Thread by @AmeliaSmith201

🔞 #soukoku #nsfw

Sex Conference

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• Exhibitionism
• College AU (kinda)
• Logic is only semi-present

Dazai gets fingered in front of a crowd of people at a sex conference, where he accidentally ran into his crush - Nakahara Chuuya. 😉

A senior year university student, Dazai Osamu liked to visit all kinds of curious places from time to time. He usually went in the company of fellow students, for example to a sex museum or some kind of blowjob conference, mostly to laugh, but also to learn something useful

occasionally.

He knew would definitely benefit from such knowledge at some point, and sue him, maybe he's just a little curious as to how far he can go in his perversions without arousing public condemnation.

This time the friend group’s choice fell on oh-so very normal

downtown gathering, though it didn't seem so to anyone but Osamu.

“Dazai, remind me, what are we doing at the anal orgasm conference?” Ango all but wailed, long accustomed to his friend's antics though still trying to resist.

“What do you mean what? We are expanding our

knowledge! And it’s very useful. Do you know where your prostate is and how to come by stimulating it?”

Ango just raised his eyebrows, blushing a little.

“No.”

“Well, now that you’ll be able to find it, maybe you'll be less serious," Osamu joked, waving at Kunikida, Yosano

and the poor Sigma who had been dragged here as well.

The conference was supposed to last two days. Some very serious people in suits were checking IDs and tickets at the entrance, but it was quite pleasant inside the building.

Spacious halls, curtained windows, for obvious

reasons, and a bunch of presentations.

Dazai saw an advertisement for this event a couple of months ago and immediately decided he wanted to attend. Someone sent a link to their group chat, and Osamu instantly became wildly curious about at least who from their university would

show up here, and for the sake of decorum, he did drag his friends here.

Besides, the subject interested him. Who wouldn’t want to learn about prostate orgasms?

Yosano was the first person he approached with an invitation, and was pleasantly surprised when she told him she

had already registered. Kunikida lost a bet, and Ango showed up because he always did, like a loyal friend to Dazai that he was. Even Sigma came willingly, though blushing ear to ear.

Essentially, despite the potential embarassement, it appeared that is friend group didn’t

really mind to partake in something like this.

There was only one other person Osamu was desperate to bring along, and only one that he couldn’t. He even almost worked up the courage to ask him, and even approached him during the break between classes, but it didn't work out.

As it always did, or rather, didn’t, when it came to Nakahara.

They had been at odds with Chuuya since the first week of their freshman year, when Osamu, not really caring where or how fast he was going, spilled cold coffee on Chuya's white shirt as the latter was walking

quietly down the corridor, and then laughed like an idiot instead of apologizing. Nakahara didn't like that one bit, of course, and when Dazai mumbled that he was worrying for nothing, that he looked very sexy in a wet see through shirt (a sight which stuck permanently in Osamu’s

mind, and to which he masturbated regularly), Chuuya kicked him in the thigh and told him to go fuck himself.

If only Nakahara had known how much Dazai was in favor of such an outcome. Blatantly not knowing how to behave toward Chuuya, because every time he tried to apologize,

it ended up going in some other direction, making everything even worse. Generally, Nakahara ignored him altogether, except for occasionally calling him an idiot.

Osamu couldn't behave normally around Chuuya, and couldn't stop his own weak excuses for flirting, feeling that

at least this way he was always paying attention to Chuuya and getting something back. Even when the two were dating other people, Chuuya was never neglected by him, throwing his arm around his shoulder, groping him at parties if they managed to get there together, and making

jokes like "Chuuya is so pretty" to the entire class, making Nakahara turn red, as Dazai assumed, from anger.

But all this was better than a complete lack of attention.

Sometimes Dazai got downright sick of the two of them acting like they really hated each other, calling each

other names and cursing in front of everyone. Dazai couldn't think of anything better to do than to ask Chuuya to this conference, but when he mentioned the name of the event, Nakahara started yelling that he and Dazai definitely wouldn't go to places like this, and left, before

he could be surprised that he hadn't started getting beaten up yet.

Osamu forced himself not to notice that Chuya didn't say that he wouldn't go, nor that the conference didn't interest him. True, there was little hope that Nakahara would show up here today after all.

The whole morning was devoted to various meetings in different halls, where they talked about everything from instructions on safe anal sex to fisting, showing and selling various toys and explaining their uses. Ango crumpled for a long time, but finally agreed to come in with

Osamu for a couple of very scandalous lectures, while Yosano dragged an unresisting Kunikida into the hall where they talked about safe BDSM. Sigma disappeared altogether, texting Dazai that he'd found something much more interesting and would show up later.

