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Dazai Osamu, or as he’s known here; Dollie as an unofficial nickname that’s quite popular, or Bunny .
A stripper in maybe the fanciest strip clubs owned by the Port Mafia in Yokohama with a bit of a special trait… Bunny ears, soft and white bunny ears contrasting his dark hair.
It might be one of his best traits if not for his impeccable skills on the pole. Of course, being a great stripper people might pay a pretty penny but to see him in some outrageous things.
In this case, a Reverse Bunny Suit . Probably— No; definitely one of his most daring outfits yet when performing for an audience who he knows will go wild when they see him in this. People cheered and gave him a lot of money when he wore a normal Bunny Suit. How would they react if they see him in this ?
It’s… quite humiliating, he thinks; sighing. Might as well wear some panties to at least try and be more decent in this article of clothing, if you can call it that, that is… It’s not like his chest is fully out and naked for everyone or the client who requested this on him to see anyway.
Said client, Hirotsu Ryūrō. The boss of the Port Mafia and one of his favorite clients, working in the mafia to do errands was a side job of his that pays extremely well— even better than the pay here surprisingly.
Hirotsu was waiting for his arrival in a private room, one of his favorite rooms too. Such great interior to match the warm and dare he say- spicy tension that’s bound to happen with him and certain clients. He smiles as he peaks in the small window on the door that’s going to be shut once he arrives inside the room.
Having a robe on, he giggles to himself and wraps his hands around his own waist watching the client— his client scroll through their phone, most likely humming to himself while waiting for him.
It gives him an ego even though it shouldn’t, but he can’t help himself. It gives him such a sense of pride in himself when he sees regulars who pay the full price just to have his way with them. Another reason why he’s so popular is that he always and I mean always gets what he wants with his clients; putting on a bratty but innocent persona does the trick. He takes a deep breath and giving himself a pep talk before going into the room.
The door opens to reveal the bunny still in the robe, heels clicking on the hard-wood floor as he makes his way in front of the client. Hirotsu raises an eyebrow.
“Hm? A present to unwrap? For me?” Hirotsu speaks up, Dazai can’t help but smirk. “ Of course it is. Shame that you know what you’re getting underneath the wrapping paper, it must’ve spoiled the surprise.” He sighs, putting his hands on his waist, foreboding the inevitable embarrassment later.
“Can’t you just unwrap yourself for me, doll? You always nitpick on my ways of taking clothes off of you, maybe that’s why I rip the pretty things off instead.” Hirotsu says so casually with a smile, a blush appears on Dazai’s cheeks with a pout.
Huffing, he shakes his head. “You always get so impatient and pull the ribbon off so quick or so slow. Of course I’m going to nitpick!” The sight of Dazai pouting whilst blushing is absolutely adorable, Hirotsu would pay a grand to see it outside this space.
Hirotsu laughs, putting his hands up. “Of course, of course dear. But you didn’t say no on my offer, you complained instead— I don’t exactly mind you complaining, I, in fact encourage it. Go on, run that mouth and we’ll see what happens.” His eyes darken, the expression getting more serious while still having a smile on his face.
It sends shivers down Dazai’s spine, Hirotsu always knew how to pull the strings to get Dazai more aroused than he currently is and for him to comply with his orders. Without any more complaints, Dazai sighs; defeatedly as he pulls down the robe to reveal the outfit. Hirotsu’s eyes widen as he glances at every detail on Dazai.
A white shiny leather with gold embodiments covering his arms and legs, the white complementing his floppy ears. Ruby red earrings and embellishments decorate the light ears gifted by Shibusawa.
The majority of his torso is completely out in the open, save for the bit at the top which connects the two sleeves. A little bit of shiny fabric to cover his adorable shaven— On the neck, a collar with a bell that a leash can be attached to it wraps around the pale and clean of any marks, it was also gifted to him by one of his clients, Fitzgerald was his name.
Heels that connect to the leathery fabric that’s covering the legs, it’s shiny itself; making noise when it hits hard-wood floors and making a distinct clicking noise that became a signature for his outfit with heels. That distinct clicking noise whenever he walks alerts people of when he’s going into rooms or when walking on stage to be a noise that makes eyes turn on him.
On his unmarked or unbruised skin, thanks to people just asking for head, both of his nibbles are not covered by anything; no bandaids that he wears whenever he wears a maid dress.
Just rosy buds on his chest becoming hard to the cold air being present in the private rooms and Hirotsu looking at him up and down. He can feel shivers going down his spine once more as he notices the familiar look on the other’s face.
Hirotsu wants to devour him.
