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It was a normal night for Dazai. He wanted to bother Chuuya after work so he broke into the redhead’s apartment, only to find that he wasn’t there. No problem , he thought, I’ll just wait for Chuuya to come home .
However while sitting on the couch with a glass of whiskey and scrolling through his phone, he suddenly got the urge to snoop. Now, he didn’t know what exactly he wanted to find, but he was just hoping it was something that cured his boredom until the redhead got back home.
Setting his phone on the coffee table, he took his drink and walked into Chuuya’s bedroom since he figured if he was gonna find anything interesting, it would be in Chuuya’s room.
He took a sip of his whiskey before placing the glass down on the nightstand. Where should I look first? He thought, when his eyes landed on the nightstand he just put his drink down on.
Smirking to himself, he opened the nightstand drawer curiously and peaked inside. What he saw wasn’t all that surprising since he had seen the inside of the drawer before, although he wasn’t really paying attention when he opened it then, having been preoccupied getting his back blown out.
Inside were a few pens, hair ties, a box of XL condoms, a bottle of lube that was half full, and a book about poetry.
Dazai blushes slightly and closes the drawer as he thinks about the last time he and Chuuya had sex. It wasn’t that long ago, five days probably. With their busy schedules, they don’t always get time to see each other every day, although Dazai does like to stay over as often as he can. He’s probably living at Chuuya’s apartment more than he is his own dorm.
Dazai shakes his head as he turns his attention back to what he originally sought out to do. He looks over at Chuuya’s closet, ready to walk over and begin raiding it, when something catches his eye.
On the closet door hangs a full-length mirror, and in the reflection of that mirror, Dazai can see that there’s something under the bed.
With his curiosity piqued, he gets down on his hands and knees on the floor and puts his face down towards the ground so he could see underneath the bed.
His eyes find three small boxes against the wall on the floor. One is a cardboard box, a smaller one is a peach color with some designs on it, and the last one is a bigger black box.
Dazai has sworn he has seen the peach one before, maybe years ago. I think Kouyo gave him a box that looked like that , he thought.
He glances up at the clock on Chuuya’s nightstand and sighs, “If Chuuya didn’t want me going through his stuff then he should have been home by now,” he complains like a brat as if the redhead is actually home.
When he gets no response back, since he is the only one in the empty apartment, he shrugs and tries reaching for the boxes under the far side of the bed. Even with his long arms, he still can’t reach far enough under the bed to grab ahold of one of the boxes, making him let out a frustrated huff.
Dazai thinks for a moment before lying down flat on the floor and trying to slide under the bed. It’s a tight fit and he can barely get his head past the low hanging bedframe.
With great effort, and holding his breath so he can slide under the bedframe easier, he managed to wiggle his upper body under the bed.
He’s finally able to reach the big black box, but when he goes to wiggle out, he finds himself unable to move.
Dazai whines and can feel the bedframe digging into his back the more he tries to get free. He slides his knees under himself and props his ass up to get more leverage as he tries pulling himself out, but it’s no use, he can’t get out no matter how much he struggles.
The brunette lets out a frustrated huff, he should have seen this coming. He’s about to stretch his arms around to reach into his pocket for his phone before he remembers that he left it on the coffee table in the living room.
God damnit , he thinks as he bangs his head on the floor in frustration. Now his plan B to call Chuuya for help is out the window, so he’s stuck until the redhead gets home. Pouting, he lays his head on the floor and tries to listen for when Chuuya gets back.
An hour passes before Dazai finally hears the faint sound of the front door unlocking and heavy boots walking inside.
Relieved at finally being saved, Dazai yells, “Chuuya, I’m in here!” His voice is a little muffled from being under the bed but he can tell the redhead hears him when after a few seconds he hears footsteps getting closer, though sounding less loud, so Dazai assumes Chuuya already took his shoes off before proceeding through the apartment.
Chuuya walks to the bedroom, stumbling a bit. He had just been out drinking with a few colleagues to celebrate a subordinate’s birthday. He didn’t expect to get back home at almost midnight, nor did he mean to drink so much, and the last thing he expected was for Dazai to be at his apartment tonight. So, when he hears the muffled voice of his lover calling out for him from his bedroom, he takes his shoes, hat, and coat off before walking to his room.
He isn’t expecting the sight that he’s greeted with when he walks in the room. Dazai almost looks like he’s presenting himself the way he sits on his knees with his ass in the air and his back arched beautifully as his face and chest are pressed into the floor, being held down in place by the bedframe harshly digging into his back.
“Fuck,” Chuuya lets out under his breath as he steps closer, eyes tracing the curve of Dazai’s ass.
Dazai squirms as he tries to look behind him to see Chuuya, but it’s futile, as nothing he does allows him to make any movement, “There you are Chibi, I’ve been stuck for over an hour, could you get me out?” Dazai huffs out.
