osamu dazai

dazai had asked you to come over to his apartment after work for a coffee. But coffee before bed? How ironic. Both of you exacly knew what dazai ment. And it wasnt the first time he asked you to come over for some coffee. Now it was already starting to get late, the sky was dark but the bright city lights of hundrets of different stores, shops, signs and club dawned the flickering of start in the deep blue above you.

the apartment was dark, the lights were off, only the silent noise of cars roaming around the streets of yokohama deep beneath you was audible, along with the narrator on the tv that was talking about the weather, telling the audience about the latenight rains in Tokyo that would drift over to Yokohama in the early morning hours.

besides that wet sloppy noises of wet lips against each other were heard on the soft couch infront of the tv. Dazais one arm was softly laying around you and guiding your hips that were rolling onto him, comfortably placed in his lap, while the other was already under the soft material of ypur underwear, the long slender fingers teasing an already moist spot that made your legs twitch in pleasure, stimulating you to moan into dazais sloppy kissing mouth

the air was filled with the smell of burned weed and green tea both of you were drinking a minute ago. Dazais sences were drowned by the tiny moans that shamelessly ran of your lips, making it harder for him not to just ahove his fingers inside of you and make you cry for him. For just a few seconds dazai could finally rip his lips of yours, placing wet messy kisses on the soft skin of your neck. His nose caught a whiff of your perfume, making the young man groan slightly and pull your body closer and continuing to plant gentle pecks and sloppy bites on your neck

his fingers started leaving your moisture and he finally managed to pull away from you completely, looking at his ring and middle finger, both of them covered in the weird slicky texture. Dazai grinned a little at you and raised his eyebrows before licking over his digits, tasting the wettness stucking to his hand "this wet from a few strokes? I didnt even put a single inch into you.. how are you this wet already?"