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chuuya: you never say anything romantic to me

dazai:i literally JUST called you the rootinest tootinest cowboy the world has ever seen

Chuuya: You look dead

Dazai: What do you mean I look gay?

Chuuya: Wha- I said dead-

Dazai: Dead, gay, same thing. I’m both

Dazai: I love you

Chuuya: That’s gay

Dazai: We’ve been dating-

03 | Gardenias and WIsterias

(Last Name) had her luck, that was for sure.

How she was so right that meeting the new stranger with a voice so enticing meant he had to be able to sing. She had always loved a man who could sing. But it wasn’t just his voice that caused her self-control level to be completely devoured by her sexual hunger, he was also an attractive man who of which, was aware, she had always loved a man who was aware. That simple look of beguiling eyes hiding his intentions had meant something to her. It meant that luckily, they were thinking the same thing.

It was to be brought to their situation at hand, completely enveloped and selfishly taking each other as their own. Both were reluctant to give up the source of dominance to the other, thus resulting in the many darkening pink coloured marks against their skins. It explained the tattered clothes that laid on the floor, the frayed bandages torn away from its belonged, the mess made of the room from all the things that were knocked off the booths against the wall and table; pillows kicked and cups knocked over, alcohol bottles dropped and liquids spilt, yet none gave a damn.

The smell of sweet intoxication worked physically and mentally. It drove him nuts, probably because he was drunkyetsober. Saccharine breaths and saccharine skin, he could only feel himself drown in her aroma, and surprisingly enough, she wasn’t wearing any perfume. If he could compare the potent smell, he could compare it to gardenias; warm in atmosphere that tinged with sultry, rousing like a flamboyant fragrance. Though, those were his thoughts. If someone knew her, someone who knew who she was, they could outright say she was like wisterias; refreshing and peppery, mimicking that of freesias, though highly intoxicating,poisonous.

She was rough with him, jerking the curly, thick locks of his walnut pigmented hair that fell framed on his cheeks towards her. She wasn’t going to let him go, not so easily. She straddled him on that sofa, her body pushed up against his with her white blouse that fitted perfectly unbuttoned down to her breasts, bra removed and perky nipples sticking through the thin fabric. She also had her pencil skirt made of polyurethane (or PU, a type of leather) risen up and rumpled around her hips with his hands on her bare ass. If he wanted her so bad at the train station, he had her now, so what was the hold back?

There was no advantage he could fight through, slowly losing his way of breathing to the fight of kisses, he was in difficulty. To add, every time she had gone for a breath, she’d press down her hand so that her thumb and index finger held the base of his throat just until she could revert back to intoxicating him with her. He couldn’t just mess with a stranger, much less a woman he had met that day. He had to admit what he did was wrong and while he did have his fair share in experience with fancying women, it had been far too long. So, the question at hand comes back, whatwas the hold back?

“What’s wrong, mister? Shy?” She popped the questions with a sweet and higher pitched voice, “Didn’t seem that way this morning.” She was a tease, catching him off-guard with a sweet tone to question her innocence once she slipped back to her silvery symphony. She knew how to work herself, knowing her limits and capabilities to use them as her advantage.

“I…” he didn’t know what to say, but he could tell there was something about her that was different. He could already catch a gist of whatkind of person she was, or so he believes. He assumed that she was one of those people - women, who were shy in the public but far behind closed doors was she a whole other person, his fantasies thought for him to suspect.

“Well, I’ll have you know that…” her eyes fell low, nails tracing over his throat to his collarbone, “I have been thinking about you all day. The way you kissed me back at the train station? How could anyone forget that~?” she coaxed in hopes to get some sort of reaction out of him, and it did. She saw the twitch in his lips and felt his nails dig a little into her hips.

The man that succumbed to his desires at last gaped his mouth, about to voice how she made him feel, eyes half-lidded and almost desperate- sorryforresistingher.

