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Saturdays felt no different than Fridays, Wednesdays, or even Mondays. Dazai would wake up to see Chuuya at the dining table with her laptop, phone, and work materials from the day before. Sometimes Dazai would awaken to the sound of Chuuya muttering on the phone about something being late or “not her problem.”
In all honesty, it was starting to feel isolating.
Chuuya had been getting busier and busier because no matter how much she denied it, Chuuya couldn’t say no when tasks were dished out to her. Chuuya never wanted to seem useless or lazy, that Dazai knew for certain.
So that morning, Dazai’s eyes fluttered open to a half empty bed. She was bundled tightly in the blankets, but it still felt a little cold. She missed waking up to Chuuya’s soft kisses and irritating need to be close. Sometimes there was the added bonus of Chuuya’s bare chest clinging close to Dazai's back.
Alas, Dazai was alone. And like all the days before, she heard the muffled voice of Chuuya on the phone in the dining room.
Dazai took the effort to make the bed to save from a dispute later. She plucked a hoodie off the floor and threw it over her tank top. The striped boxers were good enough as bottoms, and the fluffy socks that bunched at her ankles added to the coziness.
Upon opening the bedroom door, Dazai made headway for the kitchen. And as she scratched at her side under the hoodie, she was met with the back of her girlfriend as she leaned forward over the dining table.
Even fresh out of bed she was beautiful, but Daza knew she’d been up for some time. She knew Chuuya would’ve already brushed her teeth and hair, finished her skincare routine, and made a pot of coffee. Chuuya was always the better morning person.
“Morning, angel,” Dazai whispered as to not completely interrupt.
Chuuya looked over her shoulder, smiled, and let her eyes linger on her girlfriend for just a bit. But of course, duty called, and she showed her back again to return to her phone call.
“No no all I’m saying is that there should be a past report just like this one that we can pull from,” Chuuya demanded. Dazai watched her as she opened the fridge, pulling out the orange juice and nothing more.
Dazai unscrewed the cap and unabashedly drank from the carton since Chuuya wasn’t looking. She studied the way Chuuya held herself. Her matching silk pajama set, the way she let her hair hang loose down her back, and the hand she set on her hip.
Chuuya truly was a sight, no matter the hour, and Dazai could stare for as long as time would allow.
“Well I wouldn’t be saying any of this if I wasn’t certain it existed. I know because I filled it out myself, it’s just a standard travel form for- whatever I’ll find it.”
The call ended with a beep, and Chuuya finally turned around with a sigh.
“Hey, baby. Sorry I’m just dealing with this fucking-”
“No no, I understand. I absolutely can’t stand when coworkers don’t get the urgency of things.” Dazai tried to sneakily return the carton of orange juice.
“Yeah you would know all about that, wouldn’t you?” Chuuya chuckled as she adjusted her pajama shirt. Her fingers then flew to her hair to smooth it out. “Won’t take long, then maybe we can go out somewhere.”
Dazai nodded, knowing that the likelihood of that happening was unfortunately quite slim. Whatever new activities that were presently taking place in the mafia had her girlfriend totally trapped.
Or not, if Chuuya was able to shuck responsibilities as well as she was.
But Dazai could see it was getting to Chuuya’s head.
“Hmm, c’mere, come come,” Dazai hummed with a voice fresh from sleep. She extended an arm to Chuuya and gestured for her to come over.
Chuuya rolled her eyes some, her arms now folded across her chest, but she obliged. Chuuya tossed her hair over her shoulders as she made her way over. Dazai knew to be sensitive during times like these; the times when Chuuya willingly caved into that vulnerability without a fuss... even if it was fun to poke and pester.
But much to Dazai’s surprise, Chuuya waddled in for a hug without any complaints or harsh words. It made Dazai hug her just a little bit tighter.
“Aww what’s all this clingyness?” Dazai giggled as she pet Chuuya’s hair.
“Clingyness. You invited me over here, asshole,” Chuuya snapped, attempting to lean back to no doubt scowl at Dazai.
“Shhh. I think my Chuuya is taking on a little too much, hm?”
