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The headquarters of the Port Mafia were not what one would exactly call, shabby. Heck, that was one hell of an euphemism to use.
The place was an outright dump, as one would or could expect of the hide-out from a Mafia organization. Wherever he looked, there were ripped and stained curtains, very damaged walls and also, half broken lamps were hanging from the even more disastrous ceiling, making the building pitch dark and very ominous. Perfect for a Mafia organization such as theirs to reside in. It absolutely had no grace.
Chuuya knew this very well, thus he assumed that it could not hurt to disgrace this place even more.
Teeth gritted, a loud growl escaped his throat and the male could feel himself slowly losing his mind over experiencing intense pleasure. He was in absolutely bliss. His vision blurred white in ecstasy and he gasped hard when slender hands brushed his back, only for the feeling to be replaced by a burning sting in his skin. Ah, how he craved it.
He wanted you so bad.
The two of you were finally able to meet again after Chuuya had just returned from his job. What was it again he said? Something about suppressing squabbles in the West. You would like to think on that some more, but when the man above you roughly tugged your nipples under your shirt, it brought you right back to attention.
You moaned loudly and arched into him, inwardly screaming for him to make more contact with the heat of your body. Simply touching his skin underneath the palms of your hands was not good enough. You wanted him inside of you, right here, right now.
Nakahara Chuuya, had a lot of good perks and quirks to him, aside from his handsome face and his nice sense of style of course. He was a high ranked executive of the Port Mafia, top martial artist and above all, his rather crude and straight forward attitude were what made you worship him in every possible way.
You were a Port Mafia member yourself now and became one not too long ago. When you first met Chuuya, it just clicked between the two of you. You liked what he liked, he liked what you liked, and also, you both were confident, rather rash, but somehow always managed to stay classy. At least, that was what the both of you called it.
Not to mention you both liked a good drink as much as the next adult. And from one thing, came the next.
The first time Chuuya and you had sex, it was purely because of intoxication. One get-together, then there was the presence of alcohol, then before you knew it, you lied underneath him and got drilled by him into the most nearby counter. And since the both of you enjoyed the after effects even up until now, you had both decided to make your little quality time a customary. This way you could spend more time together, aside from the few missions where you had to partner up for within the Mafia.
Neither of you had an idea whether any kind of relationship within the mafia was accepted. Thus, to not take the risk of needing to find out, you just kept meeting in secret like this. Often with you screaming your lungs out and Chuuya doing you in many positions in the deepest chambers within the hide-out.
Thank god that this place was a complete maze.
“A bit dreamy today, aren’t you?” You heard Chuuya ‘s voice from above you as he shoved you into a nearby couch and slowly crawled over you. “Are you starting to fall in love with me?” His smirk was wide, his dark blue eyes glistened with a spark of mirth. You absolutely loved that look on his face, you had to admit that much. Now as long as he maintains it while fucking you, you would not complain.
With an eager gaze and half parted lips as you were breathing hard, still shivering a little after the redhead had been toying with your body. “What do you think?” You inquired, your stomach fluttering a little as you watched the male shoving up your skirt, his warm hand rubbing up your thigh in the process. “Do I look like a woman who is easy to charm, to you?”
“Well…I never said it was easy.” He lifted one of your legs over his shoulder, ripping your panty hose while he kissed the bare skin from there. “Hell, it could never be easy to be charmed by someone like me. You know, always wanting a piece of me and all…”
A scoff left your throat. “Don’t get too cocky, Nakahara.” You called him by his last name whenever he pissed you off, or at least, annoyed you a tad.
“Are you implying I’m lying?” He lowered himself, ripping your panty hose more along the way, marking his trail with butterfly kisses until he reached your panties. Then he even kissed your laced crotch, hot and steaming as it was down there. He smirked, watching you reacting to the heat of his lips. “Then why do you keep coming back to me?”
Crap. He was good. Not only in pleasing you, but he was a real clever little shit. Yet you really, really adored him for it.
The male grinned even more. “Eh, no comeback? How rare. I really got you this time, didn’t I?” He removed a glove off his hand and hooked a finger into your lacy black panties, pulling them to the side. Then, he saw your gaze meet his yet again. Obviously, you were bracing yourself for what was to come next. You were a wise woman to do so.
Firmly, Chuuya pressed his tongue upon your wet core, then slowly stroked his tongue upwards, making sure he rubbed every single spot of your nether regions. Your lower lips, your entrance, your clit, all of it. The redhead watched you squirm as he did so, and he really loved every second of that beautiful sight. “You know, it really is okay to scream.”
“Go to hell.” You bit at him, although Chuuya just responded by circling his finger around your pussy, before pushing it inside. God, that really did it. You were moaning once again, but louder, much to Chuuya ‘s satisfaction.
