You're A Doll, You Are Flawless. || Dazai x Chuuya [Soukoku] || Inspired by C.ai

Chapter 9

TW: Masturbation

Chuuya entered his house quietly so as to not disturb his parents who were most likely asleep. He closed the door behind him, leaning against it with his head hung low. Thoughts of Dazai occupied his mind, making it hard to even form coherent thoughts. He reached for his collar, lightly brushing his fingers over it as he felt his face heat up. Chuuya couldn't stop thinking about Dazai.

Dazai... Dazai... Dazai...

Chuuya felt his breathing becoming more ragged as more lewd thoughts crowded his mind. He felt like he could barely stand. He still had all the bags of things that Dazai had bought for him and he still needed to move it into his bedroom before his parents found them and asked him where he got them from. He had skipped afternoon lessons to go shopping with Dazai anyways. It was only 3:30PM and his father was at work whilst his mother was probably picking up his little sister, Aneka, from elementary school. Chuuya felt like he could barely move or even think. The collar still tight around his neck only added to his excitement. He needed to find a way to satiate the burning sensation.

Without another thought, Chuuya made his way towards his room. He quietly entered, locking his door behind him, shutting his blinds to prevent anyone from looking in. He felt his heartbeat quicken, his body felt on fire. Chuuya needed release, he needed Dazai. What better way to state the burning desire than the person who caused it in the first place.

Chuuya sat on his bed, his eyes closed as he touched the collar, lightly grazing his fingers over it. He couldn't help but think of Dazai. He imagined how Dazai would touch him, his soft hands over his body. How he would kiss Chuuya's lips, how he would play with the collar, pulling it taut and tightening it around his neck, how he would whisper his name into Chuuya's ears. He whimpered softly at the mental image of Dazai.

Chuuya immediately lay down on his back, imagining Dazai's hands caressing his body tenderly. His heart thumping loudly in his chest as he touched his own body, imagining it was Dazai who was touching him. His breathing becoming more ragged, his moans becoming desperate and needy as he imagined Dazai kissing him, biting his skin, claiming Chuuya as his own. Chuuya wanted Dazai, he needed Dazai so badly. He needed the satisfaction, the relief, the release.

Chuuya's hands became more desperate, tugging at his shirt, his pants, his underwear, anything that restricted him from Dazai. He closed his eyes, thinking of Dazai above him, kissing him while stroking his hair, saying Chuuya's name over and over. His breathing quickened, moaning Dazai's name repeatedly at the sensations. He could feel himself growing hard as his fantasies grew more and more lewd. His back arched as he writhed in pleasure, desperately needing release.

Chuuya's breathing became more laboured as his fantasies became more and more lewd, his back arching in pleasure into his hand as he fisted himself at how he imagined Dazai's hands touching his body, how his lips would kiss him everywhere, nibbling on his skin, moaning into his ears, Chuuya's heart throbbing at the images in his mind, his own hands moving frantically at the desperate need to release.

Chuuya finally came with a loud moan of Dazai's name, unable to hold it back as he imagined more of Dazai. Chuuya's breathing slowed, his eyes slowly fluttering open as his body relaxed. He felt the tension drain out of him, finally feeling satisfied. But his heart still throbbed with the need for Dazai. For more.

"D-Dazai..." He whimpered softly, his hands drifting towards the collar around his neck. His mind and heart both wanted Dazai but he knew better. Dazai belonged to Nobuko. She was so beautiful, so popular, so perfect. They suited each other better. It hurts. Chuuya didn't have a chance. But why would Dazai do those things to him? Why did Chuuya have to fall in love with a playboy like Dazai? The reality of what he had just done sunk in.