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Entry tags:
reasons why you're here tonight
Title: reasons why you're here tonight
Fandom: Bungou to Alchemist
Character(s): Librarian, Ango, Dazai, Odasaku
Pairing(s): Ango/Dazai/Odasaku/Librarian
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 2,340
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: The librarian is completely professional and totally not thinking about how handsome the decadent school's writers are. The decadent school's writers notice.
Notes: Mono: whispers listen if someone here writes shisho getting nailed by any of the buraiha
I would
do a thing for u probably
Mini: okay but what about
more than one of the buraiha
The unfortunate thing about being the only woman in a library full of men…
Well, alright, that’s not completely fair. The National Diet Library is huge and there are plenty of women working there. It’s just that due to the nature of her job, she doesn’t interact with many of them on a regular basis. It’s better not to go around telling everyone that there are a bunch of dead authors in one of the more isolated wings of the library.
So she only talks to men at work, at least for any length of time. And they’re all very handsome in their own ways. There are the cute ones like Hori, and the elegant ones like Ozaki, and then there’s Dazai with his rakish smile and Odasaku with his glittering eyes and Ango with his soft hair that she’d love to just run her hands through while he pulled her close-
-except that she has a completely professional relationship with all of them and absolutely cannot be fantasizing about any of them. Even the ‘decadent’ ones are off limits. She’s here to do her duty to protect literature, not to drool over admittedly very attractive men.
Which is why when those three decadent writers show up in her office just before she’s about to lock up and head to bed, she squashes down any inappropriate thoughts immediately. “Can I help you with something?”
“Missus Librarian,” Oda starts, with an easy smile that has no hint of embarrassment being something he’s ever experienced, “we need t’get your opinion on somethin’.”
“It’s impossible for the three of us to agree on this,” Dazai says, “and of all the people here you’re the one most qualified to answer.”
She tilts her head. It can’t possibly be a question about literature: even though she’d consider herself well-read, she doesn’t compare to the authors gathered here. But if it’s not that, what are they arguing about? It’s probably something insignificant that friends bicker over now and then. “I’ll do my best.”
“Great,” says Ango, stretching his arms behind his head in a way that has her wishing his jacket would ride up so she could see bare skin. “So, out of the three of us, which one is the most handsome?”
“...What?”
The inappropriate thoughts are back in full force, and this time she can’t banish them. Maybe it’s just what she had on her mind that made her mishear a perfectly innocent question. Maybe that’s it.
“It’s obviously gotta be me, yeah?” Oda says. “Everybody knows that if it’s down to good looks, there’s no beatin’ me.”
“You don’t even put any effort into your looks, Odasaku,” Dazai says with a scoff. “And Ango doesn’t take care of himself either. There’s no way either of you can defeat me.”
“If it’s natural good looks we’re talking about, then it doesn’t matter,” Ango says, and then looks back to the librarian. “So, break our tie for us.”
She swallows, and looks between the three of them. There’s no way she can answer this question: they’re all stunning. But if she gave an answer like that, they’d assume it was a diplomatic answer to avoid hurting any of their feelings.
What she actually says: “I’m not sure. I don’t… think I have enough to go on?”
Oda tilts his head at her. “Ya see us all the time. We’ve only got a couple outfits, sure, but that oughta be enough.”
Now that she’s said it, however hesitantly, she has to go the whole way with it. “Well… Dazai’s usually wearing that cloak, so I don’t get a good idea of his figure. And Ango’s jacket is sort of obscuring, too...”
It’s not, really, not more than any other leather jacket, but Ango promptly unzips it and, after tugging it out from under his belt, discards it on the floor. “Better?” he asks, while Dazai is much more carefully setting aside his cloak.
Ango in just a thin black tank is much better - she didn’t realize his arms were so nice, and she can barely keep herself from blatantly staring. “And the hip things are sort of… they look good, but if it’s just good looks and not fashion sense that I’m supposed to judge…”
Oda pulls off the various belts that keep his hip skirt thing attached, then drops them beside him. “Do you just want us to get shirtless and save time?” he asks.
At the same time as Ango raises an eyebrow and Dazai says, “That’s a little-”
“Please,” she says, way more emphatically than she intended to.
The authors glance at each other. A look she doesn’t know quite how to interpret passes between them, but she doesn’t reflect on it for long, because then more clothes start hitting the floor.
