Warning
"Will You Take My Hand?" spoilers. Read at your own risk. (Only after the stars)
Underage (sex and smoking)
NSFW (public sex technically)

Chuuya's P.O.V

February 14th. A day where people present the one's they love with chocolates, flowers, and little gifts to show how much they mean to them.

It was also a day I've hated since the first time I experienced it. Valentines day has always been a lonely holiday for me, one that I did anything and everything to avoid everyone.

The problem with that was that I worked for the Port Mafia now and I was on a mission on Valentine's Day. The problem only got worse since my partner was also my boyfriend.

"Why does Chuuya not like Valentine's Day anyway?" Dazai asked not looking up from his handheld game.

He was sitting on a brick wall while I leaned back against my motorcycle, facing him.

I took a drag on my cigarette before blowing out the smoke. "What the fuck does it matter to you?"

He arched his eyebrow, the only one visible with his other one covered in bandages. He still didn't look at me. "I am your boyfriend. I'm just interested in why you're not into the whole day of romance?"

I tsked, taking another drag from my cigarette as I turned my head. "I'm just not, okay?" The topic was irritating me already.

From the corner of my eye, I could Dazai's head finally left up to look at me. It only take a few seconds for a smirk to spread itself across his face.

"It's because I'm your first boyfriend, isn't it?" His voice was smug, like he just solved the hardest riddle possible. "You hate the holiday because you've always been alone."

I gritted my teeth, distracting myself with another hit from my cigarette. The distraction didn't last long because before I could breathe out the smoke, my cigarette was taken from between my lips.

I turned my head back around to look at Dazai, who had gotten up from his place, as he placed my cigarette to his lips. He inhaled, his eye focused on me.

When he took it way from his lips, he looked at the cigarette, breathing it out. "These things never taste good at all." He dropped it to the ground before stepping on it.

"Excuse you, no one asked for you to take my cigarette and stomp it out." I crossed my arms over my chest.

Dazai's smirk widened. "Oh but, Chibi. I have something much more fun in mind." His voice dropped, the tone darker, hinting at his plans.

My eyes widened because I know that voice well. It was one I've heard on many occasions after work and in the bedroom, if we even made it that far.

Dazai stepped closer to me, his hands running up my thighs to my hips. My own hands moved automatically, fingers finding waves of brown hair and running through them. This was one of those moments when wearing gloves got in the way.

Dazai chuckled as his lips pressed down on mine, his knee separating my legs from each other so he could step closer, bringing our bodies together.

"What do you say we go to our usual meet up?" He pressed a kiss after every few words before stopping to look at me. "It's closer than either of our apartments or any good hotels."

I thought about it for a moment before grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him against me. I gave him a smirk.

"Why go somewhere else when you can fuck me right here?"

"Oh? Impatient, are we?" Dazai said against my lips, his hands moving to my ass before I was lifted up and onto the seat.

It was a damn good thing my bike was sturdy, or else I would have fallen over. Dazai liked to ride on it, mentioned something about enjoying my back when I pressed forward.

"At least I came prepared for the occasion." Dazai pulled his wallet out. Opening it, he took out a foil packet before lifting it up to my mouth. "Open up, Chibi."

I did so, opening my mouth and taking the packet in between my teeth as he folded his wallet and slipped it back in his pocket. He quickly produced a small bottle of lube from his coat pocket and dangling it in front of me.

"I can only do it with your clothes off, sweetheart," he teased, smirking at me. He tilted his head to the side. "Unless Chuuya wants something to taste. I didn't get you chocolates but I can still give you something else to put in your mouth."

And I would enjoy it. Hopping off the bike, our positions were reversed in a matter of seconds. He was now leaned back against my motorcycle with me standing in front of him.

I leaned against him with my hands on his chest, tilting my head back to offer him the condom. He took it with his teeth before I sunk down to my knees, my hands moving down his body with me.

