[Prompt: You didn't do the dishes, I'm not doing you.]
The room was getting hotter and hotter with every sensual move of your bodies. His bandaged hands sneaked under your shirt as you rolled your hips against his, drawing a breathy moan from his lips.
Any other time the sound would be enough to make you putty under his touch. But not today.
You slid off him with ease, missing his caresses already yet you didn't let it show on your face. He stared at you like a hungry predator. Obviously he was thinking you were just teasing him.
"Come back here," he growled, all demanding and frustrated.
"Not happening," you shrugged. It took all your power to hide the tremble of your hands as you longed for his touch. Your only solace was that he was in worse state.
"And why's that, pray tell?" he ran his hand through the mop of brown hair. His amber eyes were clouded with lust. He wanted to get over with whatever this was as soon as possible and get back to the more... entertaining part.
"You didn't do the dishes, I'm not doing you. Simple as that, baby," you smirked mischievously and bit your lower lip as he fell back with a groan.
"Seriously, [y/n]?" he whined and tried to pull you back to bed with him. You avoided his grasp skilfully, escaping to the door.
"You still have a chance," you purred as you leaned on the doorframe, making him look up suspiciously. "If you do it quickly enough, I might just let you ravish me on the counter."
Never before did Dazai leave the bed so quickly, neither did he do his part of chores with such enthusiasm.
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