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Dazai flops down on the bed face-first and lets out a belly-deep sigh. Chuuya, her shadow, bodyguard, underboss, partner, and the person who is supposed to care when something is wrong with her, doesn’t even deign her worth a glance, simply flipping to the next page of the book in her lap. So Dazai sighs louder, a whine coming from her throat as well. And still: nothing.
Well, that won’t do.
“Chuuya,” she says, pushing herself up on her forearms to stare expectantly at the woman. “Won’t you ask me what’s wrong?”
“Not like you’re not going to tell me anyway.”
“I’m not feeling very good today.”
“Pity.”
“And I’m hungry.”
“So eat something.”
Dazai’s arm reaches out to Chuuya, grazing her knee at first, then wrapping her hand around the meat of her thigh, massaging her suggestively. “I think you should give me something to eat.”
That, at last, earns her a reaction. Even if it’s just a dry scowl.
“I’m not your damn maid who will bring you your food just because you can’t be bothered to use the microwave.” She exhales a huff. “You have two healthy legs. Use them.”
“But Chuuya,” Dazai says, wiggling closer. “You don’t even have to get up to feed me. My meal is right here.”
“Hah?” Chuuya’s frown meets Dazai’s unyielding gaze; follows her eyes as they slide down Chuuya’s body, lower and lower…. until understanding dawns across her face. “Seriously?”
“You won’t find anyone more serious than me.”
“I don’t have time for your horny antics,” Chuuya mutters and tries to kick her away. Without any success, of course. Dazai might be no match to her when it comes to physical prowess, but she knows a thing or two about clinging. There’s a reason why Chuuya calls her an octopus. “Dazai, I’m busy.”
“So? I can eat you out while you’re reading. You don’t even have to do anything.”
“You’re so fucking weird,” Chuuya tells her even though Dazai feels her warming up to the idea, her disapproval melting like wax. She has been reading the same page for the last two minutes now. Ergo, she hasn’t been reading at all. (Her speed has been steadily improving ever since she joined the Port Mafia.)
Shifting higher, Dazai rests her cheek against Chuuya’s crotch, tracing her fingers over the sharp edge of her hip bones, visible beneath her obscenely tight leather pants. It’s a good thing she spends most of her time in Dazai’s office or the Port Mafia would have a shortage of staff. “I have so much paperwork due, Chuuya, and you always tell me to eat more. You will be the perfect snack to power me through the rest of this tiresome day.”
“I mean actual food, you shameless pervert.” Unlike her tone, the hand that drives through Dazai’s hair is fond. “And don’t act like you’ll get anything done today if we start fooling around now.”
“Is Chuuya saying I’m slow?”
“I’m saying you’re greedy.”
“I don’t remember Chuuya ever minding. Not when she’s always demanding three orgasms in a row.”
Chuuya’s body shakes with a huff. “Fuck off.”
Dazai raises her gaze to her. “I swear to you, Chuuya, on my wretched soul and every person in the building –”
“Oi.”
“— I will only have this quick snack that won’t take longer than ten minutes, and then return to work and leave you to read your book – which is quite boring, by the way! Raskolnikov ends up –”
Chuuya slaps the hardcover of the book in question against Dazai’s cheek. “Don’t you dare spoil me, shitty Dazai!”
“Fine, fine,” she mumbles, rubbing her delicate face. “I promise to be quick and to do all the work. You can even time me if you want.”
“Just get to it already,” Chuuya finally says and shoves Dazai’s head down to her meal. How resourceful she is! “After all your talk, you better make it good too.”
“Let‘s not pretend that that has ever been an issue.”
But since Dazai doesn’t want her to change her mind before she even has a chance to prove her point, she scoots further down and makes herself comfortable between Chuuya’s thighs.
Chuuya has a lot of beautiful things to admire, but her legs are by far Dazai’s favorite parts. So long, all lean muscles and smooth skin what with all the products she hoards in their bathroom. So strong. Sometimes, afterward, Dazai rests between them, fantasizing about how lovely it would be to be crushed by them. Better than any other way to die that she has tried for sure.
Chuuya actually picks up her book again and starts reading, ignoring the way Dazai's fingers diligently pop open her pants' buttons, unzip them, and pull them down. She lifts her bum to help out but otherwise lets Dazai do as she pleases.
Not that she minds.
In the end, she will have Chuuya’s attention, whether she wants to or not.
Once the clothes are tossed aside, Dazai takes a moment to admire the view: Chuuya’s thighs are propped up and parted for her, showing off her cunt, pink and glistening, and the trimmed patch of hair in the shape of a heart — the result of yet another lost competition between them, that Chuuya always pretends to dislike while actually loving it.
“You know, you’re suspiciously wet for someone who is pretending not to care about this,” Dazai murmurs as she drags her thumb across her slit down to her entrance where she catches more slick. Humming, she brings it to her mouth and makes a show of licking it off.
Chuuya’s eyes momentarily lift, pupils dilating when she sees Dazai suck her thumb between her lips. “I’m not going to explain how arousal works,” she mutters, voice multiple octaves rougher than before, her thighs tensing around Dazai as though trying to close, then being forced still again. “You should consider yourself lucky that your annoying face makes me wet at all.”