I pressed my lips to his still clothed cock, feeling his erection as it grew bigger and harder. His was larger than I was in comparison, but there has never been a moment that it has ever disappointed me.

The thought of tasting it sending shivers of delight down my spine as I ran my lips over the length, tongue feeling the fabric of his slacks.

I could hear Dazai hum above me, removing my hat before running his fingers through my hair. "You want to suck me, sweetheart?"

I nodded my head, looking up at him as my hands got to work on his belt. I unzipped his slacks, dipping my hand in and taking his cock out. It was hot and pulsing, the head was a beautiful shade of red, precum leaking from the slit.

I stroked him slowly from base to tip, my fingers not even fitting completely around. I brought my head down, licking a long stripe up his shaft, my eyes locking with his as he smiled down at me.

"You look so beautiful on your knees for me," Dazai breathed as he gently combed his fingers through my hair, pushing my bangs from my face so they didn't get in my month.

I closed my lips on different areas of his shaft, sucking gently and making a pleased groan escape him. I made my way up, my tongue flicking across the head before the tip pressed against the slit and collecting the precum.

"I'm about to look gorgeous then," I said before taking the head between my lips.

Dazai's fingers curled in my hair, tightening his grip as I took him in slowly, inch by inch until it was hitting the back of my throat.

"Shit!" Dazai threw his head back. "That feels so good, Chuuya." He looked back down at me, his lips agape as I brought my head back.

I started a slow pace but began speeding up, bobbing my head back and forth. I slowed down a few times to swallow around him, earning me a sweet curse of praise and lust filled gaze.

"You're doing so good." His smug smirk only widened. "So beautiful, but I'm starting to get impatient and I still need to prep you."

I took him all the way in a few more times, stilling on the last one. It was hard to breathe with his erection blocked my airways but it was more than worth it for the blissful look on Dazai's face.

"Chuuya," he moaned above me, hand gripping my hair tightly. It was my only warning before feeling warmth explode down my throat.

I clinched my fists on his thighs, swallowing as best I could with my mouth so full. His hand released my hair, combing through the strands as I slipped his softening cock from from mouth.

Dazai was slumped against the motorcycle, head thrown back. I couldn't blame him though, he's always said that I've given him best blowjobs.

I licked my lips as I stood up, pressing myself against him. "You better get your friend back up." I kissed his jaw and any exposed skin on his neck. "You still gotta fuck me."

He hummed, hands finding my hips as he tilted his head back up to look at me. "Trust me, beautiful. It shouldn't take long at all with such a pretty face like yours this close."

I gave him a seductive purr, my hands trailing up his chest to wrap around his neck. "Then you better start prepping me."

Dazai chuckled, flipping us so I was against the motorcycle and he was in front. His hands gripped my hips, probably enough to cause bruising, before turning me and pinning my chest to the seat of my bike.

It caught me by surprise but didn't disappoint. Dazai pressed his growing erection against my still clothed ass, grinding gently, a hint of what we were both wanting.

"You know, if anyone ever touches Chuuya while he's wearing such tight jeans." A chest was pressed along my back, pushing my down and trapping me. Dazai's warm breath against my ear as he continued in a low, threatening tone. "I will torture and kill them."

Possessive much? I couldn't blame him since I had jealous tendencies when he was going around sleeping with a new woman every other day. Hell, I still get jealous when one of his old flings comes around asking for his time.

If I just so happened to be around, I found joy in break their sad horny hearts. I'd kiss him in front of them, other times, I'll say it like it is.

"If he wants sex, he has a boyfriend who'll gladly let him have it."

All in all, we both had a bit of a possessiveness to us. It was mostly when it came to anything that came to hurt our relationship or hurt each other.

"Dazai, please." I tried as best as I could to push my ass back against him but it was difficult when he had me pinned. "You should know I hate being teased."

He chuckled, "Oh, but you look so cute all flushed and red faced. Not to mention the adorable little sounds you make."