“You-”

Suddenly, the woman’s phone blared with a ringtone that completely shutoff the mood - a basic ring of someone calling her. She exhaled sharply and reached over to her phone that was far thrown down the sofa, her body almost pulling off of his completely. Her eyes scrunched at the ID, she then slid off of the male that finally gave in, a confused gasp escaping him. She only sighed more frustratedly, carelessly picking up the undergarments that were discarded in the process of her seduction. “It’s my boss, he usually only calls me this late if he wants me to hand in a report early tomorrow morning, which means, I’ll be up all night.”

“When will I see you again?” He cut straight after her last words, sitting upright with wide eyes of desperation. There was a good six seconds of silence, she was appalled by his words and so he was as well. He didn’t expect or mean for those words to come out, but they did.

The surprised look on her face was fairly calm, she sighed once again and handed him her phone once the ringing had stopped, and she had unlocked the device. He tapped immediately to her notes out of almost utter embarrassment and tapped in his phone number, handing her phone back to her once finished. “I’ll call you.”

She left soon after, she had already put her undergarments back on whilst he tapped away at the numbers and backspace pad after a few mess ups in his frantic fingers. She sped walk out of the karaoke place and fiddled with her phone to find that missed call.

As soon as she left, the mocha haired man palmed at his growing bulge, eyes squinting at it. If he had given in earlier, he wouldn’t have had to be stuck where he was right now. He cursed as he bucked into his hand, needing to get this deed done before he left or else he would have trouble on the way home. His mind filled with the moments they had together; her lips; her breasts; everything about her.

Just who was she? How did she make him feel this way?

Back to trotting down the street, she managed to haul a taxi, her phone to her ear as she got in and spoke to the taxi man about her address. She grabbed the seatbelt and clicked it into place, the phone ringing for the person that vouched for her earlier. Upon hearing a click, she answered.

“Hey,Chūya.”

02 | Strangers

If there was anything to describe how (First Name) felt at the moment, “uncomfortable” would be an understatement. The subway was the fastest and cheapest way to work, that’s why never ending amounts of people poured into the station at 8 a.m. on a Tuesday to rush to work. The train was always jam packed and stuffed with people like a can of sardines. Though, this had nothing to do with how she felt, maybe just a little; the preying eyes of an odd man hunting her. She could tell herself that maybe if she just ignores it, she won’t feel the anxiety build, but no, it was utterly useless. It would only make it grow more. She stamped her heel on the ground, rolling her head in the other direction to see where her stop was, clicking her tongue to only be informed that her stop was another two stops away - that was too long - because at every stop, the rush hour had emptied the train quite a bit leaving a gap in time between the two before it would fill up again, a gap in time for him to maneuver closer.

She felt the whole train shift, her body moving back along with others as she held desperately onto the handle above. She could swear that her luck was absolutely terrible, recalling earlier that morning she debated whether to take a cab or the subway - she always chose the opposite one, the wrong one. She bit down the inside of her lip, her knuckles turning white and palms becoming sweaty. She hated men, is what she told herself, but yet she loved them so- no, there was only one good man she knew. Maybe she should’ve called in sick in the morning and stayed at his place just to complete what they hadn’t done last night, yes, that would’ve been better.

That offer he gave doesn’t sound too bad right about now… She thought to herself, wishing for something that couldn’t happen at the moment.

Lost in her thoughts, she stomped down when she felt the train halting to a stop at the next station. She cursed as the weights against her lightened and the figure moved closer, coming to a complete stop when a mere arm’s reach was in between them. She felt her breathing pick up, they were heavier, more distraught. She was a damsel in distress, almost a deer in the headlights, she didn’t know what to do, she couldn’tdo anything. She forced her eyes to shut, her teeth clenching to the point her jaw hurt - fingertips brushing against her side, peeking through from people’s waists to get a touch of what she had. She tried so desperately to shift her body away, but everyone’s body moved with the direction of the train, forcing hers onto his hand.

