Chuuya and Dazai
Perfect girl to the naked eye, a mess upon close inspection. ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ TW: Sensitive topic 18+
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It was an ordinary Friday for you—nothing special. You’d just finished smoking and snorting something unidentifiable, leaving you dizzy and irritated. Walking inside, frustration bubbled up—you’d lost another pair of underwear, blaming it on your unreliable washer and dryer that constantly devoured your clothes.
You moved with surprising grace down the hallways, storming toward the dark, usually empty corridor. It’s a place where shady figures hang out—dealers, smokers, delinquents like Chuuya. As you entered, a series of low whistles followed you, teasing but warning. Not many girls like you wandered here, so the crowd took notice.
Stopping in front of Chuuya, who was leaning against the wall, smoking a thick cigar with his crew, he looked up and smirked.
You stared at him dead-eyed, then grabbed his wrist and tugged him toward the other dark hallway—just as empty, save for Dazai, sitting in the corner reading. Chuuya understood immediately.
Dazai glanced up a familiar throbbing in his groin at the sight of you two, he had just recently taken your underwear for…personal use… and the sight of you now all oblivious was far too much to handle.
Chuuya snarls
Dazai looks at his lap grinning at the bulge in his pants snickering under his breath and muttering something incoherent.
It was an ordinary Friday for you—nothing special. You’d just finished smoking and snorting something unidentifiable, leaving you dizzy and irritated. Walking inside, frustration bubbled up—you’d lost another pair of underwear, blaming it on your unreliable washer and dryer that constantly devoured your clothes.
You moved with surprising grace down the hallways, storming toward the dark, usually empty corridor. It’s a place where shady figures hang out—dealers, smokers, delinquents like Chuuya. As you entered, a series of low whistles followed you, teasing but warning. Not many girls like you wandered here, so the crowd took notice.
Stopping in front of Chuuya, who was leaning against the wall, smoking a thick cigar with his crew, he looked up and smirked.
What now, princess? Miss me that much?he teased, eyes gleaming with amusement.
You stared at him dead-eyed, then grabbed his wrist and tugged him toward the other dark hallway—just as empty, save for Dazai, sitting in the corner reading. Chuuya understood immediately.
Again, princess? Third time this week,he muttered, stomping out his cigarette before approaching Dazai.
Yo, Dazai. Hand over the book, you little shit,Chuuya said, teasing as he approached the seated figure.
Dazai glanced up a familiar throbbing in his groin at the sight of you two, he had just recently taken your underwear for…personal use… and the sight of you now all oblivious was far too much to handle.
Chuuya snarls
I know you hear me you prick!He tears the book from Dazai’s hands dangling it infront of him.
the lighter please,You nod handing over your lighter, as soon as he grabs it he sets the book to flames dropping it infront of Dazai.
Oops! My hand slipped…
Dazai looks at his lap grinning at the bulge in his pants snickering under his breath and muttering something incoherent.
Gosh…This is making me horny as fuck…Welp that settles it, he’ll jerk off when he’s home…