Fragments of Us - Soukoku Oneshots

9. Hard and Hungry ❤️‍🔥

Content Warning: This chapter contains heavy smut. If you are uncomfortable with it, feel free to skip it. ^^

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Dazai Osamu sat at his cluttered desk, the soft glow of the desk lamp casting shadows across the papers. His mind was focused on the relentless demands of the Port Mafia, the countless reports, strategies, and plans that demanded his attention. A heavy sigh escaped him as he rubbed his temples, feeling the strain of leadership pulling at him.

Then, without warning, the door creaked open. In walked Nakahara Chuuya, his presence like a storm cutting through the calm. His fiery hair glowed under the dim light, and his sharp eyes locked onto Dazai.

"Dazai," Chuuya's voice was edged with impatience.

Dazai smirked, looking up from his desk. "You're interrupting, Chuuya. Can't you see I'm busy?"

But before Dazai could say more, Chuuya strode forward with intent, shutting the door behind him and swiftly making his way across the room. Without hesitation, he climbed onto Dazai's lap, straddling him, his fiery gaze daring Dazai to push him away.

"Chuuya?" Dazai managed, but his words were silenced by the sudden press of Chuuya's lips on his.

The kiss was fierce, needy, full of raw desire. Dazai instinctively wrapped his arms around Chuuya's waist, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened, their breaths mingling, the heat between them spiking. Chuuya's hands gripped Dazai's hair, tugging in a way that sent jolts of pleasure down Dazai's spine.

"God, you're distracting," Dazai muttered against Chuuya's lips, his voice husky.

"Good," Chuuya breathed out, grinding his hips down against Dazai's lap, igniting a hot wave of desire that left them both gasping for more.

Dazai's hands slid under Chuuya's shirt, feeling the taut muscles beneath his fingertips, exploring the heat of Chuuya's body. Chuuya shivered at the touch but didn't falter, his lips crashing back into Dazai's with more urgency, his hips rocking harder against him.

"Fuck, you missed me, didn't you?" Chuuya growled, his breath hot against Dazai's ear, his teeth nipping at the skin.

Dazai let out a soft chuckle, his hands roaming Chuuya's back, fingertips digging into his skin. "You're not wrong. But you're even more eager than usual."

Chuuya's response was a low, throaty moan as he ground down harder, the friction between them sending electric pulses through their bodies. His hands moved swiftly to Dazai's shirt, undoing the buttons with a skilled urgency, until his hands were free to roam across Dazai's chest, slipping the bandages away.

Dazai hissed at the contact, feeling the heat pool low in his stomach. "Chuuya..."

"I said, your work can wait," Chuuya growled before biting down on Dazai's neck, eliciting a gasp from him. Dazai's fingers clenched around Chuuya's waist as Chuuya's hands slid lower, unbuckling Dazai's pants.

With a sharp yank, Chuuya pulled them down, leaving Dazai in just his boxers. Dazai's smirk deepened as he watched Chuuya's eyes darken with lust. "Impatient, aren't we?"

"Shut up." Chuuya pushed him back, lips crashing down onto Dazai's once more.

"Maybe I should be busy more often," Dazai teased between kisses, his lips brushing against Chuuya's, still wanting more.

Chuuya chuckled, pulling back slightly to meet Dazai's gaze, his expression a mix of amusement and affection. "You're lucky I care enough to interrupt."

"Lucky indeed," Dazai replied, his heart swelling with gratitude.

Chuuya's hands moved to his own shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside in a single motion. Dazai's eyes raked over Chuuya's exposed body, the sight of his lean muscles sparking a renewed hunger within him.