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Chuuya was hot.
It wasn’t like Dazai didn’t know this, but it was one thing to have it as a quiet thought in the back of her head vs a roaring scream echoing through her brain.
When Dazai invited herself over to Chuuya’s house, and more importantly, her private pool, she was expecting to see the other in the same bland wetsuit she wore for surfing. What she didn’t expect was for Chuuya to be in a light blue bikini, chest just barely concealed by a thin strip of fabric. Her swim bottoms were the same—tiny and just barely covering the swell of her ass.
So yeah, it was one thing to know Chuuya was hot, it was another to know Chuuya was hot.
And god was she. Red hair parted innocuously over her shoulder, pink lips resting in a soft pout, and miles of soft, tan skin catching the sunlight.
“I should’ve guessed you were by the pool. Slugs need to stay hydrated after all,” Dazai said.
“I don’t remember inviting you over.” Chuuya flicked her sunglasses down, cerulean eyes boring into her.
“But Chuuuyaa, it’s so hot outside. Surely even you wouldn’t be so cruel as to leave me out to bake.”
“Are you even going swimming?”
Dazai looked down at her own swimsuit—really just an oversized t-shirt and a pair of shorts she stole from Chuuya—and crossed her arms.
“I’ll have you know the point of a swimsuit is maneuverability, not looks.”
Chuuya’s lips curved, “You think mine looks nice?”
“Well, it’s…” Dazai looked back down at Chuuya’s bikini, trying to think of anything other than her breasts practically popping out of it. It really looked like if she moved too quickly, or inhaled just a bit too hard, the fabric would tear, and Chuuya’s chest would—
“My eyes are up here, you know.”
Dazai felt her face turn red. Chuuya looked smug.
“What, no comeback?”
Dazai certainly had some come, even if it wasn’t what Chuuya meant.
“Your swimsuit is so ugly it distracted me.”
“Mhm. Just don’t be too loud.”
That was as good of an invitation as she was going to get. Dark sunglasses settled back into place, and Chuuya settled back into her chair.
Dazai shrugged and cannonballed into the pool.
“Dazai!”
“Yes?” Dazai grinned, wiping the water away from her eyes to see Chuuya glaring at her.
“Stop being such a little shit.”
Dazai stuck out her tongue. Chuuya huffed.
“Real mature.”
“You’re the one expecting not to get wet at a pool.”
“My pool!”
“You shouldn’t be so stingy, it’ll stunt your growth,” Dazai waved her hand dismissively. “Don’t tell me Chuuya is afraid of getting wet—”
A wave of water crashed over her, making her sputter. Chuuya popped up across from her, dripping from her plunge.
“Not so funny when it’s you, huh?” Chuuya laughed.
Dazai barely heard her, too busy trying not to obviously look downwards. From the corner of her eye, she could see that Chuuya’s tiny bikini had inched just that much further down her chest from the weight of the water.
Chuuya turned slightly, and Dazai zoned back in. Her hands went to the back of her neck, and she frowned.
“Shit. Dazai, make yourself useful and come here.”
Dazai swallowed roughly and approached cautiously. “What can I help you with, your majesty?”
Chuuya rolled her eyes, “There’s an issue with my swimsuit, can you tie it?”
Before Dazai could protest, Chuuya turned around and loosened the knot, her swimsuit falling forward.
Dazai gulped, now exposed with Chuuya’s bare back. Before, she could at least see the swimsuit, but now with the straps untied, it was so easy for Dazai’s brain to imagine she wasn’t wearing anything at all.
“Earth to Dazai, you still here?” Chuuya turned, blue eyes quizzical.
From the way she was turned, Dazai could see Chuuya’s hands cupped underneath her breasts to keep her top up. It allowed even more of her chest to be seen. Just a few millimeters more, and Chuuya would likely be completely exposed.
Dazai forced herself to meet Chuuya’s eyes, “Yep, still here.”
Appeased, Chuuya turned back around. “Hurry up, I don’t have all day.”
Dazai shakily inhaled, going to tie her bikini back up when she noticed something.
“Where are the straps?”
“Hm?”