My cheeks became hot at his words. Leave it to Dazai to know what turns me on or flusters me.

"Now, how about we get this show on the road, hm?" I felt Dazai's hands travel from my hips down the back of my thighs before making their way to the front, dangerously close to my still trapped erection.

"Fuck," I whispered, lowering my head. "Dazai, hurry up."

He hummed, "Patience, Chibi." His hands moved up, past my belt, and sliding under my shirt. I bit my bottom lip as I felt him touch my skin. "You're skin is always so smooth."

I huffed a laugh, his fingers running from my stomach up my chest as I felt his lips press down to my jaw.

"Weren't you the one that said he was impatient?" I panted out softly. A small whimper escaping me as his hands move back down and his fingers dipped a bit under the waistband of my pants.

He sucked on a spot just above my choker. "That was before my pretty Chibi gave me a wonderful orgasm."

He pulled back, his hands still working to undo my belt. Once finished, he unbuttoned my jeans, one hand slipping in and-

I moaned, the first friction on my cock already making me feel up in the clouds. Dazai continued kissing my neck as his fingers ran over the head and down the shaft.

His other hand worked on pushing my jeans down, just enough to reveal my ass. We couldn't completely undress here since it was technically still public, even though abandoned and owned by the Port Mafia. It's not likely that anyone would come around, but we were cautious.

"Chuuya, lube, left pocket," Dazai ordered, not stopping his motions once.

I moved my arm backwards, reaching into his pocket to find the lube bottle. Pulling it out, I held it in my hand.

The hand on my cock left as Dazai held out his hand, the only running up and down my bare hip. "Put some on my fingers, beautiful."

I groaned from the ghost of the hand that had been giving me pleasure, but I also knew that that hand was about to give much more.

I popped the cap and poured some in to his hand. As a reward, a sucking kiss on the back of my neck. He shuffled to the side a bit, the hand without the lube widening my stance a bit.

"That's it. Such a good boy for me," he cooed, another kiss on my shoulder. Fuck, it made me wish weren't in public. I wanted his lips on my skin, to feel the lasting sting it sent through me.

I felt one finger circle my rim. My eyes fluttering shut as I felt the pressure when he began slowly pushing in, a moan falling from my lips.

Even with it being just one finger, it felt good, made me crave what came next even more. Soon enough, one finger became two, working me open as Dazai leaned over my back again, whispering words of praise seductively.

"Doing so good, Chuuya. You feel amazing around my fingers. You're so beautiful, sweetheart."

Every word spoken from his lips could probably get me off alone but I was never going to let him know I had a thing for his voice. I get teased enough by him as it is for my other kinks.

A third finger was added as well as a faster pace. His fingers just barely brushing my prostate. It felt so good, but not exactly enough. I needed something longer, thicker. I needed-

"Your cock, Dazai. I'm r-ready-" I bit my bottom lip to reframe from letting out a moan as his fingers curled. "Just fuck me, please."

He hummed above me, like he was thinking about it. He pressed one last kiss to my jaw before his fingers pulled back, leaving me empty and cold.

He reach around and grabbed the lube bottle that I had forgotten I was still holding. The sound of packet being torn made my ears perk as well as the sound of the lube cap being opened.

"You asked so nicely, sweetheart," Dazai started, voice low and seductive. The cap popped shut. "How could I possibly say no to such a sweet request?"

A second later, I could feel the tip of his erection pressing against my rim, not yet pushing in. I let out a quiet whimper, a sound that only Dazai has ever heard from me.

"Are you wanting this cock, Chuuya?" His hands were firm on my hip. There was a smirk in his voice, one I wasn't sure I wanted to punch or kiss away.

I nodded, my head already hazy.

"Then you can have it." The pressure as he began pushing into me was good. It was slow, I could feel every centimeter sliding against my insides.

Once his hips hit my ass, bottoming out, he stilled. He let a out hum as his hands traveled from my hips up my waist, pushing my shirt up and massaging his thumbs into my lower back.

