Out of the warehouse

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/16461203.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: F/M
Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
Relationship: Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs)/Original Character(s)
Character: Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Original Characters
Additional Tags: Dazai being sweet for once in his life
Stats: Published: 2018-10-30 Words: 4415

Out of the warehouse

by MyTerribleIdentityCrisis

Summary

Don't read this, this is bad

"If you don't stop me I'll fuck you right here on this counter..." Dazai whispered into her ear, wicked
mischief lacing his voice, the smell of sake hanging in the air around him.
She couldn't move. Her eyes shut tight, her hands covering her mouth, her entire frame shaking in
terror.
"Come on, kitten, I know you have it in you..." His fingers traced the outline of her slit through her
panties. "I know you can do it, go on, resist me..."
She tentatively grabbed his hand and pulled it away from under her skirt. Her grip was barely
enough to be noticed and her hand was shaking so, so much. This demonstration of resistance took
everything she's got, probably. She was too scared to do anything else.

Still, she was so cute when she was scared.

"Moving my hand away? Come on, I know you can do more than that..." He grinned and clasped
her hand with his, fingers intertwining. He could see her flinch at his touch.

So terrified.

So adorable.

"Go ahead and say something, my dear, or I'll just keep going..." He brought his forehead to touch
hers as his free hand slipped down her back and kept her from moving away from him.
"....you smell like alcohol..." She whispered, her voice muffled by her hands.
"I'm hammered, sue me." Dazai casually said, shrugging, and then went on to lick the shell of her ear
with a pleased hum.
She shuddered.
"You really have to stop me soon, precious..." He bit her earlobe playfully, delighted at her eyes
snapping open in surprise. He could see a tear twinkling at the corner of her eye.

She looked so fragile, he could tear her to pieces if he wanted. So delicate he could snap her in half.
So small he could crush her like an ant.

So perfectly and deliciously helpless.

This wasn't always like this. Had his mind not been clouded with alcohol, he would have stopped
minutes ago, way before she was sitting on the counter, his body keeping her legs spread, the buttons
of her shirt open and her skirt lifted up. She was way beyond her limit way before that. Dazai
crossed the line long ago. But when he was this drunk, the hungry beast inside of him couldn't be
contained around her. He knew she couldn't resist him anymore. She wasn't even able to make a
single sound earlier, when he shoved himself into her mouth and made her swallow his sperm. She
was powerless to move when he forced himself down her tight and warm throat until he came. He
knew she was too scared to breathe then, and he picked her up to the counter anyway. He knew he
was hurting her, and in his state, it only made him want to hurt her more.

But then she did something.

Something he didn't know she was capable of doing.

Something he thought she was stripped of the might to do two years ago at that warehouse.

Something that made the gravity of his actions finally dawn on his drunken self.

She reacted.

"Please...." She spoke softly, her hand leaving her mouth. "Please....don't be rough...."

...

SHIT.

What the hell was he doing?

Dazai pulled away from her, disgusted with himself. He took a look at her. Her tearful opal eyes
pierced his heart with the miserable glow of them. He hasn't seen this look in well over a year.

"I'm....sorry...." He mumbled nervously.

She didn't respond.

"Are...you....ok...?"

Suddenly, she jumped off the counter and into his arms, pushing him. They both fell to the ground
with a loud thud that was barely audible through her cries.

"TOO MUCH!!! DAZAI!!!! TOO MUCH, TOO MUCH!!!!" She cried. "I'M SO TIRED, I
CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE!!!" Dazai's head was buzzing. All he could do was stroke his lover's
hair as gently as he could, and feel ashamed of himself.
"I'm so sorry love....I..."

GUILT.

The feeling of guilt was something he rarely had to face. He was able to sleep well at night with his
bloody hands, not once was he bothered by the memories of agonising pain he inflicted on others in
his darker days. But there was something about her pain that he couldn't quite ignore...

He knew exactly what it was. Why it was that she alone was the target of his mercy. Why she was
the only thing keeping him from sticking a bullet in his brains. Why for the past two years he couldn't
think of anyone else but her.

Because she didn't belong there.

She was a bright ray of Sunshine, an agent of light, pulled into the pits of despair by otherworldly
darkness. She was a beacon of hope that was tainted by mortal folly. She was a good person and
something bad happened to her. She was never meant to be this miserable. She was never meant to
be so very broken.

