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In Chuuya’s life, she had been through a lot. Being stabbed in the back? Been there. Being possessed by a fucking GOD? Done that. Being left alone? That deep dark loneliness has plagued too many of her dreamless nights. But god dammit, a headache is not going to stop her from being a respected Mafia Executive. Of course, she should have sought help at the first signs of the concerning ailment, but the Port Mafia had been incredibly busy lately; and she felt obligated to carry her weight as a high ranking member.Chuuya’s original (genius) plan involved ignoring her problems until they went away, that is… until her ability began acting up. She let out a heavy sigh the first time, as she poured herself a glass of Petrus. Gently raising it to her lips, a jolt of searing power shot up her spine and traversed her brain stem, causing a knee-buckling headache. Chuuya haphazardly slammed her glass of wine back onto the counter, sending dark flecks splattering onto the kitchen counter. She sank onto the floor in front of the sink, and pressed her forehead onto the cool wooden floor. Eventually, the headache subsided into small tremors and sparse shocks of white-hot agony. At this point, Chuuya deemed it safe to stand up, leaning on the marble counter for support. Her body felt hot and sweaty, her clothes clinging to her muscular frame. Letting out a shaky breath, Chuuya grasped the abandoned glass of wine and flung its contents into her mouth, downing it then coughing.“Fuck” she breathed, twisting to the side and cracking her back.Chuuya’s body still felt uncomfortably warm, which led her to putting on her shoes for a brisk walk to the local corner store. To stand in the freezer aisle and cool down, of course. After an uneventful ride in the elevator, Chuuya set off on her journey. Looking at the horizon, she realized with a soft smile that the sun was setting. She usually arrived home too late to watch the sun set, but today her boss had sensed that something was wrong. She stopped in her tracks to watch the kaleidoscope of colors- what the fuck?!…Sunsets weren’t supposed to be black and white, right?Chuuya whipped around, expecting to see more people panicking at the sudden disappearance of color, but… nothing. Across the street, a family consisting of two women and their son took pictures of the rapidly disappearing star. Parts of their conversation drifted to her, but the words which stood out the most were “Mama, Mom, isn’t the pink and orange pretty?”Pink? Orange? When was the last time she’d seen those hues? Heck, when was the last time she’d seen any color? “...Fuck.”This was bad, like really fucking bad. And bad things usually attract- She groaned internally at the mere thought of the damn Mackerel. It could be helpful though, to use the Bandage-wasting Bitch’s ability just to cross Arahabaki off the list.Actually, scratch that. Chuuya would rather bite her own fingers off. Cursing internally, she continued on her path to the corner store. Her still sensitive ears caused her to wince at the jingle of the door opening. Still reeling, she speed-walked to the freezer section and opened the door, letting the cool rush of relaxation wash over her sweaty skin. Upon hearing approaching footsteps, Chuuya pretended to mull over the multitude of frozen lasagna.“Ewwww a chibi slug!”Chuuya’s hand inadvertently clenched around the freezer door handle, and she let out a strained breath in an attempt to stop herself from blasting the bitch into the stratosphere.“You have five fucking seconds, Dazai, before I rip off your tits and force-feed them to you.”“Ahhhha~ such a violent dog, as per usual… why are you looking at frozen lasagna from 2018?”“SHUT THE FUCK UP-”Dazai leaned towards her, smirking that stupid fucking smirk she always wore, before flicking her on the forehead while chirping in that annoying, sing-song voice: “You’ll have to make meeee~”Before she could react, Chuuya felt… strange. Everything around her was brightly colored, so bright, too bright. Whipping her head back around, she could see Dazai’s mouth moving, but everything sounded like she was underwater. Deep, deep underwater. Where nobody can make a sound except the whalesongs.Suddenly, she became all too aware of her heart beating in her throat, and her vision becoming patchy static, and-She was swimming. Swimming in a pool of black tar, but she could see the flames up above, licking at foul smelling air as she surfaced. A wasteland lay before her, and seated upon a throne made of charred pages and singed corpses resided Arahabaki. The god resembled a snake, with scaled and leathery skin, but heavy brass sheep horns adorned its skull, and it had eyes… too many eyes.“Nakahara, I was wondering when you would visit me.”It spoke in a shrill tone.“I was growing bored, did my power really have to partially revoke your sight privileges in order for you to attend a discussion?”“That was you?! How fucking dare you, you live in my body-”“And you use my power, let’s not forget that, shall we?” It trilled.“... What the fuck do you want…”“Me? Nothing much… I got bored!”“EH? THEN WHY THE HELL DID YOU MESS UP MY HEAD, YOU CONNIVING SNAKE SON OF A-”“First of all, I am a God. Son of nobody. I do not conform to your human genders. Secondly, I wasn’t the one causing the headaches. That was you foolish human, overusing my power… It will continue to worsen, the worst consequences will appear in around 3 days, oh I can’t wait…”“That’s fucking stupid, I can’t do this for over three days!”“Too bad… It appears our time is up.”“OI! You can’t just say that shit and le-”
