Molly's Fics Cause she Refuses to Read Them on Ao3

You Get Me So High

Watching Dazai smoke has always been something that Chuuya enjoyed, whether he was smoking a cigarette or a blunt, whichever it was, it always has him pressing his legs together, watching as his mouth closes around it.

As he watches he feels himself become intoxicated, he doesn't understand why but it feels like it. He hasn't smoked anything, he prefers to just watch as Dazai does it, no matter how much the other begs and whines for him to join in on the fun.

"You're staring at me again." Dazai mutters, he's rolling a new blunt, Chuuya notes, watching as his skilled fingers roll it so quickly yet neatly, "it's hard not to." He retorts, grinning.

Dazai hums, licking at the blunt wrap, "I don't understand what's so therapeutic about watching me smoke." The redhead rolls his eyes, "can you shut up and just get on with it." The brunet shoots a smile at the other and begins to light up the blunt, he takes a long drag from it, inhaling it deep into his lungs, his face is relaxed, his shoulders sag in relief it seems as he exhales.

Chuuya watches in awe, his breath caught in his throat watching as Dazai inhales and exhales so beautifully, he feels himself becoming high himself, his mind isn't connecting that second hand smoke is happening, but he feels himself become high as the room begins to fill with smoke.

Chuuya stands up from the couch he's on, walking over to where Dazai's legs are spread wide open over the couch. He's sure to watch out for the lit blunt resting on Dazai's right leg, instead going to his left and sitting. The position isn't the most comfortable but it'll do for now, as long as he's close to the other is enough to satisfy his need for him.

"Finally coming over here instead of just watching?" Dazai questions, placing his left hand on his waist, grounding him. He doesn't get a response from the redhead, "do you want a drag? You used to always smoke back then."

Chuuya shakes his head no, a lazy smile crawling on his face as he watches the other's lips move, forming sentences that he doesn't hear.

"Are you listening?" Dazai asks, bringing the blunt to his lips and taking one last drag from it, he reaches forward, likely to put it out, then he's leaning backward into the couch. His eyes search Chuuya's face and he shakes his head, he cups the redhead's jaw and pulls him down so that their lips connect.

Chuuya wakes up from his senses, feeling his lungs being filled with smoke from the kiss, he pulls back quickly when he feels as if he's drowning in the kiss. He feels the brunet's chest heaves with laughter, "are you okay?" Dazai asks in between laughs, he moves his right hand down to the redhead's waist and begins to close his legs so that Chuuya can sit on his lap and not uncomfortably on one leg, "Chuu-Chuu," he whispers.

Chuuya seems to snap out of whatever daze he was in and glares at the other, "you did that on purpose." Dazai shrugs, uncaringly, "I did." He confirms, placing a wet kiss on Chuuya's cheek. The redhead grimaces at the kiss and pushes away from the other, "ew."

Dazai laughs again, "can you do me a favor and roll me another one?"

"You're not even done with that one." Chuuya retorts, pointing to the unfinished blunt sitting on the ashtray. "I don't want that anymore, I want you to roll one just for me. You can do that for me right?" Dazai lays his head on the crook of Chuuya's neck, placing kisses there.

"Okay! Just stop kissing my neck!" Dazai smirks at the outburst, he removes his hands from Chuuya's small waist, allowing him to turn his body so that his back is against Dazai's chest, from there he reaches as far as he can to grab what he needs and begins to roll.

He has a hard time doing the task, not because he doesn't know how to do it but because Dazai can't keep his hands to himself, each time Chuuya rolls and makes progress Dazai places a kiss on his neck. The man occasionally licks a stripe up the side of his neck, in sync when the redhead tongue darts out to lick the blunt wrapper.

Upon his request Dazai doesn't stop, he continues licking, kissing, and sucking on Chuuya's neck as he attempts to roll the blunt. He knows that he's making it harder for Chuuya but he doesn't care, he knows that Chuuya is really enjoying all the attention he's getting no matter how much he growls and grumbles at him.

