Soukoku Oneshots

Strap In (We're Going for a Ride)

Dazai had come out to Chuuya 3 years ago. 3 years ago is the first time Dazai suggested they explore each other. They hadn't done anything more than make out up to that point, but trust me when I say Chuuya was all for getting more intimate with his partner. Permanently tightening another knit into their quilt of trust.

There was one thing Dazai felt he had to... "confess" before they started. Dazai told Chuuya that he was trans. Chuuya didn't mind, especially not in that moment, Dazai had already gotten him so riled up and horny that the only thing he thought about was pleasing his lover in any way he could.

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In present day time, Dazai is up to his usual Dazai stuff; tackling Chuuya as soon as he steps into the door and pulling him to the bedroom.

"Fuck! Osamu, chill out, I haven't even put my stuff down yet~" Chuuya sighed out with a tantalizing smirk and a giggle resting on his lips.

"Mmph, I don't care," Dazai mumbled, climbing overtop of Chuuya and slipping off the choker he always wore, granting him full access to the soft skin of his neck. He immediately began painting his canvas with hickeys and love marks that were... not subtle at all.

Chuuya responds with an eye roll and a moan, bucking his hips up to meet Dazai's. "Mm fuck, Osa~"

Dazai leaves a gentle trail of butterfly kisses down his neck, slowly pulling away, his playful smile turning into a more sullen one...

"Osa?" Chuuya questions when the stimulation against his neck goes away and Dazai looks more... solemn than usual. Which is extremely atypical of him, especially when he's having fun teasing Chuuya.

"Chuuya, I've been thinking about some things for a while and I'm just a little worried."

"Well what is it?"

A long pause.

"I'm scared that I'm not giving you everything you need in this relationship. I-"

A deep breath.

"I can't do all the stuff you do because I'm trans, and I'm worried that you're never satisfied. Don't get me wrong, your dick is good but, wouldn't you like to be pleased by me for a change?"

Dazai sighs when he's done speaking, eyes red with the pain of trying to cry, despite his brain not letting him. He's still getting used to being open and vulnerable with emotions.

In all honesty, Dazai does feel awful, Chuuya has bottom tendencies a lot- thinking that makes Dazai chuckle- and without the same body that Chuuya has, he can't exactly deliver a whole lot.

Dazai's spiraling thoughts were interrupted by a gentle yet sensual touch to his inner thigh.

"You're so stupid, Osa."

"What?" Dazai responds to Chuuya's comment.

"You please me plenty enough. You know how to use your words and your hands," Chuuya pauses to squeeze Dazai's thigh and gently kiss his lips, "And that pretty little mouth~" Chuuya bites his lip, thinking about the vast amount of unhinged things he'd like to list about Dazai that makes him shamefully horny.

"But, Chuuya, it would make me feel better, I just want you to be able to have someone to... y'know.."

"Fuck me?"

Dazai chuckles, "Yeah, I guess..."

"Well," Chuuya begins, "I'm very happy with you, but if you're really that adamant about it... I have a strap."

Dazai's face heats and his face becomes freckled with a pink dust when he hears this, "Wh-what? Why do you have that?"

"Sometimes I get... lonely when you aren't here on missions."

"You're such a slut, Chuuya."

"Do you want to use it or not!?"

...

"Strip." Dazai ordered, causing the now more confident Chuuya to stand up from the bed and slowly bend over to get the strap from his bottom drawer.

Dazai elicits a moan from Chuuya's lips when his hand connects with Chuuya's ass. Chuuya pretended to be aggravated over this, but Dazai knows when Chuuya craves for something, he'll have to work up the confidence to properly spank him sometime.

Chuuya hands Dazai the strap and some lube and starts fidgeting with the buttons off his vest, sliding it past his shoulders before he starts undoing his pants. Inch after inch slowly revealed his doll-like skin to his lover who now seemed to be in a haze, staring at how teasingly mean Chuuya is being right now.

"Fuck, Chuuya!" Dazai exclaims, it has gotten to the point where Dazai takes to slamming Chuuya's back against the door and ripping off his shirt and boxers, revealing his toned chest, and beautiful thighs.

Chuuya's eyes widen staring at Dazai stunned, his shock immediately goes away when Dazai's mouth gets to work on Chuuya's neck and collarbone. Chuuya becomes decorated with bruises and bite marks all across his upper torso, and he feels as if he is melting into the door.

Dazai mumbles as he finishes sucking a perfect hickey into his collarbone, "You wanna get fucked into this door like the whore you are, huh, Chuuya?"

Chuuya simple responded with a whiny, breathless moan, of course he turned into a pillow princess at the first hope of Dazai fucking him.

One of Dazai's slender hands gripped onto Chuuya's waist, the other on his wrist, leading him to the bed.

Chuuya lay on his back staring up at his lover as he secured the strap around his waist.

"You look so pretty like this, Chuu~" Dazai said as he thrusts roughly into Chuuya before remembering that Dazai probably didn't exactly know how to do this.

Chuuya moaned nonetheless, encouraging him to keep going. His sultry "bottom" attitude broke for a second as his eyes softened. Chuuya squirmed slightly to adjust himself.

"H-here," Chuuya panted out, directing him to his sweet spot, "I-it's right here."

Dazai smiled gratefully at him and slowly but roughly started pounding into his prostate, causing sinful whines and moans to slip past Chuuya's lips. Don't get him wrong, Chuuya has fucked himself before, but the thought of his partner doing it to him, being so rough yet so gentle.

Dazai's eyes were so fierce with determination, yet soft with care.

Dazai's hands wrapped meticulously around Chuuya's throat with exact precision to make Chuuya gasp for breath as he bucks his hips faster, developing a rhythm of jerking his hips back and forth into Chuuya's sensitive prostate.

"O-Osa- I-I need to cum...."

"Already, Chuuya? How flattering," Dazai responded, driving his point home by emphasizing his last word with a powerful thrust into Chuuya, causing his dick to twitch as his orgasm washed over him.

Dazai stared in awe. How beautiful and blissful his lover looked as saw nothing but stars as he came.

Came from Dazai.

Dazai fucking him well, and making him feel good.

As he stared at his freckled face, his mind couldn't help but race with ideas of how Chuuya can reward him for doing so well....