“Good girl.”
You hated that he was so smug all the time, but god, you loved how he took control over you. To be honest, sometimes you wanted to take over instead and make him get off his high horse once in a while, but on the other hand, you longed for his rough hands. You longed for his low voice, sexy sneer and everything else about him that drove you crazy.
And Chuuya knew.
Which is why he knew that he would always win. He would always have the upper hand, and hell, he wants it to stay that way.
Two fingers started to move their way inside of you, spreading apart and grazing every inch of your hot, contracting walls. They kept going on and on, pulled out, only to push back inside at a terribly slow pace.
“Oh, god! Chuuya, please, stop fucking toying with me.” You hissed in need.
“Nah uh. This is a sight which I would pay a life time salary for. Do you know…?” He grinned more and pulled out of your pussy again, making his wet fingers slowly glide between your lips, scooping up every bit of your love juices only to have the now smooth gesture work to his advantage.
There was nothing for you to grab a hold on to, so you just tried digging your nails within the couch. “W- What… Do I know what?” You spat, obviously very agitated that you were being teased like this so much. You knew that the more he made you want it, the better the climax would be. But at the same time, you had no such patience.
Chuuya huffed proudly, pulling away his sticky fingers from your womanhood only to start sucking on them, looking at you seductively as he did it. “You look best under my mercy. That is a fact. Now call me master.”
You gulped hard, because one, the way he looked at you while doing that was a very tempting thing to see. Two, you were starting to feel really eager and needy. However, you did not want to beg him for it, because you would not hear the end of it and he would always demand such humbleness from you for your coming fucking sessions. As much as you loved how he always had the upper hand, you also knew that since Chuuya took it further and further every time the two of you were together…
Hell, he might even make you get on your knees a next time, which you had mixed feelings about.
That is why you decided to show a bit more resistance, while recovering from his former assault. “Like hell I will. I think you are getting a bit too ahead of yourself right now.”
The redhead smirked. God, he was so full of himself.
“Try me.” He growled, then lowered your legs, pulling them around his waist. Then he started unbuckling his belt and did not bother to take off anything from his body. He just wanted to fuck you now. And he was going to make you beg for more.
You braced yourself once more when his lengthy member was out and it tapped upon your crotch teasingly. Then Chuuya moved his hips back and forth a little, watching how every inch vertically rode upon your heat.
It felt thick, hard and slick and it made you want to arch into him more because you were nearly losing your mind not being able to get your satisfaction. Hell, how did someone like Chuuya possess such a thing anyway? He was pretty short for a man, being around your height, which was a nice contrast to that thing within his pants and of course, to his toned body.
“So…” The male licked his lips as he watched you mewl and murmur due to his own ministrations. “Ready to call me master yet?” His husky voice sounded, his breathing changing and becoming ragged due to his excitement. To be honest, this was torture to himself as well, because he was seriously trying to keep himself from ploughing the damn out of you. His pulsing dick kept moving on you, and it made him really want to slip in so that he could nut. However, that would also mean that you would win, which he would never let happen.
Therefore, he tried to drag out his urge a little longer by pressing the slit of his head on top of your clitoris, firmly rubbing the nub while he eagerly awaited your responses.
“F…Fuck you.” And shit, he was indeed, nearly winning. Damn Chuuya. He was way too good in what he did.
“Correction.” The curve at his mouth was curling up way too much. He knew he had won already. Your shaky breaths and high pitched voice gave it away. Apparently, that last bit of stimulation did the trick. “I’m fucking you.” With that he lowered himself, hovering over you as he slid in, once again in a painfully slow manner. Heck, he might even be a bit masochistic, teasing himself like this, but as long as you had to struggle along, it was worth all of it.
A loud groan rumbled from the deepest of your raised chest, your eyes fully closed, your body trembling. Yes, this was it. Chuuya had indeed picked the exact right moment to answer to your needs. The way your now messy hair fell in tresses around your face , head and shoulders was truly beautiful. Your long eyelashes fluttering rapidly as you struggled to open your eyes.
Mm, he loved the sounds you were making.
“You like that?” An exasperated laugh sounded from the redhead as he slowly started to pump inside of you. “Actually, I am spoiling you right now…” He grabbed onto your hips steadily, so that he could fuck you in a consistent rhythm. “You didn’t even call me master yet.”
You were feeling way too good to complain. You always hated it to succumb to him, but at the same time, the amount of bliss you got from him made it all up. This sensation, this extreme whirlpool of desires storming through your body, these all were more than enough reason for you to throw your pride out of the window.
Hence why Chuuya knew he would win from the start.
“Shut up and just fuck me, master.” You moaned.