I wiggled my hips, feeling as Dazai slipped in a bit deeper, making me gasp. I lowered my head, my forehead resting on the seat of my bike.

"Let me know when I can move, sweetheart," Dazai spoke as I felt his forehead press against the middle of my back.

I took a shaky breath, pressing back as well as I could. "I'm good, go ahead, please."

His chuckle vibrated through my over my spine before I felt his slip out of me halfway. "So very-" he slammed back into me in one thrust, "eager for my dick, aren't you?"

Another hard thrust when I didn't answer immediately. "Yes!" I gasped, trying to hold a moan in.

He seemed pleased with that, starting to set a even pace of thrusting in and out. Every drag of his cock inside me was like every step on the stairway to heaven, my brain hazy with lust and pleasure as he started to get a bit more rough.

One hand on my hip, a bruising grip, while the other was on my shoulder to keep me in place as he fucked me.

At this point, I could care less if I was too loud or not, I moaned Dazai's name. The pleasure was way too good to think about anything else.

My body was hot, heat pooling in my stomach as we continued on. It wasn't long until I felt my peak approaching quickly.

"Dazai! I'm about to-" I bit back a moan.

"I know, beautiful. You're clinching around me tightly." His hand reached around to the front of me.

I felt contact with cock but it didn't feel like Dazai's hand. I pushed back a little to look down. Dazai had rolled a condom onto me.

He found my confusion entertaining as he chuckled. "I figured you wouldn't want to cum all over your bike."

It was oddly considerate and honestly so some good thinking. I had been lost in my pleasure, not really focused on the outcome of after until it was done.

"Now, then." Dazai wrapped his arms around me and traveling under my shirt. One hand traveled up and pressed against my chest, pushing so my back was against his chest.

He continued his thrusts as I felt his long fingers wrap around my own cock. He started to pump me in rhythm of his thrusts, pleasured groans being kissed against my neck as he began to get faster.

I moaned loudly. "Dazai, I-I'm about to-"

"Go ahead, cum for me, Chuuya." His voice had a slight growl in it, the last piece of me that wasn't hazy slipped away and I let go.

I yelled his name, as I did often in both battlefield and bed, my vision going white and the pleasure consuming me as I came.

I leaned back against Dazai as he continued to thrust into me through my orgasm. It wasn't long until his motions began to become uneven.

He leaned us forwards so my upper body was supported by the motorcycle since everything else was still a bit limp.

"Shit! Chuuya!" He moaned out, lips pressing to my shoulder as he buried himself inside me as far as he could.

I could feel the warmth as he came, his condom being the only thing from having his semen paint the walls of my insides.

He leaned down on me as we caught our breath in heavy pants. Once we had our breathes regulated, he pushed himself off me, his cock slipping out of me as he stepped back.

I straightened up, my head still a little dazed as I pulled the condom off myself and pulled my jeans back up. I turned to look at Dazai as he tucked himself back into his slacks and zipped them closed.

He gave me a smug smirk as he discarded his used condom. I did the same with mine, throwing to somewhere without care.

"So, still don't like Valentine's Day?" Dazai leaned back against the wall behind him as he crossed his arms over his chest.

I licked my lips, watching Dazai's eyes lock onto the simple action. "That depends. If you can fuck me like that every Valentine's Day then I may change my mind."

His smirk widened. "I think I can manage that."

*****

This was probably one of the cutest things I would ever see in my life. I raised my phone and took a picture, not even fighting the smile on my face as I looked at my baby girl.

Miyako was on her belly, placing with a toy that spun and rattle. We were current doing tummy time while waiting for Dazai to get home from work.

I had dressed Miya up in a cute little red dress with roses along the top half while the skirt had some sparkly red tulle and she also little red socks with hearts on them.

Her hair had grown some so her bangs were pushed back with a little heart clip. She was so adorable, especially when she grins because it's so sweet and innocent.