“Your straps. The ones I’m supposed to tie?”
Chuuya’s voice sounded amused. “They’re on my front? Just reach around and grab them.”
“Why can’t you hold them up for me?”
“I’m kinda holding up something else.”
Right, her boobs. Her massive, glorious, probably really heavy boobs.
Dazai wondered how mad Chuuya would be if she had a nosebleed in her pool.
“O-okay,” Dazai said with more confidence than she felt.
She moved in close, her own meager chest almost brushing against Chuuya’s back as she reached around either side of her neck to feel for the straps. Instead of fabric, Dazai felt the swell of Chuuya’s chest. She immediately moved her hand away, embarrassed and incredibly aroused.
Chuuya’s voice was teasing, “You were close, but not quite. Go a little lower.”
Dazais mouth was dry. “I…”
“Do you need help?”
Soft fingers lightly touched hers, guiding her back to Chuuya’s skin. Together, the fingers traveled down Chuuya’s sternum, around the sides of her breasts, and rested just beneath them where the straps on the abandoned bikini now rested.
”There you go.”
Dazai thinks she stopped breathing. Chuuya turned her slightly to the side, eyes just a smidge too innocent.
“Aren’t you going to tie them?”
“Y-yeah,” Dazai croaked.
Another smile.
Dazai’s fingers were stiff as she robotically raised the straps and tied them in a messy bow at Chuuya’s nape.
She stepped back. “All done.”
Chuuya turned around with a grateful smile. Those same soft fingers caressed the bow, and the smile turned sharp.
“It’s too loose. You really can’t do anything right,” Chuuya shook her head. “I guess it can’t be helped.”
With deft fingers, Chuuya loosened the knot then reached behind her. Within seconds, her bikini was in her hands and she tossed it onto the deck. Dazai was dumbstruck, eyes looking anywhere but Chuuya’s exposed chest.
“I could’ve tried again,” Dazai said, voice wheezy.
“It’s okay, nothing I haven’t done before.”
“When did you do this?”
“Just some skinny dipping with friends in college.”
That made Dazai look over.
“Got you,” Chuuya laughed.
Her laugh was usually like music to Dazai’s ears, but this time she didn’t hear a single note.
If Dazai thought Chuuya’s boobs were distracting before, that was nothing compared to now. Chuuya’s chest bounced as she laughed, breasts jiggling, and nipples stiffened from the chilled water.
“Dazai.”
With a start, Dazai realized she had been staring for too long. Even with her lying as good as it was, it would be difficult to explain this one.
“Dazai.”
Dazai met her eyes, afraid of what she’d find. To her relief, Chuuya was staring at her warmly. More soft fingers tangled in hers, settling to hold hands.
“You can touch me,” Chuuya said.
Even with permission, Dazai was hesitant. She moved her hand fleetingly, so like before, Chuuya guided her hand. Once near, Chuuya halted, letting Dazai take the plunge if she wanted.
And how Dazai wanted.
She cupped Chuuya’s breast softly, squeezing it with care. Chuuya arched her chest into her touch, and that made Dazai move forward. She did the same with her other hand, and was pleased with the quiet moan that escaped Chuuya’s lips.
Dazai circled her thumb around Chuuya’s nipple, noticing how she threw her head back and moaned loudly. Guessing she had sensitive nipples, Dazai did it again with both hands. The effect was beautiful—Chuuya’s face flushing red, eyes glazing over.
In a daring move, Dazai leaned her head down and licked at her nipple, then latched her lips around it and sucked.
“Fuck, Dazai!”
Dazai furiously sucked at the nipple, fingers imitating her movement on the other breast. Chuuya was squirming now, chest going forward and body bucking up against nothing.
“O-Osamu!” a quiet plea.
Dazai pulled away from her chest and crashed her lips against her own. Chuuya kissed back eagerly, tongue swirling in her mouth like she wanted to map out every inch of her.
Dazai knelt a little and slid Chuuya on top of her leg. She immediately got the message and began rubbing her cunt against her thigh.