They’re beautiful. She doesn’t know which of them she wants to stare at most once they’re all topless. Odasaku’s long braid falls against his bare chest, dark hair a contrast against his pale skin. Ango still has his gloves and sunglasses on, which would seem silly if he didn’t have that cocksure smile that says he knows he’s gorgeous, the one that makes anything he wears more attractive. Dazai is the one who looks a tiny bit flustered, but also probably has the best chest of all of them.
She really, really wants to touch them, but there’s no way she can spin that as necessary for judging their good looks.
“So, do you think you can pick which one of us is the most handsome now?” Dazai asks.
Her throat’s too dry to answer him, so Oda answers for her. “Nah, definitely not. Good looks are pretty complicated, right? So she oughta have some time to think about it first. Really make an informed decision.”
“We should help her with that, since we’re the ones who made her help us out,” Ango says. His smile is devious. “It just wouldn’t be fair if we took her this far without going all the way.”
She knows what her mind leaps to at that, and frantically tries to come up with anything else he might possibly mean before Oda takes the first few steps forward and leans down to kiss her.
For a moment, all her thoughts go quiet. There’s nothing but the warmth of Oda’s lips on hers, the way his hair swings a little into her shoulder every time he minutely adjusts his angle.
Then her brain kicks back in. Not the part that says that finding authors attractive is bad and she should feel bad: that part has been turned off, possibly permanently. The part that’s responsible for motor functions, specifically kissing Oda back with enthusiasm and throwing her arms around his bare chest, that’s working just fine.
She hears Dazai’s chuckle, and even with her eyes closed while she’s preoccupied with the kiss, she can tell he’s circling around her. A pair of lips finds its way to the back of her neck, and she shivers, letting out a soft gasp that Oda quickly swallows up.
“At least try to leave some room for me,” Ango says, though there’s no actual heat in the complaint. She hears him approach, and then the bottom hem of her shirt is pushed up just enough for a few kisses on her side.
She only has two hands. One finds purchase in Ango’s hair, just lightly petting - the other strokes down Oda’s chest, her touch growing more firm whenever he shudders into the kiss. She apologizes inwardly to Dazai for not paying him enough attention.
And then she figures he doesn’t need it, because his hands have made it around to her front and she can’t hold back her whimpers when he cups her breasts. Her legs are shaky, but Ango holds her up… or possibly just uses that as an excuse to stroke her legs. She’s okay with either.
“Aaah, you sound so nice I can’t even keep kissing you,” Oda says, pulling away from her an inch, and she’s about to voice some kind of complaint except then her shirt’s being pulled all the way off, her bra is unhooked, and his mouth is on her chest instead, lavishing one with his tongue’s attention while Dazai rubs at the other. If Dazai weren’t behind her to lean against, she definitely would have fallen at this point.
“You look a little unsteady,” Ango says, looking up at her. “Maybe you’d like to sit down?”
His nod is towards her desk, but even though she nods in return almost instantly and with as much energy as she can muster, she doesn’t know if she can walk even that far. So Dazai scoops her up and deposits her there, carefully. She knows she’s flushed down to her shoulders and breathing heavily, and she’s bare-chested in a room with three men, but it doesn’t matter because those three men are looking at her like she’s the most gorgeous woman in the world.
There’s a moment of hushed conversation - remarkably quick for coordinating three people, but then again, they are old friends. It’s Ango who tugs at her skirt, and once it pools to the floor her underwear soon joins it.
‘Decadent’ isn’t a bad word to describe the way she feels with Ango’s tongue coaxing moans out of her, whether by a slow drag or short, quick licks to her most sensitive spots. It would be an excellent word to describe how Ango’s lips wrapping around her clit made her feel, except that adjectives and most other words are entirely beyond her at that point. Her world has narrowed down entirely to the heat shuddering through her.
It’s probably the only thing that could have made her entirely miss the other two taking their pants off.
She’s only alerted to the sudden change of wardrobe when Oda takes a seat in her desk chair and pulls her onto him. He’s hard against her and neither of them can hold in their groans when she slides, slick, over him, not sinking down just yet.
Dazai sits on top of the desk facing them, and helps Oda to guide her down. It’s a slow descent, so that she doesn’t take too much too soon - Oda feels torturously big inside of her and she wants all of him as soon as possible, but neither of them will let her rush things and get hurt.
When he’s as far inside her as he can go, she takes a moment just to breathe and to adjust. And also to reach out to give Dazai a light stroke, since he’s right there in front of her and equally hard. He lets out a groan, hips pushing towards her almost immediately, and she takes that as a cue to hold him more firmly and focus building up a rhythm that makes him moan like that more often.