She could blame herself for not speaking up, but she felt what majority of anyone felt when being pursued in this way. Her mind blanking for a few moments, she snapped back to reality when the voice on the com box had reminded the station. Once the doors slid open, she threw herself out, her body twisting around to catch his face - not to report, but to see where he was. Tumbling and stumbling on her feet, she was too distressed to watch where she was going behind her, her shoulders brushing many strangers.

Her whole body jolted forward when her back bumping against something- someone.

She spun her body and grasped on the stranger’s coat, her eyes wide with surprise if it wasn’t already obvious on her face. For a second, her eyes saw a mysterious glint, her throat forcing itself dry as she gasped.

“Oh, careful there. Are you alright, little lady?” She had nodded at his small and short inquiry, ignoring the name he had labeled her as. She could’ve sworn for a second his eyes flew to her bust and ass, averting back to her alluring (Eye Colour) marbles. He was just as appalled that such a stranger ended up in his arms, her grip on him just as tight. Though, he could sense that she was quite alarmed for another reason; the eyes of a preying man off in the distance, he could tell that he envied him at that moment.

(First Name)’s darkened optics, hit with realization that not only was the man stalking her watching her, but the new stranger she met had taken interestin her. Through a sideway glance, she watched as the man moved closer in an almost aggressive manner, clearly enraged that another stranger had taken her in his arms. She whipped her head back to the taller man, taking a cheek of his in her hand as she pressed her body against his snuggly, leaving no room between her dips and curves to breathe. Alas, she whispered a quick and seductive , “Kiss me.” as her eyes came to a close before locking lips with him. In succession, the man had stopped, coming to a point where he knew he had messed up; exactly what she wanted, she wanted to show that she was a taken woman.

Though the stranger had long disappeared, their lips were still intact, not to mention their tongues as well. He was definitely taken aback a moment prior, completely enveloped in her physical figure - he had to admit, he was addicted to her mental thoughts. Such a woman as herself to come up with the thought of making out with a stranger than to deal with a creeping man, but to continue when the train she had left was long gone for about six minutes at that time? There was definitely something strange, or mischievous about her, not that it really mattered though.

He could feel himself lose control, a hand carding up and through her glorious (Hair Colour) locks as his other hand gripped her ass with force causing her to gasp and release his lips. Surely he was known to be such a womanizer, but never was he known for publicly seducing a woman. His eyes fell along with his cares, catching her lips once again. He could feel the weight in his arms grow heavier meaning the feeling in her legs growing weak due to his mouth on hers. The desperation in her fingertips on his shoulders explained everything. She wanted to stay close to him. She wanted to keep French kissing him. She wantedhim.

But time would not let her.

It took a few short seconds for her to push away, her watch beeping to inform her that she was short on time before she could get to work.

“Shit!” She cursed, messing with her watch. Her focus immediately detached from the stranger that weld brown locks and a bolo tie that held a turquoise pendant, attention too busy to care about his drunken state; drunken by her prurient behaviour towards him. He could still taste her lips on his, though his lips had gone cold, he acted so they would not.

The chocolate hair coloured man pushed forward and captured the sultry woman in his arms once again. His right arm wrapped around her waist as his left hand supported her head, forcing his lips onto hers in surprise that granted him the chance to slither his hot tongue in. He could feel her struggle against him, a weakened mewl heaving from her plump and slightly swollen lips as she grasped onto his shoulders shakily, trembling from his mouth working hers. The oh-so unfamiliar, yet familiar feeling of the wet muscle pursuing hers and she granting the waltz with it was something she had done every now and then.

People around had expressed different feelings about them; disgusted, appalled,intrigued.

The stranger in the beige trench coat felt the silky smooth skin of the lady’s leg against his ankle as she rubbed the leg against his pants, the constriction of her pencil skirt causing her body to stick to his in close unison as she began to grind against his cock sheathed in his constricting pants as well. Though it was inappropriate and supremely lewd of him to grope a woman he had just met, the fucks he gave at that moment were nowhere to be found - well, maybe the only shits he gave was if one of his colleagues found him in his obscene act.

His lost of control was her gain, pleased and all better (in emotional well-being) from after the small incident.