She was never meant to be here, with him.

And more than he wanted to own her, more than he wanted to ravage her, more than he wanted to
corrupt and destroy her, he wanted to save her.

He wanted to-

"I WANTED TO TOUCH YOU!!!" Her voice hit him like lightning.
"What...?" Dazai looked at her tiny frame above him. He steadied himself on his elbows, wiped
away her tears and gently put his hand on her head.
"I wanted to touch you, I wanted you to touch me, I wanted to, but I CAN'T DO THIS!!!!"

Two years.

Two long years since the night he pulled her from the rubble.
Two years of teasing, pushing her to her limit, and messing with her. Two years he was sure were in
vain. He was convinced that this would go on forever. That she will never return his affection. That
he was just playing this game without an ending, slowly wasting away until he will eventually
perish.

"I want you to stay with me... I want to stay with you... I want to believe I can, but I can't... I close
my eyes and all I can think about is you, but then I open them and all I can see is that warehouse....
And it'll hurt... And I don't want it to hurt... I just want the pain to stop...."

"I'm sorry I'm too drunk to do this properly," he cleared his throat and sat up straight, "but I believe it
is time to finally get you out of that warehouse."

"I can't get out. There IS no way out." She gave him a sad smile through her tears that didn't stop.
"Sure there's a way out. I will get you out. I can save you." He then gently pulled her to straddle him.

"I'll make you forget."

"I can't forget."
"I'll still make you. Trust me."
"I can't trust you, I can't trust anyone."
"I know, little rabbit. But I'll still save you from this. Now just close your eyes and listen to my voice.
I'll get you out of there."
She looked at him. Her eyes were like a stormy ocean. Big and mysterious and so, so troubled. She
refused to close them, refused to trust him. He wanted to reach out and yank her soul from her body
and bring her to the light and free her from the shackles of her own existence and oh god he wanted
to fuck her on the counter HE JUST WANTED TO FUCK HER ON THE COUNTER.

Gently, he pulled her up by the collar of her shirt and brought his lips close to hers, so close they
almost touched. "I'm going to kiss you now. If you want to stop, I want you to pull on my shirt, can
you do that?" She nodded. Dazai smiled and went in for a kiss.

A soft and gentle kiss, that started shallow. Her teeth were clenched close, she refused to open her
mouth and allow him access, but he had time. His left hand creeped up her back and to the back of
her neck, his fingers found a perfect spot, tangled in her hair, his other hand was on her hip now. His
tongue lightly brushed her parted lips, and with a moan he attempted to make her open up. She
slowly did, tentatively, and he didn't waste a second to slip his tongue in to touch hers. She made a
quiet sound of surprise and then froze, her breath halted. Dazai knew that look in her eyes, but he
wasn't going to let her fear win this round. Instead of pulling away like he normally would, he
snaked the hand that was on her hip round her back and pulled her for a hug, tongue not breaking
contact with hers for a moment. The hand that was in her hair started softly stroking her.
It worked.
He could sense her muscles easing, he could see her eyes starting to close, and he could feel her
tongue starting to give way.

She was reacting again.

She beat fear for the first time in two years.

"Good girl..." He broke the kiss. "You did marvellously."

"Thank you..." She smiled faintly.

DAMN, she was so tempting. Dazai just wanted to get her on all fours and pound her like an animal
until she collapsed. But he couldn't do that.

He had to be gentle.

He was drunk, but he had to stay focused.

"Let's get back up on that counter, shall we." He stood up, pulling her after him and leading her back
to sit on the counter. She complied quietly and obediently. When she was nicely and comfortably
seated on the counter, Dazai gave her another kiss. This time, she let him in immediately. Feeling
more confident, Dazai allowed himself to be more forceful with this one. She responded well,
allowing him to bite her lower lip gently, her hands fixed to the counter to keep herself from falling.
She closed her eyes this time, too. Dazai moaned approvingly into her mouth before letting go.

