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"What the hell are you doing here brat?" The redhead questioned, as his hand grabbed the pale skinny one of that bandaged bastard's protege.
"Uhm…" The kid searched for a response, as his panicked eyes darted between the known drug lord of Yokohama and the mafioso, making Chuuya sigh and pull his skinny ass in his lap, the low rise micro skirt lifting up completely as the boy fell right on him, legs spread enough to give the perv a full view of the boy's junk in those thongs that left little to imagination.
"This is my bitch, get lost." Nakahara growled, downing his wine for strength to deal with this bullshit ass situation.
"I saw him first." The man challenged, as he grabbed his gun, causing Chuuya to roll his eyes and grab the fucker by his cheap tie.
" Get, " He began, before yanking the man closer.
" Lost. " With that, he pushed the cunt back and made him stumble.
He didn't quite like starting a fight in public spaces but watching the terrified little shit in his lap getting molested was not on his list of things he wanted to see today.
"Why you damned…" The bastard began, before one of his henchmen came behind him and looked straight up horrified of Nakahara, as he realized just who they were dealing with.
"I, boss, that's the Black Force executive." The man mumbled in panic, making his boss realize the situation he put himself in and quickly step back.
"Oh…I didn't realize the little slut had a pimp already, my apologies." The perverted fuck quickly apologised, as he raised his hands before straightening his suit and leaving him alone with the brat who was still clinging onto him and shaking.
"The fuck are you doing here, kid?" He couldn't help but ask, as he stared at the skimpy outfit that the kid was wearing. A black piece of fabric that could barely be called a skirt went around his hips, a lilac thong under it and a black crop top that left nothing to imagination as it clung to the boy's body as tightly as a shirt possibly can, paired with the most sluttish stripper heels he's ever seen. All in all, one would assume that the kid was a prostitute, especially due to him being at a known underground strip club.
"Dazai-san," At the mere mention of the fucker he felt his mood sour. Of course that motherfucker sent this poor bastard here.
"He sent me here to catch the man who murder Akiyo-san." The kid mumbled under his breath, as he tried to gather his composure.
"That stripper that was killed a few days ago?" The redhead hummed, as he spread his legs wider to give room to the kid to stand up, which only managed to make the dumb brat stumble again and fall right back in his lap.
"Ye-yeah, we uh, believe that someone who was her regular killed her, so I was sent to gather intel." The boy explained, as he grasped Chuuya's coat and made him growl. "Listen, brat, that's worth more than your entire salary. Be careful." He grumbled under his breath, as he slapped his hand away and grabbed the bottle of wine ditching his glass as he gulped the liquid down.
"Sorry. And uh, thank you." The brat began as he got off of him, and began walking like a newborn baby deer, making him take a deep breath. If he let that fucker walk away right now, he'd either get drugged, groped, molested, beaten up or killed by some fucker here.
And he was not about to let that happen, no matter how much he despised Osamu. This kid was far too clueless for him to just let him walk away with his good conscience in mind. Akutagawa would be rather pissed at him if he let the kid die due to their current partnership and Dazai's fucking insisting on them working together.
"Hey! Wait up." The redhead barked, as he grabbed the kid's hand and made him sit on his lap again, pointing with his eyes to the bastard who was still waiting for him, at the corner, one that didn't think that Chuuya saw him lurking.
"That motherfucker is dangerous. If you leave now, you're fucked. Maybe literally." He whispered inside of the boy's ear, feeling a quite concerning shiver that was not one of fear in his personal experience, wreak the tall, lithe body in his arms.
"My, uh, ears. Don't, they're sensitive." The boy mumbled, as he sent him a flustered look, and…oh.
Oh shit. The fact that the kid was hot just dawned on him.
"Uh…yeah. Sure. Whatever. Just..sit here till he disappears, then get the hell outta here." Chuuya coughed out, as he averted his gaze and adjusted in his seat, praying to fuck that he didn't pop a boner for this brat.