“Like what you see, daddy? ” He says with a grin on his face. “ I do. ” Hirotsu’s eyes snap up to Dazai’s, growling his response. “Do you need me to get on that pole and dance for a bit or do you want us to start now?” Dazai asks, the other hums. “Dance first, doll. I need to savor you in this before wrecking you and the outfit together.” Hirotsu leans back, making a hand gesture to go to the pole.
He smiles and nods, making his way to the side first swaying his hips a bit and bending down to put on some music before starting. It feels so embarrassing yet so arousing knowing that Hirotsu’s eyes are staring directly at his bare back. He hears Hirotsu click his tongue in satisfaction at the “subtle” movement of his actions.
It fills this empty void that he calls an ego.
“Is it on the rules to not take photos or videos of the dancers, doll?” Dazai turns his head to Hirotsu who asked the question, humming. “Ever since when did you care to follow the rules, boss?” He stares at Hirotsu, waiting for a response that he didn’t get.
Instead, Hirotsu shrugs, staring at Dazai instead. He sighs, getting a remote to change the lights for a semi-small spotlight pointing to the pole, and the rest dimming and leaving the lamps; lights under stairs and couches to give off light to see the rest of the room that isn’t the center stage.
The stage is set.. Music is prepared.. It’s showtime.
He starts the routine, trying to ignore the fact that his hard nubs are out in the open and the fabric down below isn’t hiding much. It’ll become obvious that he has a plug shoved in him when the fabric shifts during the performance, and it does; so early in the performance that the fabric shifts.
Staring at Hirotsu whilst dancing, he can see his eyes trail down to the now uncovered pussy. It humiliates him to many degrees, not that he’s complaining of course… He’s getting wetter and wetter as Hirotsu watches him dance on that pole practically while naked.
As Hirotsu’s eyes meet his, his face flushes. His client smirking as he takes in the sight. He can’t ignore and hide his embarrassment any longer—
He’s so close to just get down on his knees and start the session early to push it away, but he persists. Instead, he avoids Hirotsu’s gaze unlike in his other performances where he maintains eye contact with the client whilst dancing; whether on the pole or on their lap, he stares at them with pride and lust in his eyes. But that makes it cuter, Hirotsu thinks.
He wishes he can tape this dance but he’s broken enough rules already, his cock already hard when Dazai revealed the outfit on him; he really wanted to take Dazai right there at that moment. He sighs internally.
Dazai will really be the death of him…
The dance ends, using the remote to control the lights once more; Dazai turns the spotlight off and walks over to Hirotsu. Still not being able to look at him in the eyes, he looks at the suit instead. Getting on his lap, making sure to grind on the bulge on the boss’s pants as he lightly kisses his neck.
Pulling the tie off, he uses the other free hand which he’s been using to stabilize himself to kiss Hirotsu by pushing his head into a kiss, a far tender one for what’s to come next.
He moves his position on the lap for his back to lean back on Hirotsu’s chest and ass directly on the cock that’s still being confined; he grinds his hips in circles, down at the other’s bulge. Hands grip hard at his hips, “ Oh! ” He squeaks in surprise, a low voice whispering in his ear.
“ You’re making it hard for me to not destroy you right now, you know that right, Bunny? Finish your performance before getting greedy. ”
Hirotsu kissing the back of his neck after squeezing his waist, Dazai moans lightly, giggling and grinding down quickly before getting up to dance on his lap. As he dances on Hirotsu’s lap, he smiles, still avoiding his gaze.
“You’re real cute, aren’t you?” Hirotsu’s hands run up his waist, a hand going up to his chest; squeezing the small lump of fat on his chest. “I can’t wait for the main event, doll.” “ You’re so embarrassing, boss… ” Dazai mumbles, cheeks as red as the hair of another client of his. “You like humiliation, don’t you? You wouldn’t get a patch of my pants stained with you.” If the impossible was possible, Dazai’s cheeks get redder.
He’s sputters, seemingly having enough of the teasing and getting up. Pushing Hirotsu down to the couch and goes to his knees, making sure that Hirotsu at least shuts up about him being cute with a blowjob. “Ah? Having enough of the teasing, cutie?”
Unzipping the pants and trying to pull them along with the underwear but to no avail. He whines. Hirotsu lifts his head up to look him in the eyes with a hand to the chin. “You aren’t getting your treat this easy, Bunny.” Dazai whimpers at the statement, getting impatient.
“Beg for it. Beg for daddy’s cock, angel.” “You’re being so mean…” Dazai whines, palming Hirotsu’s dick and disobeying his orders. “You want it too, you know… Can’t I just make us both get what we want? You can fuck my mouth and I’ll get your cum!” He smiles, laying his head on Hirotsu’s thigh.