"You're delicious..."
"You taste like alcohol..."
Dazai giggled.
"Now, shall we move on?" He undid about an arm-span of his bandage and ripped it.
"What...are you doing with that...?" She looked horrified.
"Showing you how it's really done. Didn't you know? It's very normal for a man to want to tie up his
lover like this." He smiled innocently and proceeded to tie her hands behind her back.
"N-no...please-" before she could continue her plead he kissed her one more time. This kiss was
short but passionate. "Don't worry, love...I'll get you out of there, you'll see..."
From her lips, Dazai's trail moved on to her neck. She started whimpering in panic, clearly unhappy
about being bound.
"I'm going to have you now..." He murmured into her skin sensually, "until you beg..." He kissed
her tender skin down her neck and above her, regrettably, still covered breasts.

"I'm begging right now!..." She yelped when his finger hooked under the strap of her bra.
"And it's music to my ears, my love~" he cooed happily, releasing her left breast from its confines.
He marvelled at the sight of her for a moment before looking her straight in the eyes.

"Should I stop?"

"My hands...."
"If you want to keep going, the restraints have to stay."
She looked down meekly. Ah, how precious she was. It took all of Dazai's strength to resist ripping
her clothes off right then and there.

"I don't want you to leave me..." She whispered.

"Then I guess I'll just have to stay with you." He smiled at her and then took her breast in his hand.
How it fit so perfectly in his palm, it was like this was were it belonged. Like it was demanding to be
held by him. His index finger traced the hardening nipple as his other hand got busy with the other
strap. He carefully listened as her breath hitched.

"What are you...doing... to me...?" She barely managed to ask, her body shaking under his touch.
"Just testing the waters." He hummed before pinching her nipple. She flinched.
"Now, I am having a blast over here, how about you my love, are you enjoying yourself?" He pulled
down her bra and squeezed her breasts with just enough force to make her gasp a bit. Her face was
flushed, she bit her lips, but didn't answer.
"I think you're having fun." He squeezed again, and then closed his lips around her right nipple. She
eeped in surprise and instinctively pulled away, but Dazai wasn't going to let her escape him. His
hand fixed itself at the small of her back, firmly holding her in place. He looked up and gauged her
reaction. She looked at him back, and nodded.

Looks like he can keep going.

He started slowly licking her nipple, working around it with light touches. At first she held her
breath, but when his free hand found its way to her other breast, her stiff body started to relax. Once
she started breathing again, Dazai decided he could push this a little further. He flicked his tongue
over her sensitive nipple, and gently pinched the other one. She started panting when he switched
sides, and was barely able to hold back the sweet sounds that came out of her.

"Now, little princess...." He gave her nipple one last kiss before retreating, "would you terribly mind
if I got rid of your skirt?"
"D-don't..." She said without thinking. Dazai raised an eyebrow. "Are you saying you've had
enough already? And I was hoping we could keep this party going all night." She let out a shaky
half-moan when his thumb touched her nipple once again.

"I think...I'm at my limit..."

"You wanna know what I think? I think you can handle a little more teasing."
She looked at him with a nervous look.
"Don't worry, princess," he reassured her, "If you want to stop, I'll stop."
"I....want to keep going..."
"That's my girl. So, since we're talking, I think we should address the issue of how to proceed," His
thumb idly rolled her nipple from side to side, "seeing as the obvious next step might trigger some
unpleasant memories for you."
"The obvious next step?" The conversation seem to distract her a little bit from her current position.
Typical of her to be so easily distracted, he thought, but then again it was charming the way she so
quickly shifts between fear and curiosity.

"Well, naturally, I would like to get you out of your panties and drill into you until you're a wet mess
beneath me. But that won't do, now, would it."
She kept silent for a moment, then took a deep breath. "Perhaps it's best if you didn't do that."
"But then again, you don't want to stop, and I'm not particularly inclined to stop either." Dazai sighed
thoughtfully.
"So...what's the plan?" The sudden change in her face as his words clicked in her brain, that spark in
her eyes, the way she was considering this like she is solving a puzzle, sent him a reminder that the
girl in front of him was in fact worthy of his admiration even when she wasn't a total mess.
"So glad you asked!" He cheered. "I think my best course of action, in the spirit of taking things
slow, would be to first let you experience an orgasm."
"What?" She blurted out, stunned by how straightforward that statement was.
Dazai gave her a devilish smile and then tugged at her skirt, signalling he was about to remove it.
"No!!! No please!!!" She panicked and instinctively kicked him. He caught her leg before sustaining
any damage, this didn't exactly catch him by surprise.
"I-I'm sorry...." She whimpered apologetically.
"I know you are." He smiled at her. "Listen to me," he cupped her cheeks gently and fixed her face
to look straight at him, "we can stop if you want, I won't leave your side just because you're scared.
If you need more time, I can wait. But it is important that you know that I'm not going to hurt you.
You don't have to let fear rule your life. I want to introduce you to pleasure, if you would allow it."
Then he gave her one more deep kiss.

