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You liked to get to work early, before anyone else arrived. The typically bustling atmosphere of the ADA would be still and quiet, allowing you to enjoy a cup of coffee in peace.
You walked down to the office from the agency dorms, shoes clicking against the sidewalk. You could see the traces of sunrise on the horizon, oranges and pinks dusted on a blue canvas; the sight brought a smile to your face.
After a few more minutes, you made your way inside the building and into the office area. It was completely silent, like a still ocean. Then your eyes drifted to the corner, noticing an unusual, yet always welcomed presence.
"Dazai?"
She was laying on her stomach on the couch, head propped up on a pillow. She perked up at her name, beaming at you with that adorable smile of hers.
"Morning, baby!"
You walked over to the couch, nudging her feet off the cushions so you could sit. She whined, but sat in an upright position.
"What are you doing here so early?" You asked. "You usually sleep in."
She placed a kiss on your cheek, batting her eyelashes at you with the innocence of a saint. "Do I really need an excuse to see my lovely, sweet belladonna?"
"Oh, so you went through all the tiring effort of getting ready on time just to see me?" You flicked her shoulder playfully. "Am I getting that right?"
A pair of bandaged arms was held up in mock surrender. "Guilty as charged."
You giggled, ruffling her hair. "You're under arrest, then."
You retracted, wanting to get up and make your coffee, but Dazai's arm snaked out and pulled your hand, bringing it right back to her hair.
"Someone's needy this morning," you teased, running your fingers through her hair, gently so as not to catch on any knots. Dazai decided not to comment on your remark in favor of leaning into your touch with a soft, pleased sigh. She loved having her hair played with, and you had zero qualms with indulging her, marveling in the way her mocha locks felt so smooth against your hand.
You (almost regretfully) let go, giving her a quick peck on the lips before getting up from the couch and walking over to the coffee machine.
"You're so mean!" Dazai pouted, crossing her arms. "Stop ignoring me."
"Chill, Zai, I'm just getting some coffee." You shook your head fondly, grabbing a paper cup. "You know how I get when I don't drink enough caffeine in the morning."
You were startled by the warm press of her hands on your waist. How did she do that? You hadn't even heard her get up. Before you could ponder it further, she whispered in your ear from behind, putting on a husky voice that she knew always made you melt.
"I know something else you can drink." Her body pressed into you from behind and you hated the way you gasped at the minimal contact. "Something a lot more refreshing."
Your thoughts flashed to a few nights ago, the last time you'd gotten a taste of her. A familiar hunger grew, heat in your belly, as you recalled how utterly sweet she was. You cursed the way she made you want so easily with just a few words and touches, but you couldn't deny the sudden craving. How could you, when Dazai tasted miles better than any pastry or the overly-sugared-up coffee you'd been about to make? Still...
"Work will start soon," you protested weakly. Dazai merely chuckled.
"Don't worry, love." She squeezed, fingernails digging into your hips. "You and I both know how fast that tongue of yours is."
You flushed instantly, lit up like a candle. Well, it was probably alright- after all, Dazai was smart, one of the smartest girls you'd ever met. Probably in the entire world. She more than likely somehow knew that you wouldn't get interrupted. And her pride was too great to put herself in a situation where she would get interrupted (unless it was by you, of course). So, it was probably all going to be okay-
"I can practically hear you overthinking, darling." Dazai's voice, rich like coffee creamer, was still right against your ear. Her tongue brushed your earlobe and you squirmed. "Come on, you and I both know what you want."
Oh, fuck me.
"Go sit down at your desk," you said. Dazai gasped, giggling as she kissed you on the cheek, erasing every trace of the suave seductress she'd just been.
"Oh, thank you, love!" She cheered, skipping over to her desk. "You won't regret it!"
You walked over as she took off her coat, draping it over her desk chair. She flopped down into the chair and you leaned over her, kissing the top of her head as you played with her hair again.
"Excited, are we?" You murmurred. "I guess now we know the real reason you came to work so early."
"Less talking and more eating, please," she demanded playfully, spreading her legs with a small smirk.
You flicked her on the nose. "Naughty."
"And you love it!"
Well. She really wasn't wrong.
You got down on your knees and placed your hands on her thighs. She was so beautiful from this angle (from every angle, really), and her chocolate eyes glazed with lust as she stared down at you. There was something so intimate and romantic about this, you thought. To kneel down before someone and pleasure them with your tongue, every lick like a small prayer. You dragged her khaki skirt over her thighs and out of the way, revealing a ginormous damp spot soaking through her cotton panties.
"Oh my," you teased, running your finger over it. "Looks like someone's been waiting all morning for this."
She rutted her hips into your finger, a disatisfied keen leaving her when she couldn't get enough friction. "Baby, please."
Fuck. You couldn't resist her when she sounded that desperate, whether it was an act or not. You immediately pushed her panties out of way, holding them to the side with your finger. The scent of her slick filled your nose like the world's finest perfume. Her pussy dripped like caramel, and you couldn't help the way your mouth watered.
