twisted devotion || Yandere!DAZAI/READER

[20] Euphoria*

A/N: Explicit content warning.

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You find yourself on your back, damp and sodden from the shower, with Dazai's arms like pillars on each side of your head, his lips inches away from yours with his hair wisping over your temples like brown flames. You're holding in a breath you're not even sure you're holding, your chest constricting so pleasantly that you're digging your nails into his exposed skin, scarred and marred, unknowingly dredging up a moan deep somewhere in his chest that tumbles out of his mouth like a rockfall. His heart's thirsty for a kiss, one kiss, just one, he finds himself internally begging, like a feverish delirium that drives him insane; you call it insane, but to him, it's simply love.

You define insanity as what? You do something over and over again, with each attempt you expect different results; is that not what love was? Loving over and over, more and more, and receiving the same ending each and every time?

"Please kiss me," You find yourself whispering against his lips, eyelashes fluttering close when he dips his head lower, just brushing against your lips, teasing you with the edge of a kiss, "Please."

He hesitates, something in his eyes click like a pistol being cocked, and he looks into your eyes as though waiting for a shooting meteor to pass through from one world to another, and something in his chest breaks apart, like a bag filled with water popping, and he fiercely presses his lips against yours: the incarnation was complete when he could feel you melt against his own; there are many things he was uncertain of in like, but the only certainty he knew was that he could not live apart from you without submitting to the familiar darkness of his cesspool mind. Everything he does and sees and expects is just another variation of you, you, you, it's all you that he wants, it's all you that he loves.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He finds his libido gnawing at him like a beast upon seeing your blazing cheeks, lips agape and swollen from his teethful kiss.

"Please!" You whine against his lips again, and his fingers are on your breast, groping and pawing at the moundful flesh, swallowing your moans and gasps when his fingers brush over your nipple. You can feel heat blossom in your groin, unused to this foreign feeling of having your body touched in the most intimate of places. Your back arches like a bow when he pinches a nipple, grinning at your reaction.

"Oh, you like that?" He teases, gently tweaking it between his long, slim fingers. You pout at the playful tone in his voice.

"Don't tease," You cover your face with your hands, "This is my first."

"You're a virgin?"

"Yes..." He coaxes that answer out of you by leaning down and taking a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. He suckles on it hard and you let out a muffled shriek, biting down on your hand. Dazai releases your tit with a pop, reaching up and pinning down both of your hands with a single one of his.

"Don't hide those noises," He chastises you, "I want, need to hear them."

"But they're embarrassing...!"

"Not to me," His voice is molten, rugged and husky, like warm drizzling honey, and it clouds every thought you have in your head when he whispers it alongside the curve of your ear, "Not to me it isn't."

He is a dangerous creature of monstrous proportions, but he finds himself merciful at your feet, begging for more, more, more, like a beggar at the altar, by the foot of a Goddess, begging for more blessing rainfalls. He swallows the lump of spit in his throat when you let out an unabashed wail at his teasing, fingers crawling down your abdomen like a spider weaving its web, down to your crotch, where his fingers caress the damp folds there.