As his lips touched hers, as her tongue tangled with his, she took his words under careful
consideration.

It's been two years. He waited patiently for the past two years, thanks to him she made unbelievable
progress. Under his wing she was protected, under his guidance she was getting better. He didn't
leave her side. He wasn't going to. Wether or not she chooses to go on tonight will not change his
view of her, because for the past two years, he's been willing to wait for her, without even being
asked to. She knew of his troubled past and she knew of his own pain, but he was willing to put
those aside for her. This man she admired and loved from the bottom of her heart wouldn't betray
her.

She should trust him.

And yet...

"This won't make things better." She spoke softly and quietly, like she was ashamed of what she was
saying. "You keep looking for answers where there are none. You think death is the solution to a
problem that doesn't exists. You think I can fill the hole in your heart but I can't. Fixing me won't
save you."
Dazai was visibly taken aback by her sincerity.
She could see the gears in his head turning. Now he was the one with a puzzle to solve.
"Saving you won't fix me, either, huh." He looked down.
The room was silent.

"I don't think you need fixing."

Her voice pierced the silence finally. She didn't sound scared anymore. She looked at him,
determination and confidence burned in her eyes.
"What?"
"I don't think you need fixing."
"I'm drunk."
"I know."
"I'm suicidal."
"I know."
"I almost raped you."
"I know, I was there."
"I'm broken beyond repair."
"So am I," she smiled at him, and it was like the sun coming out after the rain. "but you accepted me,
is it really so strange that I would accept you?"
"Yes." He smiled back. "That's why I love you so much."
"I don't believe you love me, that's how broken I am, and yet here you are."
"Here I am."
"This can't work."
"So....double suicide?"
The statement came out of nowhere and sent her to a fit of giggles. "You're crazy!" She barely held
back her laughter.

And there it was.

That sobering, heart warming, ice-cap melting laughter of hers. How could he not hug her? The
surprise silenced her, which was a shame, but when he heard her laugh all he wanted in the world
was to be closer to her, as close as physically possible.

"Do it." She whispered.

He took a step back and gave her a mischievous grin. "That's all I needed to hear."
With one swift motion he pulled her skirt and underwear off and threw them aside. He could hear her
say something along the lines of 'not so rough' but he couldn't concentrate on account of the fact that
this was a momentous occasion for him, and he was too busy trying to capture it in his heart. Slowly
spreading her legs he dove down and just took a moment to appreciate the spectacle that was before
him.

"Y-you're staring!" She struggled to move but his hands firmly held her in place.
"Just enjoying the view." He hummed, DAMN. Two years he waited to see what she was hiding
between those dainty legs of hers. Two years on which he denied himself any other woman, through
a screen or otherwise, expecting the moment the girl he was pining over would finally let him in.

And there she was.

"Absolutely worth the wait." He whispered half to himself and then looked up at her, just to make
sure she's still on board. Her face was as red as a face could get, her opal eyes filled with doubt and
fear, her lips muttering something incoherent, but she wasn't pulling away.

Still, just to be sure, and even though every fibre of his being was ready to jump her, he decided to
start small. He brought his index finger closer, all the while making sure she wasn't regretting this,
and then gently and delicately brushed over her fold.

"Nghhh...." She let out a sound.

