Four months passed before she was ready to make her decision. Walking up to Dazai, she smiled. Her face a deep crimson as she fiddled with a few strands of hair. "I made my decision," she mumbled looking at him. She lifted her head and pulled the other male in for a short kiss.

~

Standing there, pink as a rose, the female shoved a note to Dazai's chest and walked to her desk. Covering her face in embarrassment as she squirmed in her seat. "Yes! I won this one!" the wear-tiger, Atsushi proclaimed as he held his hand out. Kunikida rolled his eyes as Ranpo huffed and slapped down 100 yen. Yasano sighed and handed over 100, this was followed by Kenji and Kyoka. Kunikida was the only one who hadn't bet on their relationship.

"You bet on us?", the female mumbled peeking from her fingers looking to Dazai who snickered.

"You didn't know? I figured that out when the betting pool started." puffing her cheeks out, the female groaned.

"Had you gotten with Chuuya I'd have won." Yasano huffed, seemingly upset.

"I bet it would take you six months, then you'd ask one of us and decide on whoever would treat you better." Kyoka shrugged.

"I said you'd wait 2 months and go for the ginger." Kenji smiled.

"And I said you'd end up with Dazai before the end of the year.'' Atsushi hummed, pocketing the yen with a gleeful smile.

Shaking her head, the female ran her hands over her face in annoyance. "You guys all suck."

~

The moon glistened through the windows of the ballroom. A small table holding two glasses. "God, this was a bad idea." the female muttered as she looked around the large ballroom. What if this was too much for a private first date? What if he didn't like it. Shaking her head, the female adjusted her braided bun. Making sure it wasn't going to fall, she touched the jewels that dangled from her ears and neck. The dress she had on was still a tad childish but also styled as a ball-gown. The (f/c) parted in the middle and ended just above the edge of the skirt. The ruffles of white underneath the splendid drop of color stood out as she waited for Dazai. The front of the dress was laced up and tied at the top, forming a bow that hung loosely. The waist had a ribbon neatly tied with glittering sparkles. It had been so long since she'd dressed up like this. Her arms were, without coverage, the scars on display. The true form of showing her trust.

When the doors opened, Dazai stood in shock looking the female up and down. His hair was slicked back. Wearing the same color as the female in front of him, he chuckled lightly. Walking towards her as he listened to the sweet music in the background. "Traditional, classy, and cliche." he hummed, offering his hand to her.

"If I say I wanted an excuse to get heavily dressed up in an older styled dress, would you believe me?" (Y/n) whispered as she took his hand. As he pulled her towards him, he wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Actually, I would. As long as you believe me that after this I want to commit double suicide with you." laughing under her breath, the female stood on her toes to kiss his cheek.

"That's the most believable thing I've ever heard, Dazai. After all, you're obsessed with suicide." his lips tugged up to a smile lightly as they swayed in the music.

"True, but would you believe me if I told you, I might want to stay around just a bit longer. Just to cherish the small moments like this." a soft silence passed as the female thought about his words.

"I'd believe that," she whispered.

Dazai slid both hands to her waist and lifted her, spinning her around before letting her fall back to the dance floor. The two inhuman beings pranced beside each other. For once both of them felt slightly closer to humanity. Understanding the thing they called love.

~

Later that night the female invited the male to stay. Chatting in her room, still dressed in their clothes, the female sighed fanning herself. "I'm going to change, it's getting slightly uncomfortable as well and humid in this." Dazai nodded but didn't move. Tilting her head, the female stood up motioning him to turn around. "Uh, hello, earth to Dazai. I'm going to change?" his lips only curved into a smirk. It took a second but her face went cherry red. Slipping her shoe off, she tossed it at him. "Pervert!" she hissed glaring. His lips parted for a chuckle as he turned away. "That works, but if y-you turn around I'll gouge your eyes out!" rolling his eyes, he dismissed the female's words. Resting his chin on the back of the chair.

"No need to get your panties in a twist. I do respect women." he hummed, earning a snort from the female.