The grin on the redhead’s face was now near malicious. “Changed your mind?” Although, he obeyed since he got what he wanted, thus started to fuck you at a faster pace. He groaned because the more he pulled in and out, the more he could feel your walls wrapping around his length.
“Say it again.” He ordered.
Once again, you casted your pride away as you bit your finger and looked up at the man above you with pure lust in your eyes. This was just way too good. You did not even want to resist anymore. You just wanted release. “Fuck me master.”
“Louder.” His deep voice ordered. Chuuya also loved every bit of this moment, just as much as you were. He finally had you succumbing, and god, it felt good.
“Fuck me master!” Your hands moved below you, nails once again digging into the couch while your thighs tightly squeezed around the male.
He was not going to last.
The way you were looking at him right now, with pursed rosy lips and a drop dead gorgeous look on your cute little face, it was way too much. Your amazing and partially exposed body, that was just a plus.
He was so close. Just a little more and he would burst.
“Say my name. Say it.” He leaned in to bury his face in your neck, while his lower body was still pounding into you , vigorously, rough and steady, as if he were a machine.
“Please master. Master Chuuya. Please fuck me!”
And hell, that was it.
Upon hearing his name Chuuya just spilled inside you and loudly cried out as he rode out his orgasm, having his body be guided by the jarring spasms that coursed through his every limb. “Ghn…” he let out a choking sound after his body finally could relax and lose its tension after he came, although he still slowly thrusted in and out of you.
“Fuck, Chuuya…” Your body was still trembling after he slid out of you ,and your legs were feeling limp. Heck, you could not even breathe normally, as you were panting hard like you had ran a marathon just a moment ago. “Wow…” was all you could bring out because of that reason.
For the first time in his life, he heard your voice sounding so soft and weak. It made him feel damned proud that he was the reason behind of it.
He tapped your thigh proudly as he grinned. “I won again.”
Much to your dismay, things always went down like that. You and Chuuya met up, had sex, and he ended up dominating you completely. You secretly loved it, but you also did not want to admit it.
Also, this whole ordeal had another side to it.
You thought that that your current feelings towards the redhead were to become a little more now. Like they were becoming a little more deep than just your sexual attraction. Which, you thought, was probably the reason why you felt so submissive towards him.
You sighed as you were wandering down the maze like corridors within the Port Mafia’s headquarters. You were on your way to Chuuya, once again. However, this time, you were ordered to go look upon him as you heard that the Mafia had captured a certain person of ‘importance’. Chuuya was put in charge of interrogating the one held captive, so right now the redhead was probably down there, doing his job.
Considering that the Mafia’s higher ups decided to put Chuuya in charge of such a job, you just assumed that whoever was held captive must have been someone of equal strength, otherwise they could have just sent anyone else to watch over that person.
According to sources, the guy that was held captive was called Dazai Osamu, a member of the Armed Detective Agency, who apparently was a former executive of the Port Mafia.
You never met this Dazai person before, but Chuuya told you about him plenty times. If you had to believe the redhead ‘s stories, the former Mafia executive was a very obnoxious and one clown of a guy who had a thing for suicide.
Not that that told you a lot, but, if he was as annoying as Chuuya said he was, then you probably indeed should go and look up on them, just to make sure the redhead did not accidently kill the man, thus making himself qualified for execution by the higher ups.
After walking down a few stairs, you finally reached a pair of large metal doors, making the way to the room where the Mafia’s captives got tortured and eventually, sentenced to execution. You were standing right in front of that very door and somehow, it was making you a little nervous. You knew that as a Port Mafia member, you needed to be tough and need not to be afraid of anything.
Not that you were, though. You could not care less for killing, however, the thought of torturing someone somehow gave you shivers. Why not just finish it off and get it over and done with? Less blood on your hands, less of a hassle.
Okay, the way you and Chuuya tortured each other, was a different story though. That sort of thing was actually to be found pleasant. But when it came to someone begging for their lives because they were in tremendous pain…you just thought it was awfully pathetic and humiliating.
Thank god none of that was within the reach of your role there though.
Little did you know what was going to be asked of you next.
As you opened the doors, you braced for what you were about to see, however, you were truly surprised to only find two figures in the middle of the large room. Even more, the scene before you was even more surprising than anything else.
“…Huh?”
Chuuya was standing in an awkward pose, knees knocked together, pointing at the other figure within the room with an angry expression on his face. “Y-…You won’t have a second chance!”
The weird high pitch in his voice indicated an imitation of…a girl? Why?
You thought it was amusing however, because you never seen such a side of Chuuya before.
Then there was an awkward silence.
“You are supposed to laugh!” The redhead exclaimed angrily, yelling at the brown haired male across of the room.
Your eyes averted to whom Chuuya was yelling, and you were surprised.
