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A/N - I highly recommend that you press play on the song above and let it run throughout this chapter! ;)
Making out in the back of a car situated in the middle of practically nowhere was the last thing that you had ever expected to happen on your way back from the goddamn hospital of all places.
And yet—here you fucking were.
You and Dazai were kissing like absolute crazy in the backseat, like your entire lives had depended on it. His tongue slipped inside your mouth, gentle but demanding. You felt like you were melting into the steamy kiss, as every square inch of your body had dissolved into his. Your fingers gripped his dark, wavy hair, pulling him closer. Your veins throbbed and your heart exploded. The feeling was feral. He pushed you backwards as he hovered over you, sprawled across the length of all three seats in the back of the car. The weight of his body on top of yours was extraordinary. You felt him—all of him—pressed against you, and you inhaled his shaving cream, his fruity shampoo, and the extra scent that was just...him. His lips tasted like exorbitantly expensive honey. You noticed that his face had the slightest bit of stubble, you could barely see it but you could definitely feel it pricking your skin, although you didn't care, you didn't care at all. He felt wonderful. His hands were everywhere, and it didn't matter to you that his mouth was already on yours—you wanted him closer, closer, closer.
This man drove you to the brink of insanity. You almost forgot that you were currently pissed as hell at him because of the whole nurse situation.
When you suddenly remembered the nurse's stupid face once again, the image appearing in your mind without your consent, your annoyed mood that Dazai was currently trying to distract you from had returned. And as he was kissing you, you immediately opened your eyes and furrowed your eyebrows. You splayed your hands on his chest and pushed him away—not too far, but enough so that he was still hovering, just not quite touching.
"I'm still pissed off!" Elements of chagrin were twirling around your tone. You bit your lip, gazing into his deep brown eyes, and you noticed how his mop of chestnut curls had fallen messily over his forehead. You didn't know whether you wanted to lovingly fix his hair or slap him right across the face. "I still can't believe you fucked the—"
You were immediately interrupted when Dazai simply grinned in response, not saying a single word, before he swooped down and captured your lips in his like a smooth criminal. His body pushed into yours while he gently bit your bottom lip. He teased, nibbling softly, before he allowed his lips to glide over yours smoothly, as smooth as butter. The kiss grew astoundingly heated with every push and pull and now your hands managed to find their way to his scalp. His hands slowly slithered up your back, lifting your t-shirt ever so slightly and feeling your skin under his fingertips.
