BSD Lemon Imagines // Smut

Dazai Osamu x Reader (Part 1)

You had just received a text message from your ex Ranpo-sama, which read: "Y/N, please we need to talk.. I'm so sorry that it had to end up this way. I still want you and I need you to be here with me so we can start over. Pls, talk to me." You let out a sigh, not a good one. Your ex Ranpo had just cheated on you with your bestest friend and it made you feel super broken. After all this had happened you started losing all hope. You couldn't even imagine yourself being with anyone else because of how much you loved Ranpo but also, being cheated on again. You buried your face into your soft pillows and couldn't help but let your tears fall out. Your whole body was filled with anger and sadness, it was too much to handle. You felt stupid for even being in a relationship with someone like Ranpo. Suddenly, that specific ringtone rang and you sat up quickly, some of you wished it was him and the other part didn't want it to be. With your sleeves you wiped your tears quickly and clearing your throat before responding to the call. "Ahem..y-yes?" your eyes were still burning and watery from the recent tears, but that voice, oh that soothing beautiful voice melted your heart. Your heart was beating quickly as he spoke. "Y/N, what happened? Ranpo-san told me what happened. From what he told me, he made it seem like he was the victim which is total bullshit because I know you. You wouldn't hurt a fly. So Y/N, please, tell me, are you okay darlin?" that voice, it was Dazai's. He'd been crushing on you ever since you started working at the agency with him and the rest. You've always thought he was cute but never really saw him the way you saw Ranpo. But, Dazai cared about you more than anyone else. You stuttered, you didn't want him to be worried about you. "Dazai, I-I'm fine. Please, worry about yourself instead of me. This situation is nothing, alright?" you said hoping he would believe you. "You know damn right you're not fine! You lied, and for that I'm coming over right now to make sure you're okay and you better open the damn door and let me in or else I'm going to put my hands in this damn situation you hear me?" he was angry and upset because of you. You had no idea what to do when he got here. It made you nervous, for Dazai seeing you like a wreck. You got up and didn't bother to wash your face since you didn't have makeup on earlier. You walked slowly towards the door and as your hand went to the knob you quickly pulled away. You were terrified, but why? Were you afraid of getting hurt again? Falling in love again? You did feel as if you had a crush on Dazai but it was all too soon for this. You started panicking as all these thoughts raced into your head. You felt the door knob move around quickly and pounding on the door. "Y/N, please let me in! You are not okay, let me help you please! I care about you too much to lose you. Let me help you." You got up quickly and opened the door, your body fell onto his. "Y/N?" he said softly while wrapping his arms around you tightly. "Please, don't leave me." You said as tears fell into his fabric. You heard him sigh through a smile as you both walked into your apartment. He carried you onto the couch and set you down gently. He looked down on you then crouched, his thumbs wiping off your tears. A small blush grew upon your cheeks and you looked away from embarrassment. He let out a small giggle and his big hand went to your hair as he messed it up, which is what he does to you all the time so you had no problem with it. You looked at him and his face was relieved. "What? I thought you were angry with me." You said while pulling him next to you. His head rested on yours and his eyes went to the window in front of you both. He looked at the city, his breathing was so slow and soothing. You almost fell asleep until his hands went to yours. "Wait, you didn't answer my question!" you said angrily while looking up at him. He let out a laugh and his face suddenly moved closer to yours. You felt your cheeks heat up, your heart was beating faster than normal. Was this love? No, you couldn't let it happen to you again. But it was so difficult to resist someone like Dazai. He looked so perfect, his eyes were darker than usual which was really attractive. Also, his hair was all over his face, covering his eyes. His bandages were somewhat attractive to you, even though you knew that meant he was hurting again. "W-why are you so close?" you said while trying to sound calm. His hand went to your chin, his forehead pressed against yours and he looked directly into your eyes. What the hell was he trying to do? Seduce me?? because damn it was working! "You know, Y/N, I've always loved you. But, nothing upset me more than seeing you with another man. I thought, damn, am I not good enough looking for you?" his voice suddenly came to your ear and you tried to resist, but you really couldn't. Dirty thoughts suddenly raced through your mind, it just felt so right not thinking about Ranpo anymore. His hands went to his shirt and he started unbuttoning it slowly. "Uhm, Dazai? What the hell do you think you're doing right now?" you said while watching him. You never realized how attractive this man could be. His shirt flew onto the table right next to the couch, out of no where he pushed you down and put his weight onto you. You tried to get him off but he pinned both of your wrists together above you in a very aggressive manner. You never seen him like this, nor imagined Dazai to be a naughty nutcase. "I'm going to show you how much I love you. You're mine from now on. No one, not even Ranpo is going to stop me from having you. I love you, Y/N. Let me be yours." He said while pressing his lips against yours. You just couldn't resist. "Dazai..." You said while kissing him back.

-So I realized this story is long ASF so I'm making 2 parts. Please, continue reading. Next chapter is ahead! What'll happen between you and Dazai? Things end up getting heated, will Ranpo find out? Will you end up falling in love again but with someone different? Questions soon answered.