"But…I can't just abandon my mission like that." The annoying little shit complained, causing him to roll his eyes. "She's dead. But you're not." And however heartless that sounded, he was right. "If you remain here, you're in danger. If not because of that cunt, then these perverts." The redhead carried on, as he pointed at the pair of lowlifes currently devouring the boy with their eyes. "They've been eyeing you since you entered and they're probably begging for a chance to take a bite." He sighed, as he leaned back and took a look at the kid.
"And if you raise your hand against them, well, this entire place will jump you." He carried on, as his eyes lingered on the milky, slightly toned skin.
It was no surprise that every pervert in the club wanted a bite out of him. With a body like that , and clothes that accentuated every single curve, crevice and bit of his appeal, well…he wasn't exactly ugly per say.
Hell, if he wasn't Dazai's protege, Chuuya might've flirted with him, himself.
"World is not a safe haven. Wonder why that fucker didn't teach you that." The redhead sighed, as he ripped his glance away and tried to put his hand on the kid's waist, to pull him away and shield the view of his crotch from the rest of the bastards there. "No, scratch that, why the hell did he send you here?" He couldn't help but ask, as he stared at the brat.
From what he knew about the kid, he was…far too innocent for an undercover mission like this. Hell, he never even had his first drink from what Akutagawa said. And now he's sent undercover as some whore? What was Osamu thinking?
"I'll have you know that I'm capable of doing my job." The brat rolled his eyes, making him glare at the boy.
"Oh shut the fuck up. I never said that you weren't. " He muttered, as he looked down again, only to see the kid's skirt ride even further up, revealing his navel. God fucking damn it, why was that piece of fabric so short? "But these bastards aren't your typical type of scum." He carried on, as he ripped his eyes away and tried not to focus on the breath down his neck. "And dressed like that, you're like eye candy to them, one that they would love to take a bite out of."
"And for gods sake pull your skirt down!" He finally managed to growl, as he tried to pull the said piece of fabric down, only to expose more of the boy's ass, but successfully cover his crotch.
"It's not my fault, I told Dazai-san that it was too short!" The boy groaned in embarrassment, as he put his hands down in his lap and moved a bit, making him bite his lip. Fuck. Fucking, fuck.
He was hard. Luckily the kid didn't seem to notice.
"Just, shit, don't move around so much." He managed to bite out, as he took another swing of the bottle, suddenly all too conscious of every move that the boy made.
"I'm a man too, you damned brat." The redhead barked, quite a bit flustered and a bit tipsy, making Atsushi freeze in his lap and finally cease his constant movement.
"Oh…I…yeah. Sure." The tiger muttered, his face as red as a cherry, a bit of nervous sweat sliding down his collarbone.
"Jesus christ. I'm not drunk enough to deal with this." He whispered under his breath, as he took another glance at the boy's body, as his hand slipped down the boy's inner thigh.
" Uh, "
Fuck. Shit. That was definitely a moan.
"Chu-chu!" Oh somebody has got to be kidding him.
"Hello, Kajii." He grumbled under his breath, as he pulled the brat closer again, and shoved his face into the crook of his neck, to hide his identity even slightly from the noisy mafioso.
"Who's this cutie?" The man purred, as he grabbed a piece of Atsushi's hair, making him slap his hand away and pull the boy closer.
"Woo, oddly possessive now, are we?" The man grinned, making him roll his eyes. "Leave him alone." He finally sighed, as the boy's lips moved against his neck and made his dick twitch. This was the worst night of his life.
"You usually share your toys, what's so special about this one?" The insane motherfucker whistled, as his eyes trailed down to Atsushi's ass, making him hide it with the palm of his hand and unconsciously cup a feel.
Jesus christ. The way that the kid stifled a noise by biting into his neck made him take a deep breath as he leaned back into his seat.
"This one's off the table." The redhead mumbled, as he allowed his other hand to trail to the boy's hair and tug it a bit, to let the boy know that he needed to stop biting his throat. What that did instead was make those teeth latch further into his skin, as the boy moved closer to him.
" Fuck. I'm, I'm busy here, Kajii. Can you leave?" Shit. He just moaned from this brat biting him. In front of his colleague. What a fucking nightmare.
"Sure thing, loverboy!" The man chuckled, as he got up and thankfully left, making him grip the boy's hair as soon as the mafioso was out of his view and yank his head back.