His tastebuds had experienced something new, drinking in every little flavour she had to offer through a kiss. This was only a sample though, his own body and mind becoming curious to which “what was the whole entree like?”, “the main course?” and “dessert?”. His tongue stroked against the wet cavern solely named her mouth, he explored it diligently and thoroughly like it was a newly encountered and never-before discovery, and it was.

“H-Hold on!” She gasped, eyes shut and cheeks a beautiful colour of red - crimson. She, with force, pushed him back, keeping him a good arm’s length away in case he got impatient with her. She panted in his arms, her chest rising and falling as she failed to catch her breath immediately. It seemed she struggled to look at the stranger after that as if she hadn’t done anything to him at all, but oh, had she. Her (Eye Colour) glossy and teary eyes marvelled at this man’s self-control, curious of what more he had. Though they flickered with interest, time would not let them stay.

“I…I have to get to work.”

He could only stare with want, her white dress shirt slightly crumpled from being sandwiched between his arms and his body. She began to wipe and toss aside a few of out-of-place strands of hairs, blowing the extra that slipped into her mouth out. “D-Do I look alright?” She inquired with slightly wide eyes, the so-doe look in her eyes rising a familiar feeling in the man’s eyes and mind - one where he wanted to ruin the innocence in her.

He nodded with his mouth agape, his breath pace lowering as his body did as well. Of course she looked alright, she was perfect. He had to admit, she looked wonderfulall messy and ruined by him. She was an attractive woman, yes, but more attractive if she was-

“Meet me here.” She interrupted his crude wishes about her, taking his hand and scribbling a quick address to where they would meet again and maybe continue with their little swaying and dance for real. She held his hand for a brief moment before pulling his arm outwards and letting go, slowly trotting and then sprinting off as fast as she could. His eyes stayed glued onto her luxurious figure before she disappeared.

That’s when it hithim.

What had he done?

01 | Beautiful Red

Cherry red lipstick that came out scarlet on his skin was wondrous, yet seducing. The scarlet colour in shapes of lovely kisses with little blush coloured hickeys decorated his chest up slanting to just below his ear with a few on his stomach. She - even him, had to admit that it complimented his toned abs well, almost like candy-red hibiscuses. A light and airy sigh of disappointment escaped her lips when she notices the deep cherry colour on her lips was wearing out, cursing herself for not bringing that cherry freeze lipstick with her. It’s not like she didn’tknow it was going to wear out, she had definitely planned to meet the man under her salacious spell.

She could only keep herself going with what she had, she wasn’t going to waste her time crying and distracting herself from who was in front of her, now was she?

With her bra straps loosely fallen down her shoulders, panties half ripped with a reminder for the man in her grasp to buy her a few more pairs, she straddled him down with her lusciously delicious and addictive lips nipping and sucking at his neck, leaving for beautifully red flowers to stay for a day or so. Strongly, with no intention to let go, his left hand kept her down by her busty ass on his throbbing bulge and his right hand tangled and gripping with a bit of force in her hair behind her head.

“You know,” he whispered through a soft moan, taking in the feeling of her tongue stroking up his neck and to his chin. “if you keep kissing me like this, I’ll never let you go.” Her shut eyes unveiled a dark and hazy (Eye Colour) filled with more desire than he, his words seemed to render useless and utterly meaningless to her. Half-lidded eyes of lust and seduction pierced at his sexy and deep sapphires. A hum emitted from her as she tugged at his bottom lip with her incisors, pulling him forward either her whole body only to be forced back down with both of her hands pressed against his chest.

“I don’t really care if you won’t let me go,” she hums amusedly at his smirk growing wider. “more fun for me and you, right?” she chirps, rolling her hips against his as she watches his head fall back with his eyes shut. A pleased groan falls desperately from his lips as his fingers ever so sneakily rubs up and down her thigh and lands on her ass to trail to her soaked folds, soaked her her own arousal. Hands slightly ghosting over her clit, she pushes her ass out more than before, earning a shuddered breath from the male underneath her just so she can earn a little friction from his fingers.

