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"I hate you," an angry hiss sounded, followed by an additional bang of the head on the wooden table.
Dazai chuckled softly, her eyes starting to double from the blow. Chuuya's black-gloved hands were clutching her thin throat wrapped in bandages. She made feeble attempts to remove someone else's hands, but this action only made her bodyguard tighten his grip. Wheezing, she lifted her head a little higher and looked at Chuuya.
The man's face was contorted with pure rage, and in the dark lighting of her Boss's office, it began to seem to her that instead of the usual soft blue eyes, scarlet ones were looking at her.
Maybe she could have died that way? But not today. She still has a lot of things to do before she leaves this world.
And first of all, it would be worthwhile to moderate the ardor of your dog.
"...I know," Dazai muttered chokingly, "Has the dog learned to disobey? Can I remind you who's... in charge here, and Chuuya?"
The girl's voice remained steady and fearless, despite the hoarseness and stuttering.
"Remind you? Just like that," Nakahara exclaimed, laughing on the verge of despair and madness, pressing the girl into the table.
The girl's black eyes were slightly moistened, and her long and slightly curly hair was spread out randomly on the table. The black coat and red scarf were spread out loosely, slightly too big for a girl.
Dazai opened her mouth for a moment in a futile attempt to inhale air with her burning lungs, but then her light body was picked up and carried in another direction. Involuntarily, she coughed after a lack of air. However, Chuuya did not pay any attention to the exhausted state of the girl.
A hidden door in Dazai's office leads to the boss's bedroom, where there is a shower and a bed. Looking closely, Dazai herself could see a layer of dust on the white bedspread. Honestly, she didn't know how she had entered this room lately. Chuuya unceremoniously threw her into bed without further ado, and Dazai involuntarily swallowed. It doesn't take a lot of brains to figure out what Chuuya intends to do.
It must have been Dazai's long period of abstinence and disgusting behavior.
" Time goes by, but the feeling doesn't change. Still the same impatient and rude dog biting the owner's hand,"
Dazai muttered casually, looking around the room, as if she had long forgotten what her bedroom looked like.
"At least I'm doing everything you deserve," Chuuya said in response.
She was beginning to understand the reason for her absence from the bedroom. Such a dark, damp and lifeless room, to belong to the owner. Dazai felt a phantom discomfort, the walls pressed down, there was not enough air.
She gasped when a hand grabbed her pants. Chuuya managed to take off his jacket and hat, he rolled up his shirt sleeves slightly and undid the first two buttons. His fiery red hair shone brightly in the dark and suffocating surroundings, beckoning to touch. But Dazai didn't want to direct even more anger at herself, so she suppressed the urge to reach for someone else's head.
"I know about the slugs' speed, of course, but you'd better hurry anyway, Chuuya. Until I changed my mind,"
With every minute they were here, Dazai felt as if the temperature in the room was decreasing. She felt a flock of goosebumps running down her bare legs, which were blown by the cold air in the room. Following Chewie's example, she reluctantly took off her black coat and scarf, remaining in just a shirt, bandages, and underwear.
Chuuya raised an eyebrow, his face saying nothing but "Do you still think you're in control of the situation?"
Dazai knew that wasn't the case, but she stubbornly refused to admit it. Recognition literally means losing, and none of them wanted to lose. However, the environment and Chuuya's subsequent actions made it clear that the girl was defeated.
Dazai shrank slightly, lying on the bed. A square of condom appeared on Chewie's hand, apparently he took it out of his pocket, and after that the bed bent under the weight of the man. Dazai barely suppressed the urge to grimace when Chuuya pulled her by the hips and turned her onto her stomach. In general, Dazai was quite neutral about carnal pleasures, and had no interest in sexual intercourse, much less attraction.
But right now, the feeling of disgust at what was happening was the most intense.
Chuuya also didn't seem particularly enthusiastic about the idea of messing around with his boss. It must be purely out of a desire to blow off steam.
She involuntarily leaned forward, feeling Nakahara's cold and slimy hand below. Dust rose into the air, causing Dazai to sneeze awkwardly. Oh God, she hated it. The dead silence, so characteristic of them lately, was unbearable.
A bottle of lube landed next to her head, and Dazai sighed depressingly.