“Chibi”“Dog, wake up~”“Shortieeeee~”“Chuuya!””...Die”“Ah! You’re awake! I knew it would work, Slug!”Bewildered, Chuuya observed her surroundings. She seemed to be sprawled out in the backseat of a car, her hips and legs in Dazai’s lap, while an arm supported her torso. A tan coat was fanned out atop her frame.“The hell’s going on?”Dazai flashed that hot stupid grin, and tutted her slightly.“Hehehehehe… Chibi doesn’t even remember! Guess you should have just been talle-”Chuuya flipped her off, and then tensed as she remembered what happened. As she passed out, the headache dissappeared at Dazai’s touch and she… oh fuck.“I apologize Doggy, but I’m looking for a beautiful woman to commit suicide with, and while your moan back there was entertaining, I’m afraid I’m not in the mood yet!”“SHUT UP! It was a SOUND OF RELIEF. STOP CALLING IT A MOAN!!!!!”Hearing laughter from the front seat, Chuuya looked up and made direct eye contact with Yosano, or as she called her, “Agency’s scary doctor lady”.“...I- uh… WAIT WHERE ARE WE GOING!?”Dazai giggled and pulled her up into a sitting position on her thighs.“Runt’s house~”“EH??!! I’LL KILL YOU!”Chuuya leaned forwards, to ‘kill’ Dazai as mentioned, when a stabbing white pain flashed before her eyes. She ended up toppling forwards, landing with her nose resting on Dazai’s collarbones, and the skin to skin contact felt so good… nobody would even know if she closed her eyes for a moment…When she awoke, she was in her own bed, the duvet tucked up to her chin. She groggily sat up, and was met with the throbbing agony once more. Groaning, Chuuya cupped her own face in her hands and curled into fetal position under the warm covers. Dazai must have dropped her off… Perhaps she was still here, sleeping on the couch or something? Chuuya’s stomach churned (in disgust, of course) at the thought of relying on Dazai, but she didn’t really have any other choice.“Bandaged Bitch?!”She called out to the echoey expanses of her penthouse. Somewhere, she heard rustling. Great, now all she had to do was explain it. Fuck, now all she had to do was explain it.“Hmmm? What does a shortie need so early in the morning…”Chuuya’s heart stopped. Dazai had trudged into the room wearing nothing but an oversized band t-shirt and biker shorts. No bandages. Her arms and legs were lightly peppered with thin white lines, and Chuuya had the urge to kiss every one of them.“... Well? Ooooo~ Does Chibi just want to stare at me? I know, I know, I am a work of art-”“SHUT UP! Arahabaki is being… a bitch. Actually wait no, what’s a gender neutral term for bitch? Bastard? No, wait… Bitchard. Arahabaki is being a bitchard.”“And Sluggy needs my help to make it stop, hm?”“...I guess. Wait, why are you still here, I thought you left last night?”Dazai cackles, then proceeds to flop onto Chuuya’s bed and wriggle under the covers.“Hmhmhm… Wouldn’t Chibbiko like to know”Her voice was muffled in the soft gray duvet, and she snuggled deeper into the covers.“Ughhh fuck..”Chuuya groaned, her head beginning to pound again. After a few seconds of debating whether she should go through with it, and internally cursing when the conclusion was yes, she rolled over and wrapped her arms tightly around Dazai’s waist. This action caused her to tense up, before slowly relaxing into the hug. Neither of them said anything, but stayed there enjoying the temporary relief and each other’s body heat. Dazai’s ability nullified Arahabaki, and Chuuya simply couldn’t get enough.A few hours later, Chuuya knew that it was time to get up, and slowly sat up, though losing skin-to-skin contact with Dazai meant that Arahabaki was no longer kept in check. Dazai whined at the loss of contact, and twisted the duvet around herself. Stretching her arms, Chuuya stood up, before proceeding to lean over the nightstand to turn off her alarm. Dazai shifted into a seated position on the bed, and drowsily looked at Chuuya.“Go make me some breakfast, Doggy~ I trust you not to poison it, and even if it is poisoned I’ll still eat it!”“Shut your face, you suicidal dumbass!”