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Chuuya opened her eyes to the annoying sound of the alarm clock beeping. She smacked the button to stop it; however, it did nothing to stop an even more irritating noise - a cheerful voice calling out to her from the living room.
“Rise and shine, motherfucker!”
Chuuya groaned. Mackerel just barged in one day with a suitcase and a duffel bag, loudly announcing that she would be temporarily staying with Chuuya due to some water pressure issues in her Agency dorm. Half-heartedly, Chuuya agreed to let her stay as a temporary measure. However, she certainly did not expect Dazai to stay this long - it had been two weeks already, and she didn’t seem to have been planning to move out anytime soon, even going as far as bringing her half-dead houseplant to Chuuya’s flat and placing it on the coffee table, ruining Chuuya’s otherwise perfectly curated decor with a tacky plastic pot.
It was kind of annoying.
It was kind of annoying, but on the other hand, it wasn’t. At the very least, Dazai staying with Chuuya meant she was forced to take some basic care of herself, such as eating at least twice a day and showering regularly. At the very least, Chuuya could always keep an eye on her unstable ex-partner.
Chuuya yawned and walked past Dazai sprawled sideways on the armchair, her lanky legs dangling from the armrest. She could never sit properly. “You’re up early,” Chuuya grumbled, but she knew her pretty well - chances are, she stayed up all night.
“The book was so fascinating, I totally forgot about sleep,” Dazai chirped, dog-earing the page she was on and closing the book, putting her hands behind the back of her head. Chuuya looked at the cover - of course, it was that godforsaken suicide guide. She gave Dazai a pointed look and made a mental note to burn the book down when Dazai wasn’t around. She sighed and went to the shower.
When Chuuya came out of the shower, wrapped in a bathrobe, scrunching her hair with a towel, Dazai had already moved to the barstool at the kitchen counter, absentmindedly swinging her legs and sipping coffee. Of course, as the horrible guest she was, she had only made a cup for herself. Chuuya clicked her tongue and went to make herself a cup, taking time to grind coffee beans in the manual grinder and having her first cigarette of the day on the balcony, waiting for her coffee to brew in her favourite geyser coffee maker. She took the last drag and crushed the cigarette butt using her Ability. For the Tainted Sorrow sure came in handy even in trivial daily situations.
Her day was starting well. Even Dazai humming a song and slurping loudly on her coffee didn’t annoy her that much - on the contrary, her presence gave Chuuya somewhat of a comforting, familiar feeling. She poured coffee into a mug and placed it on the coffee table, sitting on the couch and getting her makeup kit out. Putting on make-up, slowly and thoroughly, painting her face with pretty colours and accentuating her most flattering features while drinking a cup of good coffee always helped her start the day on a positive note.
Dazai put her coffee cup in the sink - of course, she would leave washing up to Chuuya - and cocked her head. “I can do your make-up,” she said, “like I used to, years ago. Remember?”
Chuuya remembered.
Chuuya remembered that Dazai was nowhere near good when it came to make-up. Whenever she applied mascara, she always poked Chuuya in the eye with the brush. She couldn’t draw winged eyeliner to save her life. She did a sloppy job blending eyeshadow. She applied blush like a circus clown would. No wonder Dazai didn’t use makeup herself.
Chuuya remembered.
Chuuya remembered cursing and grabbing Dazai’s wrist after getting poked in the eye for the umpteenth time. She remembered freezing at the sensation of warm skin under her fingers. She remembered Dazai staring into her eyes, neither moving nor breathing, opening her palm and dropping the mascara tube on the floor. She remembered giving in to the magnetic pull of Dazai’s coffee-coloured iris and leaning in, meeting her lips halfway.
Chuuya was snapped back to reality by Dazai’s hand on her shoulder, shaking her gently with mischief in her eyes.
“Yeah,” Chuuya said. “Sure.” She cleared her throat. “Go ahead.” She watched Dazai drag a chair from the dinner table and place it in front of the couch. Is her skin as warm as six years ago? Will her gaze be as hypnotic as back then, or perhaps even stronger, now that both of her mocha-coloured eyes are visible? Are her lips as soft as they used to be? Chuuya’s breath caught in her throat. She mentally scolded herself for getting carried away. At this rate, she wouldn’t even need to apply blush.
“Chuuya doesn’t even need make-up to be beautiful,” Dazai murmured, glancing at her from under her fluttering eyelashes, taking brushes and palettes out of the bag and neatly arranging them on the table, “she is already stunning.” Chuuya raised her eyebrow.
“Well, I like makeup, shitty mackerel,” she said, frantically thinking, is she making a move on me, or am I overthinking it? She coughed again. “So you better do a good job.”