“I don’t have a choice. This is my job, okay? You know better than anyone how backed up things can get.” Chuuya wrapped her arms around Dazai’s waist, trying to get them to sway gently. And Dazai obeyed the offer by swinging them softly; one arm behind Chuuya’s head and the other around her lower back.
“Mmm not really, I went to great lengths to avoid that sort of stuff. Mori never had me filling out paperwork.”
“Right, of course not,” Chuuya sighed again.
There was a breath of silence for a bit, a small ounce of pity overtook Dazai, as well as a sense of responsibility. Chuuya clearly welcomed the embrace because she was looking for an excuse to step away, and Dazai decided to give her one.
“I think maybe they’ll survive without you for a few minutes.”
“Minutes? I already ate breakfast, don’t really have an excuse to step away.”
“Fine, a few hours then.”
“Hours?”
“Well I was thinking, maybe, we can try that whole ‘waking up together’ thing again. And maybe this time you’re conveniently naked. And maybe-”
“Fuck’s sake, ‘samu,” Chuuya scoffed and took a step back. “You serious? Baby I’m-”
“Ah ah ah, what’s that on your face?” Dazai smiled and cocked her head as if to inspect Chuuya’s face more closely. “Why I do believe there’s a hint of blush on your face, sweetheart.”
And if Chuuya wasn’t blushing before, she certainly was now. It started at her ears like always and spread down to her cheeks - even going so far as to take over her neck.
“Fuck you, I’m just hot,” Chuuya retorted, crossing her arms one again.
“So am I, angel, that’s why I made such a suggestion. I’m happy to continue with my vision if you’d like.”
Chuuya rolled her eyes and stepped back into Dazai’s space, she even unfolded her arms to reach up and comb fingers through Dazai’s short hair. Chuuya always commented on how the short, boyish style complimented her girlfriend so well.
“Alright, fine,” Chuuya smirked, “but it better be interesting.”
“Welllll,” Dazai sang as her arms wrapped tight around Chuuya’s waist. “How about my girl silences her devices, makes her way to the bedroom, and gets herself into any position she wants. I’ll stop by in a bit and we can have a proper morning. How’s that sound?”
Chuuya’s blush had grown exponentially with each syllable. She was always so obvious. And it made Dazai’s stomach twist and turn with adoration.
“Sounds not so bad.” Chuuya rose onto her tiptoes for a quick kiss. One hand cupped Dazai’s cheek, the other twirling the hair at the nape of her neck.
“Oh really? Not so bad, meaning Chuuya gives me the a-okay?”
Their bodies moved closer together, lips only centimeters apart, yet smiling wide. Chuuya pulled herself up again for another kiss, one Dazai graciously returned. She pulled Chuuya in closer, even testing the truth of Chuuya’s words by sliding her knee in between her girlfriend’s legs. And Chuuya responded as she always did when Dazai took the sweet initiative, with a soft hum.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Dazai whispered as she moved her lips to Chuuya’s jaw. One hand remained around Chuuya’s waist as the other climbed up to the center of her back. She traced her lips softly against the underside of her jaw and up to her ear, where she nuzzled it with her nose. “Let me take care of you, sweetheart, you deserve it.”
“Oh do I?” And Chuuya smirked in a way that meant she knew Dazai was right. It’s something Dazai found unbearably hot about her girlfriend; that smartass way Chuuya had of admitting Dazai’s cleverness.
“Go on, I’ll be there in a moment.”
They shared a final kiss before Chuuya backed up, staring her cobalt eyes into Dazai’s cognac. How Dazai gawked after Chuuya as she strutted off towards the bedroom should’ve been a crime. She swallowed it down for so many years that it now came out in bursts. Dazai was absolutely in love with this woman.
Dazai telling Chuuya to find a comfortable position was merely a cover for her true intentions. The reason Dazai would wait a few minutes before joining her was because she wanted to be all but rid of any distractions. Those of which being a possible phone call, a ding of an email, or any other disturbance.
The laptop screen showed a display of too many open tabs. A few new emails had come in since Chuuya stepped away, and there were two missed calls. Without a sound or a scowl, Dazai powered off both devices and shut the notebook full of Chuuya’s handwritten notes.
“It is a weekend, you know,” Dazai whispered to herself. Then her eyebrows raised at the sound of her beloved girlfriend calling her from the bedroom.
