Dazai x reader x chuuya

The weekend

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The school bell rang, resulting in every kid to run out. A three day sounded like a major break. Even for us.

"Y/n, you ready?" Chuuyas voice rang out.

An odd thing, lately these two have been looking better by the day. Like a glow up era, except i'm the one that looks the same. Minus having a better body.

"Helloo??" Dazai waved his hand infront of my face, knocking me out my thoughts. "Oh, sorry. I was thinking about something."

"Who?" Dazai Went eye level, tilting his head.

"Shut up, please." I rolled my eyes, pushing him back. He only smiled, "Yeah I already know it was about me."

Again, I rolled my eyes. "Your egos almost as tall as you!" I taunted, rapping my arm around chuuyas as we walked out the school, making our way home.

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"Y/n?" Chuuya knocked on the door, causing me to halt my reading. "Yeah?" I put the book face down and sat up, "Mori called. We have to do another mission since this one's taking 'far to long'" He mocked Mori, coming over and sitting infront of me on the bed.

"Damn.. Right when we have a break to." I sighed, "Yeah," He handed me the folder, his eyes darting to my book. "What were you reading?" He went to grab it but I smacked his hand.

"Nu-uh. Do-not touch, read it after i'm done!" I grabbed the folder and shielded the book with my body. "Can I know what it's about?"

"Are you gonna steal it?" I raised my eyebrow.

A second of silence, and a "No."

"Fine. It's about this girl whose family was all wolves including her but like she didn't know! Right? So like, then later on in the story, she gets sold as a slave but in reality she-"

"So is it romance?" He cut me off, obviously not wanting me to spoil it. "Oh yeah, sorry. It's about romance. And has wolves, vampires and witches." I awkwardly smiled,

"Okay moving on, Mission?"

He nodded, "We have to find out who's been stealing our money." He sighed, "Okay.. Do we have a location?" I went into deep thought,

"Yes. But," He sighed, lowering his gaze.

"But?" I lowered my head to make eye contact.
"It's at a strip club." His eyes connected with mine, "And we need a stripper to see behind the scenes." He clarified the mission.

"No fucking way.. He really wants me to dance naked on a pole for married old hags?" I scoffed.

"Yes. That's exactly what he wants you to do."

I rolled my eyes and got up, irritated, "I remember vividly I will not use my body for any sort of mission! Like hello, if I was a normal girl maybe I would've done it, but again, For a 'Mission!?" I argued, "I know. It hurts me to, specifically for other men."

He mumbled the last part, "Hurts you to?" I gave him a confused look, walking over and standing over his sitting figure, I only looked at his eyes.

Am I finally now realizing that maybe, just maybe, he might have feelings for me?

I tilted my head, his head slightly lifting to get a better view at me.

The atmosphere quickly grew, and almost felt suffocating. Yet looking at him, made me feel better. The lust in his eyes, made me feel reassured.

My eyes quickly scanned every feature he had, including the low sweatpants, his 'woman beater' and his messy low hair. His chest rising and lowering at every breath, his eyes, switching from one to the other.
The shake in his hands, as if he was holding back.
(ITS A MAN TANK TOP!)

I licked my lips, lowering myself to him. His eyes only following mine. Never taking them off.

"Hurting.. you?" I quietly said, obviously trying to uncover his own secrets.

His head tilted to the side, "Yes. Me as much as you." He said, louder than I had.

After a moment of silence, "Why?" I tilted my head in his direction.

"..Let me show you, why." His eyes scanned my face, before quickly pulling my head in and connecting our lips, stunned, yet I kissed back.

A man I swore i'd never like, a man I swore was my best friend, and yet here I am, drowning his his kiss.

My legs weakened  and he took it as a sign to pull my body on the bed, crawling himself over me.

His lips disconnected from mine, and he scanned my features.   

"Can.. I show you?"

I silently nodded, his lower body forcing itself through my legs. If we weren't clothed, it'd be Dick on pussy. But our clothes divided us.

It closed sections off, and we both wanted those sections opened very badly. He leaned back down and kissed me, his hand going under my shirt and rubbing my belly.

"Please.. More," I silently begged, engulfing in our french kiss.

His hands trailed down, and went under my joggers. His hand going under my underwear as well, and instantly to my clit. He started rubbing and fastly.

I struggled, and broke the kiss, he raised himself and focused down there, removing my sweatpants.

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CLIFFHANGER 😏😝😝😝😝

i forget i have this story, and then i see comments about "NOO I HAVE GO WAIT" and then i update.
LAZY QWEEN ✋😘