Was that tall, goofily smiling brunette, Dazai? Dazai Osamu?
“Hm, your voice acting could use some work.” Apparently Dazai, said scoffed and let his head hang lazily as his arms moved a little within the shackles. You only then noticed that his arms were chained to a large pillar in the middle of the room. “However, your stance is absolutely terrific.”
“Someday, I will have you dead.” Chuuya lowly growled.
“Uhm…” You walked down the metal stairs until you caught up to the two men. “What is this?”
To this, both men looked up, one gaze being one of surprise, the other being of absolute horror.
“H-how long have you been standing there…?” The male’s dark blue eyes questioned you, obviously hoping that you would tell him what he wanted to hear.
Sadly, “Long enough…to see that you sound very cute when you ‘re flustered.” Chuuya had no such luck, his face immediately contorting unpleasantly at your words.
If this would change anything between you and him, he would murder the fuck out of Dazai. Even if it meant his own death. He would do it slowly and painfully, yes, because he knows how much the brunette hates pain.
“Forget what you saw! Erase it from your memory!”
The Dazai person grinned. “Aw, Chuuya. You don’t need to be embarrassed. It was a good masterpiece of acting. Besides,” The tall figure eyed you up and down. “You keep acting so cold towards me, but you actually answered my prayers. You brought a beautiful girl to die with me after all.”
The redhead growled and was about to retort, but you already stepped in.
“I have no intention of dying with someone who takes his own life. That is like the most lame and easy way out there is.”
This time it was Chuuya ‘s turn to laugh loudly, very content at Dazai ‘s defeated expression after you just dissed the thing that was most dear to him. Wow, not even Chuuya himself was able to achieve such a thing so easily. You were a natural.
“I see the Port Mafia hires the worst kind of people. Absolutely awful.” The brunette whined.
“Hah, she got you there.” And just like that, the redhead suddenly had an idea. What if he would leave you with Dazai for an hour or two? That bandage squandering idiot would surely give up on his smartass attitude. You would most likely drive him insane. Chuuya already knew that he himself could get to Dazai, but since you and Chuuya were somewhat alike, you being even more persistent when you felt like it, could surely have an effect to which the whole Port Mafia would have an advantage with.
Dazai ‘s submission.
You stared at the tall man a while longer, who had temporarily averted his gaze, until Chuuya nudged you to come over so that the two of you could talk a bit more secluded. Thus, while Dazai was still chained into place, you and Chuuya stood at a little distance.
“How about, you try and interrogate him?” Chuuya asked you straightforwardly.
“Eh, “ You were blinking a few times. Was he serious? “I don’t think I am cut out for a job like that.” Hell no. If Chuuya himself had no success with this guy. Why the hell would you?
“ ‘Course you are.” The redhead clicked the heel of his shoe hard on the concrete floor. “All you have to do is to drive him insane. Here.” He handed you a knife. This was the knife which he always used during combat.
“No. Hell no.” You cringed.
“Come on…I have faith in you. It has to be you. After all, there is no one else I trust as much as you , to do this.” Chuuya actually meant this too. Other than the two of you being very close, he knew that you were hard working and had a great sense of duty. Even if you complained now and then. He respected you for that, not to mention he had a lot more reasons to like you.
“Why do I have to?” You sighed and looked over your shoulder at Dazai, then back at Chuuya. “I am not that high ranked like you. Is someone more powerful, like Akutagawa, not more capable of a job like this?” Not only that though, you yourself were really not looking forward to having to mingle the brunette behind you in case he were not to spill any information.
Chuuya scoffed. “Akutagawa? He was in here earlier, but do you actually think that Dazai told him anything?”
“Well, I don’t know that.” And you really didn’t. After all you rolled not that long within these ranks yet.
“The answer is no. Power, means nothing with Dazai. I told you about his ability, right?” Dark blue eyes stared at you seriously.
You just decided to silently nod. You indeed remembered that the Dazai person ‘s ability was ‘No Longer Human’, a skill that nullified other abilities through simple touch.
“Exactly. Not to mention that he just keeps smiling, no matter how much you try and beat the living shit out of him.” Chuuya hissed bitterly in between his words. “Which is why you would be perfect for the job. Power means nothing. But if you can outsmart him, you win. It can be tricky. But if it is you…” Chuuya relaxed a little and reached out to flick your nose. “You can surely do it.”
Did Chuuya really just compliment you?
Of course you were used to him complimenting your looks, your body or either your other skills that were involved in you two sharing the bed, but to be honest the two of you did not often speak about work. Simply because rank wise, you were not on the same level. He was out on jobs more often than you, who handled more of the technological aspects within the Mafia, like hacking. Naturally, being a Port Mafia member, you were powerful enough to fend for yourself, as that was a requirement within this organization, but still.
