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“Keep it down,” Kunikida hissed, lips brushing against the warmth of the brunette’s jaw as she spoke, her hands wrapped firmly around Dazai’s bandaged wrists.
“Why should I?” The dark haired woman purred. “No one’s in the office but us, you know.” Her breath hitched as Kunikida nipped sharply the skin below her ear. She squirmed beneath her partner, unable to actually move with the way she was pinned to the desk. “Hurry up and do something,” she whined, throwing her head back dramatically.
“I am doing something,” Kunikida responded, taking advantage of her exposed neck, biting at the soft pale flesh, sucking dark red marks into the skin that usually hid beneath bandages. The wrappings usually around the woman’s neck were unraveling and gave Kunikida this access. “Unless you want me to stop, you’ll take what I give you.”
“No, nooo, don’t stop,” she pouted, bucking her hips up slightly, but to no avail. Kunikida pulled back so she could get a good look at her. Her face was flushed, dark and long waves framing her face and spreading across the desk; speaking of spreading, her thighs were wide open, flowy skirt stretching and riding up to her knees. Kunikida swallowed hard, then let go of Dazai’s wrists to undo her red necktie. She flipped the other detective onto her stomach, making quick work of tying the other’s hands behind her back.
“You remember the safeword?” Kunikida checked in, reaching up to tighten her hairband.
“Of course I do,” she huffed, making an effort to crane her neck and look over her shoulder but Kunikida tangled her hand in her dark hair, keeping in her place.
“Good,” Kunikida replied, grabbing Dazai’s thighs to pull them further apart, leaving the other to rely on the desk to keep her up. The blonde grabbed the brunette’s skirt, pulling it up and out of the way. She gasped slightly at the view. “You’re such a whore…” She grumbled, getting an eyeful of Dazai’s bare ass. “No underwear?”
“Do you like it?” She purred, wiggling her butt, trying to entice Kunikida. To the blonde’s chagrin, it worked.
She reached forward, grabbing the round flesh in both hands, squeezing experimentally. Then she wound back one arm, bringing her hand down hard and sharp on Dazai’s upper thigh, making the woman gasp. “You’re so slutty and desperate. Have you been walking around the office like this all day? Wet and waiting for me to fuck you? Did you leak onto your chair? When you were talking to clients, were you thinking about this?” She swatted again, this time on her ass.
Dazai whined into the desk. “Not telling.”
Another spank, this time on the other side. “Answer.” Three more in quick succession, scattered around the sensitive skin.
“What do you think?”
“I think,” Kunikida replied, watching a trickle of Dazai’s arousal roll down her inner thigh. “That you want me to ruin you over this desk.” She shivered deliciously beneath her. The blonde reached out, swiping the trail off with her fingers, keeping her touch light enough that Dazai whined in dissatisfaction. “Is that right?”
“Yes,” she whispered, breathy already. “I want that. Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Please ruin me over this desk…ma’am.”
“Good girl,” Kunikida praised, rubbing her sore thighs, squishing them firmly between her fingers, admiring the way flesh showed in the gaps. When Dazai had first entered the Agency she was all skin and bones. Kunikida took pride in having fattened her up. And if part of the aspiration to do so came from her getting off to the idea of thick thighs and a pudgy belly, well…That stayed between the two of them. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
“But I just…I just said it!” Dazai complained, sounding like she was already dropping into a state of submission, the way she was getting all dumb already. Kunikida had to be a bit nicer when she was like this. There was a thin line between the woman wanting to be shamed, and wanting to be praised, and Kunikida had to walk it carefully. Her rulebook was: When Dazai acts bratty, scold her like one – When Dazai acts nice praise her as she deserves. Sure, Dazai could be an irritating woman, but she was HER woman, and boy was she into her.
“Be specific, love,” Kunikida pressed, rubbing her thumb up and down on her skin soothingly. “What do you want?”