Chuuya moaned into her mouth, and Dazai smiled through it eagerly. Her fingers reached down to twist at her nipples again, and Chuuya tightened her thighs around her leg.
Hands found their way under Dazai’s shirt, not going any further than providing skin on skin contact as bruises were dug into her skin.
“For the love of god, if you don’t touch me—“
Chuuya’s hands cupped her chest, fingers squeezing while thumbs dragged across her nipples.
“Ch-Chuuya,” she moaned.
Chuuya kissed her eagerly, and when Dazai moaned too much to kiss back, Chuuya went down her jaw, sucking mark after mark into her skin.
Fingers thumbed at the edge of her shirt.
“Can I—“
“Yes! Yes, please,” Dazai nearly begged.
It was devastating to part for even a minute, but Chuuya’s fingertips mapping out her bare torso was enough to ease her grief.
Chuuya sucked at her nipples, stars appearing behind Dazai’s eyes. Dazai was too blissed out to care, and almost didn’t notice as fingers lovingly traced over her breasts, her stomach, her scars.
“Chuuya.” A breathy whine.
“I’m right here, baby.”
Dazai let out a moan at the pet name. Chuuya’s smile practically turned vicious.
“You like that?”
Without thinking, “I like being Chuuya’s.”
Chuuya stilled. Dazai felt cold, regret seeping in. Before she could say anything, Chuuya’s hands were underneath her thighs, hoisting her up. Dazai was suddenly pressed against the pool wall, the cold tiles making her shiver. In exchange, a hot mouth was pressed against hers, seeking to devour.
Between fervent kisses, Dazai could make out Chuuya’s words:
“Like being yours too.”
Dazai kissed back eagerly, legs wrapping around Chuuya’s waist. Her hands alternated between Chuuya’s chest and hair, not quite getting enough of her breathy moans when she tugged at something just right.
“D-Dazai—”
Dazai shook her head. “Don’t. Don’t call me—“
“Osamu?” Chuuya filled in perceptively. She licked at her neck. “So fucking pretty, Osamu.”
Dazai kissed her again, whimpering when she was rewarded with a light nip on her lower lip.
Chuuya’s lips traveled to Dazai’s collarbones, making a home with bruises. Her thumbs rubbed circles into her hips, warm even through the fabric of her suit.
“Can I take these off?”
“Please.”
Chuuya slid Dazai’s shorts down, awkwardly shimmying as she tried to remove them from her body without parting from Chuuya.
Once freed, Chuuya cupped Dazai’s cunt, making her moan as she finally had some friction. Chuuya moved her palm back and forth, providing a bit more stimulation. Finally, a finger cautiously circled her entrance. Chuuya looked to Dazai for consent who nodded.
“Please touch me,” Dazai nearly cried.
“Didn’t take you for a beggar,” Chuuya whispered into Dazai’s ear, sliding a finger in at the same time.
Dazai could feel herself clench down.
“Fuck, you are tight,” Chuuya hissed. “And this is just one.”
The finger circled Dazai’s cunt curiously before it slowly began to get pumped in and out. Dazai whined, burying her face against Chuuya’s neck.
“Chuuya.”
“I know, I know,” she muttered.
Chuuya added a second finger and Dazai keened, squirming in pleasure. She curled her fingers, stretching her inner walls. Dazai panted against Chuuya’s shoulder, nails digging into her back. Chuuya moaned, biting down on Dazai’s shoulder the same time that she slid in a third finger.
Dazai moaned, unused to the feeling. The most she had ever managed was two, feeling too tired and too tight to keep going. Now it was like Chuuya’s fingers were being sucked in. Dazai felt Chuuya add a fourth and moaned loudly, grinding down on the intrusion as best she could.
“Such a good girl for me.”
With the way her body was acting, Dazai wouldn’t be surprised if her body allowed Chuuya to put her whole fist inside her.
Dazai involuntarily clenched at the thought of her being wrist deep in her, uterus pulled so tight and so utterly full of Chuuya.
Dazai threw her head back, nails digging into Chuuya’s shoulders as she came almost violently.
Chuuya fucked her through the aftershocks, cunt clenching around her fingers in a way that must’ve been painful. Chuuya just kissed her hotly, eyes utterly entranced with lust.