A rhythm that falters soon enough - she’s light enough that Oda can lift her by the hips and let her drop back down, carefully and slowly but still enough to make her shudder. Her mind is a white fog - Ango’d pushed her close earlier, and she can barely manage to keep up the motions of her hand with Oda rubbing against her walls every time.
Dazai doesn’t seem to mind. His eyes are heavily lidded, but he’s watching the two of them with enough heat to rival what Oda’s doing to her now. He’s preoccupied by that until Ango elbows him in the side, and after a moment to groan in something other than pleasure, his hands are on her, rubbing against her clit just above where she and Oda are joined.
Oda’s rhythm speeds up, and she does her best to help him along, turning her head to kiss him as best she can from this angle. A mouth that logically has to be Ango’s leaves long kisses on her chest, and if her head were capable of anything other than white noise at that point, she would have predicted red marks in the morning. She still wouldn’t care, but she would have predicted them.
She comes soon after that, quivering and tensing up around Oda with a cry that could have been any of their names but probably was none of them. Oda takes a little longer, but soon spills inside of her, muffling his moan in her hair.
There is come on her desk chair. There is also come inside of her, but Ango seems much more willing to clean that up, with his tongue. She shudders, not entirely sure if she can get worked up a second time so soon but sure if anyone could accomplish it, it’s these three.
Dazai stains her hand white, and when she looks to Ango he’s near to finishing himself off - which won’t do at all, so she gestures for him to come closer until she can lean in and taste him. It’s not what she’d call a good taste, but he’s hot and thick on her tongue and he makes sounds more than delicious enough to make up for it.
Ango’s careful not to choke her when she wraps her lips around him and takes more of him in, and even warns her with a breathless, “Close-” which she elects to totally ignore. She ends up coughing a bit when he comes in her mouth, but it’s worth it for the look he gives her.
While Ango comes back down, and Oda’s cleaning up her chair with what looks like most of a box of tissues, Dazai clears his throat. “...So. You really should’ve told us you were into us, we could have done that ages ago.”
She laughs, a little self-consciously. “I’m sorry, I’ll try to make sure you know really well from now on.”
“Sounds like a plan to me!” Oda gives her a teasing grin. “So… y’think you can pick which one of us is the most handsome now?”
She’d entirely forgotten. “Um, well, I don’t know if-”
“Just kiddin’.”
Fandom: Bungou to Alchemist
Character(s): Librarian, Ango, Dazai, Odasaku
Pairing(s): Ango/Dazai/Odasaku/Librarian
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 2,340
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: The librarian is completely professional and totally not thinking about how handsome the decadent school's writers are. The decadent school's writers notice.
Notes: Mono: whispers listen if someone here writes shisho getting nailed by any of the buraiha
I would
do a thing for u probably
Mini: okay but what about
more than one of the buraiha
The unfortunate thing about being the only woman in a library full of men…
Well, alright, that’s not completely fair. The National Diet Library is huge and there are plenty of women working there. It’s just that due to the nature of her job, she doesn’t interact with many of them on a regular basis. It’s better not to go around telling everyone that there are a bunch of dead authors in one of the more isolated wings of the library.
So she only talks to men at work, at least for any length of time. And they’re all very handsome in their own ways. There are the cute ones like Hori, and the elegant ones like Ozaki, and then there’s Dazai with his rakish smile and Odasaku with his glittering eyes and Ango with his soft hair that she’d love to just run her hands through while he pulled her close-
-except that she has a completely professional relationship with all of them and absolutely cannot be fantasizing about any of them. Even the ‘decadent’ ones are off limits. She’s here to do her duty to protect literature, not to drool over admittedly very attractive men.
Which is why when those three decadent writers show up in her office just before she’s about to lock up and head to bed, she squashes down any inappropriate thoughts immediately. “Can I help you with something?”
“Missus Librarian,” Oda starts, with an easy smile that has no hint of embarrassment being something he’s ever experienced, “we need t’get your opinion on somethin’.”
“It’s impossible for the three of us to agree on this,” Dazai says, “and of all the people here you’re the one most qualified to answer.”
She tilts her head. It can’t possibly be a question about literature: even though she’d consider herself well-read, she doesn’t compare to the authors gathered here. But if it’s not that, what are they arguing about? It’s probably something insignificant that friends bicker over now and then. “I’ll do my best.”
“Great,” says Ango, stretching his arms behind his head in a way that has her wishing his jacket would ride up so she could see bare skin. “So, out of the three of us, which one is the most handsome?”
“...What?”
