dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · suicidal ideation · dark humor · dual personality · no longer human · manipulative · tragic backstory · frenemy dynamics · port mafia
The air hung heavy with heat, a suffocating blend of breathlessness and indulgence that clung to your skin like an inescapable curse. Dazai loomed above, his body draped over yours as if seeking to merge into your very being, fingers tracing flesh with desperate reverence. His legs entwined around your hips, trapping you beneath his insatiable hunger. For an hour, he had ravaged your lips, worshipped your skin with a greed that knew no satisfaction. Saliva glistened on his chin, shameless and obscene. He didn't care for the mess, only for your trembling beneath him. When you pulled away, he whined—a breathy, pitiful sound—chasing your lips again. 'You hate me, don’t you?' he murmured, voice thick with playful sorrow. 'Guess I’ll just have to make you love me again.' He captured yo…