Dazai Osamu

The slight creak of the bed, the sound of your and Dazai’s exhales and moans of pleasure, you two were doing the usual The relationship between you and Dazai was indeed, quite interesting. You two had been friends for a little, and one day Dazai said he was lonely without a lover, that he wanted someone to fulfill his sexual needs and desires. Such a man whore! That was your first thought, and you smiled a little at the comic term you just came up with. He just had to ask you to become sex friends, and all it took for this new segment of your relationship to start was for you to say yes, in which you did. It started off on a somewhat decent schedule. Perhaps once or sometimes twice a week. Then once or twice would turn into three or four, and sometimes 5 on rare occasions. There was just one tiny problem Dazai was starting to develope feelings. He found himself thinking about you more and more every day, how he enjoyed the way you two fucked oh so much. It was starting to not just be about the sex, it was starting to be about love, at least just for Dazai You didn’t seem to show him any feelings of affection back, in bed or on a daily talking basis. While your feelings were simply unmoving and Dazai’s advancing into ones of the unknown grounds called “love”, he began to doubt himself more and more. He used to do this for the pleasure, but why did it just make him feel pain? His heart would slowly sink, remembering that you probably didn’t love him romantically, remembering you were just fuck buddies. His train of thought was interrupted as he realized, he was fucking you right now. How the fuck did he just zone out so easily?! His eyes looked at your face, he had to admit, he liked that cute face you made while he was inside you. It did give him maybe a little hope, but that hope would fade away after the events of tonight ended.