The brunette flinches slightly when he feels a hand softly cup his left ass cheek and squeeze, “Uh, Chuuya?” Dazai hesitantly asks, unsure if Chuuya heard him.
The redhead grunts in acknowledgement before using his other hand to cup Dazai’s right ass cheek and squeezes them both, massaging them.
“What are you doing, trying to feel me up while I’m stuck?” Dazai teases sarcastically.
Dazai lets out a small gasp when Chuuya starts grinding his erection against his ass, “I’ve been thinking about you all night Osamu,” Chuuya slurs slightly.
Dazai frowns his brows as he realizes what’s going on, “Chuuya you’re drunk, just help me out from under here and we can go to bed, okay?” Dazai tries to reason.
Chuuya shakes his head even though Dazai can’t see him, and he starts undoing his belt, “I can’t let you go or else you’ll leave me, you always leave me,” he says bitterly, voice slurring.
Dazai can’t help but let out a sad whine at that, “Chuuya you know that’s not true, I’ve promised never to leave you again and I intend to keep it,” Dazai’s voice is firm, making sure Chuuya understands every word.
Chuuya hums and slides out of his pants and underwear before reaching down to unbutton Dazai’s pants. The redhead doesn’t seem to be listening and his mind is on a one-way road to fucking the brunette. Dazai normally wouldn’t give in to Chuuya’s drunken advances, but right now he’s completely helpless and all for the taking since he’s stuck and can’t fight back.
It’s not like he wants to “fight back”, it’s just that he isn’t totally comfortable with having sex with a drunk Chibi while he’s stuck. He’s not even sure if this counts as him taking advantage of Chuuya or is Chuuya taking advantage of him?
He’s not able to think about it for long though since Chuuya finishes unbuttoning his pants and slides them down his legs, along with his underwear, throwing them on the floor next to them.
Chuuya groans as he looks at Dazai’s bare ass and his eyes slide down until they see Dazai’s pussy. Chuuya reaches down to rub a finger between his folds, making the brunette let out a small whimper. The redhead gets lost in how smooth and soft the boy’s pussy feels as he begins rubbing Dazai’s clit gently.
Dazai moans and he can’t help the way his back arches even harder as his hips push back on Chuuya’s hand, trying to chase the feeling of stimulation.
Chuuya smirks before spitting on his other hand and bringing his fingers towards Dazai’s entrance. He carefully slips one finger inside and starts moving it in and out. After a few minutes, he adds a second finger and starts searching for Dazai’s g-spot while trying to stretch him open.
Moans fall from Dazai’s lips as his pussy becomes more wet, letting Chuuya’s fingers glide in like butter. Dazai lets out a drawn out moan as Chuuya finds his g-spot and he adds a third finger as he keeps hitting it.
It’s not fair how fast Chuuya can make Dazai a dripping mess with just his hands in a matter of minutes. Already he’s soaking wet as Chuuya rubs his clit faster and thrusts his fingers harder, making him bite his lip to hold back moans that he doesn’t want to encourage Chuuya’s behavior with.
A harsh slap against his left ass cheek makes him let out a loud gasp in surprise, “Don’t hold back your moans from me baby, they’re mine,” Chuuya growls out and Dazai whimpers in response.
Chuuya stops playing with Dazai’s pussy, his hand wet with arousal fluid, and stumbles over to the nightstand beside the bed. He reaches inside and grabs the bottle of lube before crawling back over to where Dazai is.
Dazai lays there, anticipation gnawing at him as he hears a cap opening and slick, wet sounds. His hips twitch as he feels a hand grab his waist and a body leaning over him. He gasps as he feels Chuuya’s cock, slick with lube, being rubbed against his pussy folds.
“Chuuya–,” Dazai moans softly.
Chuuya grinds his cock against Dazai’s pussy, the smooth wet folds hugging his dick deliciously as he pants.
After a few minutes of teasing, Chuuya grabs the base of his cock and guides it to Dazai’s entrance before slowly pushing inside Dazai’s tight heat.
Dazai moans as Chuuya enters him, hands balling into fists as his hips uncontrollably push back on Chuuya’s cock.
Chuuya groans, biting his lip hard as he tries not to cum on the spot, “Fuckkk, you’re so tight–”
Dazai lets out a helpless whine as he’s stretched open on Chuuya’s big fat cock, with Chuuya finally bottoming out once his pelvis is flush against the brunette’s ass. Seriously, how is it possible for someone so short to be so huge? Dazai wonders. He asks himself that question every time he and Chuuya have sex.
Chuuya gives Dazai a minute to adjust before he starts slowly pulling out, only to thrust back in again. He does that a few times and eventually finds a rhythm, groaning in pleasure as he pulls Dazai’s hips back to meet his thrusts.