It's her first Valentine's Day and the first one since Dazai and I had gotten back together. It was my day to work from home so I was able to spend time with her so we went into town to get a few things.

I had gone to get ingredients for dinner tonight but sometime on the way back, I had gotten her dress and socks on a deal. I had no regrets whatsoever.

I had also gotten Dazai some of his favorite sweets and few other things but since Miyako was still too young for anything sweet like that, I had gotten her a plush white tiger that she had reached out for. Probably reminded her of the Weretiger.

I turned off the screen of my phone and set it down. Miya was playing with her spinning toy, hitting it so that it spun and made the rattling noise.

I smiled and placed my hand on her back and patted it a few times. I was so focused on her, I had noticed the door opened and closed until a voice spoke.

"My Chibis' are doing their tummy time, I see." I turned my head to look at me fiancé as he leaned against the wall look at us.

"Welcome home, Osamu," I greeted as I sat up. I reached over and picked Miya up, holding her to my chest as I stood. I walked over to Dazai, lifting my chin and requesting a kiss from him.

He smiled and leaned down to seal our lips together in a sweet kiss. I felt Dazai place a hand on one of my upper arms before breaking the kiss.

I watched from the corner of my eyes as he raised his other hand. My eyes widened as I looked at the boutique of red and pink roses and camellias.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Chuuya," his voice was sweet and gentle. There was no teasing or joking it his tone or the look he was giving me.

Dazai used to go out of his way to make Valentine's Day special when he was still in the Port Mafia. He'd shower me in gifts, flowers, and whatever I wanted.

I used to hate it until I had my first one with Dazai, from that one on I actually enjoyed the holiday. That was at least until Dazai left, making the next four painful and worse than before.

But now, we were spending Valentine's Day together again, this time with a new addition to family.

"They're beautiful, but Miya and I also got you something." I walked around him, heading towards the kitchen with Miyako clinging to my chest. "Follow me."

I walked into the kitchen, picking up a small little card before handing it to the little red haired girl. I turned around as Dazai walked into the kitchen, his eyes zeroing in on us.

I walked over to him, taking the flowers from his hand before handing our daughter off to him. He took her gently, giving her kisses on her cheek and making her giggle.

"What do you have there, my little pumpkin spice?" He said as I placed the flowers in a vase of water. I looked over as he took the card and opened it, reading it aloud. "Happy Valentine's Day, Daddy! Mommy has a surprise for you!"

His eyes met mine as I smiled at him. He opened his mouth to speak when there was a gentle knock at the front door.

I pushed myself off the counter I was leaning against. "Kouyou's here."

"Why is Kouyou here?" Dazai followed as I walked to answer the door.

"Because I'm taking you for a ride." I opened the door to see Kouyou standing there with a smile.

I heard Dazai chuckle behind me. "Oh, I bet you are."

My cheeks flushed red as Kouyou came in with narrowed eyes and confusion in her features. I turned around to see the smug look on his face as he lightly patted Miyako on the back.

"If we're not careful, we may end up with another one of these." His smirk widening.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, embarrassed that he was doing this in front of Kouyou. "One, I was talking about on my motorcycle, and two, I can't conceive a child, dumbass."

"Not even married yet, and you two are bickering like you are," Kouyou laughed behind me.

I sighed, "Kouyou is here to watch shrimp while we take the motorcycle into town."

Dazai hummed. "So, you're taking me on a date is what you're saying?"

I nodded, stepping closer to him and Miyako. "Kouyou knows her schedule so she'll be in good hands."

Dazai huffed out a laugh. "Last time I took you on a date, you whined about how you didn't want to be away from your baby."

"Do you want to go with me or not?"

"Of course." He slipped Miya into my arms. "I'm going to go make sure her teething toys on in the freezer while you talk with Kouyou."

He walked back to the kitchen where I could see him opening the freezer. I smiled, he was a good father and no one could tell me otherwise.