Anyway, back on topic, this was the very first time that you and Chuuya were finally on the same level, which felt really satisfying. You hoped that this would not be the last time. Therefore, you felt that you had to do your best with this task entrusted to you. Maybe, if you did really well. You could get some advantages out of this, such as spending even more time with Chuuya in the future. Then needing to meet up secretively within the hide out would no longer be necessary, not if you would have more work together anyway.
“Fine.” You finally admitted, keeping aforementioned thoughts in the back of your head. “I ‘ll see what I can do. After all, you depend on me, right?”
The redhead grinned. “I do….More than you know.”
His last words made you stare up at him in surprise, to which he just huffed and gently smiled down upon you, a different look from his usual smug expressions.
“Well then, “ He then recovered himself and smirked over at Dazai. “She’ll take it over from here. Play nice.” With that, he turned around, sending his ex- companion a triumphant glance before walking up the stairs and walking out of the metal doors, closing them upon leaving.
Which left you alone with the infamous Suicidal Maniac.
So…What next?
You turned to face the tall figure in front of you and slowly walked up to him.
“No need to be so careful, little lady, I don’t bite. I might even forgive you for being so rude back there, if you let me go.” The brunette ‘s sing song voice sounded.
Was that man actually serious? You and Chuuya had an extreme serious conversation about him, not to mention that he is in an extreme tight situation now. He could be executed any time. Not by your hands maybe, but as long as he was stuck here, how could that man remain so…sickly optimistic?
This was probably the sort of attitude that Chuuya had complained about so much.
“You make yourself…a lot of illusions don’t you?” You then stood in front of the male, craning your head up as he was quite tall, to look him in the eye. That same man just smiled down at you.
Then he asked, “How so?”
“You show no worry. You would only be capable of doing that if you have the illusion that you can actually escape. There would be no need for distress after all, if there is no threat.” You replied.
With an amused chuckle, the brunette tilted his head to the side. “You’re a smart one aren’t you? You don’t overthink anything…you just observe. So that is what makes you different from Chuuya, after all.”
So if that were the case. Was the man planning something? You did not assume that he was just some overconfident dumbass. No. He was an ex- Port Mafia member after all. That would be out of the question.
It stayed silent within the large room, so the man called Dazai spoke once more.
“So…What is your name? You were not a member during the time I was an executive here.”
You could see the amusement in the man’s eyes. Which kind of ticked you off for some reason. After all, he had no reason to be smiling like some sort of idiot. Not in the position that he is in. So why?
“There is no need for you to know that.” It was a simple response, but you were content. “Besides, I am the one who should be asking you the questions here.”
Dazai just smirked. “Well, I am waiting.”
You decided to give him a piece of his own cake. “Well, hanging over there, I assume you have all time of the day, not?”
A laugh just escaped the man. “Very good. You know, I really like straight to the point people like you.” He admitted, either truthfully, or either trying to get to you by meaningless small talk.
“What is your game, Dazai?” You then asked, either to ignore his ‘compliment’ or either trying to speed up this interrogation. Probably a combination of both intentions though.
“Hm?”
You repeated yourself as his inquisitive gaze locked with your stern one, “What are you planning? Surely, an ex-Port Mafia member such as yourself, would have an actual plan, rather than aimlessly wandering within our headquarters.
The man chuckles.
“Am I wrong?” You then asked.
“I am going to tell you the same thing as I told Chuuya. I am merely awaiting my death here.”
You scoffed. “What an obvious lie. You are suicidal. There is no desire for you to die by our hands.”
This time, Dazai was actually surprised. He had expected you to throw a fit. Just like many of the Port Mafia members, who always got sick of his endless chattering. You, however. Stayed calm. Just replied in a relaxed manner to everything he had to say. It was impressive. Where did they find someone like you?
Seemingly, if he would continue on like he does now, he would probably still be here until the end of tomorrow. That would be way too long. What could he do to speed up the progress? What could he do to make someone like you lose their composure.
Guess he will just have to try a different approach.
A wide grin spread across Dazai ‘s lips. “Miss, if you want any information out of me…” His stare was obviously challenging you. “You ‘ll have to drag it out.”
Something about his confidence, told you that he was probably underestimating you now. But you could not completely blame him. After all, being an obviously new Port Mafia member, plus not to mention your small frame in comparison to his tall stature…it seemed to pose no challenge.
Which made this all the more interesting for you.
“Fine.” You finally came to a decision and gripped tightly on to the knife which Chuuya had given to you before he left. “Let’s play it your way, Dazai.” You moved closer to him, then hooked the blade into the belt residing within the band of his tan pants, cutting it loose, causing the trousers to drop to the man’s ankles.