"If you don't like it that way, we can do without any preparation at all"
A suggestion was made from behind, to which Dazai abruptly took the cream and thereby cut off further discussion. Nakahara let out a mocking laugh, for which a bony foot landed on his shoulder. Dazai turned onto her back, trying not to pay attention to the awkward atmosphere, Nakahara's inquisitive gaze, and the anxiety devouring inside.
She could stop it all, even though Chuuya was trying to show that everything was in his control, they both knew that wasn't the case. With a snap of his fingers, Nakahara would have gotten behind her and stopped running. But she let it get this far, because deep inside, something whispered: she really deserves this.
After a couple of minutes, she hastily stretched out, Nakahara did not stay idle, and after the girl's angry comment to stop staring at her, he took off his shirt and choker. Dazai couldn't help but look at the decent torso, strong shoulders, and many scars. However, Chuuya's raised eyebrow caught her on it, and she hurried to look away.
Now, lying on her stomach again, she was thrilled to hear the bottle being opened again, and after a few moments Chuuya put one hand next to her head. Dazai tried not to pay attention to what was happening, realizing that counting the squares on the pillowcase of the pillow she was holding was much more exciting.
Then Nakahara himself leaned closer to her, gathered the girl's curly hair in the other direction and kissed the exposed area of her bare shoulders. Dazai instantly felt a herd of goosebumps and a knot twisting in her stomach.
She turned her head to the man and faced him in a hot kiss, so desperate and greedy. Every time Nakahara kissed her, a thrill spread through her entire body. To the extent that Dazai resisted the urge to chastise a subordinate for removing bandages in some places without permission.
Okay. This time you can.
Suddenly, Dazai gasped as Chuuya moved slightly and stealthily entered her. The girl's uncharacteristic reaction threw both of them into confusion. The red-haired man looked up at the girl, but she abruptly turned away, feeling ashamed. The redness of the incoming blush spread over her face and she leaned back as if nothing had happened.
Damn, what's the size of this little guy's dick?
Chuuya hissed from behind, feeling the pressure:
"Relax, where are you going?" the man muttered unhappily.
"Hurry up, I don't have all day for this," Dazai barked back, trying to release the tension as much as possible.
She was sure Chuuya hadn't even fully entered, but his cock was already standing across her throat, making it sound terribly hoarse.
A little more, and you won't be able to tell the difference from Hirotsu-san's smoky voice, a slightly hysterical thought flashed through the girl.
She tried to cough, feeling her throat go dry, but the attempt was unsuccessful. But Chuuya apparently realized (Dazai was shocked that he could do this), and he grabbed the girl by the waist. Pulling her closer to him, he sighed contentedly while Dazai grabbed the sheet and stifled a groan.
How so...A hell of a lot.
"Fast enough? Are you happy now?"
Chuuya leans towards her, and his voice sounds just as breathless as his agonizing pulling and slowly pushing back in. Enraged by the realization, Dazai leans back against the wall instead of responding, increasing the speed of his thrusts. The cold had long since been forgotten, and now she could only feel herself sweating from the heat. Nakahara's hips slapped the curve of Dazai's ass with a juicy sound that continuously floated in the air.
"I'm. But don't tell me you're tired already?"
Dazai said softly, but there was still a challenge in her voice.
Chuuya could only grin and mutter softly in response,
"Huh, you're going to regret this."
"Mm, Chuuya!"
Dazai exclaimed, gasping for breath as Chuuya lets out a sudden, sharp growl. Like a dog. And she pushes hard, knocking all the air out of the girl's lungs, "Don't stop," she squeezes out.
"Whatever you say, Boss," Chuuya replied complacently, his nails digging into Deku's waist, and the fire starts from there.
The fact that she, the boss of a powerful organization, was sprawled on the bed, fucked by her bodyguard, added fuel to the fire of the situation. She moans like one of the most enviable whores of the Port.
God, what had she come to?
Vulgar sounds could be heard in Dazai's room: the sweaty slap of thighs and uneven, ragged breathing.
Dazai herself felt the growing humidity and burning sensation in her lower body. Chuuya turned her head towards him, continuing to continuously fuck her and kiss the girl's swollen lips. And she, in turn, took advantage of the proximity and bit into someone else's fiery red hair, pulling out of the man's mouth a barely audible hiss from pulling the hair.
There was a flash of additional pain as Chuuya slapped Dazai's ass with one hand. The girl screamed, feeling her delicate skin burn red.
