They see you wearing tight shorts

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Dazai osamu

Dazai osamu BSD x reader

Dazai is a pervert, I think we all know that, But he is a respectful pervert. 

It would take him such a long time to be able to touch you like that without overthinking, He probably still overthinks, But definitely not as much as before. 

As soon as he sees you wearing those tight shorts, He knew it was going to be a hell of a day. 

The shorts defined your curves so well he just wanted run his hands over them and maybe that is quite a perverted thought, But can he really handle himself when you look like that? 

He whistled at you, And when you looked at him, Surprised by the sound, You saw him checking you out. 

You blushed brightly then looked away.

"Oh, Come on Y/N, Look at me, Or are you perhaps feeling shy~" He said. 

You kept standing there, Still frozen in place.

"Fine then." He muttered, And before you could turn around to see what he was going to do, He was standing behind you. 

His hands were on your waist, Bringing you close to him, And then turning you around. 

"You look so hot right now, You know? Did you do that on purpose? To tease me, Huh, Y/N?" 

You shook your head, "No, Dazai-san, I pro-" 

You squeaked as you felt a slap on your butt, Quickly hiding your face in his chest. 

"Ahh~ Now now, Don't hide your pretty face from me."

You thanked god that none of the others were here right now, You couldn't imagine just how embarrassed you would be if he does that to you in front of them. 

"W-what are you doing, Dazai-san?..We can't do this here, Y-you know?" You said, Your voice quite muffled from his sand-colored trench coat. 

"Oh? Why not~ Hehe, Nobody is here to see us anyway, Why are you so shy, Darling~?"

You hid your face in him more, Getting even more shy from the pet name. 

Suddenly, You heard a cough, And when you looked at the source of the sound, You saw kunikida, Behind him the rest of the members. 

'Shit..' You thought. 

Dazai's left hand was still on your butt, While the other was on your waist, Holding you close to him. 

You immediately pushed him away, And coughed loudly, Clearing your throat. 

"It-it's not what you think!!!" 

"Oh for sure!" Ranpo said, Looking at the both of you, Smirking to himself and then going to his desk. 

"Sorry for interrupting, I get how you feel!" Naomi said, Looking at you, Then at Tanizaki, Smirking. 

You looked at dazai with a glare, While he looked at you, Acting innocent. 

Someone cleared their throat, "Uh guys, Why is everyone tensed up?" Atsushi came in, Feeling the mood. 

"Oh sorry! We just interrupted Y/N and dazai's mome-" Tanizaki was cut off by you. 

"No no! There were nooo moments! Yeah? Everything is okay atsushi! Yeah haha, Go on with your day guys."


Chuuya nakahara

Chuuya nakahara BSD x reader

Just a normal day, Well, It was, Until he saw you wearing shorts, And everything went down. 

He just had to control himself, Easy right? 

Wrong. 

It was so freaking hard to control himself from jumping at you, And eating you up. 

Your butt looked way too freaking good with those shorts, And oh god, Your thighs. 

Your thighs were looking so thick and juicy and he thinks his brain just stopped functioning because oh god. 

He was trying so hard to stay still right now. 

And not jump at you. 

To not cover your thighs with hickeys. 

To not slap your butt right then and there. 

He was holding back on so much but is it really his fault? 

No it wasn't, It was yours. 

The fact that you wore this out to work, And expected him, Your boyfriend, To not get worked up-. 

Wait wait. Was that the point? Was getting him to look the whole point? 

He had noticed how whenever he looks at you and you catch him, You smirk, And then look away proudly. 

Perhaps this was part of your plan, Maybe it was even the reason of you wearing those tight shorts today. 

Him seeing. 

That made him chuckle, And then he proceeded to think about revenge on you. 

He's not going to look at you the whole day, He knows it will be a pain in the ass for himself too, But the urge to take revenge on you was so strong. 

So he went on with his plan, And ignored you for almost the whole day. 

But then. 

"Hey, Chuuya-San!" You called out. 

He looked at you, Smiling as he usually does when greeting you. 

"Hey, Y/N? Something happened?" 

"Huh? No! I came here for you."

"Uh uh~ Why?"

"You know why~" You whined, Then raised your eye brow. 

He tried to act innocent, Tilting his head curiously, "Hm? No I don't. Am I supposed to?"

"Oh come on, Weird hats man!"

"Have you been sitting with shitty dazai?" He said with a scowl on his face. 

"Nope, You just have a weird obsession with weird hats, Anyway…You really don't notice?"

"No I don't, What is it Y/N?"

"My..shorts…You really didn't notice them?"

There. 

He leaned head against his arm on his desk. 

"Did you want me to?" He said with a small smirk. 

"Well, Maybe, But that wasn't the only rea-" 

He stood up, And wrapped his arms around your waist tightly. 

"I noticed, I also noticed how you wanted my attention so bad, So I thought why not ignore you?"

You frowned, "Meanie!" 

"I am from the port mafia, I am not supposed to be nice you know?" 

"At least be nice to me!" 

"Why so?"

"Because I want you to."

"And who said i am listening to you."

"Chuuuuyaa~!"

He chuckled pulling you closer, One of his hands sliding down to grasp your butt. 

And he squeezed hard, "Is this, Perhaps, What you wanted?"

You squeaked, And hit him lightly. 

"At least warn me!"

"Did you warn me before wearing those shorts?" 

"Well…"

"It doesn't matter now, I want you to come to my house as soon as we're done with the work, Yeah?"

"Okay."

Well, It was going to be a long night.

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