“Hey, bastard, you coming or what?”
“My Chuuya has no patience, does she?” Dazai spun on her heels and headed towards the bedroom. She tried her hardest not to smile at the success of her plan, but she couldn’t help it. There was too much humor in the mafia straggling and struggling without their executive.
The door was left slightly ajar, and the faint scent of Chuuya’s nice perfume hung lightly in the air. Chuuya’s excitement made Dazai’s heart skip a beat. Her little plan boosted Chuuya’s spirits, and that was good enough for her.
Dazai placed her hand flat on the door and poked her head in. And god, what a sight.
Chuuya had indeed assumed a position like Dazai suggested. She laid on her back, her arms raised beside her head on the bed. Dazai could even see tufts of her auburn underarm hair, and her nerves ignited. Dazai eyed all down Chuuya’s body and watched as she kept one leg outstretched and the other bent at the knee.
There was a bit of silence which caused Chuuya to nervously blush and avert her gaze.
“Well? Ain’t this what you asked for?” Chuuya asked, swaying her bent knee nervously.
“Oh please, Chuuya, can’t you be merciful and give me a moment to take you in? To fully absorb the breathtaking sight that is my girlfriend?”
Chuuya bit at her lip then, looking off to the side towards the curtained windows. Dazai knew Chuuya wasn’t always the biggest fan of her body. In fact, there were times when she loathed it. The way it folded here and jiggled there; Dazai never saw what Chuuya did. To Dazai, Chuuya staring at herself a little too long in the mirror felt like watching a goddess concern herself with the simplicities of mortals.
An utter waste of time. However, Dazai wasn’t in a position to argue. Sometimes, she hated her body too.
Dazai continued to stare as she entered the bedroom, closing the door behind her. She took slow but desperate steps to the foot of the bed. Chuuya followed her with her eyes, a small glare blooming within her.
“Is my Chuuya aware that she’s stunning?”
“Pfft,” Chuuya scoffed, beginning to sit up in the onset of embarrassment. So Dazai made quick work of stepping closer, knees hitting the bed before climbing atop it. She straddled Chuuya’s lap just as Chuuya propped herself up on her elbows. She looked up with narrowed eyes and a tilted head, clearly trying to decipher Dazai’s intentions.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. I just want to take care of you.”
Those sweet, nearly whispered words caused Chuuya to smirk; laying back down while maintaining that fierce eye contact of hers.
But Chuuya’s chest was now red, and it was clear she was starting to let that anxiety consume her. So Dazai sat up straight and slipped both hands under her hoodie, lifting it up and over her head. She tossed both the hoodie and tank top onto the floor, and Chuuya smiled.
Dazai, for the longest time, refused to let Chuuya see her bare skin without its bandages. But their relationship turned into something Dazai could commit to, could need. And thus, Chuuya was the first and only person to ever remove Dazai’s bandages for her. To kiss at what was hidden underneath, to caress with bare hands, and to still see her beauty.
Chuuya always handled Dazai as if she were porcelain, precious, valuable.
But that was only when neither of them were begging for something a little rougher.
Dazai smiled and hovered over Chuuya’s lips as she did in the kitchen. They both shared a giggle before connecting with a gentle kiss. Dazai felt around with closed eyes for Chuuya’s hands, and once they were found, she raised them both above Chuuya’s head. One of Dazai’s hands pinned Chuuya’s wrists, her other hand traversed down her arm and towards her chest.
“I think you just need a nice distraction, angel. To loosen up a bit,” Dazai hummed against Chuuya’s lips. Her hands cupping Chuuya’s breast and squeezing softly.
“Consider me distracted,” Chuuya spoke in that coy voice of hers; a tone she always put on when she wanted to make Dazai blush. And it always worked.
Dazai continued to squeeze and caress Chuuya’s breast before sliding her hand downwards to thumb at her nipple. Chuuya moaned softly into their kiss, wrists flexing in their tight hold.
They stayed like that for a bit, just kissing and diffusing any built up tension from the early morning. Their kisses grew deeper, more passionate, until Dazai craved even more.
