all his brain cells dying just from seeing that man's face.

but of course- he could always decline such a job ordered to him. it was simply unreasonably unnecessary for an executive to do such a ridiculous errand but since it was boss's orders, the ginger would never go against it. no matter how absurd it may be.

"ehm, ehm" chuuya let out tiny coughs due to the dust flying all around the room as he opens the basement door. the dust must have gotten into his nose and eyes as he could feel the stinging pain in them as he uses his hands to flail the surrounding dust away.

how long has it been since someone last entered here? this basement was pretty much designed to be a bomb shelter. it was also the home to the weirdest and most useless facilities or mechanisms. most of them were made and designed by the infamous motojiro kaiji.

chuuya had never once approved a single creation of kaiji's, because the brown haired man had the most insane and crazy ideas, chuuya always wanders what is swirling inside his brain.

chuuya proceeded on to trudge down the long flight of stairs which finally led to a even more dusty space of the basement, causing him to let out more wheezy coughs. his ears peered open as he noticed certain rummaging noises echoing through one of the lighted rooms at the far corner of the hallway.