The morning in Dazai’s office was a deceptive kind of calm, the kind that hums with unspoken possibilities. Sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting lazy stripes across the cluttered desk where I sat opposite him, a stack of reports in front of me that I hadn’t touched in over an hour. Dazai, as usual, was sprawled in his chair, one hand lazily twirling a pen, the other propped under his chin as he stared out the window—or at least pretended to. The air was thick with the kind of silence that felt like a dare, and I wasn’t about to break it first.
I could feel his eyes on me before I even looked up. That restless energy of his was practically vibrating through the room, his foot tapping a staccato rhythm under the desk. When I finally met his gaze, there it was—that sly, devil-may-care grin creeping across his face, mischief glinting in those dark eyes like he’d just thought of something utterly wicked.
“Something on your mind, Dazai?” I asked, arching an eyebrow as I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms with deliberate nonchalance. “Or are you just practicing your creepy stare again?”
He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent an involuntary shiver down my spine. Leaning forward, he propped his elbows on the desk, closing the distance between us as his voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. “Oh, I’m thinking plenty, darling. Mostly about how you’re sitting there, looking like that, and it’s distracting me from doing a damn thing. How am I supposed to work when you’re just… existing so provocatively?”
I snorted, rolling my eyes even as heat crept up my neck. “Provocatively? I’m literally reading a report, you degenerate. If your attention span is that pathetic, maybe you should try focusing on something other than your overactive imagination.”
“Touché,” he drawled, completely unfazed, that grin widening as if my insult was a personal victory. Before I could throw another jab, he was on his feet, moving with that lazy predator’s grace that always caught me off guard. In two strides, he was around the desk, closing the distance between us until I had to tilt my head back to meet his gaze.
“What are you doing?” I demanded, though my voice held more curiosity than irritation. I stayed seated, refusing to give him the satisfaction of standing, but my pulse quickened as he loomed over me.
“I’m bored,” he murmured, his tone dripping with mock innocence as he planted both hands on either side of me, caging me against the desk. “And I think we both need a break from this soul-sucking monotony. Don’t you agree, sweetheart?”
I scoffed, leaning back slightly but finding nowhere to go with the desk edge digging into my spine. “You’re such a horny idiot, Dazai. If you’re so desperate for entertainment, go bother someone else. I’m not your personal amusement park.”
His eyes darkened, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he leaned in closer, his breath brushing against my cheek. “Oh, but you are. And I’m not asking for permission to ride.” Before I could snap back, his hands gripped my hips, and with a swift, effortless motion, he lifted me onto the desk, sending papers scattering in a chaotic flurry to the floor.
“Dazai!” I hissed, shoving at his chest, though my smirk betrayed how little I actually minded. “You’re making a mess, you reckless bastard.”
“And you’re making me crazy,” he shot back, his voice rough as he pressed himself against me, his body a wall of heat and intent. His lips hovered near my ear, his breath hot as he whispered, “I’ve got a few ideas about how to fix that, though. Want to hear them, or should I just show you?”
I bit my lip, fighting to keep my composure even as my body reacted to the proximity, the sheer audacity of him. “Shut up and do something useful for once,” I snapped, my tone laced with mock irritation, but the challenge in my eyes was clear. “Or are you all talk, as usual?”
That smug grin of his widened, and I knew I’d just thrown fuel on the fire. “Oh, you’re gonna regret that, princess,” he purred, his hands sliding up my thighs with deliberate intent, rough and unapologetic. The thrill of being in the office, the risk of someone walking in, only heightened the electric charge crackling between us. His mouth found the sensitive spot just below my ear, and I had to bite back a gasp as he murmured filthy promises, each word more scandalous than the last.
“Keep running that pretty mouth,” he taunted between kisses, his voice a low growl as he pressed harder against me. “Go on, call me something else, sugar. I dare you.”
I arched an eyebrow, my breath hitching but my resolve ironclad. “Fine, Master,” I mocked, dragging out the word with as much sarcasm as I could muster, though the heat in my voice betrayed me. “Happy now, you insufferable—oh!” My insult cut off as his grip tightened, his movements growing more insistent, stealing the air from my lungs.
He laughed, a dark, triumphant sound that sent a shiver through me. “That’s more like it, kitten. Keep pretending you hate this. It’s adorable.”
“Shut up, you cocky asshole,” I managed to gasp out, my hands fisting in his shirt as the desk creaked beneath us, the quiet morning long forgotten in the haze of heat and tension. “You’re insufferable.”
“And you’re irresistible,” he fired back, his lips curling into a wicked smirk as he held my gaze, daring me to argue. “Admit it, you’re just as bored as I am. Why else would you be egging me on like this?”
I glared at him, but the effect was ruined by the way my body arched into his touch, my sharp retorts dissolving into heated murmurs as the intensity built. Our banter wove through the moment, a tangled mix of playful insults and breathless confessions, each word stoking the fire higher. The office, the risk, the sheer wrongness of it all—it only drove us further, the thrill of the forbidden wrapping around us like a vice.
Neither of us cared about the consequences, not in that moment. The world outside the cluttered office faded to nothing, leaving only the creak of the desk, the heat of his touch, and the sharp, electric edge of our game. Boredom had bitten back, and we were both too far gone to stop.
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