You were Dazai's right hand- his number one even... He liked to call you his 'loyal dog' instead. You argued, but of course he never listened.

As his ‘loyal dog’ he’d give you requests that stayed between you two.. like now.

He sat at his desk, looking over some documents with you in his lap.. he was buried deep inside you, he had asked you to ‘keep him warm

His c0€k was nuzzled right up against your sweet spot, making you squirm in his lap to try and find a more comfortable way to do this without making noise..

“Stop moving so much, you are distracting me, mutt.” He said lightly