Chuuya’s body responded as if it hadn’t been touched in quite some time. And regardless if Chuuya was putting on a little show or not, it caused something to click in Dazai’s brain. This, this is how her Chuuya should be treated. Not overwhelmed with work, not bothered by outside distractions, but here. She deserved to be right here, in Dazai’s arms, receiving as much pleasure as she could take.
Pleasure had been new to Dazai when she got together with Chuuya. There had been no such thing before her. All sex was the same; transactional, harmful, and even boring.
But with Chuuya? There became a desire for intimacy, vulnerability, and even love.
Dazai lifted her head away from Chuuya’s swollen lips. And after a small amount of panting, Dazai began to travel with her kisses. She released Chuuya’s wrists and slid her hands down to Chuuya’s waist, grabbing tightly at the plush skin. Her lips found the breast that hadn’t been getting the attention of her hand and licked at its nipple.
Chuuya graciously spread her legs so Dazai could lay between them. Another set of hushed moans escaped from her lips; hot breath blowing strands of Dazai’s hair.
The moans quickly became tiny yelps as Dazai nipped at the nipple in her mouth. She gave it an apologetic kiss before moving down to kiss Chuuya’s tummy. Dazai adjusted her position, sliding further down the bed to get closer and closer to the spot where her girlfriend desperately wanted her.
Her tongue lazily swung between Chuuya’s hips before resting her chin atop her abdomen. She flicked her eyes up to gaze through her lashes at Chuuya’s debauched face. Her chest was heaving just slightly, and her lips were still swollen, her nipples pink and erect.
Dazai smiled, letting her head tilt in an innocent sort of way.
“See, Chuuya? Isn't this so much better than work?” Dazai asked as an arm wrapped around Chuuya’s leg. She ran her fingers up and down her thigh, featherlight as she asked: “Does Chuuya wish for this every morning?”
“I think you want my ass fired,” Chuuya exhaled deeply.
“Fired? From that hellscape? Chuuya you wound me.” And fired from the mafia? The mafia doesn’t fire people, they kill them. But in that moment, Dazai was sure she could prevent that from happening, if it meant Chuuya could stay here forever and worry over nothing.
“Shut up,” Chuuya chuckled breathlessly, then she lowered her head to gaze down at Dazai. Her cheeks were flushed and it seemed she’d worked up a bit of a sweat.
“You want me silent? Well, I’ll just have to find a better use for my mouth now won’t I?” Even though it was no surprise that’s where things were headed.
“Yeah I think you better.”
Dazai felt Chuuya spread her legs farther apart, even scooting up some on the bed. Dazai took it as a sign to get going, and she went back to kissing between Chuuya's hips. She felt the subtle movement as Chuuya laid back down flat.
“Let’s see how wet my kisses made you, huh, sweetheart?” Because she can’t let but one morning pass without at least one jab.
Dazai kissed down, down, down. She kissed over the auburn hair Chuuya preferred to keep trimmed then placed a singular kiss to her clit. Chuuya gave the gentlest raise of her hips. Then Dazai took her second knuckle and slowly swiped it between Chuuya’s folds. She was certainly quite wet, but she wanted her a little wetter, because she could.
“Chuuya’s been wetter than this, I know she has. Did I not arouse her enough?” Dazai faked a pout even though Chuuya couldn’t see it. “Let’s see what we can do about that.” Her hands moved underneath Chuuya’s knees, keeping her legs spread, and her tongue got to work.
Her tongue lapped lazily at Chuuya’s clit, causing the other to produce a few closed-mouth moans. Then she gave two slow, long licks from Chuuya’s entrance back up to her clit. She then locked her lips and swirled her tongue around it, impatient. But Dazai always made sure to drag things out if she could help it, if she had the time.
She slowed her tongue down just enough for Chuuya’s noises to become more dramatic. Her hips bucked just a bit, and one of her hands gripped the duvet. So Dazai sped the swirling up some, and Chuuya relaxed a little.
“Chuuya’s desperate,” Dazai mumbled against her.
“Like hell I am. It’s supposed to be relaxing, isn’t it?” Chuuya snapped back with a sharp breath.
“Don’t be offended, you taste better this way.”
Dazai returned to Chuuya’s clit, this time sucking in between licks. She purposely kept her pattern inconsistent to keep Chuuya excited, to keep her guessing.