“Oh Chibiiiii~ don’t make me have to punish my slug so early this morning… I want blueberry pancakes pleaseeee~”Scoffing in disgust, her face red with anger (she’s not blushing!), Chuuya stormed off to the kitchen. She began slamming the pancake ingredients down on the counter. Of course, she had to keep Dazai happy if she wanted any sort of relief from the Arahabaki-caused agony, and her vision was already beginning to go monochrome once more. Thinking back to what Dazai said, Chuuya found her face heating up. No way, no way was she blushing for that Mackerel! Though, after what Dazai said… that’s just putting ideas in her head! Bad ones, very very dirty ones that involve being bent over the kitchen counter with Dazai deep in her-“Chibbiko is overmixing the batter~”“AH! FUCK, If I didn’t need you to nullify Arahabaki this whisk would be deep in your eyesocket!”Speaking of her eyes… Chuuya now noticed just how absolutely fucking beautiful Dazai’s eyes were. The irises were a deep rich brown, with red undertones that absolutely shone in sunlight. Her eyelashes were long and thick, framing the eye as a whole. Today she seemed to have applied eyeliner in the bathroom mirror, the silky tapered lines running along her eyelids. The way Dazai’s eyes became a window into her very soul once she let down her guard was gorgeous in Chuuya’s opinion, the way her pupils expanded slightly while looking at a sale on bandages, or when a little crease formed when she was angry, or the shimmering tragic beauty of her tears, she-“... Is my eyeliner messed up or something? Why is Sluggy looking so intently~”“I’M NOT! Actually, yeah I am! You have… an eyelash on your cheek. It makes you look…ugly.”“Ahh~ So mean to me! Maybe I really will have to punish my Chibi, hehe!”Fuck. She didn’t have to say it like that, in that tone of voice that can have Chuuya dripping in seconds. In any case, Chuuya’s mind is dirty enough to have her face turning red at the word “punish” in that damn sultry tone. Maybe Dazai was referring to just making Chuuya do all the chores, but good god did Chuuya want to be between her legs, lapping up her wetness and being called a “good girl.” Brushing away that thought, she went on to make the pancakes, choosing to ignore the damp mess of arousal in her underwear until Dazai went to work.“Byeeee Chibiiii~ I’m gonna be living here for free in exchange for my gift!!!”Then, Dazai was out the door. Chuuya’s face turned a few shades brighter red, before she sprinted to the shower, snatching her waterproof vibrator from the compartment behind the headboard of the bed on the way. Once she stripped and stood under the pelting hot water, she reached down and began taking care of her ‘problem’.Exiting the bathroom with her ginger hair braided and pulled into a bun atop her head, Chuuya leisurely strode to her closet to begin picking up an outfit. Her phone pinged, and she checked it to read a message from Koyou.K: Chuuya, lad?C: Yeah Ane-san?K: When are you coming to work?Are you home sick?C: Yup, Arahabaki is being a bitchardK: A… What?C: Gender neutral term for bitch and bastardK: AhI see.Do you need any pain medication?C: Nah, it fine. Bandaged bitch using her abilityK: WHAT?C: It’s finnneeeeee
K: WHY IS THE TRAITOR AT YOUR HOUSE!? DID SHE BREAK IN OR SOMETHING!?C: She’s at work rnNot technically at my house :)K: I swear to god.Be careful I guess?
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Dazai skipped her way to the Armed Detective Agency after leaving Chuuya’s apartment, a plan already brewing in her cranium. Carelessly sliding in the door, she announced her presence dramatically by shouting:“I have arrived! I know you alllll~ missed me, Osamu Dazai!”“YOU IDIOT, DO YOUR WORK! YOU’RE 47 MINUTES LATE! THAT’S 47 MINUTES OF MY SCHEDULE THAT HAS BEEN DISRUPTED, AND-”“Kunikida-kunnnnnn! So loud, and you used the wrong ‘your’~”“... Huh? But I’m speaking… is it really possible to use the wrong ‘your’ whilst speaking!?”“Yes, yes of course it is Kunikida-kun! Write it down, write it down!”Kunikida, Dazai’s angry coworker, whipped out his notebook and began scratching away with his fountain pen. During this, Dazai made her way to her desk and threw her bag onto the floor before sitting in the spinning chair and opening her laptop.“Oh, by the way, Kunikida… I’m messing with you.”The sound of a pen snapping could be heard across the street. Atsushi glanced over at the two, but not due to their loudness. No, Atsushi’s tiger senses were picking up the scent of someone else on Dazai. That in itself isn’t abnormal, but the cause for Atsushi’s concern was that he had picked up this person’s scent before. Specifically, directly after Dazai returned from being a captive of the Port Mafia, as well as after her joint mission with that executive… What was her name, Nakamura-san?In any case, the scent of a scarily powerful Mafia Brass on Dazai was bad news, was she possibly being held captive or something? Is she too frightened to ask for help? Did she-“Oh yeahhhh, forgot to mention this, but I’m staying at Hatrack’s house for now.”Silence“Dazai-san? What… what does that even mean?”