Hirotsu hums, seemingly thinking about it. “But daddy wants to see you beg, angel. I might just leave you like this for someone else to take and cum into if you disobey my orders again.” Once again with the casual tone of leaving Dazai soaking and absolutely horny, in which Dazai pouts and lets out another whine. “You won’t do that to me.. You aren’t that meann…” “Am I? Am I that mean, Osamu? Do I have to remind you again?” Dazai doesn’t answer, looking off to the side with a flushed face knowing what he’ll do to remind him.
Hirotsu leans down, a hand going to the side; just resting at his ass, rubbing it. “ Does my dear bunny want to get spanked again? Does he want his ass to be sore the next morning? Does he want to feel what I’ve done to him until next week, knowing that there’ll be more people that’s going to pound in your slutty, little cunt and seeing your bruised ass that makes them think that you’re even more of a whore than you already are? ” He whispers in Dazai’s ear, his voice going deeper, staring at him.
“ D-Daddy… ” Dazai moans out, his thighs pressed together. “Oh? Is the little slut getting wet at the events of the future? What am I saying, of course he is. Can’t wait for others to see who really owns you, huh, Osamu?” Hirotsu smirks seeing Dazai nod frantically. “On my knee, your back facing my chest.” Hirotsu orders, watching Dazai scramble to get up and on his knee.
Tugging down the fabric to the middle of his thigh, Hirotsu places soft and tender kisses on his back. He continues rubbing his ass and holding him by the waist before his other hand goes down smacking his ass hard once, Dazai squeaks, “Count, doll.” “ O-one… ” Another smack, “ Two! ” And another one. “ Three! ”
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“ Th-Thir..ty…! ” Dazai’s thighs are shaking, his ass bright red. There’s tears running down his face, he really is such a masochist… “Do you think you can still suck daddy off, Bunny?” Hirotsu asks, gently rubbing the reddened area of his ass; making Dazai’s thighs jump. “ Yes! Yes.. Yes I can…”
“Good, good. Will you now be good and beg for me?” “Yes! Yes! Daddy please! I- I want you in my mouth!” “You want who in your mouth, doll?” “Y-you—“ Dazai moans loudly as his already sore ass got slapped again. “Try again. You want who in your mouth?” “I-I want.. d-daddy in my mouth…” “Hm. Good enough. On your knees again.”
Dazai gets off from Hirotsu’s knee leaving a puddle there as a result of him being soaking wet. His legs shaking, not being able to stay balanced on his legs and he drops to his knees. Hirotsu chuckles seeing the state Dazai is in. “You’re so cute… Absolutely perfect for this job.”
“C- Can I pull down these now..?” He looks up at Hirotsu, batting his eyelashes. Hirotsu nods, putting a hand up to his hair and makes an effort to pet him and caress his floppy ears, which makes Dazai freeze and whine. “Stop making me stall!” He pouts, finally freeing Hirotsu’s cock and exposing him to the somehow still cool air of the room. Hirotsu shudders, his cock hitting his stomach as it twitches.
Dazai’s breath hitches, no matter how much he’s seen and take it, it’s so big… Even he’s surprised how he keeps taking this large thing with ease. “ Fuck… ” “If you want to drool over my cock, have it in your mouth so you can drool around it, angel.”
He nods, taking the cock in his hand, giving him a handful because of it. And goes on to start worshiping it. He places a light kiss on the tip, peppering more kisses down the shaft to the base. He exhales, placing more kisses on the base of the cock.
Breathing in the muskiness of it makes him weak, he can’t help but moan lowly and lightly squeeze the shaft that’s making it not rest on his face- much to Hirotsu’s disappointment.
Hirotsu still enjoys the worship of his dick a lot, he knows Dazai is an expert at this, the previous boss trained him to be great at this. Dazai’s tongue run all the way to the base back to the tip, “ Oh— Fuck, Osamu baby… You’re doing so good… ” Hirotsu moans, gripping Dazai’s hair.
He takes the tip in his mouth, sucking around it. The taste of pre-cum hitting him, whining around the tip sending vibrations up Hirotsu’s spine as he laps the precum leaking off the tip. Digging his tongue at the slit, slowly dragging his hand up and down to keep Hirotsu entertained and on edge.
Pulling off the tip requires self-restraint holding him back to take the rest of the cock fully. “Look what you’re doing to me, love…” Hirotsu mumbles, his hand still on the other’s hair. Dazai smiles. “Having fun, daddy?” He tilts his head to the side, pulling the tip back close to his lips. Hirotsu laughs, pulling Dazai up to a deep kiss. “ I am. Daddy’s having a lot of fun right now. ” “ I’m glad… ” Dazai replies, murmuring on Hirotsu’s lips before getting shoved back at the base of his cock.
