Kitty knelt before him, legs folded neatly beneath her, a flush creeping up her neck as her gaze flickered downward. Dazai followed her eyes, smirking at the way her fingers trembled slightly against her chest. He tilted her chin up with two fingers, forcing her to meet his gaze—those deep, knowing brown eyes that softened in the dim light.
Softened, but never pure.
Corrupted by sins he no longer cared to atone for.
His fingers traced the plush curve of her lips, slow and deliberate, ghosting over the delicate outline. She parted them slightly, her breath warm against his skin, her expression both inviting and unreadable. The way she looked at him—calculating yet yielding—sent something dangerous crawling up his spine.
Dazai's throat bobbed as he exhaled sharply.
Enchanting. Too enchanting.
He pushed her back, guiding her onto the floor as his hand trailed downward, featherlight over her ribs, her stomach, her thighs. His touch barely there, teasing. She squirmed beneath him, a sharp inhale betraying her anticipation.
"Dazai…" Her voice was breathless, a whisper of need laced with something else—hesitation, perhaps?
His fingers found their way between her legs, pressing, testing. Heat pulsed against him. He exhaled a quiet curse, his jaw tightening as he watched her reaction.
"You're already soaked." His voice was husky, edged with something raw. "Is this for me… or for him?"
Kitty tensed, her breath catching. Dazai's fingers pressed harder in response.
He knew he shouldn't care. And yet, his lips curled in displeasure as his gaze fell on the faded bruises marking her pale skin. Mori. A sickening reminder of what had come before. His fingers ghosted over one of the blemishes on her neck, and something dark flashed in his eyes.
"Dazai… that hurts," she whispered, turning her head away.
He didn't reply. Instead, his lips found the bruise, sucking at it, teeth scraping against tender flesh—erasing, replacing.
Her gasp shot straight through him.
Dazai's breath turned shallow as he hovered over her, his body pressing into hers, pinning her effortlessly. She was smaller beneath him, delicate yet unyielding, her fingers digging into his shoulders as if daring him to claim her fully.
"Scared?" he murmured, watching the way her eyes darted downward.
Dazai gently tucked the stray hair behind her ears and whispered, "It's time, Kitty."
Kitty had known what main thing he'd been referring to, she shot a quick glance at him. She was mentally prepared of her situation but she was taken aback.
Her heart raced with anticipation. She was nervous and his slight touch had made her legs tremble, body shivered like a grass in a heavy wind.
Goosebumps crawled between them. Skin against skin.
Dazai slowly slipped one of his middle fingers inside her slit. He teased her and patted her before piercing her slit with his slender fingers, making her squirm and gasp. Kitty gripped her arms tightly around his neck.
"It's quite swollen.," he paused for a second, "isn't it?"
There was no discomfort in her expression, no hesitation—only a quiet, unspoken longing. She wasn't resisting. She wasn't unsure. She wanted this.
Dazai stilled for a fraction of a second, something tightening in his chest. He had expected awkwardness, reluctance—anything but this. But there she was, watching him with dark, knowing eyes, her body arching subtly toward his touch.
Bewitching. Irresistible. And entirely unexpected.
She laid under his control, she was little embarrassed but confident enough to meet his unflinching gaze straight at him. His hands were pressed on the floor interlocking her from both the sides, pinning her on the floor.
Dazai gently pressed his body against her, and the tip of his foreskin penetrated inside her sensitive area. Kitty stabilized herself by placing her hands on his chest as he moved lazily in her.
Her toes curled as his member slowly absorbed inside her. Her body accepted his length entirely.
"Kitty.," he huffed, his breath came in ragged gasp, "I am... ugh... God.. damn it.," he banged the floor, causing a loud thud.
Dazai bit her lower lip hungrily and said, "You are a fucking painting."
Kitty held his cheeks from both the side and kissed him with passion.
Simultaneously, Dazai and Kitty moved up and down in a rougher pace and losing them to eachother in a frazzled breath.
Skin to skin.
Exchanging breaths to breath.
He was melting inside her like a candle. Her touch was tender. Her body was like that of a swan - pale and soft.
Her legs wrapped around his waist to give further stability in their intimate acts.
"So?" he asked, his voice low, teasing, but with an edge. "You give this type of performance to Mori every night."
His pace quickened, rougher, more demanding. Kitty met his challenge with a smirk, her voice dripping with defiance. "What about your performance with other women? Huh?"
"Jealous?" Dazai's eyes darkened, his lips curling into something darker.
"I could ask the same." Kitty's words were sharp, biting, as she lifted her chin slightly, her eyes meeting his.
Dazai's grip tightened around her chest, pulling her closer. The tension was almost palpable as her fragile form pressed against him. His lips trailed to her neck, breathing against the skin, before he groaned, his voice raw. "I... can't."
Kitty felt a sudden shift, a cold stream running over her private parts.
"Dazai... did you just?" Her voice was quiet, almost questioning, the hint of disbelief mixing with something darker.