Hooligan | Dazai Osamu

Calloused Hands

Dazai wasn't a man, who could fall head over hills for someone easily. He wasn't known for being loyal or drawn to the same woman twice. He used to always wander in the darkness on his own and it wasn't rare for him to allow himself get lost in the pleasure, given by some random women he met. And since his name was quite famous in the underground world, people there already knew well, that Dazai Osamu never used one woman twice.

So that's why there were a lot of rumors going around Yokohama, when he was noticed in your company a little too often. One day, they even reached you, but luckily, because of your trust in Dazai's words, you decided to not listen to any of the bad mouthes, who told you all these awful things, and trust your bandage-wasting crush blindly.

But now, just a simple caress of his thumb against the skin on your palm was making those horrible rumors, that were always hidden in the back of your mind and which caused you anxiety, disappear out of your head completely.

Peaceful. That's the only word, that you needed to describe how it felt to be with him. Whenever Dazai was near, you felt completely at ease, just like now. It felt as if you were given a very strong painkiller, when in reality, you were simply feeling his touch.

You felt so lucky, that Kunikida let you and Dazai stay in the car, while he went inside of some antiquarian shop to investigate the shop keeper, and also, never in your entire life were you so happy, that he decided to rent a car for a day instead of taking a taxi so that now, you two were completely alone. It was quite hot inside, to be honest, because the temperature today was warmer, than in the past week, but both of you were far too lazy to break the tender embrace and reach over for the air conditioner.

"Mm~ I'm so blessed with this moment~" Dazai murmured against your head, nuzzling into your hair more and inhaling your scent

Your head rested on his shoulder as his left hand was wrapped tightly around your waist, his right one was holding your hand as gently as he possible could.

"Me too~" You replied, closing your eyes "I wish, we could stay like this forever~"

"In this stuffy car~?" He chuckled "You're ready to share an eternity with me here, in this backseat with so little space~? Even the air freshener doesn't smell good~"

"I don't care about it all~" You answered "Nothing else matters to me, except for you~"

You nuzzled in his neck, inhaling the scent of his cologne, that you loved so much. You could never explain this personal little fetish of yours even to yourself: why did you like his cologne so much? The scent of it never failed to make your head spin and when you felt it, coming from your pillow after a night, spent with Dazai, a billion butterflies appeared in your stomach.

Was it perhaps because he smelled like home?

Dazai's mouth opened slightly because of your words and you could feel him gulp heavily, even though, your eyes were closed.

"You love me this much?" He asked as if he didn't understand what you meant

"I do, Dazai." You replied "I love you more, than you can ever imagine, and I don't care about what people say about you. You're a miracle in my life."

Dazai didn't reply anything and simply pressed another gentle kiss to your forehead, that screamed louder, that all the words. His hand, which rested on top of yours, intertwined your fingers with his as he stroke your knuckles with his thumb again.

Lots of women preferred to be touched with gentle, soft hands, unlike you. Dazai's calloused hands with small, barely seen cuts on them were the best to you. You thought, that all other women were just not clever enough to notice how heavenly it felt to be touched by him. Dazai's touches always managed to leave your skin, burning with the electricity of excitement in all the places, where he touched you, because of how good it felt. Even the visible veins on his hands were enough to drive you crazy. You often found yourself imaging how his hands would look around your throat late at night, when darkness hid you and your naughty pleasures from the rest of the world.

Suddenly, Dazai pulled back from your head to look down at your intertwined fingers.

"I'm sorry, if I'm being rough with you." He said, making your eyes widen in confusion "I'm not used to the gentle touches at all. In my past, I never got the chance to just show someone my love, so now, I have no idea if I'm being rough with your or not. But I'm honest trying to be gentle, (Y/N)."

"Dazai~"'You smiled softly, squeezing his hand "You're the gentlest man I ever met~ I know, that you're scared to hurt me, but relax a little, alright~? I love your touches~"

"Even if my hands are rough and stained with blood..?" He asked quietly

"Even if so." You replied

He was about to reply something, when you shushed him by pressing a tender, but slow, passionate kiss to his lips, making the whole world around you fall silent. You two were so busy with each other so that you didn't even noticed it, when Kunikida came out of the shop and opened the car door only to be embarrassed by the scene he had to witness: you, who was sitting on Dazai's lap and Dazai, who couldn't hold himself back from you, and who was covering your neck with hickeys.

Kunikida's throat was sore after shouting at you two too much after it.

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It's kinda weird, but I have a fetish for Dazai's hands and just muscular hands with veins on them in general so I couldn't resist writing this XD