In the past when it got to situations like these, Dazai would ask Chuuya what she wanted. Sometimes she’d even threaten to stop unless she confessed. But she quickly learned that Chuuya derived much more pleasure from Dazai making the choices. She liked the small surprises; the knowledge that her girlfriend knew exactly what she wanted.
So Dazai made the decision to slip her tongue inside, all the while keeping Chuuya’s legs spread wide with her hands.
“Ahh,” Chuuya exhaled. Dazai glanced up over pale hips to see Chuuya’s grip tighten around the duvet, her back arched off the bed a bit.
Dazai hummed between Chuuya’s legs, adoring the way she shivered at the vibration. Then Dazai backed up some until she was near the edge of the bed. She slid one leg to the floor and then the other until she was kneeling at the foot of the bed, dragging Chuuya by her hips as she went.
Never once did Dazai allow her tongue to slip from her girlfriend. In fact, the dragging of Chuuya allowed her tongue to move even deeper. Chuuya’s noises grew exponentially in both frequency and volume. Her toes curled and her breath quickened, causing Dazai to tighten her grip on Chuuya’s legs.
“Fuck, baby, fuck,” Chuuya moaned. The words flooded Dazai’s ears and dripped down inside her until her boxers grew damp. “That’s it, god yes, just like that.”
Dazai couldn’t contain herself anymore, she needed to be all over Chuuya. Her hands moved from Chuuya’s legs and slid up over her stomach towards her chest. She grasped Chuuya’s breasts in her hands as she pushed her tongue deeper, deeper.
She’d squeeze tightly then release, tight then release, until Chuuya picked up her own rhythmic pattern of rocking and moaning. Dazai then swirled her tongue as she focused her attention again at Chuuya’s clit, lapping at it like she’d finally found water.
“Ah fuck, oh god baby I’m- fuck yes,” Chuuya huffed as a hand reached down to grip Dazai’s hair. It was pulled, held tightly in a sweaty palm.
Dazai could tell Chuuya was getting closer with each stroke of her tongue, but being close meant that she’d soon finish. That she’d soon recover and worm her way back over to that damned laptop and phone. Her attention would be stolen away, and that would not do.
Dazai’s nails dug into Chuuya’s chest causing the other to wince. Then she slowed her tongue, slowed it more, then pulled herself away from Chuuya; a string of saliva and arousal connecting them.
As expected, Chuuya threw a violent and harsh glance Dazai’s way. She was flushed in the face, strands of orange hair sticking to her forehead and shoulders.
“The hell are you doing?”
“Giving you a little break, sweetheart. You were getting pretty worked up there.”
Dazai smirked to herself as she rose to her feet, toeing off her socks as she stood. Her eyes never left Chuuya, they couldn’t. Chuuya was such a marvel.
Chuuya groaned as she laid her head back down on the pillows.
“A break, I don’t need a break.”
Dazai wiped her mouth as she moved to the dresser at the far end of the room. She heard Chuuya mutter a small “shit” under her breath, and upon glancing over her shoulder, she saw Chuuya’s hand between her legs checking to see how wet she was.
“You’re soaked,” Dazai hummed as she pulled open the top drawer. Inside was where Chuuya had all her underwear and bras as well as her personal bullet vibrator and lube. Dazai grabbed them both. “So much so I probably don’t even need this.”
Dazai raised the lube for Chuuya to see and was met with an eye roll. Though it was clear from Chuuya’s expression that she was relieved it wasn’t the end.
Without much lingering, Dazai kneeled atop the bed and Chuuya pulled herself back up towards the headboard.
“Is poor Chuuya disappointed because she wanted to get back to work so badly?” Dazai pretended to pout once more as she placed a hand on Chuuya’s lower stomach to keep her still. “Leave me all alone, bored, with no gorgeous woman to please?”
“I’m not gonna- ah-” Chuuya moaned, bending her knee once again. Dazai had gone to rubbing at her clit with her thumb. “I’m not gonna run back to my work, okay?”
“How can I be sure?” Dazai picked up her pace. “Maybe I should keep my angel here all morning until she’s begging me to let her finish. And maybe that way she won’t leave me.”
“I’m not- ugh fuck just fuck me, alright?”