Dazai struggled to catch her breath, Chuuya kissing her chest and leaving hickies on her breasts. Chuuya flicked her nipple with her tongue, catching her attention.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so hot. Can I eat you out?”
Dazai felt herself clench around Chuuya’s still-inserted fingers, and the other smiled gamely. Even so, she waited for Dazai to frantically nod her head.
The two got out of the pool and headed to the deck. Dazai stared, unabashed, at Chuuya’s ass, admiring her figure. She turned suddenly, making Dazai startle.
Chuuya kissed her again, tongue intertwining with her own as she held Dazai’s hips and squeezed softly. They parted, and Chuuya led her to the beach chair she was lying on earlier.
“Go ahead and lay down,” Chuuya said.
Dazai frowned, looking down at the ground Chuuya was starting to kneel on. She picked up a cushion from another chair and put it by her knees, encouraging her to use it.
Chuuya looked surprised, but then beamed prettily and kissed her gently.
“Thank you, baby.”
Dazai laid down, head feeling dizzy from the compliment but feeling grateful she could rest while her heart calmed down.
Chuuya took off her own bottoms and knelt on the cushion. She watched Dazai carefully as her hands slid up her legs, looking for any sign of hesitance.
“Chuuya, please—”
“Ah, ah. I want to make sure you’re okay, baby. Just relax.”
Dazai slumped into the cushion, watching Chuuya out of the corner of her eye. Her fingers ghosted over blemishes, traced over scars, and created constellations over freckles.
The action felt so reverent, so precious, that Dazai couldn’t help but wonder if she was the only one who had pined.
“Chuuya.” It came out breathier than she wanted it to.
Chuuya smiled at her, kissed her thigh, and finally, finally reached for her aching cunt.
Her fingers slipped right in like they were meant to be there, and Dazai moaned as Chuuya’s thumb rubbed her clit at the same time. She pulled her hand away, and raised Dazai’s leg over her shoulder.
Chuuya leaned her head down, and licked Dazai’s clit. Dazai’s hips jumped involuntarily, but Chuuya was quick to hold them down.
While fingers were nice, Chuuya’s tongue was so much better.
The tip of her tongue swirled around her clit, making Dazai moan. Then, Chuuya’s lips went around it and sucked .
Dazai screamed , back arching off the chair. Chuuya alternated between licking and sucking, Dazai writhing in pleasure. The tongue then went to her entrance, lapping at the precum carefully.
Dazai jumped as Chuuya pushed her legs apart and buried her tongue in her cunt in one move.
Dazai reached for Chuuya’s hair as she lapped at her walls, dragging her tongue all over her insides. Dazai spasmed again, accidentally pulling Chuuya’s hair, hard .
Chuuya moaned loudly, the feeling vibrating through Dazai’s cunt. She practically wailed as she began grinding her hips against Chuuya’s face, eager to chase the feeling. Chuuya seemed pleased with this, moaning again and again as Dazai pulled at her scalp.
Just when Dazai thought she couldn’t get any closer to her peak, Chuuya’s fingers replaced her tongue, frantically pumping as her mouth wrapped around her clit and sucked.
Dazai saw stars, legs trembling and thighs clamping down hard around Chuuya’s face. Chuuya, ever so dedicated, worked her through her orgasm until Dazai was whining from overstimulation.
Only then did her fingers slow, but still didn’t stop. Dazai moaned weakly, inadvertently clenching when she saw Chuuya was in the throes of chasing her own orgasm, fingers working herself while cerulean eyes were focused on Dazai’s dazed expression.
She cupped Chuuya’s breast, circling one of her nipples with a trembling thumb, eyes locked with hers.
She smiled weakly, “So pretty, Chibi.”
A rosy flush crept up Chuuya’s face, and she threw her head back as she came.
Dazai watched, enthralled, committing her expression and breathy moans to memory. When Chuuya’s fingers slowed to a stop, she grinned at Dazai, a challenge in her eyes.
Voice still breathy, she said, “I bet I can get one more from you.”