Dazai chuckled. She was opening and closing eyeshadow palettes, studying eyeshadow pans and holding the boxes next to Chuuya’s face, thinking out loud which colours would look best on her. Chuuya patiently waited on the couch, hands folded on her lap, fiddling with the hem of her bathrobe, just a few inches away from Dazai. She could swear she could feel heat radiating from her. Dazai was obviously stalling. Stalling, as if there was something else she wanted. Chuuya’s heart raced - she sure didn’t want to shatter their temporary truce by assuming something ridiculous out of nowhere.
Dazai closed the last palette and turned to Chuuya. “You know," she said, leaning toward her and brushing her fingers against Chuuya’s bare knee, a feather-light touch making her shudder. “I’m shit at makeup.”
“I know,” Chuuya blurted out, her throat suddenly dry as she cupped Dazai’s cheek. It was so soft now, without the ever-present patch covering most of it. Ok, Chuuya thought, as Dazai straddled her lap, gently pushing the bathrobe off her shoulder and dragging her fingers across her collarbone, she is definitely making a move on me.
Dazai’s lips felt softer than she remembered, as Chuuya found out when she leaned in, tentative butterfly kisses getting more and more heated the longer their mouths moved against each other. She moaned into Dazai’s mouth when she dragged her fingers down and brushed them against Chuuya’s nipple, which instantly hardened from the sensation. Slowly, she slid her hand under Dazai’s t-shirt, gently stroking her waist, reaching down, sliding under the waistband of her underwear and squeezing her buttcheek softly.
Dazai pulled away and slipped the bathrobe off Chuuya’s other shoulder.
“You’re gorgeous, Chuuya,” she breathed out and leaned down. Chuuya gasped at the sensation of Dazai’s tongue circling her nipple, squeezing it with her lips and moving on to another.
“Dazai,” Chuuya whispered. As always, Dazai understood her without any further words, raising her arms and letting Chuuya take her t-shirt off. She immediately returned the favour by gently caressing Dazai’s nipples with her tongue, as Dazai squirmed in her lap, dropping her head back and gasping audibly. Excruciatingly slow, Chuuya was drawing circles around her nipples, biting gently and blowing on them, watching them harden under the cold air. It was a view worth a billion yen, and she was going to take her sweet time taking it in.
Dazai busied herself undoing the knot on Chuuya’s bathrobe, pushing her onto her back when she was done.
“It’s unfair, mackerel,” Chuuya said, lying bare on the couch, bathrobe open and revealing her body, as Dazai loomed over her, unable to stop staring at the beautiful sight in front of her. “Get out of your clothes.”
Dazai lifted her head and blinked, trying to come to her senses. “Ah,” she managed to blurt out. “Yeah.” It wasn’t easy to render Dazai speechless. Chuuya had to admit, she felt quite proud that she managed to do it by doing nothing but lying underneath her. Dazai’s sweatpants flew to the floor, as did her underwear.
Chuuya was a blank canvas, and Dazai was painting her with her tongue, leaving red marks where her lips lingered, perfecting the masterpiece that was her body. She was mapping her skin with tender kisses and soft bites, indulging in every moan Chuuya let out, in every shift of her body, in the way Chuuya’s hands gently stroked Dazai’s hair as she made her way lower, kissing each rib, worshipping her soft belly, kissing the birthmark on her hip.
Chuuya’s whole body jolted, and she arched her back, gasping at the sensation when Dazai held her folds open with her fingers, agonisingly slowly dragging her tongue on Chuuya’s clit, circling her tongue around it and sucking on it. Chuuya’s trembling hand squeezed Dazai’s hair, and she raised her head, looking at Chuuya with eyes full of lust, licking her juices off her lips. Chuuya’s breath caught. Dazai was all flushed, messy hair sticking out in every direction, but she had never seen Dazai this beautiful.
“You taste so good,” Dazai murmured, placing a gentle kiss on her thigh, “you have no idea.” She moved up to Chuuya’s face and gave her a slow kiss. “Can you taste?” she whispered to her, unable to stop staring into Chuuya’s mesmerising cerulean eyes, slowly dragging her fingers down along Chuuya’s body and pushing two fingers inside her, welcoming slick heat squeezing around her fingers, as Chuuya closed her eyes and moaned.
“No,” Dazai said, withdrawing her fingers. “I want to see you. Open your eyes, love.”
Chuuya obeyed, blue eyes meeting brown, never looking away as Dazai pushed her fingers in again, curling and scissoring them, exploring Chuuya’s depths, enjoying the way her body twitched at every movement. Chuuya was jolting and letting out quiet gasps whenever Dazai’s fingers slid out and rubbed her clit softly, just to be pushed in again, the relentless rhythm driving Chuuya crazy. Chuuya wrapped her hands around Dazai’s neck and held her close, kissing her neck. Not being able to look into Chuuya’s eyes as she caressed her was frustrating, but now that every breath and moan coming out of Chuuya’s mouth went straight into her ear, she didn’t really mind. She pushed in a third finger and flexed them inside Chuuya, making her let out the most delicious moans. Dazai was a composer, and Chuuya was a symphony, heavenly sounds she made sounding like the most perfect chords. She slid her fingers out, fingertips wrinkly from the moisture, and slowly dragged them up, agonisingly slowly massaging Chuuya’s clit, smiling at the way Chuuya’s body jolted at feather-like touches to the sensitive bump. It was the most mesmerising sight, and Dazai squeezed her hips, impatient for her own release. She was sure there was a small wet puddle on the couch underneath her now. Chuuya would probably throw a fit when she sees it. Oh, well. It will all be worth it.