"Oh my gosh, what was that?" His eyes widened at her in delight. "Do that again!" He ran his finger
over her slit one more time, even slower this time.
"Nghhyahh....!" Her face contorted.
"Holy crap, that sound's adorable! Who knew you could make it?" He repositioned himself to have a
better angle, moving to her side. His finger slid up and down her lower lips, her legs started shaking,
and the sweet noises didn't stop. Through the haze of sheer excitement at these newly discovered
vocal capabilities of hers, he started sensing some moisture building up at her core.
"You missed your true calling as a musician, you have an incredible voice." He praised, "but I'm
curious to see what other noises I can draw out of you." And then he slowly slipped a finger into her.
"Nnnnhhhh..." Oh god, that was almost a moan. He was sure of it.
"If you're going to moan, do it already, I'm absolutely DYING to hear it." He slowly curled his
finger inside her, scraping her insides.
"I...can't....nnuuuhhh...." She whimpered as he pulled his finger out of her and then went back in.
"Don't hold back, dear. I WANT to hear you." Dazai felt the need to revisit her neck for another
kissing session, but his finger didn't stop moving in and out of her. If she was going to make him
work hard to get a moan out of her, then work hard he shall. His lips nipping up her neck and at her
jaw and his finger slowly and gently moving in her were just the beginning, he was more than
willing to see how much more it would take for her to crack.
He pulled his finger out all the way, and in went two fingers this time. She gasped and bit her lip,
and attempted to catch his eyes with hers as if she was begging for mercy.
He avoided her gaze, he knew if she made eye contact and he'd see her in her current state he
wouldn't be able to control himself. And he enjoyed being in control. He enjoyed this game too
much to cut it short. Little did he know, he was about to win.
As his pace steadied, his thumb instinctively reached out to press against her clit.

"AH!!!"

He froze.

"I...I'm sorry..."
"My my, so you CAN moan. I was beginning to think you didn't have it in you."
Now that she started, there was no stopping her moaning anymore, not that he for a moment even
thought about ever allowing her to stop producing that magnificent music.
He pumped his fingers in and out of her as his thumb circled her little nub vigorously. Now that she
wasn't holding in her voice, Dazai took notice of how ridiculously sensitive she is.
"Marvellous response, my dear. Tell me, were you ever touched like that before?"
She shook her head no and let out a low, soft, quiet moan when his movement stopped again.
Dazai gave her a moment to catch her breath, and used that moment to take in the sights.
Judging by her sensitivity, her reactions, and her past, it was pretty likely she wasn't masturbating. It
was safe (and correct) to assume she never climaxed before, as neither rapists nor rape victims focus
too much on the satisfaction of both parties.
Dazai wondered what would be the best way to savour her approaching first-ever-orgasm, and then
he noticed her liquids started overflowing and created a wet spot on the counter.
The glossy glow of her juices tipped the scales, his mind was set.
With a smirk he pulled out of her, and went back to standing between her legs.
She almost pouted when a moment passed and he hasn't returned his fingers to their position between
her legs.
"Aw, disappointed?" He brought his fingers to his lips and licked the viscous liquid off them. "You
won't be disappointed for long..." And with that, he bent down, and without any further preparation
he gave her slit a loud and firm lick.
"D-DAZAI!!!" She yelped in surprise.
'Clearly, she isn't familiar with the concept of cunnilingus.' He thought to himself. 'All the more
reason to keep at it.'
As much of an expert Dazai was with his hands, he was more than capable of bringing a girl to the
brink of tears with his tongue alone, and having her first climax in his mouth sounded too perfect to
not do.
"Aaahhh, d-Dazai!!!...." She moaned when his tongue expertly manoeuvred from the bottom of her
rosy lower lips to her clit. Once he was at her clit, he lingered there a bit, flicking his tongue over it
until she cried out his name again. She tasted so sweet he couldn't help but lap up her juices and
enjoy the taste. His tongue diligently worked its way around her entrance, prodding and exploring.
Then he closed his lips around her clit and started lightly sucking on it.
"No...I feel weird...Dazai...." She could hardly breathe through her moaning. He could tell she was
close. Before she had the chance to react, he slipped his tongue into her, as far as it would go. And
wiggled it inside of her.

That was it.

A spasm, a low grunt, and then a heavenly wave of unfamiliar pleasure washed over her. Dazai
moved back just in time to catch a glimpse of her face.

Confusion? Satisfaction? Maybe both?

"What....?" She mumbled as her high started to subside.

"That, my dear," Dazai stood up straight, licking his lips, satisfied with his work, "is the way out of
the warehouse."
"I've never..."
"How did it feel?" He inquired as he hugged his little lover.
"I....I'm not sure...."
"Ohoho, well then, should we try it again?"

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