“You know what to do, slut.” He nods, pressing kisses on both balls. Taking one in his hand to squeeze lightly and massage, whilst drooling over the other and switching once he’s deemed one got enough attention. His other hand on Hirotsu’s thigh, this time letting the dick rest on his head and leak precum all over it; which he knows Hirotsu is getting off to. He can feel the cock resting twitch.
Finally, after Dazai worshipping and giving attention to all parts of Hirotsu’s dick, he finally takes it in his mouth. Taking it slowly inch by inch before Hirotsu grips his hair and slams the rest in his mouth, in which Dazai makes a noise sending another vibration up.
Hirotsu moans at the sudden warm and wet sensation he slammed into and the vibration that was sent up. “I might cum early, Bunny…” He warned, slowly thrusting in and out of his mouth.
With Dazai swallowing around the head deep in his throat, he tries to push everything into Dazai’s mouth before cumming, his balls pressed right at his chin. He probably can feel it pulse as he shoots out strands of cum filling his throat. “ Fuck! You feel so good, baby! ”
Dazai swallows most of it. Some spilling out of the sides of his mouth and down to his chin. Pulling away from the dick, a string of spit still connecting the tongue to the tip. Hirotsu wipes the excess cum that he wasn’t able to swallow with his thumb and wipes it on Dazai’s lips.
Licking his covered lips, he swiftly cleans up the cock; it shining with spit when light shines. Getting up from his position, getting a tad smug and proud of himself for making his daddy cum first before him, and he hasn’t even entered him yet.
He goes to sit back on Hirotsu’s lap, in some miracle, he manages to get into a position that lets Hirotsu’s cock be in between his thighs. Squeezing his thighs with a smile, giggling as the dick produces precum.
“ Have your way with me now, daddy. ” He whispers in Hirotsu’s ear, wrapping his arms around his neck, letting have all the control.
Dazai gets pushed to lay down on the couch, making a noise at the impact, Hirotsu starts to thrust in between his thighs holding his legs by the knees. Dazai reaching up to cup Hirotsu’s face, pressing a kiss on his lips giggling a bit. “ Fucking tease… ” Hirotsu mumbles.
His thrusts get slower, catching Dazai in a deep kiss as he cums on his stomach, making a hot mess on the bare stomach. “That’s two now…” Dazai mumbles, his legs falling perfectly to show off his pussy, still stuffed with the plug.
Hirotsu raises an eyebrow, “Ah? What is this?” He pulls out the plug, a thin line of Dazai still connecting the plug to his cunt. “Ah. You came prepared.” He chuckles, pushing in a finger which Dazai gasps at. “Y-You just noticed? I thought it was obvious..” “I was busy fucking your thighs, love. Hm, loose.” He smiles, taking the finger out and licking it clean. “Wanna fuck me properly now, daddy?” Dazai asks meekly the blush on his face returning. He pushes his legs up.
Hirotsu doesn’t respond, pushing in the tip of his still sensitive cock in; gaining a low moan from both of them. Pushing more and more inches in him, just after halfway Dazai whines. “ Full.. already… ” “You’re doing fine, love… Just relax and be good for daddy and you’ll take it with ease.” Hirotsu kisses the pulse point just above Dazai’s neck. Whispering sweet nothings in his ear.
Wrapping his hands around the other’s waist, digging his fingers in; surely leaving bruises. Fully pushing his whole dick in, filling him to the fullest. Dazai bites his lip, his warm walls squeezing around the cock, moaning. “Want to take a minute to adjust?” Hirotsu asks in a tone that makes Dazai melt, it’s so caring and sweet; it makes him warm inside. He nods, his hands gripping the couch covers, he’ll probably rip them off later on in the night knowing how rough Hirotsu can get…
“Alright, alright, just stay relaxed and be a good boy. You like being good, right baby?” Dazai nods, practically melting in Hirotsu’s arms trying to desperately be good for him. “ I— I do.. I do! ” Hirotsu smiles, pecking his cheek. “ Fuck me… Fuck me please— “ Dazai begs, “It hasn’t even been thirty seconds, yet you’re already begging without me asking.” Hirotsu laughs, leaving a line of kisses down his neck.
He thrusts roughly, drawing out a loud moan from Dazai, continuing the biting and sucking on the other’s neck. Moving Dazai to be on his knees and have his ass up, he starts to thrust slowly. Treating Dazai as if he’s something fragile and needs to take utmost care of after the harsh treatment.