“Nothing~ “After that exchange, Dazai decided that she would torment her coworkers further by refusing to answer any of their questions until the end of the work day rolled around, at which point she excused herself and excitedly speedwalked back to Chuuya’s apartment.Lazily wandering into Chuuya’s bedroom, she found the older one trying out a new pair of pants. Tight, shiny, latex pants that hugged her curves in all the right places. The ‘right places’ being her ass, thighs, and crotch. Peering closer, Dazai could slightly see the outline of a thong under the reflective material, probably a pretty and expensive one too. Oh how she wished she could yank down those pants and see how pretty that thong would be while dripping in arousal. Alas, only the sinfully thin piece of fabric was touching Chuuya, instead of her.“...Why does Hatrack need those shiny pants~?”“GAH! Stop scaring me like that you damn bitch! And I’M WEARING THESE BECAUSE I WANT TO!”“Hmmmm? Oh… what’s up with that top…”Dazai’s sentence drifted off, not even bothering to finish her words. Once Chuuya had twisted around, it was revealed that her ‘shirt’ (if it can even be called that) consisted of a matching latex bra that barely acted as a nipple cover. The bottom of her tits were plump, her nipples barely covered by the skimpy top. Dazai had the sudden urge to press her face into them and inhale the scent of her cherry body wash. Chuuya looked down, flustered, and crossed her arms in front of her chest.“IT CAME WITH! I CAN WEAR WHATEVER I WANT! I… I don’t really look good in it anyway! I’m returning it!!”Dazai was running hundreds of calculations in her head, and eventually settled on complementing Chuuya (just this once!) In order to convince her to continue wearing the wet-dream type outfit.“It looks… good on you, Chibbiko.”“Thanks, but can you please GET THE FUCK OUT!?”“Oh rightttt~ bye bye Doggy~ I’m gonna go mess with your hat collection!”“YOU’D BETTER NOT!”Dazai exited the room, satisfied with the wonderful view she received. She pranced to the bathroom, locked the door, and stripped. She walked over to the bathtub and turned on the tap, filling it with steaming water, before dropping one of Chuuya’s bath bombs into it. She slowly sunk into it, letting out a soft moan of relief at the high temperature. Suddenly, a knock echoed from the door.“Yesss? What does a Slug need… was she drawn to the moisture or something? Slimy slugs like Chibbiko should get some table salt and-”“SHUT UP… I-uh. Arahabaki is acting up again, and I… I don’t think I’m going to be able to stay sane or conscious through your bath… May I open the door?”“... Sure, Chibi. But only if you hop in as well~”“Fine, I’ll do anything to get the fucking pain to stop!”Chuuya slowly opened the door, closing it behind her as she stepped into the steamy room. Dazai lay relaxed in the tub, and motioned for Chuuya to join her. Face red, Chuuya obliged, clumsily stepping out of the tight latex pants. Exactly as Dazai had predicted, she was wearing a fancy and sexy black thong, until she stepped out of that as well. She removed the bra, and was left bare. Dazai smirked and motioned for her lap, and Chuuya was so desperate for the relief-bringing physical contact, she obeyed Dazai’s request, sitting in her lap in the steaming water. Dazai could barely mask her contentment at Chuuya’s ass against her hips, and her pussy resting on Dazai’s thigh.Dazai traced her fingers down the expanse of Chuuya’s muscular back, her hands wrapping around the full hips. Burying her face in Chuuya’s ginger waves, Dazai exhaled against her neck. Chuuya, on the other hand, was turning into a human tomato with how red her face was. Dazai’s hands continued their journey, smoothing themselves up Chuuya’s abs, and stopping just before her tits, the thumbs lightly brushing the sides. Chuuya sat up slightly in order to turn herself around, now straddling Dazai’s hips. Chuuya leaned forwards and began lightly pressing her mouth to each mark in Dazai’s constellations of scars. Dazai was taken aback slightly, until a fuzzy feeling started to bloom in her chest. She really, really felt loved and accepted. She thinks… She might love Chuuya.Dazai reached forwards slightly and gently cupped Chuuya’s ass. Chuuya responded well, shuddering and relaxing into the grip. Dazai used her other hand to trace along Chuuya’s jaw, drawing her mouth closer. As their lips almost touched, the strong scent of alcohol hit Dazai like a tsunami. Upon further inspection, Chuuya’s face was flushed with drunkeness. While Dazai was aching to go all the way, she would never while Chuuya was so intoxicated. She sighed bitterly, and eased Chuuya off of her, causing the older to whine.