"So pretty, Osamu," you whispered, running your hand softly on her inner, bandage-covered thigh. You heard the way her breath quickened above you.
You stole a glance upwards. Her face was flushed and her lips were parted- they were glistening, too, likely from being licked. You saw her smile as she reached down to stroke your hair, nails tracing constellations over your scalp and making you shiver.
"Bella," she breathed. Quietly, like she was embarrased to speak so gently. "I need you."
You caved, giving her thigh a soft squeeze and leaning forward.
I need you, too. You didn't say it out loud, but with a kiss to her clit, one that made her sigh. Then you licked a soft stripe up her folds, letting her flavor seep into your eager mouth.
She was better than caffeine, sweeter than any latte. You moaned as the warm liquid coated your tongue.
Dazai's breath hitched. "Oh, belladonna..."
Both of you needed more. You circled your tongue around her entrance, drawing out a stuttered, needy little groan, before letting your tongue lick inside her.
Dazai moaned, low and satisfied, as you lapped her up. You indulged in her flavor, in those pretty whines when you would twist your tongue or brush it over her g-spot. Dazai's hand gripped your hair, pushing you deeper into her cunt. You licked even faster, loving the feeling of being completely smothered by her pussy.
"Ah, princess!" Dazai cried. "You feel so good... you're driving me crazy."
God, the way she said that was starting to make you go crazy. You licked frantically, the obscene, wet sounds of sex filling your ears. Combined with Dazai's moans, it was the perfect harmony, one you wanted to learn all the notes to. But you already had; you'd learned her body so well, knew exactly where and how to touch to draw out her melodies. There was still a lot about her you didn't know, but nobody else at the agency knew her quite like this.
Your thoughts drifted, without warning, to your fellow agency members. A thorn of worry pricked you- you'd been going at it for quite a bit now. What if you got walked in on? Kunikida always arrived fifteen minutes early, and she would flip out if she saw such misconduct in a work setting.
Your fear got the best of you and you removed your tongue from inside the brunette. "Dazai, do you know how much time we have until- mmph!"
The hand in your hair fisted tightly, pulling you back towards her dripping cunt.
"Keep going" she growled, and, oh boy, did that go straight to your groin.
You plunged back in, her thighs squeezing around your face in a way that had you sighing with pleasure. Your tongue worked even faster, stretching as deep into her vagina as possible. She grasped your hair with both hands now, and- oh dear God, she was grinding into your face. Your blood rushed to your cheeks (and lower) as her juices spread all over you. Her clit jammed against your nose repeatedly, and she keened every time it hit. You realized she was looking for stimulation and gladly gave it to her, moving your tongue to rub against her clit. She stopped grinding as she got what she wanted, a noise of relief leaving her throat.
After a minute or so of tonguing her, you enveloped your lips over her engorged clit and sucked, drawing a high-pitched cry from Dazai.
"More," she whined, strained voice losing its commanding edge from before.
You complied, sucking even harder and flicking the bud with your tongue. One of her hands released your hair, and the muffled sound of her moans and high-pitched squeals told you she'd covered her mouth with it. She was approaching orgasm fast. You doubled your efforts, sucking her clit with vigor. Dazai gave a final, loud whine as she came, whimpering as her body shook slightly and her walls began to spasm.
She squirted and you lapped it up, her cum tasting better than vanilla ice cream. You almost wanted to make her cum again just to taste even more of it, but time was limited. You reminded yourself that you could have more of her later, so you released her with a sigh, leaning back and licking your lips.
Dazai's expression was dazed as she ran her fingers through your hair, breathing heavily.
"You're such a mess," she mumbled, somewhat in awe, pulling her hand out of your hair to wipe some of herself off your face.
You flushed, putting her panties back to cover her and pulling down her skirt. "It's all your fault, Dazai."
Dazai only grinned wrly. "If you say so, gorgeous."
She pulled you up and onto her lap, giving you a languid kiss that you eagerly returned. The only sounds in the room were the rustling of clothes and the soft smacking of lips as they slowly glided against each other. It was the sort of peace you came to work early for.
"Come on, let's go get you cleaned up," Dazai whispered once you pulled apart. You nodded, sliding off her lap and onto your feet, Dazai following close behind.
"By the way," she said, voice lighting up with mischief as she went to hold the door open for you. "We still have ten minutes until that early bird Kunikida shows up."
"Looks like we timed it perfectly," you said, stepping through the door.
"How many orgasms can I make you have in ten minutes, I wonder?" Dazai's voice made you freeze. "I'll bet on three. Do you wanna try it out to see if I'm right?"
You could feel your heart as it sped up. You turned back to look at Dazai with a flushed smile.
"I'm more than willing to test that theory."
Dazai chuckled, letting the door shut behind her.
"Say no more, my belladonna," she said as she took your hand. "You're definitely in for a treat."
You couldn't help but find the comment ironic- after all, you'd just eaten the most delicious treat to ever exist.