The inappropriate thoughts are back in full force, and this time she can’t banish them. Maybe it’s just what she had on her mind that made her mishear a perfectly innocent question. Maybe that’s it.
“It’s obviously gotta be me, yeah?” Oda says. “Everybody knows that if it’s down to good looks, there’s no beatin’ me.”
“You don’t even put any effort into your looks, Odasaku,” Dazai says with a scoff. “And Ango doesn’t take care of himself either. There’s no way either of you can defeat me.”
“If it’s natural good looks we’re talking about, then it doesn’t matter,” Ango says, and then looks back to the librarian. “So, break our tie for us.”
She swallows, and looks between the three of them. There’s no way she can answer this question: they’re all stunning. But if she gave an answer like that, they’d assume it was a diplomatic answer to avoid hurting any of their feelings.
What she actually says: “I’m not sure. I don’t… think I have enough to go on?”
Oda tilts his head at her. “Ya see us all the time. We’ve only got a couple outfits, sure, but that oughta be enough.”
Now that she’s said it, however hesitantly, she has to go the whole way with it. “Well… Dazai’s usually wearing that cloak, so I don’t get a good idea of his figure. And Ango’s jacket is sort of obscuring, too...”
It’s not, really, not more than any other leather jacket, but Ango promptly unzips it and, after tugging it out from under his belt, discards it on the floor. “Better?” he asks, while Dazai is much more carefully setting aside his cloak.
Ango in just a thin black tank is much better - she didn’t realize his arms were so nice, and she can barely keep herself from blatantly staring. “And the hip things are sort of… they look good, but if it’s just good looks and not fashion sense that I’m supposed to judge…”
Oda pulls off the various belts that keep his hip skirt thing attached, then drops them beside him. “Do you just want us to get shirtless and save time?” he asks.
At the same time as Ango raises an eyebrow and Dazai says, “That’s a little-”
“Please,” she says, way more emphatically than she intended to.
The authors glance at each other. A look she doesn’t know quite how to interpret passes between them, but she doesn’t reflect on it for long, because then more clothes start hitting the floor.
They’re beautiful. She doesn’t know which of them she wants to stare at most once they’re all topless. Odasaku’s long braid falls against his bare chest, dark hair a contrast against his pale skin. Ango still has his gloves and sunglasses on, which would seem silly if he didn’t have that cocksure smile that says he knows he’s gorgeous, the one that makes anything he wears more attractive. Dazai is the one who looks a tiny bit flustered, but also probably has the best chest of all of them.
She really, really wants to touch them, but there’s no way she can spin that as necessary for judging their good looks.
“So, do you think you can pick which one of us is the most handsome now?” Dazai asks.
Her throat’s too dry to answer him, so Oda answers for her. “Nah, definitely not. Good looks are pretty complicated, right? So she oughta have some time to think about it first. Really make an informed decision.”
“We should help her with that, since we’re the ones who made her help us out,” Ango says. His smile is devious. “It just wouldn’t be fair if we took her this far without going all the way.”
She knows what her mind leaps to at that, and frantically tries to come up with anything else he might possibly mean before Oda takes the first few steps forward and leans down to kiss her.
For a moment, all her thoughts go quiet. There’s nothing but the warmth of Oda’s lips on hers, the way his hair swings a little into her shoulder every time he minutely adjusts his angle.
Then her brain kicks back in. Not the part that says that finding authors attractive is bad and she should feel bad: that part has been turned off, possibly permanently. The part that’s responsible for motor functions, specifically kissing Oda back with enthusiasm and throwing her arms around his bare chest, that’s working just fine.
She hears Dazai’s chuckle, and even with her eyes closed while she’s preoccupied with the kiss, she can tell he’s circling around her. A pair of lips finds its way to the back of her neck, and she shivers, letting out a soft gasp that Oda quickly swallows up.
“At least try to leave some room for me,” Ango says, though there’s no actual heat in the complaint. She hears him approach, and then the bottom hem of her shirt is pushed up just enough for a few kisses on her side.
She only has two hands. One finds purchase in Ango’s hair, just lightly petting - the other strokes down Oda’s chest, her touch growing more firm whenever he shudders into the kiss. She apologizes inwardly to Dazai for not paying him enough attention.
And then she figures he doesn’t need it, because his hands have made it around to her front and she can’t hold back her whimpers when he cups her breasts. Her legs are shaky, but Ango holds her up… or possibly just uses that as an excuse to stroke her legs. She’s okay with either.