“Shhh Slug, the water’s gotten cold.”After toweling Chuuya off, Dazai convinced her to get dressed in a t-shirt and lacy underwear, before ordering a takeout meal.That night, the temperature rose to 89º F. Dazai lay in the king-sized bed next to a sleeping Chuuya, and felt uncomfortably warm, even with the air conditioning on. Eventually, due to both the temperature and the many glasses of sake she had before bed, Dazai settled on removing her baggy t-shirt, which did wonders for her.Dazai woke up the next morning groggy, hungover, and shirtless. She briefly panicked before her memories returned, but when they did… god they were enough to soak her panties in arousal. The mere idea of Chuuya bending over to take off those latex pants whilst wearing that sinful undergarment was better than any type of adult film in existence. Rolling over, she shook Chuuya, who was on her stomach. Chuuya groaned but didn’t stir, her face remaining buried in the pillow.“Chibiiii~”“Hatrack get upppp~”“Chuuya!”Annoyed that Chuuya refused to wake up, Dazai leaned close to her ear and mischievously whispered:“Oh Slug, if you don’t get that sexy ass out of bed, then next time you get three fingers whether you can take it or not~”“Ahhh~”“Oh was that noise about? I simply meant a punch to the face, of course! With three fingers! What on earth was Chibbiko thinking? Am I going to have to punish my noisy Hatrack?”“I WASN’T THINKING ANYTHING! SHUT THE FUCK UP!”“Sureeeeeee… I want bacon and a blueberry muffin from the coffee shop down the street~”“HELL NO!”“C’mon, be a good Chibbiko and go get it~ Am I really going to have to get it myself!? Ah, but I guess I should get used to it… seeing as you having the ability to walk in the mornings will be a rarity…”“W H A T”“Hmmm? Well because Chibi can’t handle her wine, of course! Hungover Hatrack is no fun!”“Ughhh go get your own fucking muffin you bandaged bitch!”“‘OH MY GOD CHUUYA, WHAT IS THAT!?”“Huh!!?? WHAT IS IT!??”“IN YOUR HEART!! It’s… me?”“Okay that’s it, you’re kicked out.”“WHA-”
Dazai trudged to work, a bag of her belongings slung over her shoulder. On her way to the Armed Detective Agency, someone had told her that she resembles “the ant from the sad ant meme!” She wants to kill herself.“Good morning, Dazai-san!”Trilled Atsushi, ever the cheerful spirit. He jogged over to her, glanced up to her face, and frowned.“Are you alright? You seem down today.”“I’m fine, Atsushi-kun, that dumb Chibbiko didn’t like my jokes and kicked me out! Honestly, so cruel of a mafia executive~”Atsushi grimaced, finding himself unable to tell Dazai that kicking someone from an opposing organization out of one’s house doesn’t qualify as cruel in the slightest.“I-I’m sorry to hear that, Dazai-san!”“Not your fault, not your fault at all! In fact, I think I’m going to get back at her somehow!”Once Dazai got into the office, she plopped down at her desk and immediately took out her phone, ignoring the stack of paperwork staring her down. After opening her chat with “Slug”, she contemplated her words, before being struck with a genius idea.
D: Can’t wait for tonight… wet alreadyC: What?D: Sorryyyyy Chibbiko, texted the wrong number hahaC: Oh…
Dazai chuckled lightly, before groaning and beginning to chip away at the mountain of mindless busy work. Tormenting Chuuya was her third favorite activity, the first of which was suicide, and the second of which was (hopefully soon) being up to the third knuckle in her.
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Chuuya paced her house, regretting kicking Dazai out. As Arahabaki’s influence reached its peak, Chuuya’s body began to fight it, causing illness-like symptoms. After a while, she had to resign to her bed with a 101°F fever. She was bored out of her mind, having been forced by Koyou to take a sick day. While sitting in bed, she began to brainstorm ideas to somehow invite Dazai back without seeming desperate. Her phone pinged, interrupting her thought process.“Oh…”Chuuya slowly set her phone back down after reading Dazai’s text, feeling worse than ever. Had that incident in the bath really meant nothing? Chuuya had assumed that Dazai was at least a little into her, but now… She wasn’t too sure. Of course, Dazai can do whatever she wants with her own body, but leading Chuuya on like that while she was vulnerable was plain cruel! Where had she messed up? Dazai had been teasing her the whole time and it just meant jack shit? For a second there, Chuuya had really felt that Dazai loved her.Why is it that everyone who Chuuya thinks loves her either betrays her or dies? First, the Sheep who literally stabbed her in the back. Then, the Flags who were massacred. After that, Dazai’s betrayal, and now Dazai once more… Koyou is the only person who hasn’t left yet, and even that isn’t set in stone. Chuuya’s fever-induced spiral of negativity led to her face buried in the sheets, tears soaking into the fabric.Chuuya was finally able to sit up and order takeout delivery, and wobbled to the door to collect it. Upon inspecting her package, she realized that she had ordered two of everything. Two drinks (one without ice, the way Dazai likes), two burgers (one with extra ketchup but no pickles, the way Dazai likes), and extra-large fries (because Dazai claims not to like fries, but would always steal some of hers when they were younger). Chuuya sighed and plated both meals, intending to leave the second one out until it got cold, then put it in the fridge.A knock resonated from the door, and Chuuya went to answer it, trying to ignore the stinging in her eyes and the lump in her throat.