“Fuck you? My, my, sweetheart, you’re more desperate than I thought.”
Dazai ceased the rubbing to reach for the lube she’d placed on the bed. She uncapped it and coated two fingers in the clear liquid, tilting her head down towards Chuuya.
“How do my fingers sound to you?”
“You gonna let me finish? Have that proper morning you were talking about?”
“It’s a yes or no question, Chuuya. Don’t overcomplicate this,” Dazai giggled to herself as she traced her finger between Chuuya’s folds. She watched as Chuuya’s eyes fluttered shut and her face relaxed; a sight that always made Dazai catch her breath.The way her mouth hung open, the way her lids just barely shut, it drove Dazai wild.
But she was finally ready to get back into it.
Dazai wasted no further time in inserting her finger between her girlfriend’s legs. It slipped in fairly easily thanks to the lube and how wet Chuuya was. Chuuya moaned in pleasure at the feeling of finally getting attention down there again. Her hands flew to her head to rest against the pillow, and her legs opened wider and wider.
“You gonna make me come, baby?” Chuuya said in that silky voice of hers. God she was mesmerizing.
“Oh absolutely, angel. If you behave.”
“Behave? Jesus, when have I ever misbehaved?” Chuuya smiled, showing her teeth and arching her back as her eyes shut tighter. But Dazai had that smile dropping with the curl of her finger, and Chuuya was back to moaning.
Dazai moved it deeper and deeper until she was stopped by her knuckle. She curled it delicately, watching as Chuuya bucked her hips in tandem with the pace.
“You tell me, gorgeous,” Dazai whispered as she slowly slid her finger in and out, in and out. “That feel good, sweetheart? I’m barely touching you.”
“Fuck you, it feels nice alright?”
Dazai grew impatient at the mere sight of her girlfriend soaking up all the provided pleasure. Countless times, Dazai would drag out Chuuya’s orgasms, and each time she was tempted to bite the bullet and rush it, all just to see Chuuya’s magnificent, ecstasy-filled expression.
“God fuck, baby, come on.”
Dazai watched as Chuuya gripped the sheets again and she combined her movements of curling and pistoning.
As Chuuya let herself sink into the pleasure once again, Dazai reached down to snatch the bullet vibe off the bed. She brought it to Chuuya’s clit, a touch as light as a breath, and clicked it on. The vibe rumbled to life and Chuuya instinctively tried to raise her hips to meet it.
“Ah ah ah, you have to earn it, gorgeous,” Dazai cooed.
“Jesus, just give it to me,” Chuuya groaned.
“Admit you’re desperate and maybe I’ll treat you with a little more.”
But Chuuya always, always refused to beg. She never begged, pleaded, or prayed for anything. So instead, Chuuya just groaned and threw her head back.
“Nothing? Not even a small whine?” Dazai lowered the vibe a bit more, giving Chuuya just the slightest bit of satisfaction.
“Come on, baby.” Chuuya raised her hips again, but this time, Dazai met them with the vibrator at full force. “Ah, ah yes, fuck yes just like that. Good girl,” Chuuya exhaled after drawing in a deep breath.
Then Dazai removed it again, far enough away that Chuuya wouldn’t be able to reach it. She peered down at her girlfriend who displayed a perfectly evil smirk as she writhed on the bed, mourning the loss of that sweet sensation.
It had taken Dazai by complete surprise, like she was being played. Good girl? Chuuya only ever said that when she was trying to take control, to act unbothered. So Dazai decided to be a little mean in return, to show Chuuya that her only part to play was to lie there and take it.
“Hm well, now Chuuya’s lost this,” Dazai sang as she clicked the viberator off and tossed it onto the bed. She then slowly pulled her finger out, wiping it on Chuuya’s thigh.
“Why’s that? You blushing, baby?”
Furiously so. Dazai was as red as she felt she could possibly be. Chuuya always knew how to play her, to get what she wanted from her. Something as simple as “good girl” was enough to turn Dazai into putty.
“On your stomach, sweetheart. Since you want to be all difficult,” Dazai stated, trying to keep her composure.
“Too embarrassed to look at me? Come on, baby, you were being such a good girl.”