Chuuya's hand is heavy.
After a hard fuck, he hit again, on the other side, a wave of fierce heat attacked Dazai. She barely unhooked her hand from the pillow and frantically reached down to her clitoris, feeling the coming orgasm.
"What a slut you are inside, Dazai. It's never enough for you, is it?" Chuuya laughed and whispered in the girl's ear.
Dazai let out a long moan, unable to contain the sounds escaping from his lungs with each thrust. Chuuya adjusts his angle higher, rising slightly to his knees. And then he stabbed sharply inside, hitting a special point inside Dazai. She was shaking feverishly from the sheer force of her orgasm. Even fleetingly made her see flashes of stars inside her eyes when she came.
Despite Dazai's inability to think clearly and obvious exhaustion after such a rough sex, Chuuya continued to fuck her. Relentlessly, panting with each intermittent thrust, ignoring Dazai's outright screams.
"Stop it, please stop it. Damn it," The girl mumbled chokingly, as if out of her mind, but to no avail. She was lying flat, her eyes tightly closed and clutching onto the pillow like a lifeline.
Chuuya fucked the girl relentlessly, quickly, pursuing the desire only to reach the climax. Soon, he gasped triumphantly, cumming deep inside the girl. Dazai twisted from the surging sensations, arching her back and fell face down with a scream. Chuuya followed her, and they both sprawled boneless on the bed.
Vaguely, on the verge of sleep and wakefulness, Dazai notices Chuuya slipping out of him. There was a rustle and the dumping of something in the trash, probably a condom.
And she passed out. Too tired and broken to get back on her feet. If only Chewie wasn't in her room by the time she woke up.
***
Does luck always accompany Dazai? Pf, she had never heard worse nonsense than that.
When she opened her eyes (the bandage on her eye had already slipped off, to her great regret), she was greeted by a pair of blue eyes.
"Good morning, sleeping beauty"
Chuuya was holding a cigarette in his hands, and there were already two finished ones in the ashtray. He chuckled, seeing how Dazai looked at it contemptuously and pressed her hand to her face, trying not to inhale that disgusting smoke and smell, "What about your important business? Is everything already screwed up?"
"Nothing screwed up. I'll get up in five minutes," Dazai muttered, closing her eyes again.
Her body was shooting pain from the slightest movement, and she had suspicions that it wasn't just from sex. Her head was spinning from the migraine that was pounding on her head. And damn, if she were asked to describe her condition in a few words, it would be: like a vegetable, dehydrated and greasy, not just from the outside. It was as if she had spent the whole day in the gloomy dungeons of the Mafia, and not in her bed.
Dazai wrinkled her nose at the foul smell, always hating the smell of cigarettes.
"It's already seven o'clock at night. It's been two hours since the meeting ended," Chuuya replied hoarsely.
Dazai mumbled, but it didn't take a minute for the meaning to sink in, as she abruptly jumped out of bed and looked at Nakahara in shock.
"What?" She exclaimed, and immediately hurriedly bent her torso from dizziness. Any more and she'll be sick. How could she have slept for so long, Dazai thought in confusion, wondering at herself. It's untypical for her,
"Why didn't you wake me up, asshole?"
"I actually tried," Chuuya replied defensively, "But don't get mad. I held the meeting in your place.
The girl raised her brown eyes, covered with a cloudy haze, at him and sighed with relief. Chuuya saw Dazai's body literally release tension and she awkwardly lay back down, obviously a little uncomfortable.
"Don't expect me to thank you. It's your responsibility. Now get out of the room, I'm sick of your mere presence."
"Of course, when did the great Dazai thank someone? It's better to dump your business on someone else, because you never bother to do anything," Nakahara threw over his shoulder, looking at the girl.
He picked up his jacket, put out his finished cigarette on an ashtray, and walked towards the door. It's not like he's inherently worried about a girl. Maybe earlier, under different circumstances, but when Dazai's clothes began to be decorated with a red scarf, insurmountable walls were erected between them.
The door finally slammed shut, signaling Chuuya's departure, and Dazai sank lower. The cold returned with renewed force, cracking her fragile bones. It became damp and lifeless, and in this room, where Dazai had locked herself in forever, a sob was heard. It was also unusual for her, but now she didn't stop.
She hates too.