“So biggg– ahh–” Dazai moans helplessly from under the bed as Chuuya’s thrusts pick up speed.
Chuuya’s cock is hitting all the right places, making Dazai’s brain turn into mushy pleasure. He can’t think past the dick stuffing his cunt. He knows he shouldn’t be allowing this, hell, he should be trying to kick Chuuya away from him or yell at the redhead to stop, but the words won’t seem to form on his lips as moaning becomes the only thing he’s able to do.
Chuuya’s thrusts become rougher as he moans, pounding Dazai harder, “Gonna stuff you full of my cum, mmm– get you pregnant, that way you’ll never leave me again,” Chuuya rambles.
Dazai freezes as panic floods his body, “No– ahh– don’t!” Dazai yells through his moans to no avail.
Dazai, although good with kids now, is scared of having his own. He’s mostly just scared he’ll be a bad mother since he already fucked up so bad with Akutagawa, and he wasn’t even his kid. He also doesn’t think he and Chuuya are ready to have kids yet, considering they just got back together a year ago.
Chuuya grabs Dazai’s hips and fucks into his pussy harder, going deeper, “C’mon baby, get pregnant for me, god you’d look so hot with a baby bump–,” Chuuya groans, his dick twitching just imagining it.
Dazai can’t help but moan at Chuuya’s words. Chuuya leans down and begins rubbing Dazai’s clit making Dazai’s legs start shaking, “Chuuy–ahh– too much–” Dazai loudly moans.
“That’s it baby, fuckkk yess–” Chuuya groans, hips twitching as he feels his own orgasm getting closer.
Chuuya rubs Dazai’s clit faster and Dazai’s pussy starts tightening around his cock as he feels himself getting closer.
“Oh fuck–” Dazai moans as he grabs on to the black box for support as Chuuya slams his hips against his, hitting his g-spot dead on and making him see stars.
“Chuuya– ahh fuck– cumming!” Dazai screams as he cums on Chuuya’s cock and squirting on Chuuya’s fingers and the floor, “Ahh– Chuuya– look what you made me do!” Dazai whimpers, breathless.
Chuuya isn’t far behind, thrusting a few more times before burying his cock as deep as he can and cumming, “Fuck– you milk me so good–” Chuuya groans loudly.
After a few minutes of catching his breath, Chuuya slowly pulls out, watching as his cum leaks out of Dazai’s hole and down his legs. He looks away, trying not to get hard again.
Dazai shifts uncomfortably from where he’s still stuck, “Are you going to help me out now that I most certainly can’t leave you?” Dazai asks sarcastically.
He’s not happy that he was forced to get pregnant, which he probably will become since he’s not on birth control, but he can figure it out later when Chuuya is sober. Maybe he can get an abortion or maybe the redhead will let Dazai move in with him and they can raise the child together. He’s not entirely sure what he wants right now, he just knows that he wants out from under this god damn bed.
Chuuya seems to have sobered up a little since his response is, “Shit, yeah, I’m sorry Osamu,” he apologizes as he gets up from the floor and lifts the bed up.
Dazai is finally able to crawl out from underneath and Chuuya drops the bed back down. Dazai says a small “thanks” and walks to the bathroom as cum drips down his legs and takes his shirt off before stepping in the shower and turning on the hot water. He puts two fingers inside his pussy and begins scooping out the cum, using the detachable shower head to help rinse himself out.
When Dazai gets out of the shower, having thoroughly cleaned himself out, he finds Chuuya passed out on the bed, not wearing any underwear and still in his work shirt and vest. He sighs before going to the closet and putting on a comfy shirt and some underwear that he keeps at Chuuya’s apartment.
He grabs Chuuya a pair of underwear before walking over to the bed. He helps the sleeping redhead into his underwear and out of his work clothes, leaving him without a shirt since that’s how he usually goes to bed.
Dazai turns off the lights in the apartment, grabbing his phone from the coffee table and plugging it in to charge and doing the same for Chuuya’s phone that he fished out of the redhead’s pants that he threw on the floor earlier.
He gets in bed and turns his back towards Chuuya as he contemplates what he should do. It’s obvious that even with the work that they’ve put into relationship and Dazai’s promise to never leave again, they still have some issues, with Chuuya being afraid Dazai will leave again.
Dazai knows that Chuuya wasn’t in his right state of mind and was probably emotional and more possessive than normal because of the alcohol. In the morning, they’ll talk about it, Chuuya will apologize a million times and feel guilty as hell, then they’ll snuggle on the couch while they talk about what they should do about the possibility of Dazai being pregnant.
Dazai feels Chuuya roll over behind him and wrap an arm around his waist, pulling him closer. Part of him knows that he should be more angry with Chuuya, that he basically got raped just because he was stuck, but if he’s being honest..
he kinda enjoyed it.