The bandaged woman blushed so red, Kunikida could see it on her shoulders. For someone usually so shameless, as soon as she was under Kunikida’s hold, she was like a nervous virgin again. “I want…Could you…eat me out?”
“Of course,” Kunikida crooned, dropping to her knees, keeping Dazai’s legs apart and taking hold of the woman’s hips, pulling her in, closer to her mouth. “I was feeling a bit hungry, anyway.” Her breath tickled the lips of Dazai’s cunt and the woman squirmed. Kunikida wasted no time, leaning in and pressing her lips firmly to the other’s pussy. Dazai squeaked, legs clamping down around Kunikida’s head as the blonde latched around her clit, sucking harshly. She released one hand from its hold on her woman’s hip and reached up, stroking puffy lips with two fingers before worming one inside, stroking at her inner walls as she lapped at her rose bud.
“Kunikida!” Dazai gasped as a second finger pushed inside, the two in there scissoring and stretching her opening. Kunikida switched roles, removing slicked fingers and pressing down meanly on her bean as he moved her mouth down, pushing into her hole with her tongue, making her poor little thing wail. She hummed soothingly, the vibrations only making Dazai tremble more. It didn’t take much longer before cum was squirting into the blonde’s mouth as Dazai orgasmed hard. She continued licking past the point of pleasure until Dazai was crying, lapping globs of slick off of her cunt and thighs.
Dazai huffed, choking down tears as Kunikida stood up, eyeing Dazai’s sweaty face and shaky legs. “Good job,” she praised her, reaching down and stroking her oversensitive pussy as if patting her head. A sob slipped through the brunette’s lips and Kunikida pulled away, licking her hand clean, enjoying the taste. She wasn’t done yet, and didn’t intend on giving Dazai a break. She reached out, scooping up the limp form on the desk and moving her to the floor. As the brunette caught her breath a moment, Kunikida undid her own pants, sliding her trousers and panties off and tossing them aside. “Look at me, Osamu, we’re not done, understand?”
She nodded wordlessly, hazy eyes, pupils blown out from pleasure, locking onto Kunikida’s face as the blonde got down onto the ground as well, spreading Dazai’s legs and positioning her so that their cunts were pressing against each other. The blonde moaned at the friction; she sometimes got so wrapped up with Dazai’s pleasure that she didn’t notice her own arousal until being pleasured.
“Just lay back and take it for me, alright, love?” Kunikida murmured, shifting to a gentler tone. “If you can’t talk, you know your safe signal, right?”
At the shaky nod she received, Kunikida got back into it, grinding forward into Dazai, clits rubbing harshly against each other. Dazai whimpered and Kunikida grunted. She wasted no time, angling them both perfectly so that they were rolling against each other in such a way that pleasure came at every motion, heat shooting through their groins, slick sounds and heavy breathing filling the space. Dazai’s back arched off the ground, eyes refilling with tears as she orgasmed a second time, but received no mercy from overstimulation as Kunikida only increased her efforts in scissoring her partner into the ground.
“Ah- Ah- Ah- Ku- Kuni…” Dazai whined. Tears and sweat mixed on the brunette’s face. “I can’t…”
“Yes, you can. You can take it. You’re being so good for me,” Kunikida grunted out, keeping their lower lips slotted together, cunts sloppily sliding against each other.
“Doppo,” Dazai whimpered.
Hearing her given name from the brunette’s mouth sent Kunikida hurtling over the edge, the heat in her gut exploding in a rush of slick that coated Dazai’s quivering pussy. Kunikida collapsed forward, hips still twitching against the other, Dazai continuing to cry softly at the painful, wonderful, sparks the movement shot through her.
“So good,” Kunikida breathed, kissing Dazai passionately. “So good,” she murmured against her lips. “You did so good.” Her hips stuttered to a stop as her orgasm fizzled out. “I love you, Osamu.”
Dazai kissed her back, lips salty from cum and tears. “I love you too, Doppo.”