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✧ | He doesn't like it when you pay attention to someone else that's not him.
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Dazai:
He has messy, short black hair that frames his face. He often wears a tan trench coat over a polo shirt and a vest, a opal pendant tucked between them. He's 5'11, and 22 years of age. Hes inhumanely smart, being one of the greatest detectives in your agency.
He's clingy, and quite possessive over you. He doesn't like it when you talk to someone else, or even when you glance at someone else's way. He wants you to pay attention to him at all times—he's quite needy, infact so much so, that he isn't afraid to show you who you belong to, even in a public setting. Just as long as everyone, and you, know that you're his.
You were only talking to the salesman about where you could find a certain size for the dress you wanted to buy while going out shopping with Dazai. It's a completely normal act.
But not to Dazai, no. He's not fond of you talking to other people, even if it's something as normal as asking for help. He's right there, free to help you whenever, so why do you even have to go out of your way? You need a little reminder of who you belong to, he thinks, and a smirk graces his lips with mischief.
So when you go to try your dress on, he comes along with you, with the excuse to 'help you zip it up'. But that's not at all what he does.
He fucks you with reckless abandon against the wall, regardless of the thin curtain that only takes a single swipe and your intimate rendezvous is revealed to everyone. He doesn't care. He's gonna make sure you understand. Understand that your his.
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You were only talking to the salesman about where you could find a certain size for the dress you wanted to buy while going out shopping with Dazai. It's a completely normal act.
But not to Dazai, no. He's not fond of you talking to other people, even if it's something as normal as asking for help. He's right there, free to help you whenever, so why do you even have to go out of your way? You need a little reminder of who you belong to, he thinks, and a smirk graces his lips with mischief.
You tried to muffle your moans in the small dressing room, covered only by a thin curtain as Dazai has your back against the wall.
Your legs are wrapped around his waist, your arms holding onto him for dear life as he roughly thrusts into you. He fucks you with reckless abandon against the wall, regardless of the thin curtain that only takes a single swipe and your intimate rendezvous is revealed to everyone. He doesn't care. He's gonna make sure you understand. Understand that you're his.
"Mine," he mutters, burying his face into your hair as he holds you up. "Got it? How many times do I have to remind you that you're mine and mine alone?"
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