Then Dazai moved from in between Chuuya’s legs and gripped her ankles. She dragged her further down the bed until they were almost face to face. But Dazai slid a hand to Chuuya’s waist and rolled her over onto her stomach with one swift motion. She smacked her ass quick and hard before leaning forward to grab a handful of Chuuya’s hair.
She wrapped the long orange strands around her hand and tugged it, pulling Chuuya’s head to the side, exposing her neck. Then Dazai bent down to get close to Chuuya’s ear and just breathe while she placed one leg between both of Chuuya’s.
“My poor sweetheart, you couldn’t just lie there and relax.”
“You mean lie there and take it? Doesn’t sound like me.” Chuuya leaned into Dazai’s grip, letting her head be turned. She glanced over her shoulder with a face that was both desperate and irritated. But that was always one of her little tricks to get her girlfriend to speed things up.
Dazai spanked her ass one more time, rubbing her hand over it softly before sliding it down over her cheek and back between her legs. Chuuya spread her legs some and Dazai let that same finger slide back in with ease.
She kissed the pale skin of Chuuya’s neck while the other moaned, raising her hips as she always so expertly did. Chuuya used her knees to raise her ass, pressing it against Dazai’s abdomen.
“I think we’re going to stay like this,” she whispered right in Chuuya’s ear. “Just like this until my Chuuya comes for me.” She slid her finger in and out, in and out, before adding a second finger.
Chuuya winced just a bit at the intrusion, but continued to moan and buck her hips all the while.
Dazai took advantage of Chuuya’s exposed neck by placing a small kiss to the crook of it before biting down into the skin. Chuuya flinched but Dazai’s grip in her hair remained firm.
“Good girl, just like this. You’re going to finish just like this.”
The moans and pants that dripped from Chuuya’s mouth spurred Dazai on and on. Her fingers pistoned in and out faster and faster; finding that special spot that made Chuuya naturally try to pull away.
“Fuck, ‘samu, fuck yes keep going.” But Chuuya’s words were labored, her breath was picking up.
Dazai sped up and slowed up, then sped up faster and faster until she began working up a bit of a sweat herself. Chuuya reached her arms out in front of her - one hand gripping the duvet and the other clutching the bottom of a pillow.
“Yes, yes fuck yes I’m almost- fuck yes baby-”
Then Dazai stopped.
Chuuya finally let out a whine, in fact she was almost angry enough to bite the pillowcase in her grip. Dazai merely smiled down at her, at the curve of her back. Dazai’s fingers went from between Chuuya’s legs to her waist, running them up and down slowly causing the other to shiver.
“I changed my mind.nI want more time with you,” Dazai whispered. “You still have a little more fight in you yet, sweetheart.”
“Jesus, ‘samu, not enough for you?”
Dazai hummed as she cupped Chuuya’s ass and squeezed.
“How about you sit your pretty self right over my mouth? Can you do that for me?” Dazai said in a hushed tone.
She couldn’t help but spank Chuuya’s ass again before she pulled her up by her hips. Dazai took an extra second to pause and watched Chuuya’s lithe body bend and stretch until she was seated up on her knees. There was a very obvious dripping down her legs which made Dazai mad and needy, craving to taste her once again.
As Dazai moved to the head of the bed, Chuuya placed her hand on Dazai’s chest, lowering her onto her back.
“You’re a real asshole,” Chuuya said with narrowed eyes and a satisfied face.
“I love you too, sweetheart.” Dazai smiled up at her girlfriend with a damning gaze. No force on earth could’ve pulled her away from this woman, not in that world or the next. So she made herself comfortable as Chuuya crawled on all fours up to Dazai’s chest and sat down.
Dazai nearly moaned at the feeling of Chuuya’s warm arousal on her skin. It made her boxers even wetter than they were before. She placed her hands on Chuuya’s ass then slid them down behind her thighs. Then she lifted her chin as a gesture for her girlfriend to get going.
The way Chuuya’s legs spread wide enough for her to sink onto Dazai’s face was enough to get her to leap into action. In no time, Dazai’s tongue was back where it belonged inside her girlfriend, and the dance started all over again.
This time, Chuuya wasn’t as gentle. She gripped and tugged at brown locks, rolling her hips to brush her clit against Dazai’s nose.
