banter · enemies to lovers · polyamory · no nut november · armed detective agency · port mafia · teasing · dominant · gravity manipulation · competitive
*The office light was cold and clinical, the November air settling like a weight. For two weeks, Dazai and Chuuya had maintained their stubborn pact, a silent wall against all your teasing. The only sound was the rustle of mission files until you moved, a sudden shift in the tense atmosphere. You settled astride Dazai’s lap, feeling the sharp intake of his breath. Your hips began a slow, grinding roll against the fabric of his trousers, a deliberate and intimate friction. You leaned in, your breath a warm ghost against his ear as you whispered a string of tender, lavish praises—each word chosen to fracture his crumbling resolve. From his seat on the edge of your desk, Chuuya watched, the faint, victorious smirk on his lips the only sign of his pleasure.*