"Try that sentence again. You disrespect most women. I'm just the exception because I'd beat the living daylights out of you if you ever disrespected me." rolling his eyes again, dazai tapped his finger to the back of the chair. "Hand me the nightgown that's hanging in my closet. Don't turn around." nodding the male got up from his seat and grabbed the cloth in his hands.

"You sure own a lot of lingerie." once more the female burst into rosy embarrassment.

"Don't go through my stuff! I said to just grab and hand it to me." the female puffed her cheeks out.

"Adorable." dazai snickered, handing the pajamas to the female. She slipped it on before sticking her tongue out at him.

Reaching up, the female ruffled his hair free from its neat position. "I... I like it better when it's a mess," she mumbled before dazai unclipped her hair and ran his hand through the silky texture.

"I could say the same for when your hair is down." pausing he let go of her hair and stretched a bit. "I have to change the bandages." The hesitation in his voice was clear.

There were rules when it came to Dazai. Certain boundaries had to be respected. One of those revolved around his bindings. He had to trust the person completely. He had a very large problem with separation. Everything he cares about tends to leave him eventually. If he let anybody see his body without the bandages, it would be silent, no remarks were to be made, and he wants constant reassurance. "Oh, well, the bathroom is right across the hall. I have some extras under the cabinet." the female smiled knowing fully how he was most likely not at the stage to show himself to her.

He grabbed her arm lightly, tugging her with him. Closing the door behind him, he removed his vest and shirt, tossing them to the side. "Don't just stand there," he grumbled.

Blinking rapidly and withholding a smile, the female nodded getting to her knees, she pulled out one of the bundles. Walking over to him, she watched Dazai's hands as they skillfully unwrapped his arms. No matter how new, or old, the scar or cut was, she knew better than to linger or ask questions. Grabbing his arm lightly, she slowly wrapped the cloth around Dazai. "You're amazing," she whispered glancing to meet his eyes. He dodged her gaze looking to the side. "You know I'll do this forever right?" The soft way of reassuring him she'd never leave his side made his heart thud with warmth. Smiling lightly, he nodded. Finishing up, she backed away and smiled lightly.

"You need practice." he snickered, referring to the bandage around his chest and neck.

"Hey! Cut me some slack Dazai! I've only ever done my arms and part of my legs!" she stuck her tongue out at him. Shutting her eyes like a child. Hardly any seconds after that she felt her tongue connect with something. Opening her eyes, she squealed blushing when she realized it was Dazai's tongue.

He snickered when she pulled her tongue back to her mouth. He grabbed her waist smirking as he kissed her lips. They were an official thing now. "Bedroom?" he hummed, lifting her just enough, so she could wrap her legs around his.

"Eh?" she tilted her head lightly only to feel Dazai's lips brush over her neck softly. Squeaking, she shivered. Her face was bright red as Dazai walked them into her bedroom. Locking their lips together, he let her fall onto the bed underneath him. She wouldn't admit the thought that crossed her mind when Dazai whispered 'bedroom' and immediately after brushed his lips over her neck. Causing her blush to deepen, she cleared her mind of the thought.

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Dazai broke away, letting her breath before going back down to kiss her. His lips traveled over her cheek and down her neck, all the way to her collarbone. The small noises she made had him lightly chuckling. Deciding to leave a hickey, he sucked just above her collarbone. A deeper sound left her mouth, one that could only be identified as a moan. Covering her mouth, the female turned beet red. Looking up, dazai snickered, returning his lips to hers. "Such a dirty mind." he snickered. Trailing a finger over the female's side, he laid down right next to her.

Blinking, she turned to face him. Glaring, she puffed her cheeks out. "Dazai, you're so mean." she huffed.

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Pray for me XD. I haven't written this stuff in ages, so it may not be all that good. I flustered myself doing this T_T. This little section is 1,260 words-

Dazai looked at her as if he knew nothing of what he had done. "Hmm? Mean, how am I mean?" the female glared in response. Dazai smirked slowly, trailing his hand up the female's side. Until it reached her chin. He lifted it lightly. Kissing her lightly before he ran his tongue over her lip. When she didn't respond by opening her mouth, he moved his leg between hers. Moving it slightly, he smirked, sliding his tongue into her mouth. Increasing the roughness of their kiss, he sucked on her lips. Pulling away to let her breathe, he watched her panting.