You smirked when it got an unexpected result. The brunette’s eyes were wide, his pupils the size of peas.
“I don’t see what you—“
You interrupted him. Flipped the knife in your hand so that the dull end with the hold was poking on Dazai ‘s boxer clad crotch area, making the male in question obviously grow a little nervous. Not much, but he was clearly gulping a little, which he should.
It was perfect, because you knew that Chuuya mentioned that the brunette did not like pain at all. Of course he would laugh if you would just try and punch the shit out of him, but if you would actually make him bleed in such a place…that would probably be a whole different story. Even for him. Okay, now it was true that you were just bluffing, considering you really, did not like torture. But he could not know that you were bluffing. Right?
Probably.
“Little miss, let us please talk this over one more time…” The man awkwardly laughed, and then hissed a little bit because you were prodding his length through his boxer with that object.
Never could the tall man guess that he would be in such a sticky situation. He admitted, it was somewhat kinky. Although, did he even want to have such a thought considering the situation he was in?
He feared that the answer might be yes.
You smirked knowingly. Something about this was thrilling you. Perhaps, it was the feeling that you suddenly had. The feeling of being able to have power over someone. Something that made you feel like you finally had full control. After all, up until now, you have always had a superior above you, nor did you ever interrogate any captives before.
“Anytime, now. Dazai. “ You slipped the handle of the knife inside his boxers, rubbing it across his front. Maybe this was going a bit far, but to be honest you did not think that endless talking would work with this guy. Besides, if you took this far enough. He would eventually give in.
Would he not?
Said man let out a moan upon being toyed with, as much as the object touching him in that sort of manner being an unfamiliar way . He honestly had not expected this kind of treatment. Not at all. He was used to getting beaten, but something like this? It was another story. Then again, it was not like he got interrogated by a woman here before. However, he did doubt anyone else would do this kind of thing to him. “I think you are getting too close for comfort, miss…” And you were. He could feel how you made the handle of the knife stroke alongside his length, making the dangling organ raise slowly, hardening bit by bit.
“Hm? I thought someone like you would be used to anything by now.” You retorted, your finger hooking in the hem of his boxers, pulling at the waistband, threatening to pull down the last piece of garment covering his lower body.
Dazai gasped. “Well,” He wanted to smile, but when you rolled the boxers down his hips and grabbed a hold onto his now completely bare dick, it came out rather crooked. “Someone like me could be used to a lot of things, but I have never met a woman this straightforward.”
“You will tell me what I want to know.” You said in a low, warning voice. You pressed the cold metal of the knife onto his member, but made sure to not actually cut it by tapping it with the blunt end, causing Dazai to tense and hiss. After all, any sudden move, and he would have to kiss his dick goodbye.
The cold metal on his skin however, it was a bit unpleasant at first, but the odd sensation that ran through his length afterwards, kind of turned him on as well. This was a very dangerous situation, but that did not make him any less horny. He was being grabbed onto by a beautiful woman after all, even if she was from the Port Mafia. And possibly, a sadist, which he did not like per say, but it was something unusual and interesting.
“And if I don’t?” However, even if something was dangerous, Dazai was not one to back off. Ever.
“Try and take a guess.” You tapped the knife on his length once more. “Although, I have to ask you. Why the hell are you hard?” To you though, it was more of an attempt of threatening him than anything else. In the rush of the act, you did not really pay heed to what exactly you were doing. “Are you a masochist?”
Dazai seemed bothered by your question. “As if I could be. I hate pain.”
Right. So then…”You like danger. Is that it? You’re just a trouble seeker then.”
“Guilty. Although I would like to give it a different name.” The brunette groaned because you suddenly squeezed onto him with your bare hand, the other still holding the knife. “Damn…”
Speaking of guilty, you were starting to think you were really liking where this was going. The more because now, you were actually aware of what you were doing. Something about that tall man hovering over you, having to submit to you, it pleased you. “You are, what you are.”
A laugh escaped the male ‘s lips. “What about you, then?” He looked down at you while your small hand was starting to work its wonders on his member. Gently squeezing, occasionally tugging, making sure your slightly curled fingers slid around the shaft smoothly. All the way up to the tip, making sure the ends of your digits rubbed around the edges. “Is it okay for a Port Mafia executive to be doing this kind of thing to a captive? Is that no trouble seeking?”
You stood upon your toes to get closer to his eye level, only to jam the knife into the chains of the shackles around his wrists , making them snap out of the pillar. While doing so your body was pressing firmly upon the other’s while your grip around his length remained its strength. You looked up in his eyes.
Dazai had to admit, he was really captivated by your gaze at that very moment. Normally, he did not really care for what people thought of him, or how people looked at him, but something about the way your cold orbs pierced through him right now, gave him the chills. In a good way.
