Thread by @ggravenspam

Bottomzai week day 1: Lipstick
#BottomDazaiWeek

NSFW 🔞 // SKK, lipstick/makeup fetish, drunk sex

a note: sorry it’s just a lazy ramble-y fic— I’m planning in fleshing it out for ao3 🤔 but it’s 6am rn and i need SLEEP so take this lol. enjoy~ +

+ ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

He always /hated/ it when Chuuya had to dress as a woman for jobs.

One, because it’s ridiculous. He’s a very obviously muscular man and his voice is anything but feminine. The only reason it was always his role was his height, and the fact +

+ that redheads are apparently ‘exotic’ to these wealthy men, and a pretty girl gets special treatment (even if she has to remain silent the whole time, lest Chuuya’s baritone ruin it for him).

The whole night, they mingled, Chuuya playing the dutiful, +

+ subservient ‘personal assistant’ to Dazai’s wealthy playboy CEO persona. Many times he was kicked under the table with all the power of an anti-tank missile for his comments, but Chuuya always surprised him with the quality of his acting.

But word must +

+ have gotten out somehow, because their target never showed.

When the order came to extract, they both shared a look, deciding then and there that they were going to treat themselves first.

Dazai flagged the bartender down. The two of them downed shots +

+ like it was their job— Well, Dazai did, at least. Chuuya /politely/ sipped from a fruity cocktail… That he’d discreetly dumped a whole flask of vodka into. By the time they actually heeded the increasingly annoyed voice on their earpieces to “/LEAVE THE +

+ DRINKS AND GET OUT/“, they were a bit too wasted to care about the lecture they would surely get tomorrow.

Thankfully they had a room in this swanky hotel, and it was a nice one. TWO beds. Incredible.

Dazai flopped down without a care in the world, face +

+ first into the soft hotel pillows, letting out a groan of drunken sleepiness. Chuuya wanted so badly to do the same, but with a face full of makeup… No.

Dazai, being Dazai, caught on immediately.

“Chuuya’s a painted whore,” he mumbled into the pillows. +

+ “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were into this kind of thing.”

Chuuya pelts him with a heeled shoe, growling.

“Shut the fuck up!” He screeches, not nearly as humiliated as he should be. “You were the one that kept grabbing my ass!”

“Only +

+ because Chuuya has no tits.”

“NO SHIT, SHERLOCK.”

Dazai grumbled some more, rolling over to look him up and down.

“Mm, the only redeeming feature is the makeup,” he slurs, laughing to himself. “That lipstick makes you look like a proper femmy fatal, or +

+ whatever.”

“Femme fatale,” Chuuya corrects, and then pauses, touching a finger to his lips absentmindedly. “Y’think so?”

“Yep.”

Another pause, Chuuya’s brain stalling a bit, and then another high heel finds Dazai’s face, Chuuya storming off to the +

+ bathroom.

“You fucking lipstick fetish sleazebag, I feel bad for any woman that’s had the displeasure of seeing your dick!”

Dazai laughs, rubbing his cheek.
“I’ve never been able to act on it, though.”

“Act on WHAT?” Chuuya shrills from the bathroom, +

+ followed by the sound of a makeup bag clattering open. He must be taking it off now… Pity.

“Act on the whole lipstick thing,” Dazai replies. “You know… When the lady has lipstick on, and sucks your dick, and leaves the imprint or whatever it’s called +

+ around it…”

Chuuya is eerily silent for a few seconds.

“… I don’t get it.”

“Eh?”

“I don’t see what’s so hot about that.”

“Well… It’s just hot.”

“That’s a shitty explanation.”

“It’s hot!”

“Use your WORDS!”

Dazai huffs, flopping back and +

+ thinking.

“It’s something about… The dominance, maybe? That she marks you as hers, leaving the lipstick on your skin… And you can see how deep she took you… and then when you’re done, you can see it all smeared all over her mouth. That’s +

+ sexy.”

Silence.

“… Right?”

More silence.

“… Chuuya—“

“Keep talking.”

The voice comes out a bit strained, and Dazai /immediately/ knows what’s happening.

“Is Chuuya… Masturbating?”

One long, tense, heavy silence, as Chuuya’s hand freezes in it’s +

+ ministrations, his mind too tipsy to control his impulses, and Dazai’s words getting to him too damn fast…

And then he storms out, slamming the door open, and all but tackling Dazai down onto the bed.

He tears off that stupid expensive suit, yanking +

+ Dazai’s pants down just enough to get to what he wants, and then he doesn’t hesitate. He just wets his lips and takes him to the hilt in his mouth.

Dazai’s brain is not processing fast enough for this at all.

He jolts, a loud, shocked noise ripping out +

+ of him at the sudden stimulation, hands trying to pry Chuuya off, confused and tipsy and /holy fuck that feels good/, he can’t stop himself from bucking up into his mouth.

Chuuya forces Dazai’s hips flat on the bed with an arm laid across his pelvis, the +

+ other hand gathering both of Dazai’s and pinning them to the side, holding him in place. And then, he pulled off of his cock, nice and slow.

Dazai watched, mesmerized, as that ring of red appeared around his shaft, the mark that Chuuya left to show him +

+ exactly what he’s capable of… All the way at the very base. He took it /all/.

Dazai throws his head back, squirming and whining, trying very hard to buck his hips again, but being denied.

“Chuuyaaa, what are you… What’s… Oh, /fuck/…”

Chuuya just hums in +

+ response, repeating his earlier action, slowly sinking his cock into the heat of his mouth, the tip firmly in his throat, and then pulling back. Then he lets his cock go with a ‘pop’, and Dazai is treated to that beautiful, /beautiful/ sight of Chuuya’s +

+ mouth covered in smeared red lipstick, spit, and precum.

Now, to be fair… Dazai has had more than his fair share of alcoholic beverages. He’s also incredibly pent up. And Chuuya has been way too sexy all night. But mostly the drinks are to blame for what +

+ happens next.

With a startled noise of confused pleasure, his hips jerk and his legs tense, and without warning, cum spurts from his tip, coating Chuuya’s lips even as he jolts in surprise. Again, and again, thick loads paint his face, which he’s very, +

+ VERY pleased to find that Chuuya allows… If not /enjoys/.

When his sudden and, honestly, embarrassingly fast orgasm finally dies down again, he goes limp, groaning with exhaustion, confusion, and a bit of shame.

Chuuya is calm, as he licks his lips +

+ clean, tasting the salt and bitterness of the cum on his tongue, swiping the rest away with the sheets, and then standing and padding off to the bathroom.

Dazai assumes he’s just going to clean up.

He is not.

He comes back with a handful of lipstick in +

+ different colors and brands, dumping them on the floor and hauling Dazai up by the hair, sitting him upright with a sadistic grin.

“Who the fuck said you could rest? I’m not done with you yet,” he growls, tilting his head slowly, staring him down.

“You +

+ had your fun, two-strokes,” he laughs, smirking victoriously as he slaps him with that nickname. “But I guaran-fucking-tee you… /I’m/ not gonna be so easy to please.”