The main event of the first day, however, was supposed to be a demonstration of the skills learned through practical application. Osamu, for reasons he didn't understand, was particularly keen on the idea of attending this part of the event. He wanted to participate. It was

written on the website, in very delicate language, that anyone could act as a "guinea pig" volunteer. Spectators with a special desire to gain practical knowledge of where the prostate is located in men and what methods can be used to make their partner experience pleasure will

be given the opportunity to demonstrate their skills in front of everyone.

Dazai knew exactly what that meant. It would be possible to walk up and stick their fingers up strangers' asses (the site courteously mentioned gloves), but the interesting thing about this whole event

was just that there was a possibility that they would need volunteers on the spot. Most were preregistered, Dazai was sure - after all, who in their right mind would call out of a crowd of spectators to undress in front of everyone and let someone make you cum with their fingers

while driving them into your prostate? Only a lunatic.

Osamu only smiled from such thoughts, thinking that there was no reason not to raise his hand when the organizer asked if there was anyone willing to try it on themselves.
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The rather large space, flooded with light, and the number of seats for about two hundred people did not embarrass Osamu at all when he and Ango finally found the right room. Most of the seats were empty, suggesting a relatively intimate atmosphere (if you could call a

fifty-person audience that, of course). Dazai and Ango took seats closer to the stage, in the third row, and paid little attention to the speed with which people filled the space.

If Osamu had been completely honest with himself, which was very rare, he would have admitted to

himself that he was a little scared. He was as nervous as any normal person would be at the prospect of being one of the volunteers. Still, though he wanted to try, Dazai was also suddenly aware that he had agreed to cum in front of a crowd of people, or, if he couldn’t under

such circumstances, at least to be finger-fucked by a bunch of strangers.

Thoughts like that made his lower stomach feel warm and his mind to dissolve into warm jelly, but his hands were still shaking a little.

The event began like any other, first the presentation, which

gradually migrated into discussion. The whole situation was more like a university seminar than anything else, and Dazai was already relaxing in his chair when he heard the organizer’s voice.

“We now invite our volunteers for a hands-on demonstration. A reminder that voluntary

participation is mandatory…”

There was a sudden noise in his head that drowned out absolutely everything around him, from Ango's surprised but understanding gaze to the whispers that ran through the hall. Dazai was in no condition to pay attention to anything of the sort,

his legs barely carrying him to the stage where, behind a screen, he would have to undress at least below the waist and lie down on the tables provided by the event. At least there were a few of them.

Part of Osamu really had to force himself to go to the stage. It wasn't as

scary anymore as it was unusual, but with at least Yosano in the audience, he was sure that nothing bad would happen to him. After all, he had total strangers and close friends in front of him. The latter would not mock him in any way, and he didn't care about the former.

Stepping onto the dais and glancing behind the privacy screen with the rest of the volunteers, Dazai glanced around the room, when suddenly he felt as if the ground had gone out from under him. From the middle of the hall, a few rows behind Ango, a pair of bright blue surprised

eyes stared at him.

It seemed to Dazai that he was close to passing out from shock and joy at the same time. Despite the surrealness of the situation, he was able to appreciate the fact that Chuuya, his elusive, handsome, slightly arrogant, and so desirable Chuuya, was somehow

miraculously here.

At this conference, and he was about to watch Dazai get finger-fucked by people they both didn't know... If this wasn't a unique first date, Osamu couldn't think of what would be.

Forcing himself to swallow and making an effort to extinguish his anxiety,

he forced himself to meet Chuuya’sgaze and waved at him, smiling lightly.

This is something he certainly won't forget.

With these thoughts in mind, Dazai went behind the screen and with slightly trembling hands began the process of undressing.

Sometimes Chuuya wanted to see Dazai fucked out of his mind. Roughly and thoroughly fucked, so he’d moan and scream as a thick cock rammed into his insides, making him cum harder than a whore. He was infuriating, arrogant, narcissistic and selfish, but so fucking beautiful.

So ridiculously handsome, with those stupid jokes, like the one Chuuya seemed to be engaging in now, spotting Dazai on stage at this insane conference.

His friends and he came to the event purely for a laugh, but what Nakahara didn't expect at all was to see Dazai Osamu, a

guy who pissed him off and excited him at the same time, as one of the volunteers for the “practical application of knowledge”. Who knows what's going on here, Chuuya thought, but seeing the way Osamu turned pale upon noticing him, he knew right away this was a perfect chance he

couldn’t let slip by him.

In front of the audience, on a small dais, stood several tables, similar to those for massages. Volunteers had to lie on their stomachs, with their legs slightly apart, their backs to the audience.

Dazai tried to ignore the fact that his bare ass

was about to be seen by everyone present — at least he wasn't alone in it. There were five of them, after all. But the fact that Chuuya Nakahara was in the audience was maddening.