Dazai whines, pushing back and starting to fuck himself with Hirotsu’s dick. “Now, now. Getting impatient, doll?” He whimpers, Hirotsu holding him in place he tries to push back again.
Hirotsu sighs, the whining mess under him was really making it hard to stay focused. “ Daddyy.. pleasee! I need you, please!—“ Dazai gasps, Hirotsu starting to pound in him, the room fills with loud and high moans and wet slaps.
“ Please— Daddy c-close! ” Hirotsu smiles, “I’m close too, love.” He whispers in Dazai’s ear. “Do you want daddy to breed you? Filling you up to the brim? Claming you on the inside? ” He slams his hips onto Dazai’s. Dazai nods frantically, he rolls his eyes back; close to being blissed out.
Hirotsu’s thrusts getting sloppy and his breath getting heavy down Dazai’s neck. His hand going down to Dazai’s clit, rough fingers rubbing. Dazai’s arms give out, his body being supported by Hirotsu. His legs spread out enough to still keep him on his knees, Hirotsu cums in him, his cock buried in Dazai; the tip of his cock pressing against the cervix.
Dazai squirts after. His legs shaking, drool running down his chin. His body twitching and shivering and Hirotsu’s cock slips out. Hirotsu laughs.
“Having fun yet, Bunny? Do you like it when daddy breeds you full?”
“Y- Yes! Yess..! Daddy!” He gasps; his legs shaking, jumped when his sensitive, used pussy got slapped being moved to lay on his back.
“ We aren’t even done yet, Osa~mu. ” Hirotsu drags out Dazai’s name in a singing tune.
“H- Huh? A— Ah! Daddy, wait! S-Still sensitive~!~ ”
Dazai squirts again with a loud moan as Hirotsu pushes in, “ N-Nooo! I— I made a mess againn! ” Dazai cries out, his cries turning into moans and hands covering his flushed and humiliated expression as Hirotsu immediately setting a harsh pace. Wet slaps can be heard echoing in the room, if the room wasn’t soundproofed; it would’ve been heard outside, people would know just who Dazai truly belongs to.
Just as Dazai was about to slip into subspace, they get interrupted by a phone call from Hirotsu’s phone. Dazai whines, his head leaning to- or at least trying to lean into Hirotsu’s neck. “Ah.” Hirotsu stills, making Dazai whine more and louder. Hirotsu trying to shush him as he gets his phone.
“… It’s Tachihara.” Dazai can barely see a smile forming on Hirotsu’s face. “ Ta.. Tachihara..? ” “Hm? Is he also one of your clients, Bunny?” Dazai doesn’t answer, looking down at the ruined and probably stained fabric of the couch. Thrusting hard once when Hirotsu doesn’t hear Dazai answer, moaning loud. “ Be quiet, whore. ”
“Hello? What do you need, Tachihara? Is everything alright?” He asks, putting the phone on speaker, slowly thrusting in and out of Dazai. The other covers his mouth, biting down to be quiet.
“There’s like, some people here from the Agency who need to see you. Like their president and stuff.” Hirotsu hums, his thrusts slowly going faster and harder as Tachihara stays on the phone. “Ah? I might not be able to come back to the building on time. My hands are quite full right now.” He smiles, looking Dazai directly in the eyes.
“Shit, uh. Do I direct them to Kouyou?” “You do. I make her in charge whenever my hands are always full.” “Right, right. Okay.” Wet slaps can be vaguely heard on the other line. “Uh…” Dazai’s eyes fill up with tears, having a difficult time staying quiet, soft moans escape his mouth.
“I-I’ll leave you to do whatever you’re doing, boss…” Tachihara stutters, hanging up, obviously he heard what was going on and immediately put the pieces together. Hirotsu throws the phone somewhere, smiling. “Happy, love? Tachihara now knows what we’re doing, you can be loud now.” Dazai nods- or at least tries to.
Hirotsu starts to pound in him again, the slide being smooth, he loudly moans out, his legs wrapped around Hirotsu’s waist. The thought of Tachihara pretending to hang up and overhear him get fucked stupid by their boss lingers in his mind, the thought making him even more turned on.
“Ah? Getting tight again? What’s on your mind, doll? Is it about Tachihara?” The man fucking him slams into him once mentioning Tachihara, Dazai squeaks. He knows what he’s thinking about. “Do you want him to hear us? Maybe even watch us? How does that sound?”
Dazai tightens around the cock, his eyes staring directly at Hirotsu’s eyes. He smiles.
This is going to be a long night…