“My job was to interrogate you. I am doing just that, am I not?” You argued.
You knew full well that it did not exactly work this way. However, if the other executives can beat this man, then surely, you could do this. Only thing that was bothering you in the back of your mind was Chuuya. What would he say if he would catch you right now? Beating off the man which he hated so much? Then again, you actually liked Chuuya, most likely romantically. This Dazai whom you barely knew, held no romantic importance to you.
The brunette smirked at your earlier reply however. “You think that this will actually make me talk?”
Slowly, you got from your toes, flatly on your feet again, making sure that your chest was rubbing downwards onto Dazai ‘s, smiling in satisfaction when you felt the man throb into your hand in response. “Probably not. But it is my job to figure out what will.” With that, you pulled the male down and pushed him to the ground onto his back, with you straddling him. Each of your thighs were at his sides as you weighed down his upper body.
The brunette was a bit surprised, but he also had to smirk a little. “You do realize, that you have just released me , right? Even if my wrists are still chained together, I could escape if I wanted to.”
You realized this full well, thus you grabbed the remaining chains of his wrists, pinning them stuck on the concrete ground by jamming the knife between them. “Then what is stopping you right now?”
“I’d like to see how far you dare going with me.” A huge grin was on Dazai ‘s face, which made you gasp a little in disbelief. Was everything to this man just a test? A game, perhaps?
If that was the case, you did not intend to lose.
“You’re about to find out, Dazai Osamu.” You calmly said. You then reached behind you, grabbing his length once again, tugging it softly. This earned you another moan from the male, much to your content. His tall figure squirmed under your smaller one, his wrists chained above his head, his brown eyes gazing at you with a mixture of lust and possibly, a little joy. Was he really loving this?
You knew you were though, as much as you somewhere wished that you did not.
After deciding that he was hard enough, you decided to tease him a little differently. If he was challenging you, you might as well take it all out. So, you let go of his dick and moved your hips backwards, so that your ass was on his crotch. You raised your skirt over your hips in the progress, revealing your this time, lacy thongs which you were currently wearing. The interesting and daring design did earn you a comment from Dazai.
“I didn’t know the Port Mafia would have such a naughty one within their ranks. Something like that is quite exposing you, you know. I sure hope you don’t actually engage in combat in that sort of getup.”
“Thank you for your concern.” You simply replied. “Did someone once tell you that you talk way too much?”
The brunette smirked. “You talking about Chuuya?”
“I am talking about everyone.” Your hands moved to open the black vest he was wearing, then you unbuttoned his shirt underneath. Your lithe fingers then momentarily stopped to admire the bolo tie he was wearing. “Pretty old-fashioned, but somehow, it suits you.”
“Am I getting a compliment from miss?”
You immediately sighed, removing the tie completely, his bare chest finally exposed to your hands as you roamed hem all over him. Much to Dazai ‘s surprise, your touch was way gentle than he imagined you would be. “This is why people get pissed at you. You have to comment on everything. Just take what you get.”
The tall man smirked. “I am allowing you on top of me now, so I am.”
This however, got you gasping. The cunningness of this man was beyond you. The possible idea of him actually just ‘allowing’ you to do all these things to him, rather pissed you off.
So, as if letting your body to the rest of the speaking, you started to move your hips, your nails grazing his chest in the progress. He was probably just letting you play with him, thinking you would probably give up at some point. Well, he was wrong.
The male hissed, because your nails stung his skin and left scratches and crescent moon marks upon him. This made you smirk in triumph.
Meanwhile your lower body was rocking back and forth, your lacy crotch and your shapely butt, massaging his bare cock in the process. While you kept on doing this, you just kept your gaze fixed upon Dazai. Hoping that he would give you the ultimate response that you desired.
You wanted him to cry out. You wanted him to succumb to you. You wanted him to lose that arrogance and finally be able to recognize the situation that he was in. Surely, you were a very patient person, but even you decided that enough was enough.
“Are you feeling it? Mr. Dazai.” You grinned widely, mocking him by adding a title to his name. In a steady rhythm, your lower half was bouncing on top of him, making sure that whenever you twisted your lower body, your heat covered every inch of him.
In all honesty, you might had gotten a bit ahead of yourself, since you were finally getting pretty wet because of his hard member firmly rubbing upon you, but then again, you knew that would make it all the more difficult for him to keep his composure. It was already crumbling. You could tell by the look on his face. It was no longer smug.
That arrogance however, you noted that that was something that he and Chuuya had in common.
When you got no response from the male under you, you decided to take the teasing to the next level. One hand supported you unto his chest, your other hand moving back to grab his tip, guiding it against your pussy. Satisfying enough, it got you indeed the reaction out of Dazai which you desired.