Dazai makes sure that the breath of her responding chuckle washes over her cunt when she leans down to fulfill her promise. As much as she loves to tease Chuuya until she’s begging for relief, this is about sating her own hunger, and right now, she doesn’t feel very patient.
A low groan slips out of her mouth when Dazai gets her first proper taste of Chuuya, her tongue sliding through her folds and up to her clit, swirling around the bud. It’s a mixture of sweetness and musk, topped off with the heady scent of her arousal. Dazai’s favorite combination of flavors by a long shot.
Above her, Chuuya remains stubbornly quiet even as her breaths grow more and more strained.
Wrapping her hands around Chuuya’s thighs, Dazai spreads her wider, then dives in with even more unabashed and vocal enthusiasm. She laps at Chuuya’s cunt to build tension but at the end of each reverent stroke of her tongue, she finds her clit, switching between broad, fat licks over the hood and swift lashes, using just the pointy tip.
It takes a minute or two to coax a noise from Chuuya, a soft and breathless gasp that makes her tense before she relaxes again, cunt getting wetter. “Shit.”
“Enjoying the book?” Dazai asks and traces the outline of a question mark into her center. Chuuya’s hips twitch when she lands the dot.
“Yes,” she rasps out. “Very.”
“Then read for me.”
“What? I’m not gonna –” Her response bleeds into a keening whine as Dazai’s lips wrap around her clit and suck at it, hard, while her tongue meanly rubs against the tiny bundle of nerves. The moment Chuuya’s muscles start shaking too much, Dazai releases her with a wet exhale. “Fuck!”
“Read to me.” Dazai smears the command against her most intimate parts, inhaling shamelessly. “So I know just how much you’re enjoying it.”
Something rough tugs at her hair. Harshly yanks her up. Chuuya’s face is flushed with heat and an adorable hint of betrayal. “That wasn’t the fucking deal.”
“You should know better by now than to trust my words.” Shrugging, Dazai lowers one hand to Chuuya’s hole, collecting her arousal until her fingers are coated in it before she slips two of them inside.
“God, shit, I hate you,” Chuuya snaps even as her hips immediately jerk up to meet her. “You’re the worst.” And yet the sound of fluttering pages still ripples through the room, accompanied by the slick slide of fingers moving in and out of her cunt, until, at last, Chuuya forces herself to read. “To what extent, however? The situation was beginning to clarify itself…”
Smiling, Dazai seals her lips tight around her clit again, flexing her tongue in sync with the dirty grind of her digits. Just the way Chuuya likes it.
“… his whole r-recent scene –” Chuuya groans, her cunt clenching frantically around Dazai as the onslaught of calculated pleasure pushes her toward the peak nice and fast. It turns into a shocked whine when Dazai slows down on the suction. She isn’t hearing any words. “I’m gonna fucking kill you –”
“Is that what’s written in the book?” Dazai demands to know, dragging her fingers against Chuuya’s sweet spot deliberately slowly, amplifying pressure rather than alleviating it. “Shall I check?”
“Fuck you, no!” her baby growls but her voice catches at the end, aware that the only way to reach her climax is to abide by the boss’ rules. Such is the way in the Mafia. “H-His whole recent scene with Porfiry, roughly, in its general outlines, he could not help… “
Taking pity on her partner, Dazai latches onto her clit and applies the exact pressure that makes Chuuya fall apart every single time.
“… not help shuddering with horror again. Shit. Of course, he did not know of all of Porfiry’s purpose yet, he could not grasp all his… all his c-calculations, fuck, fuck, right there! Right there! But part of the game hadbeenrevealedandcertainlynooneknewbetterthanhehow – oh – oh!”
Feeling Chuuya come undone in her mouth is an exquisite experience, one that only encourages the pace of Dazai’s fingers, rubbing her insides hard and fast, even when Chuuya begins to convulse so intensely that she would fly off the bed if No Longer Human didn’t stop her.
But Chuuya has been so generous with her time. The least Dazai can do to repay her is give her a nice, long orgasm that lasts an eternity.
Chuuya’s garbled noises are just as beautiful as her reading voice, if not more, her little gasps and hiccuping breaths filling the room as Dazai works her through it, lips tight and unyielding around her pulsing clit, enjoying the sparks of pain that come from the feverish hand twisted in her hair. Only after releasing one final groan, wrung out from the bottom of her belly, does Chuuya go lax, her clutch loosening.
Dazai’s wrist slows down, but she suckles a few more spasms out of Chuuya before she lets go of her clit. She raises her eyes to see Chuuya’s head toss back against the mountain of pillows behind her, keeps her gaze trained on her exhausted and blissed-out girl even while cleaning her up with her tongue, softly lapping at her cunt. Chuuya’s walls squeeze around her digits, still buried inside her heat, when she manages to look up and meet her gaze.
It makes Dazai painfully aware of the ache between her own legs.
Still, she maintains her composure; sits up with a dainty smile, and brings her fingers to her mouth to taste Chuuya’s cum, humming happily and pretending not to notice the way Chuuya’s throat bobs.
“So,” she says afterward, “was that quick enough for you?”
Chuuya’s eyes fall closed in resignation, a sigh leaving her. “God, you really are the worst.”
“Is that a no?”
“It’s a come the fuck here already.”
Dazai makes a noise of delight before she obediently crawls toward Chuuya.