A Chuuya x Dazai fic
Written by Calc1f3r
It's supposed to be a mafia and teacher fic in one so enjoy
I wrote this as a joke for my friend and I'm uploading it cause it's funny. I tried to write it in that Wattpad style so please read. ALSO DONT COME...
Dazai pov I still can't get Chuuya's warm lips touching mine out of my head. It's been so long since last I saw my love. "Hey Dazai we have chemistry today right *cough cough*" My roommate says "Yeah." I smile I can't wait to see Mr. Nakahara's fat ass. Red fills my face as I picture is his cute face staring at me.
*** Walking into the class where my hot teacher is. I notice an unfamiliar face sitting on my teachers desk. "Welcome class," the professor spoke "Today we have a new transfer student from Russia." "You can call me Fyodor." The new student spoke as he walks towards my way "Oh hi babe," the Russian says licking his lips "you know your a positive and I'm a negative because we attract." "Pfft. *cough cough*" Akutagawa chokes "Whats the matter baby." Fyodor responded "Nothing just choked." Akutgawa says trying to play off it off as his lung disease.
The grease monkey filled hair man sat down in front of me and gave me wink. His eyes meet mine, dark and soft, velvet and embers. The silent room fills with the sexual tension between the Russian and I. Forgetting about my own relationship Chuuya looks at me with a grim expression. "Dazai would you be as kind as to quickly grab my charger for me as I have left it in the staff room." He says dangling his keys in front of me. The is definitely a hint of jealousy coming from his stare. "No worries Mr. Nakahara." I say squinting back at him. Now standing I grab the keys out of his porcelain fingers and walk towards the staff room.
I wish he didn't look at me like that. I was just having a little fun. I rattle the keys to find the one that fits the lock of the staff room door and remember the last time he gave me that look. That night he did not hold back. He first bit my lower lip but it was soft. One of his arms was around my waist keeping me in place, while the other started unbuttoning the buttons on my jeans. He thrusted in and out, breath after breath. He wanted to assert his dominance over me.
I walk in and the first thing I see is the charger that he sent me out to retrieve followed by a photo of another man with the marks of Chuuya's lips on the frame. I yank Mr. Nakahara's charger off of his desk and head back to the room were he is teaching.
As I walk though the corridor I ponder about all the memories we had. The door slams behind me as I walk into the classroom. "Here's your charger sir." I say in a Micheal Jackson tone (like when he says hehe it's kinda goofy so he's saying it like when he had those magic mushrooms) "Oh yeah thanks for that Dazai." The orange haired man says. "No problem." I say walking out of the classroom, planning to go back to my dorm. "Where are you going?" Chuuya responsed to my plan of leaving the class. "Class hasn't finished yet." A fierce spark fills the air. "I have to do something urgent right now and I would like to leave the premise immediately as my situation will not get better just standing here." I speak sarcastically. "Dazai I think we need to talk." The man in charge demands. "Sure. But like I said I really need to get going." I walk out of the classroom not looking back. He's such a hypocrite.
Authors notes 😝 I hope you enjoy this fic there is still gonna be a lot of chapters left Thx for the fan art babes 💋
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