"Osamu." His first name is being used, he stops mouthing at Chuuya's neck and instead lays his head on his shoulder, "yes Chuuya?"

Chuuya leans forward, placing the newly rolled blunt onto the table, "do you want to keep attacking my neck as I roll blunts you're not going to use tonight or do you want to take me to your bedroom and use me like the dog you say I am."

Dazai's eyes widen, he groans in the redhead ear, "surprised you know that you're my dog. But I'll take your offer."

It doesn't take long for Dazai to take Chuuya to the bedroom, he quickly pulls his clothes off and positions him on his hands and knees like the good dog he is, "stay right here, I have to grab something." He mutters, kissing the redhead's shoulder. He leaves the room and comes back fairly quickly, Chuuya can hear him undress, he watches from the corner of his eye as the other pulls his clothes off, leaving him in nothing but his bandages.

Dazai's thrusts are powerful, he fucks like he's competing, Chuuya feels himself falling down from each thrust, having to stay on his hands and knees as he's used. Over the sound of his moans he doesn't pick up the sound of the lighter flickering on, suddenly a hand is in his hair, pulling roughly, Dazai's thrusting picks up as well and that's when Chuuya notices that the other is smoking while fucking him.

The word 'more' drips from his lips as if it's the only word he knows, with the occasional tug of his hair, hard enough to allow him to make eye contact with Dazai makes him want more, more of everything.

His mouth falls open as his prostate is hit dead on with each thrust, he feels his own body moving to each thrust, making sure to meet Dazai halfway. Dazai mutters something but Chuuya's brain is too foggy to know what it was.

"Did you hear me?" Dazai asks, pulling his hair harder with a grin. Chuuya struggles to respond, his tongue hangs out of his mouth, attempting to say a single word but he can't, Dazai only seems to fuck faster when he doesn't respond, tugging his hair harder as he waits.

"N-no," Chuuya whines, finally able to stutter out his response. He hears a 'tsk' sound behind him, "I said that you're being such a good doggy for your master." Dazai states, teasingly, "you're taking me so well, like the good boy you are. I bet you wanna come," Chuuya only moans louder, saying yes to every word that falls from Dazai's.

"Come for me." Dazai commands, exhaling into his ear, Chuuya comes without any hesitation, Dazai follows soon after, he pulls out and goes to put out his blunt before returning to bed where Chuuya is still propped up on his knees, his front half has fallen to the bed lazily. Dazai goes to make his way to the bathroom but Chuuya doesn't let him. He tries to reason with the redhead but Chuuya doesn't want to, he just wants to lay in bed, kissing Dazai as cum leaks from him. Not that Dazai's complaining, he enjoys having Chuuya lick every inch of his mouth, tasting the taste of weed that lingers on his breath.

Their make out session soon turns into another round of sex, Chuuya bounces on his cock, saliva dribbling down his mouth as he uses Dazai as his own personal dildo, he moans beautifully, his head tilted backwards but his eyes are cracked open staring at Dazai's amber ones.

"Osamu," Chuuya moans, getting closer, Dazai can feel the heat pooling in him as well, "yes Chuuya?" He responds, placing his hands on each ass cheek, he squeezes the flesh there, making the redhead mouth fall open in a moan.

"Osamu, I-" His sentence gets cut off by a loud moan ripping through his chest, Dazai watches intently as Chuuya's eyes fall close for a moment, "you what? You love me, huh Chuuya? Or do you love what you're bouncing on?" He's no fool, he knew exactly what his dog was going to say.

"I love you," Chuuya groans, his bouncing has turned into grinds now, he comes soon after and falls forward, right into the crook of Dazai's neck.

Dazai follows soon after, filling the redhead once again with cum, "I love you too, Chuuya." He places a kiss on his forehead, grimacing at the salty taste from sweat, "do you want to take a bath?" He asks, beginning to stroke Chuuya's hair.

"I wanna lay here." Chuuya remarks, snuggling closer to the brunet. Dazai nods his head, resting against the headboard with the redhead falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

"Goodnight Chuuya." Dazai murmurs, placing a kiss on red hair.