“Yes- … HUH!?”“Hiiiii Chibbiko~ I simply couldn’t give up my free meals and boarding, so I’m baaaack~ … Are you… crying?”“What? NO I’M NOT! Jus-just get in you bitch.”“... Chibi.”“What!?”“Are you wearing something under that t-shirt?”“OF COURSE I AM! I changed into my nightwear after my dinner arrived, because I didn’t expect BANDAGED IDIOT VISITORS!”“Prove it~”“Prove what?”“That you’re wearing something under it, Hatrack~ Or am I going to have to render you unable to walk, ma Chéri?”“Wha- What are you implying!??”Dazai smirked and walked closer to her, gripping her waist and pulling their hips flush to each other. She leaned down slightly and whispers:“Take off your shirt, Chibi~”While Chuuya stood frozen in shock, Dazai peppered kisses down her neck and along her collarbones.“I thought you were meeting someone-”“Hmm? Ah, that was just to get you jealous, Slug…”Chuuya blushed bright red, and began to remove her shirt, revealing her lacy red underwear. She threw the shirt onto the floor, and looked up at Dazai as defiantly as she could. Dazai’s gaze stopped to rest on Chuuya’s tits, a battle warring in her gaze, until she came to a decision, and moved to look her in the eyes.“Happy?”Dazai thumbed at the waistband of the panties, while her other hand came up to massage one Chuuya’s tits, causing her to moan into Dazai’s coat.“I’m very happy, Chibbiko… Heh, I can see that you are too, baby you’re dripping through your panties…”She punctuated it with a flick of her fingers over Chuuya tit, causing the latter to lean forwards and whisper:“Fuck me, please… I need it, I need you.”Dazai chuckled, and quickly squatted down, pulling Chuuya’s underwear down to her ankles. She then swiftly moved forwards to knock Chuuya off balance and cause her to bend over Dazai’s shoulder, then straightening up and carrying her to the bedroom over her shoulder, tossing the soaked panties into a corner. They weren’t Chuuya's anymore, they belonged to Dazai now.
Dazai tossed Chuuya onto the bed, and climbed atop her, lowering her hips to grind against Chuuya, Chuuya tossed her head back on a moan. Lifting her hips, wordless pleas tumbled from her lips, Dazai chuckled as she slid her hand slowly down Chuuya’s chest, down to her navel. However, she stopped before reaching where Chuuya wanted her, making the shortie grumble in annoyance.“Bandaged Bitch if you don’t touch me right the hell now, I swea-“She couldn’t finish her sentence as Dazai shoved a finger inside her, while simultaneously rubbing her clit in hard circles, overwhelming her senses instantly. Soon enough, the only thing she could manage was to throw her head back, as endless pleas, praises, and demands of more echoed from her lips.“Ah~ Sluggy do you want another?” Dazai grunted out, as she quickened her pace.“Yes! Yes I swear, please, please god plea-“Chuuya was cut off once again as Dazai slipped another finger into her dripping center. Now all that was coming out of Chuuya’s mouth was screams and pleas for more and harder, to which Dazai complied.“Chibi~ remember when I said that if you didn't get up, you'd get more fingers than you can handle?”Chuuya gasped, and ground down on Dazai’s fingers. Her eyes were wide with both terror and excitement.“The safeword is “soukoku”, got it Chibbiko?”“Yes~ yes, please I'll be good! Ah~ another finger would break me AHH~ I can't- OSAMU~”Dazai grinned and used her free hand to spread Chuuya's trembling legs, before plunging her ring finger into her greedy pussy. Immediately thrusting her fingers faster and deeper, Dazai smirked when she noticed that Chuuya could barely form words anymore.“OH GOD, FUCK OSAMU~ AHH~”“So loud for such a shortie, Hatrack~ am I going to have to leave my Slug bound up with a vibrator in her pussy all night?”Chuuya screamed at that, her eyes rolling back as Dazai harshly rubbed at her sensitive clit. The motion caused Dazai to grunt, as Chuuya squeezed the life out of Dazai’s fingers.“FUCK! Osamu~”Chuuya sobbed, grinding her hips down onto Dazai's relentless fingers.“OH GOD I'M GONNA CUM! FUCK, OSAMU~ PLEASE~”Dazai increased the pacing of her thrusts, before leaning close to Chuuya's pussy and saying, loud enough for her to hear:“Cum for me, Chuuya~”Chuuya's release squirted onto Dazai's awaiting tongue, splattering it with droplets. Chuuya lay on the bed, completely fucked out, and didn't notice Dazai's hands slipping into the bag she brought, looking for something. When Dazai withdrew the items, Chuuya felt her heart skip a beat.