Undressed below the waist, he lay down, as did the others, on the table, feeling that the

situation seemed rather erotic to him. It wasn't hard to deal with his emotions about it; rather, it was exhilarating, and Osamu was even glad he had agreed to it. It would be something to remember.

The woman who had been giving the presentation earlier walked over to one of

the volunteers, two tables away from Osamu, and, wearing sterile gloves, began the demonstration, gently but unceremoniously wetting her fingers with lube. The guy came pretty quickly, apparently the organizer knew exactly what she was doing. If she imparted knowledge with the

same efficiency, there shouldn't be a problem.

After a couple of moments, she invited the willing audience to come out and try to do the same. Dazai tried not to look over his shoulder, but he noticed that some people jumped out of their seats at once, mostly girls.

A few came up to Dazai at once, lined up in a line that pleased his ego. After all, he knew he was very handsome, and by and large, only Nakahara alone had neglected him. Where was he, by the way?

“He's taken, ladies.”

A low, sneering, painfully familiar voice came from behind Dazai, who, in an attempt not to seem obvious in the fact that he was wildly curious about what was happening in the hall behind him, completely missed the moment when Chuuya materialized behind him.

He walked around Dazai's table, stopping in front of him to make sure he saw him.

“Isn't that right, Dazai?” Nakahara asked with a chuckle, looking him in the eye. “You're waiting for me, aren't you?”

His mouth went dry instantly, and the hands on which Osamu leaned slightly,

resting his elbows on the table, trembled slightly at the smug expression on Chuuya’s face.

The girls, especially the tall blonde standing nearby, were about ready to start getting indignant, but the smirk on Nakahara's face transformed into a grin before he turned to them.

“You may stay to watch, but only I can touch.”

Such possessive remarks already made Osamu blush and his cock twitch, making him want to whimper. He didn't have the strength to answer clearly, so he just nodded, and turned away from the girls, lowering his head slightly

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slightly to avoid meeting Nakahara's piercing gaze again.

Dazai felt, twitching slightly in surprise, a warm palm resting on his buttcheek, squeezing slightly. He didn't want to fight the urge to spread his legs at all — the touch felt gentle, and the effort with which it

caressed his soft spots left him weak. But a ragged, low moan, barely drowned out by the whispering of the girls around him, escaped Osamu's chest when Chuuya’s wet finger grazed his hole, massaging it in a circular motion.

His breath rumbled, though Dazai tried in vain to calm

himself. It's Chuuya, his fellow student whom he's known for three years and who he jerks off to every night, nothing bad can happen. Especially in a crowd like this... Where was Yosano, he wondered... And these girls were watching with such attention...

Apparently noticing that Dazai's thoughts were clearly somewhere else, Chuuya inserted his finger halfway inside, with the way Osamu's fists clenched the towel and the table he was lying on, and leaned to his ear.

“Osamu... relax. Focus on me," Chuuya whispered.

Only whimpering in response, Dazai tried to comply as he closed his eyes and exhaled loudly. The sensation was pleasant; Chuuya seemed either to have been listening very carefully or to have done this before, and despite the primary discomfort, the arousal didn’t go anywhere.

The palm on his ass slid higher, toward his shoulder blades, and pressed down on his shoulder blades, forcing him to lie down completely.

In this position, Dazai would have been uncomfortable lying down without turning his head sideways. The question of where, or rather whom

to look at, didn't even come up. On one side were the girls, some giggling, some with blushes and rounded eyes watching the red-haired beauty slowly insert his finger into the anus of the tall, thin guy, and on the other was Chuuya Nakahara.

There couldn’t have been anybody else Osamu would want to look at. He lay back, obeying Chuuya’s wishes, and, bringing his fist to his mouth to stare at him obliquely, if anything, to stifle his moans.

The smirk was still on Nakahara's face. He slid his middle finger in deeper,

as far as it would go, trying to feel the little bump that would make Dazai moan, that arrogant jerk whom he wanted to kiss every day, to grab his ass tightly and maybe fuck him in the restroom, to spread his legs and throw them over his own shoulders.

But for now, Chuuya only felt a pleasant shiver in this gorgeous body in his hands, and though not from fear or discomfort, which was obvious from the hazy stare of Dazai staring at him with a lovely blush on his face, it certainly wasn't from pleasure yet.

He came here for that, didn't he? Probably out of interest, like Chuuya, but the bandaged prick clearly was onstage for something else. Did he really like being watched that much? Inserting his finger a little deeper, Chuuya began to gradually move his hand, creating a friction

that Osamu desperately craved, judging by the already fully erect cock between his legs that he had to lie on.

His skinny hips twitched slightly upward, and the girls still standing next to him giggled as they noticed how sexily Dazai arched his back. Just a little, it was

only one finger, but Chuuya’s imagination, quickening the pace with his hand, was already painting beautiful pictures of Dazai moaning in his bed, stretched out on something bigger than his middle finger...