He finally moaned again, his hips jerking upwards, making your body jar a little at such movement, but you did not falter.
“A- Are you really going through with this then?” The male asked, his breathing a little uneven.
“Would I lie to you?” You sincerely asked, although you might as well have been mocking him even more.
“Yes.” For the first, although short amount of time, Dazai was gazing up at you sternly. “I don’t see what would stop the Port Mafia from lying about anything.” He then let a crooked smirk paint his features.
“Well, I can reassure you.” You guided his length around your wet lower lips, pushing away past your thongs, making his head kiss your entrance in the process. “I always keep my promise.” Your tone was playful.
“You better not regret this decision then.” The brunette said in a low warning voice. To be violated by a Port Mafia member once again, it was really something. He had to admit, he did not expect you to actually take it as far as you did, but he decided that he would not complain. Nor could he, really. His secret desires were a real, burning mess.
“Believe me,” You pushed yourself down on him, his length slowly invading you inch by inch. “I never go back on my word.”
As soon as your wet heat completely enveloped him, the brunette arched and threw his head back.
Okay, he did not expect that feeling for some reason. It had been a while since he had been with a woman like this, so it was almost like he had forgotten the pure pleasure that another body’s heat could give. “Ahh…” Was all that he could bring up. Every muscle within him pulling tight.
It was a beautiful noise. His deep voice moaning in bliss. You had to give him that. It felt like a true sin in combination with the way his cock pulsed and throbbed inside of you.
Which it actually was, but that beside the point.
“So…” You decided to break the ice again. “Are you ready?”
With that, you started moving your hips, very slowly. You raised yourself, lowered yourself back onto him, repeating the ritual again and again, now and then a few soft gasps escaping your lips. Your hands were now resting upon the male’s chest, your eyes were closed, your pink rosy coloured lips slightly parted as you worked yourself on top of him.
Dazai had been observing you the whole time. You were, he had to admit, a truly stunning sight to behold. He could not possibly deny that.
What he especially liked about you was your hair. Falling in loose long tresses across your shoulders and sometimes, in front of your face. To which you reflexively brushed them back, running your fingers through your locks while you continued to ride him the way you did.
You also were licking your lips, but he really wondered if you did all of this on purpose, or if you were just losing yourself to pleasure.
Either way he liked it, because it really seemed that despite the reason that this was happening, you were truly showing all of your passion to him.
It was refreshing.
The male smiled inwardly , but then groaned when suddenly a pair of eyes stared right into his own chocolate pools. Your pair of eyes.
While you kept moving onto him slowly, you had lowered yourself enough so that your chest was pressing upon his own. It was then that he had noticed that you had unbuttoned your own shirt and lifted your bra off your breasts, leaving them bare. He shuddered at the sudden contact.
“I got you silent after all…” You softly said, causing the man to be even more amused with you.
“Well, this all is pretty breathtaking.” His strained voice finally sounded.
He did not expect it, but it earned him a very sweet smile of you, which he found a bit peculiar, but he was definitely content with the unexpected result. Dazai really loved women, especially if they could smile at him like that. More than the smile itself though, the eyes had to be perfect. Perfect, like yours were.
You however, you were having a field day right now. To be finally able to have the upper hand like this, it felt good. Really good. Physically, and mentally, you were enjoying this immensely. You liked to be dominated during sex, but to be able to lead like this…
Ragged breaths and heavy pants complemented each other as exasperated gasps and loud moans harmoniously conjoined within the large room. Sweat started beading upon your whole body and your exposed chest, making it glisten.
You were close, you could feel it. That sweet aching pain within your stomach was pulling tight within you, and it was not before long that it would spring loose and let you have your release.
Dazai noticed it too. Not only were you squeezing on to him in a near painful manner, but the earlier steady rhythm of your hips, was starting to collapse by rocky and untimely bucking. Your movements were growing near erratic, and that was when he decided to take advantage of the situation.
The brunette steadied his feet securely upon the ground. Since you were leaning onto him, he figure that you could maintain plenty balance, thus he started to thrust up into you. Quickly and roughly. The awkward yet inviting sound of skin smacking onto skin slowly becoming more evident the moment he does this.
He was glad, because you had a good reaction as well. Adjusting your own movement to match his own speed, the two of you moving rhythmically and paced, like clockwork.
Your sweet moans sounding in his ear were ultimate bliss as well. Surely, he would reach his own limit too within moments.
The way the two of you were connected, it was nearly romantic.
Nearly.
The moment he was about to burst within you, the large metal doors to the room opened again.
“So, did Dazai spill anything yet---“ Chuuya froze upon the sight that awaited him.
When he said spill, this was not what he was expecting.