“You better get me off this time, got it?” Chuuya demanded, all breathless.
Dazai was too busy to respond. She lapped and licked and sucked until Chuuya reached forward to place a hand against the wall. She had angled herself just the way she wanted, and Chuuya was rocking herself faster.
Dazai gripped Chuuya’s thigh and ass tight enough that she hoped she’d leave bruises, she was certain she had on her neck. But the feeling of Chuuya dripping into her mouth was unmatched. She could live with her face between Chuuya’s thighs, letting them squeeze and tremble around her head. She would keep Chuuya with her legs spread for all of eternity if it meant Chuuya was happy and hers.
It didn’t take long before Chuuya was chanting her mantra of pleasure again.
“Oh fuck fuck, ‘samu, god yes, yes-” she breathed, nearly fucking her girlfriend’s face.
Dazai swirled her tongue and opened her mouth wide at the sound of Chuuya’s hypnotic voice. Chuuya’s legs quivered and her pussy throbbed. Her head hung so low her hair fell over her shoulders and nearly brushed Dazai’s forehead.
“Yes, baby yes, yes, god-”
And Chuuya let out the most lovely and alluring sound, the same she always made when she finished. A gasp, a near yell of pleasure, and the deep arch of her back made Dazai all but finish herself. Dazai kept her tongue deep and moving, but slowly, to help Chuuya enjoy the withdrawal of her high.
Dazai’s mouth filled with warm liquid that she let drip down her throat. It was somehow both salty and sweet, yet entirely divine. Dazai wondered if it was possible to take more of Chuuya in her mouth; she wanted to consume her entirely.
Then Chuuya’s body finally started to relax. The trembling began to cease and her noises faded. The rocking of Chuuya’s hips seemed to gradually slow as more sinful noises were pulled from her. Dazai loosened her grip on Chuuya, slowing down her mouth and slipping her tongue free.
As they both idled for a bit in their positions, Chuuya having slid down to Dazai’s chest once again, they laughed together as they caught their breath.
“You’re fucking amazing, baby,” Chuuya gasped as she cleared her throat. She had eventually moved to sit atop Dazai’s chest.
“Well-” Dazai started before she took a brief pause. Maybe this wasn’t the time for a clever quip, not with the only woman she’s ever loved sitting above her. “You’re worth it.”
“Oh am I? Making me work for it now?”
“I thought Chuuya liked it when I tossed her around.”
“You didn’t toss me around.”
“But I could.”
“Shut up.”
Chuuya rolled off Dazai’s chest with a sigh. She smoothed her bangs back with a hand, helping the sweat-soaked strands stay put. She lay beside Dazai, cozying up by her side. She ran her fingers up and down her girlfriend’s chest, being extra gentle as she crossed over her breasts and old scar that swiped from her shoulder to her side.
“So what’s the plan? You wanna start every morning like this or what?” Chuuya said with a tilt of her head.
“Oh please, Chuuya couldn’t handle that.” Dazai had her arm around Chuuya, caressing her arm and kissing her forehead.
“Fuck off, you couldn’t handle it.”
“Take turns then. Maybe tomorrow morning Chuuya can take care of me.”
“That’s how we’re doing it then?”
“You don’t like it?”
“No I fucking love it.”
Dazai dipped her head to nuzzle Chuuya’s nose before kissing it. Their chests had stopped heaving and the sweat was beginning to grow cold. So Dazai pulled Chuuya as close as she could, wrapping a hand around the leg her girlfriend threw across her lap.
“So, which would my angel rather have? A bath or a shower?”
“Whichever as long-”
“I’ll be with you, don’t worry.”
Chuuya’s cheeks grew a bit pinker and she pinched Dazai’s stomach, causing Dazai to whine.
“Bath then,” Chuuya said.
“Bath it is,” Dazai answered with a kiss; a kiss Chuuya eagerly returned. “And maybe we can leave your laptop to die on the dining table, hm?” Because Dazai didn’t want Chuuya out of her sight or her hands for the rest of the day. She’d leave more marks, more bruises for those other mafiosos to see, so they didn’t have to ask why Chuuya couldn’t be reached the day before. Because every ounce of her soul belonged to Chuuya.