“Look at me,” he ordered, her eyes falling immediately from his voice and onto his lustful optics. She could feel his fingers untangle themselves from her hair and trail to her lips, his middle and index finger pushing inside her mouth as she takes it sexily. He was only torturing himself at this point, he felt that anything this woman he knew by the name of (Last Name) was intensely hot. “if you keep leaving marks like this, other ladies will get jealous.” He warned jokingly, as if it meant something to her.

“If you keep talking, you won’t get any of this.” She mused as she pushes off of him.

“Oh?” He raised both of his brows in surprised amusement. He tilted his head sideways a little, drinking in the sight of her finally removing the treacherous undergarment that was hiding the beauty of her supple breasts. She simply tossed the useless article of clothing to the side with a smirk, avoiding his needy hands with a sway of her hips as she faces her bare back to him. Her hands tangle in her hair as she arches her back, her ass sticking out towards him that pushes a chuckle out of him. Slowly, but intentionally she shook her ass above his hardened bulge, grinding on his clothed cock once she came in contact.

His hands instantly fly to her breasts, pulling her back flush against his chest as he toys with her sensitive buds. Ever so carefully, he placed a chaste kiss on her back, her head rolling on his shoulder as she moans against his touch. He squeezed harshly, pushing the two mounds of plump flesh against each other as she arches her back, her arm wrapping around his neck behind her. “What is it you want to do to me, honey?” She huffed, her wet pussy salivating with more arousal as she soaks his briefs with it.

One hand tangled in her hair once again, this time tugging it a harshly away from so that her neck was even more exposed to him. Through gritted teeth, he spilled exactly what she wanted to hear, “I’m gonna push you into the sheets and lift your ass in the air,” he growled, biting at her earlobe for a quick second, “and then I’m going to give your ass a smack so you know that you’ve been a dirty whore to me,” he continues, his hand falling to her clit. “and then I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk.” He finished, pressing his fingers against her clit, earning a little squirm from her.

“A-Ah~ S-Sounds so, so,” she sighs in pleasure, her face giving off a supremely pleased reaction about his ministrations. “fucking goodto me right now~” she hummed against his touch, grinding her ass against his bulge even more, “Shame that I don’t have that time,” she dropped her arms from around his neck, his hands falling down with his hopes as well. “I have to work early tomorrow, I’m sorry, Chūya.” It was always like this, she knew what she did to him. Getting his hopes up only to step on them. That’s how she always kept a tight leash on him.

“But, what I dohavetime for,” she dropped onto her knees in front of him, pulling down his dress pants he went into work with, the ones covered with her lovely juices. He wriggled along with her, helping her with his undressing. “is this~” she pressed her lips against the soaked briefs where his cock hid, leaving a quick kiss before discarding his underwear too. It didn’t take long before his entire length was enveloped in wet warmth, sending his eyes rolling back with one pop.

“Just sit back and relax…”

00 | Introduction

“No marks.” Her plump lips huffed ever so pertinently. Her wishes were clear as water, her stance compelled her words.

“No marks? That’s funny, so you get to paint my skin with those sexy lips of yours, but I can’t bruise you up with mine, buttercup?” He chuckled at her strong pout, his hand reaching for her arm.

“Test me and watch what happens, Hun.” She just so happened to yank her arm away from out of his reach in time before he could even touch her with his addictive linger.

“Alrighty then, tiger. No marks.” He exhaled with an amused smirk, wondering how long he could last to oblige to her order.

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“How come I can’t ever leave anything on you, belle?” He whined, his head resting on her bare lap. How unfair it was to be blessed with the lovely dark bruises she left with her lips on his skin, but to be not be able to return the favour? Truly.

“Exactly that. You wouldn’t want to ruin this, would you?” She laughed ever so wholeheartedly, the face he gave sunk in and was effective. She gazed down at him curiously, his sweat rolling off his forehead and onto her lap.

“It is tempting if I must say.” His hand reached up to caress her rosy cheek, only to be avoided immediately.

“No.”

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