“Dazai,” Chuuya whispered, looking at her with hazy eyes. She stopped moving her fingers and brought them up to Chuuya’s mouth. “Just look how wet you are,” she murmured, pushing her slick fingers into Chuuya’s mouth. She closed her eyes and sucked on Dazai’s fingers, tasting her own juices. “Do you think you’re gonna come?”
“You better make me come, shitty Daz- ah!” She arched her back when Dazai’s fingers brushed against Chuuya’s clit again, barely touching her sensitive, swollen nub, Chuuya reacting to it like a jolt of electricity went through her entire body.
“I will, Chuuya,” she murmured into her ear. “I will.” She dipped her fingers inside her to coat them with a thick layer of Chuuya’s arousal to get better friction on her swollen clit, fingers worshipping it with relentless strokes. Chuuya was so close - Dazai could easily tell by the way her chest heaved. By the way Chuuya’s face and chest turned red. By the way her breathing got more and more ragged with each move of Dazai’s fingers. By the way she threw her head back and parted her lips.
Chuuya was just so, so gorgeous.
Dazai leaned down and pressed her lips against Chuuya’s, drinking her moans as they got louder and louder, tongue fighting tongue, occasionally biting her lip and immediately caressing it with her tongue. She felt Chuuya’s whole body tense as her moans got more and more high-pitched and desperate. Dazai leaned down to Chuuya’s ear. “Come for me, love,” she whispered, biting her earlobe softly, never stopping rubbing the sensitive bud. Chuuya let out a loud cry and arched her whole body, legs trembling and arms wrapped around Dazai’s neck as she rode her orgasm. Dazai pushed her fingers inside Chuuya and moved them in rhythm with Chuuya’s spasms, feeling her walls contracting as she kept trembling underneath her. She pulled her fingers out, leaving a trail of Chuuya’s slick juices between Dazai’s fingertips and Chuuya’s entrance. She brought her fingers to her mouth, enjoying Chuuya’s taste on her tongue. She squeezed her hips again. She needed her release, too. Desperately. She reached down with another hand and dragged her fingers across her leaking folds, closing her eyes and gasping at the sensation.
“No,” Chuuya blurted out and grabbed Dazai’s hand playing with her pussy. “Sit on my face,” she said, still barely able to speak after her orgasm.
Panting, Dazai positioned herself over Chuuya’s face, steadying herself on her hands just above Chuuya’s head. Slowly, she sank onto Chuuya’s mouth, trembling at the sensation of her tongue pressing flat onto her clit and moving slowly. The lewd noises Chuuya’s lips were making at the contact with Dazai’s leaking pussy as she fervidly worked her tongue, coiled in the pit of her stomach. These sounds were divine, the next movement of the symphony of Chuuya. Dazai looked down. Chuuya’s eyes were closed as she was eagerly eating her out, both hands gripping her thighs, nails dipping into the soft skin. Chuuya had always done everything with great passion. This was no exception. Dazai threw her head back as Chuuya’s tongue hungrily slid inside her, thrusting and moving around Dazai’s entrance, fucking her in swift and calculated motions, the moans Dazai could feel in Chuuya’s throat fuelling her desire. Chuuya opened her eyes and looked up at Dazai. She could feel her smiling underneath her. Never breaking eye contact, Chuuya moved her tongue to Dazai’s clit and closed her mouth around it, sucking on it and gently flicking it with her tongue. Dazai squeezed her thighs, arms shaking from the strain, feeling her orgasm building up at a rapid pace. At this moment, everything that existed for her was the sensation of Chuuya’s lips on her pussy, giving her what she craved so desperately. With another flick of Chuuya’s tongue, Dazai came with a cry, trying hard not to crush Chuuya’s skull between her trembling thighs, floating on the waves of her orgasm, her whole body twitching every time Chuuya tenderly dragged her tongue over Dazai’s still sensitive clit.
They were lying down side by side, Dazai leaning on her elbow and admiring the masterpiece that was Chuuya. “I’m gonna be late for work now,” Chuuya mumbled, Dazai’s juices glistening deliciously around her mouth, “and I have no time for make-up either,” she added, absentmindedly twirling a lock of Dazai’s long hair on her finger.
Dazai just smirked.
In any case, she thought, looking at Chuuya’s relaxed face and lingering on slightly parted lips puffy from kissing, afterglow looks way better on her than any makeup.