“Oh god, I-”“Between my legs, Chibi.”Dazai finally removed her own bottoms, dropping her soaked panties onto the floor beside Chuuya's bed. Spreading her legs, she motioned for Chuuya to crawl between them. It took her a second as her gaze was fixated in the soft pale, yet muscled legs, which connect into what only came to mind as heaven. Once she shakily complied, Dazai reached between Chuuya's glistening thighs and inserted a vibrator, which had somehow appeared in her hands while her gaze was locked on heaven and the hell it was attached too, causing her to buck forwards and sob. Dazai chuckled softly, and threaded her fingers through Chuuya's hair, roughly pulling her towards her wetness.“C’mon Slug~ time for dessert~”The second Chuuya leaned forwards and her tongue came into contact with Dazai's pussy, Dazai turned the vibrations onto the first setting. Chuuya, who had barely recovered from the first round, collapsed onto the bed. Moans spilled from her lips, and she felt slippery hands hoist up her hips, forcing her into an ass-up face-down position. However, the vibrations overwhelmed her senses so much that her legs went limp once more.“Ass in the air Hatrack, like a good girl.”Dazai punctuated her statement with a wet smack to each of Chuuya's asscheeks, before pulling her forwards to bury her face in Dazai's pussy. Chuuya tentatively stuck her tongue into Dazai's dripping wetness, and was immediately addicted to the taste. She began harshly thrusting her tongue into the heat, licking up as much as she possibly could while her thumb played with Dazai's clit. Dazai threw her head back and screamed, while turning up the vibrations, making Chuuya sob into her pussy.“FUCK CHIBI! Oh I can't~ AH!”As Dazai reached her climax, she turned the vibrations all the way up, before her vision went white. Chuuya spasmed and screamed in a mix of agony and pleasure, before she felt Dazai's release flood her mouth. She continued to lap up Dazai’s release, increasing the pressure on Dazai’s clit until she came, screaming her name. Chuuya herself was overwhelmed by the high vibrations, and moaned loudly into Dazai’s pussy, collapsing as she reached her release. Dazai recovered just as Chuuya reached down to try to remove the vibrator. Once the toy was removed, Chuuya went to lay back on the bed, but was stopped by Dazai’s arms.“No, Chuuya~ We aren’t done yet, we’ve barely started~”Dazai gripped Chuuya’s thighs and spread them as far as they would go, before settling herself on top of Chuuya, their slick wetness joining. In a swift movement, she ground her hips down onto the other, teasing Chuuya with the sensation of Dazai’s labia teasing her clit, and the warmth dripping into her hole. Dazai soon found a rhythm, fucking Chuuya mercilessly as she screamed and lifted her hips in desperate thrusts.“Ah~ Do you like that, Slug? Do you like being my good girl?”Dazai reached one of her hands down to squeeze Chuuya’s thighs and ass, likely leaving marks with how hard her grip was, while the other played with her tits. Chuuya’s face had tears of pleasure streaming down it, and her voice was growing hoarse with moans and shrill screams. Dazai quickened her pace, her legs beginning to burn from the overexertion.“AHH! OSAMU PLEASE, I’M YOUR GOOD GIRL~ AH, FUCK ME FOR AS LONG AS YOU WAN- OH GOD!!~”With that, Dazai felt herself on the edge of climax, and whispered into Chuuya’s ear:“Then cum for me, good girl…”Dazai shoved her face in between Chuuya’s breasts in order to muffle her sobs and moans as she came, while Chuuya threw her head back, arched her back off the bed, and screamed lewd obscenities as she squirted once more. Motivated by Chuuya’s obvious arousal and excitement, Dazai ground against her harder and faster, sucking tens of hickeys into her neck. Chuuya thrust her hips forwards, using her other hand to mash Dazai’s face further into her neck. Dazai massaged her ass harder, and their visions both went white. They lay on the sheets, which were soaked with both arousal and sweat, and caught their breath. Dazai clumsily stood and grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom, cleaning both herself and Chuuya.They rolled over, and slept in each other’s arms on top of the covers, due to the temperature. Later that night, Dazai woke up to the stunning sight of Chuuya’s goddess-like face, soft orange hair shimmering in the moonlight. Chuuya opened her heterochromatic eyes, and softly stared at Dazai, taking in her fluffy brown curls, and deep eyes. Dazai sat up, feeling oddly energized, before turning to Chuuya.“Chibbiko~ get up, we’re going at least three more rounds~”“EH!? I’ll pass out, you bandaged bitc-”“Then we’ll do them after you wake up~ Can you stand?”“...No, I don’t think so, Mackerel.”Dazai, with her incredible stamina, hoisted Chuuya over her shoulder once more, grabbing two more items from her bag before prancing into the kitchen. Chuuya’s kitchen had a large table in the center, with an expensive marble countertop and an amazingly sturdy sink & faucet. Dazai momentarily relinquished her hold over Chuuya, before bending her over the counter.