"Dazai..." her voice had a slight whine as she moved slightly pressing against his leg.

This earned a snicker from Dazai who quickly moved his leg away from her. The whimper that left her mouth amused him. "What? Is there something wrong (Y/n)?" he leaned over her ear, making sure his breath hit it perfectly. A shaky breath left her lips as Dazai's tongue left his mouth to run over the skin just behind her ear. A very soft moan slipped out of her lips. Another chuckle left Dazai's lips as he began trailing kisses down her chin and to her mouth.

"Dazai," she mumbled his name again. When he pulled away removing all contact with her body, she gave him another glare. "Stop doing that." she pouted watching as he faked confusion.

"Stop doing what? I'm only giving you innocent kisses? Unless, are you thinking dirty things?" blushing, she covered her face and tilted her head. Creating the perfect opening for Dazai. He pressed his lips to her neck again. Sucking and planting feathery kisses, he trailed down until her voice left her lips. Deeming that her specific spot, he attacked it mercilessly. Shifting his body to be above her, he continued to attack that spot until her breathing became pants. He kept his legs on either side of her, closely monitoring her body. His hand traveled down her chest to touch the silk covering her. "Your mind is so dirty." he hummed running his finger around the area. "You're not even wearing a bra right now." watching her face light with crimson, he snickered. Moving his hand down, he crept just above her panty line. He watched her eyes the entire time. His lips had gone back to sucking the spot and forcing out sounds from her lips. When he pulled back his hand and sat up moving away from her, the frustration within her eyes slightly aroused him. Smirking, he leaned on his side and propped his head up.

"Please... Dazai." watching her with an innocent look, he raised his eyebrows.

"Whatever do you mean? Please what?" he asked moving his hand to trail from her chest to her chin again.

Embarrassed, the female still didn't say exactly what it was she needed. He knew how much he was teasing, but he also knew he'd hear what he wanted eventually. His lips ran over hers again before trailing back to the spot. There was already a hickey showing from his earlier attack. The sensitivity made the smallest lick induce a pretty moan from her lips. This time dazai let his hand linger just between her legs. When her hips moved, he acted fast to move his hand, so she couldn't get anything from it. Her legs started to rub together. Smirking, he spread them and placed his body between them. Keeping enough space to prevent her from being able to get any friction off him or herself, he watched her become more and more frustrated and needy. "I need it," she mumbled, looking at him with large begging eyes.

Dazai trailed his hand over her chest, squeezing lightly as he leaned to her ear and whispered. "Be specific and I might give you a little something." biting her lip, the female whimpered. Going to move her hand to do it herself, she puffed her cheeks out to keep her dignity. Clicking his tongue and shaking his head, Dazai used the hand currently cupping her right breast to grab both her wrists and hold them above her head.

Giving in (Y/n) whispered what she wanted. "Please dazai, please me. Please touch me." her face was already red as if this wasn't enough Dazai tilted his head.

"a little louder," he smirked watching her squirm.

"Just fuck me!" she whined ,watching as Dazai smirked. His fingers trailing under her gown. He pinched her bud within his fingers, pulling at it. Using his other hand to lift  her shirt off, he wrapped his mouth around her left bud. Sucking and running his tongue over it as he played with the other one, he listened to the music that fell from her lips. "Fuck." she moaned out as her hand lifted to tangle in Dazai's hair. Switching which breast he had in his mouth and which one was being played with, he decided to add something else to the mix of pleasure he was giving her. Trialing his hand down, he ran a finger up and down the soaked fabric of her panties. Breaking from his sucking to whisper something naughty, he smirked.

"Already so wet, ~" he immediately went back to attacking her bud with his lips and tongue. His fingers rubbing her through the fabric. When her body stiffened, and her grip on his hair tightened, he smirked, pressing a bit harder and moving his finger just a bit faster.

"Fuck Dazai!" she hissed just as her body shook.

"Cuming before we even really get started... how naughty (Y/n)." blushing the female turned around. The fumbling of fabric filled the room as she looked back her eyes widening, as she stared. His hands gripped the edge of her panties, tossing them to the side with ease.

