dazai who likes to have you ride his boot, he even bought a custom made pair just for the occasion. he usually likes to be the only one to see you fall apart under him, but sometimes he doesn’t mind a small audience. after all it’s him who’s making you feel good, it’s his boot you’re humping like a dog, it’s his name who you’re moaning our as you beg for permission to cum. it’s almost like a bragging right for him, as if he’s flaunting you like a piece of meat to a pack of hungry lions, all while they can only sit and watch and oh boy do they watch. their eyes never leave you or the way you’re rutting your hips against your boyfriends shoe, hands dancing above the zipper of their pants as they itch to free their painfully hard cocks. “hurry up” hell sigh down at you, feigning boredom as he looks deep into you. “is that really the best you can do, baby? after my friends made the effort to come and see youespecially?”