I looked back at Kouyou and began telling her about the plans for the night. Dazai and I won't be gone long, so I invited her to have dinner with us when we got back.

She declined kindly, saying that I should send time with my husband to be and daughter more.

After passing Miyako over to Kouyou and saying bye, Dazai and I made our way into the garage. I grabbed our helmets from from where they had been hung up and handed Dazai his.

It's been about two months since we last rode on the motorcycle, it was a good memory to look back on. I lifted my hand to the engagement ring that hung on the chain around my neck, the ring that promised our forever.

"You alright, baby?" Dazai's voice drew me in and I looked up at him with a smile.

"Yeah, I'm great." I placed my helmet on my head with the visor up before throwing my leg over my bike. "Hurry up or I'm just taking myself on the date."

Dazai chuckled, copying my actions until he was pressed along my back, a leg on either side if my hips. He wrapped his arms around my waist, making sure he wouldn't fall off.

It was an action that was so familiar, so grounding. To have him wrapped around me and keeping me close, reassuring me that he wasn't leaving again.

"Ready?" I questioned, receiving a light squeeze as Dazai's arms held me tighter.

I put the keys in and revved my bike. It was music to my ears to listen to the motor go, reminding me of some many good memories with this motorcycle.

One of those memories, we'll be revisiting tonight.

I pressed the button for the garage door, opening it and pressing forward until we were outside before closing it again.

I could hear Dazai chuckle behind me. "So precautious."

"Too much shit has happened in the last year, I'm not taking any chances," I replied before I flipped my visor down.

Dazai chuckled again, flipping his down and leaning forward against me as we started moving.

It felt good to be on my bike again, having Dazai pressed along my back with the purr of the motor under me. We weaved our way through traffic, heading for the port.

At one point, we had to stop at a red light and that was fun since Dazai wouldn't stop poking my thighs and my sides, making me laugh. When the light had turned green, the car behind us honked it's horn and I couldn't help the laugh I gave as we drove off and Dazai put his middle finger up at them.

It didn't take long to get to where we were heading, and when we arrived I parked the bike near a wall that stood about to Dazai's waist.

We got off, putting our helmets on the handle bars. Dazai look around at the place as I leaned back against my motorcycle with my hands in my pockets.

"This place looks familiar, were we assigned here for a mission at some point?" He asked, turning and leaning against the wall, hands stuffed him to his trenchcoat pockets.

I smiled, using my index finger to beckon him closer to me. He eyes flashed with some mischievous before pushing himself forward and walking towards me.

When he was close enough, I grabbed him by his bolo tie and pulled him forwards. His came willingly, a smirk growing on his face as our face came closer together.

"This is the place you fucked me for our first Valentine's Day," I purred against his lips as my other hand ran up his shoulder.

He chuckled, the sound low and dark. It was the how he sounded he became dominating. "That explains why can't help but think about you bent over your motorcycle stuffed with my cock."

My face flushed at his words. I would never get tired of hearing him speak, especially like this. I dug my hand into my pocket before producing a small lube bottle.

"That's exactly why I brought you here, Osamu."

He looked at the bottle before licking his lips. "How the hell did I live though four Valentine's Days without you?"

I shrugged, pulling on his bolo tie for him to lower himself to me. I rand my lips over his. "I'm glad you survived, I've been waiting to do this again."

His smirk only widened. "How about we get started then?"

Hello! That took forever to actually get done. I've been having problems with writing and this was supposed the be published for Valentine's Day but as you can tell, I am two weeks late.

I am currently have troubles with what to do with "Will You Take My Hand?" and will be going on a brief hiatus so I can figure out what I'm doing.

I will still be writing, just not publishing every weekend like I normally do for a few chapters. I'll let you guys know when my hiatus has ended. I just want to make sure that I'm not rushing any chapters.

Anyway, that's all for now, I hope you all have a wonderful morning, noon, and night! Bye!