“Aaah, you sound so nice I can’t even keep kissing you,” Oda says, pulling away from her an inch, and she’s about to voice some kind of complaint except then her shirt’s being pulled all the way off, her bra is unhooked, and his mouth is on her chest instead, lavishing one with his tongue’s attention while Dazai rubs at the other. If Dazai weren’t behind her to lean against, she definitely would have fallen at this point.
“You look a little unsteady,” Ango says, looking up at her. “Maybe you’d like to sit down?”
His nod is towards her desk, but even though she nods in return almost instantly and with as much energy as she can muster, she doesn’t know if she can walk even that far. So Dazai scoops her up and deposits her there, carefully. She knows she’s flushed down to her shoulders and breathing heavily, and she’s bare-chested in a room with three men, but it doesn’t matter because those three men are looking at her like she’s the most gorgeous woman in the world.
There’s a moment of hushed conversation - remarkably quick for coordinating three people, but then again, they are old friends. It’s Ango who tugs at her skirt, and once it pools to the floor her underwear soon joins it.
‘Decadent’ isn’t a bad word to describe the way she feels with Ango’s tongue coaxing moans out of her, whether by a slow drag or short, quick licks to her most sensitive spots. It would be an excellent word to describe how Ango’s lips wrapping around her clit made her feel, except that adjectives and most other words are entirely beyond her at that point. Her world has narrowed down entirely to the heat shuddering through her.
It’s probably the only thing that could have made her entirely miss the other two taking their pants off.
She’s only alerted to the sudden change of wardrobe when Oda takes a seat in her desk chair and pulls her onto him. He’s hard against her and neither of them can hold in their groans when she slides, slick, over him, not sinking down just yet.
Dazai sits on top of the desk facing them, and helps Oda to guide her down. It’s a slow descent, so that she doesn’t take too much too soon - Oda feels torturously big inside of her and she wants all of him as soon as possible, but neither of them will let her rush things and get hurt.
When he’s as far inside her as he can go, she takes a moment just to breathe and to adjust. And also to reach out to give Dazai a light stroke, since he’s right there in front of her and equally hard. He lets out a groan, hips pushing towards her almost immediately, and she takes that as a cue to hold him more firmly and focus building up a rhythm that makes him moan like that more often.
A rhythm that falters soon enough - she’s light enough that Oda can lift her by the hips and let her drop back down, carefully and slowly but still enough to make her shudder. Her mind is a white fog - Ango’d pushed her close earlier, and she can barely manage to keep up the motions of her hand with Oda rubbing against her walls every time.
Dazai doesn’t seem to mind. His eyes are heavily lidded, but he’s watching the two of them with enough heat to rival what Oda’s doing to her now. He’s preoccupied by that until Ango elbows him in the side, and after a moment to groan in something other than pleasure, his hands are on her, rubbing against her clit just above where she and Oda are joined.
Oda’s rhythm speeds up, and she does her best to help him along, turning her head to kiss him as best she can from this angle. A mouth that logically has to be Ango’s leaves long kisses on her chest, and if her head were capable of anything other than white noise at that point, she would have predicted red marks in the morning. She still wouldn’t care, but she would have predicted them.
She comes soon after that, quivering and tensing up around Oda with a cry that could have been any of their names but probably was none of them. Oda takes a little longer, but soon spills inside of her, muffling his moan in her hair.
There is come on her desk chair. There is also come inside of her, but Ango seems much more willing to clean that up, with his tongue. She shudders, not entirely sure if she can get worked up a second time so soon but sure if anyone could accomplish it, it’s these three.
Dazai stains her hand white, and when she looks to Ango he’s near to finishing himself off - which won’t do at all, so she gestures for him to come closer until she can lean in and taste him. It’s not what she’d call a good taste, but he’s hot and thick on her tongue and he makes sounds more than delicious enough to make up for it.
Ango’s careful not to choke her when she wraps her lips around him and takes more of him in, and even warns her with a breathless, “Close-” which she elects to totally ignore. She ends up coughing a bit when he comes in her mouth, but it’s worth it for the look he gives her.
While Ango comes back down, and Oda’s cleaning up her chair with what looks like most of a box of tissues, Dazai clears his throat. “...So. You really should’ve told us you were into us, we could have done that ages ago.”
She laughs, a little self-consciously. “I’m sorry, I’ll try to make sure you know really well from now on.”
“Sounds like a plan to me!” Oda gives her a teasing grin. “So… y’think you can pick which one of us is the most handsome now?”
She’d entirely forgotten. “Um, well, I don’t know if-”
“Just kiddin’.”