"Holy... that's..." no wonder he had so much confidence. He was really packing down there. Positioning himself above her, he snickered, kissing her lips briefly.

"I know~" he whispered, positioning himself in front of her entrance. With a single thrust, he rammed completely inside her. Shushing her with his lips, he didn't give her much time to adjust. Slowly for a moment, he picked her hips up to a better angle with his height. Her legs wrapped around his waist as her moans filled the room. His own grunts escaped here and there. "So tight~" he whispered.

If there was anything he was scary good at in bed it had to be the dirty talk. The louder and more vocal (Y/n) got, the more he teased with words. He'd whisper slightly degrading things but also be sure to throw in compliments and small praises. With every thrust he managed to hit that special spot. She arched her back panting as her vision clouded over with white. "Osamu!" she called out his first name. His thrust gave a sudden increase in roughness and speed. Growling as he leaned to nibble, her ear and trail kisses down her neck. Her moans left her lips as her clit twitched and tightened around him. He pulled out to release over her. "We're not done." he hummed flipping her over, he grabbed hold of her waist and pulled her back onto him.

The two of them went a total of three rounds before stopping. He would have gone longer, but he didn't want to overstimulate her... at least, not too much.

~ Sin is over ~

He helped clean her up before they both laid down to snuggle. He held her head on his chest. One arm lightly holding her hand while the other laid around her waist. The covers pulled over them as the female drifted off to sleep. He waited until he was positive the female was asleep. Closing his eyes, he drifted off to sleep.

Waking up to a loud buzzing Dazai grabbed the phone noting it wasn't his but (Y/n)'s he huffed. Tempted to hit the hang-up button. Before he could, the female yanked her phone with a yawn, she answered. "Hello?" she grumbled, rubbing her eyes from sleep.

"The hell are you still in bed? Since when do you sleep past fucking noon? Don't you have work?" it was Chuuya on the other end.

"I was... busy last night, so I uh got to sleep late?" her face dusted a slight pink before hearing Dazai snicker.

"I'm going out to the bar tonight. It's your birthday today, so go ahead and bring that bandage-wasting freak." how had she forgotten her own birthday.

"Uh yeah sure. As long as you promise not to kill each other." there was a grumbled confirmation before the line disconnected.

"We're going to celebrate my birthday at a bar. You and Chu have to play nice for me, okay?" the female yawned stretching.

Dazai pouted but nodded, Sitting up he kissed her briefly on the neck before brushing one of the many hickeys with his lips. Shivering, she blushed and puffed her cheeks out. "I need to stop by my place for clothes."

"You mean your box?", placing a hand over his chest in an act of being offended, he huffed. The female merely snickered and walked to her closet looking through it, she pulled out the clothes she'd washed and forgotten to give back to him months ago. "Here," she smiled before catching his staring eyes. Having forgotten she was only in her underwear, she wrapped her hands over her chest and hissed. "You fooking pervert!" she mumbled listening to his chuckle.

"It's nothing I haven't seen though~" blushing, the female slipped on a bra and the rest of her work outfit. Looking in the mirror, she touched the hickeys.

"No amount of concealer can cover these..." thinking she grabbed a scarf and wrapped it around her neck. "Perfect!" she hummed, turning back to Dazai who rolled his eyes.

The two showed up to work hand in hand. Everybody noted the scarf. But she acted as if it were normal for her. "You two fucked, didn't you." Yasano, as per usual, had no filter and straight-up asked the question while she was on her break.

"E-eh? O-of course-" Dazai popped up from nowhere with a smirk.

"Of course, we did." turning cherry red, the female buried her face within her scarf. Snickering Dazai leaned over to kiss her cheek.

He was going to be super clingy now. If he hadn't been before, he was defiantly now. Constantly finding the smallest excuses to touch or kiss her.

~

That night at the bar, Dazai refused to enter without holding her hand. He wanted to make it clear she belonged to him. Chuuya, being an idiot and unobservant, didn't catch on right away. It took Dazai lowering the scarf on her neck just a bit while she was distracted for Chuuya to make an o with his mouth. He was of course hiding