Without waiting, though maybe he should have, Nakahara inserted a second

finger, enjoying the wet warmth around it. The sensation was very unusual but pleasant, perhaps because it was Dazai, hot and tight, practically sucking him inside, and Chuuya was already cursing these gloves.

He’d take them off next time.

Dazai was just going crazy at this point. With pleasure, with the feeling of Chuuya’s fingers no longer just massaging his hole, but practically driving into it, because in just a few moments the rhythm quickened so that everyone standing nearby could definitely hear the vulgar

squelching from the lube, his pelvis lifted as if by itself, his eyes rolled back, and his mouth barely let out a moan.

So hungry for something, Dazai was already having trouble understanding what, in this room full of people as perverted as himself, his attention was focused

only on Chuuya, on his long fingers, the grace of which he remembered from all those moments when he had admired them from afar in class. Glancing at Chuuya, he noticed him staring between his legs, Dazai had completely forgotten that they weren't alone here, cock leaking, and

his moans... They must have been his, coming from his chest as they were. Biting his fist in vain, Osamu swallowed as his hips jerked sharply toward the third finger...

That feeling of fullness, the shivers all over his body, mixed with the pulsing walls around Chuuya’s hand,

was all too much for Dazai. He was thinking with difficulty, and was barely breathing when he heard a quiet order to do just that, "breathe, Osamu," through the shroud of pleasure. Following the advice, unable to calm himself, it seemed to Dazai that his emotions were about to

gush out of him.

It was Chuuya, Chuuya, who had finally found his prostate, pressing on it with an insane look in his azure eyes, his strong arms and perfect body, his mesmerizing laughter, his talent and kindness... His Chuuya, who had come to this conference after Dazai

had invited him, had not left him alone on stage, having seen, by some miracle, the terror in his eyes...

Dazai would have made himself think that he was making it up, if his inner walls weren't throbbing around Nakahara's three fingers, at a sex conference,

surrounded by a crowd of people. You don't do that to people you only hate.

It wasn't long before Dazai was ready to cum that he thought his body was just a taut string and his mind — fragile glass, when Chuuya finally looked into his eyes, a crazy, languid look that conveyed

far more than the usual "I hate you”.

His hair slightly mussed over his face, the white shirt, the rolled up sleeves, the choker... Dazai had been crazy about him for so long, and now he was fucking him in the middle of the crowd. The fingers, his favorite fingers now, were

moving in a wild rhythm, driving into his prostate, pressing, massaging, and Osamu suddenly noticed that he had not been lying for a long time, but wiggling with an elevated pelvis, and his cock pressed against his stomach, legs shaking like his thighs...

Realizing that he couldn't take it anymore, but also not being able to beg to let him cum with words, Dazai with a moan, loud enough to be heard by probably everyone in the room, arched his lower back even harder, moving towards Chuuya’s fingers,

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who, grinning, seemed to get the hint, glaring, and pressed the swollen from stimulation lump with force...

Everything went white in his eyes, and the rest floated away — the whispering of the girls, the slight hum of the crowd, and the pounding of his own heart. A hoarse moan

escaped his throat as he came on the towel beneath him from the mere stimulation of his prostate, shuddering in pleasure. A second layer, without even having had a chance to return to his senses, Dazai heard his favorite whisper in his ear again.

“I knew you'd like it. What a slut you are, Osamu.”

Anyone else would have been offended, or upset, but Dazai cried out loudly and closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath as he fell into a pool of his own cum. His inner walls throbbed wildly around his still-inserted fingers

which Chuuya still hadn't taken out of him. Not that he really wanted him to, but he knew it was inevitable.

Suddenly a kind of frightening despair overwhelmed him, a clear sign that the post-orgasmic release of serotonin was passing. Chuuya’s just going to walk away now, right?

How would he look him in the eye now? Had something changed between them? Dazai was about ready to turn around and look at Chuuya with pleading eyes, but he didn't have time - a hand slid under his chin, holding it tightly. Nakahara leaned toward him and, against all his

expectations, kissed him. On the lips. In front of everyone.

It was a light, gentle touch, Chuuya caressed Dazai's bottom lip, smiling into the kiss. Osamu felt his facial muscles twitch, and he himself wanted to laugh out loud from happiness, especially when he heard the girls

whispering from the corner of his ear. But something as intimate as a first kiss was not something he wanted to share with anyone around him, and Chuuya likely shared the sentiment.

Breaking from the caress, Nakahara smiled, looking Osamu in the eyes, still not taking his damn

fingers out of his ass, ingratiatingly said.

“We should talk, I think. I'll wait for you in the car.”

To this, Dazai merely nodded. He couldn't even answer, and kept smiling like an idiot.

— Le Fin

(might write part 2 if my brain cooperates but 🫠)