“Fucking idiot, I can’t even stand! No way can I balance-”Click“...Did… DID YOU SERIOUSLY JUST DO THAT, MACKEREL!?”The cause of Chuuya’s exasperated screeching was a pair of shiny handcuffs securing her wrists to the faucet, keeping her bent over. Dazai reached for her ass once more, massaging it with greedy fingers. Chuuya squirmed and moaned, pressing her face into the counter and whining. The noise was cut off with a gasp as Dazai pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, moving close to her ear and whispering:“Such a slut for my lips, hmm~ If that’s what Chuuya wants… I guess it’s what Chuuya gets~”Dazai sucked a mark into Chuuya’s neck, and Chuuya only got wetter. Behind her, Dazai fastened a strap-on to her hips, before leaning over Chuuya’s naked, muscular body to murmur:
“Remember, say the word and I’ll stop at any time. Got it?”“Y-yes…”“Are you ready for this?”“I- AHH~”Dazai slowly wiggled her middle finger into Chuuya’s warm pussy, simultaneously teasing her clit with her thumb. Chuuya strained against the handcuffs, desperately trying to get more friction on her clit. Dazai inserted her pointer finger into the wetness, harshly rubbing figure-8’s on Chuuya’s sensitive clitoris. Chuuya arched her back and moaned, before pressing her flushed face into the cool counter to muffle the sounds of pleasure dripping from her lips like arousal from her center.“Oh my god~ Oh FUCK, OSAMU!”Dazai slowly inserted the third and final finger, thrusting relentlessly while she spread her fingers apart, stretching Chuuya in preparation for the strap-on. She increased the pressure on Chuuya’s clit, the thrusts becoming increasingly rapid as she urged Chuuya on to her release. Chuuya loudly screamed as she came for the fourth time that night, her pleasurable sounds devolving into unintelligible sobbing.“You alright, ma chéri?”“Y-yes… It’s so good Osamu, god I’ve never felt this good. I-I think I can take it now… fuck me hard, Darling~”Dazai chuckled, before removing her fingers from Chuuya’s heavily aroused vagina. Chuuya whined slightly at the loss, but was screaming Dazai’s name and shaking the handcuffs as soon as the strap-on was inserted. Dazai swiftly bottomed out the 6-inch toy, and waited for Chuuya’s reaction. Chuuya’s legs spasmed and her voice went hoarse as she let out a shrill screech, jerking her hips towards the counter. She went limp, moaning uncontrollably as the handcuffs dug into her wrists, her mind reeling at the length and girth of the strap-on.“W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?? FUCK ME, YOU BITCH- AH~”Dazai began harshly thrusting into Chuuya, the pressure of the strap-on against her clit overwhelming Dazai. Chuuya’s eyes rolled back as she came, and Dazai screamed her name as she reached her own release.With a click, Dazai released the handcuffs, allowing Chuuya to tumble into her open arms. She then undid the strap on, and tossed it into the sink to thoroughly wash later. With shaky legs, Dazai carried Chuuya’s fucked-out form into the bathroom, sitting her in the bathtub. Planting a kiss on her forehead, Dazai whispered:“I’ll be back real soon Hatrack, I’m gonna change the sheets and get us some pajamas~”With that, Dazai left for 10 minutes. When she returned with changes of clothes for them both, she found Chuuya on the brink of tumbling into slumber. Smirking, Dazai shook her awake, before turning on the showerhead and beginning to wash the majority of the sweat and release off of them both. Once she got most of it off, she turned off the showerhead and began filling the tub with hot water, making sure to keep drowsy Chuuya’s head above the surface. She reached for a basket beside the bathtub, and withdrew a cherry scented bath bomb. Plopping the fizzing sphere into the steaming water, Dazai pulled Chuuya close. As Dazai was halfway through conditioning and combing Chuuya’s hair, Chuuya spoke.“Holy shit, Mackerel… we really did that…”“Heh… Yeah, we did. Holy Shit, I fucked Chuuya Nakahara!?”“Mhmm~ And she liked it. She liked it a lot.”“Well, I sure do enjoy her face when she’s screaming my name~ My god, Chibbiko, you’re… really fucking pretty.”“I-I guess a bandaged bitch like you is… somewhat attractive as well”“Awwww~ A Slug is shyyyy~”“EH!? Shut up!”“... back to our usual banter, huh?.”“Well, yeah,”“Chibi… Is this-are we like a ‘thing’ now?”Chuuya’s head was spinning, were they a thing? To be fair, they’d been flirting since they were 15 years old, but a relationship is a big step, a big responsibility… And she’s ready to take that step, to bear that responsibility even if it breaks her back- if it means she can be with Dazai.“If you want to be~”“I think I do- ma chéri.”“Stop being so fucking cheesy, you idiot!”“Oh you know you love meeee~”“... Yeah, yeah I do, Mackerel.”After the two toweled off, changed, and limped to the bedroom; they collapsed onto the clean sheets and drifted off to sleep, each having taken the day off work.