"The hell was that?" He barked, before he got a good look at the flushed face, and the turned on eyes that seemed to be clouded.
"I'm sorry." Fuck. The whimpery tone made his pants even tighter than what they previously were. Just… fuck.
"Kid, are you seriously getting off on this?" He sighed, as he released the brat's hair, and felt him adjust in his lap again, his hand still on the boy's ass, unable to leave it alone.
"I asked you a question." Chuuya growled, as he trailed his fingers through the boy's hair again, drawing a whine out of him.
"I'm sorry!" The boy squicked, as his hands nestled down in his lap, trying to hide the situation currently going on in his underwear.
"Shit. I'm really going to kill your good-for-nothing mentor." He cursed, before he grabbed the boy's ass and used the grip to lift him up, with one arm, as he downed the bottle of wine with his other.
"Where are we going?" The boy asked, as he hung on tightly onto his shoulders, afraid that he might fall off.
"Away. Anywhere but here." The redhead commented back, as he felt the boy's breath creep down his neck again, making him shudder.
"If you continue that, I'm throwing caution to the wind and I'm railing you until your legs give out I swear to god. " Chuuya cursed lowly, his voice far too hoarse for his liking, and the way that the boy literally shook at the words made him even more concerned about his sanity.
"Fuck kid, you got me fucked up." The man breathed out, as he slammed the doors open with his foot and set the kid down to the ground, watching himself rumble on the stilettos, eyes taking in the sight before him in the dark alley.
Skinny, tall frame, with a curvy waist, perky little nips showing through the boy's slutty crop top, his skirt even more messed up, half up, ass peeking out, dick hard in those slutty, wet panties, and long, thin legs that he could probably bend to the boy's chest with relative ease.
Fuck. Fucking, just how the hell did he get himself in this situation?
"Listen, I'm giving you five minutes to just get the fuck out of here. If you want to stay and get fucked, you're more than welcome to." The redhead breathed out, as he tried to fix up his pants to hide the obvious erection that he had.
The boy bit his lip, as his hand found Chuuya's coat, and as he tripped over his own foot and landed in his arms again.
"I…don't think I can get away, even if I wanted to." Even if I wanted to, he said.
Even if I wanted to.
"The fuck's that supposed to mean?" He asked, as he trailed his hand down the boy's waist, to his round ass, and gave it a squeeze.
" Mh, I'm too, it's too hard. I can't walk." The little brat complained, as he leaned his body into Nakahara's, his dick brushing against the executive's.
"Jesus fucking christ, fuck. I'm taking you home, railing you, then calling you an uber." He concluded, seeing as they were getting nowhere and he was far too horny to worry about the consequences of his actions.
Before the kid had a chance to say something back to his suggestion, he grabbed the boy's waist and threw him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, before he took off, using his ability to get to his apartment as fast as possible.
Luckily, it was close enough for it to only take five quick minutes of the torturous erection straining his new pants.
As soon as he floated down to his balcony, he didn't even hesitate to push his glasses doors open, before he tossed the boy on his bed and drew a yelp out of him, getting another good look of the boy's entire body and face as the tiger leaned on his shoulders and looked up at him, with hesitancy, lust and mild fear.
"I'm not going to fuckin' do shit without your consent. So talk. Do you want this or not?" The mafioso grumbled under his breath, as he took his hat off and threw it in a random direction.
"What's…what's this ?" The boy asked, as he adjusted his position on Chuuya's black satin bed sheet, making him roll his eyes.
"Hunting the tooth fairy!" The redhead responded sarcastically, as he clasped his hands, before his mocking turned to his usual dry response.
"Sex. I mean sex. "
The boy's face flashed red, and before he knew it, a realization suddenly hit him. This motherfucker was a virgin.
"I mean….uhm…if, yeah. I guess I want this then." The brat mumbled, as he averted his gaze and laid back down on the bed.
"You do?" The redhead arched his brow, kind of shocked by the answer. It wasn't like he doubted his attractiveness, he was handsome and he knew it, but the kid was…well, one of those armed detective bastards. And they weren't exactly fond of the mafia.
"I'd pay you back for saving me back at the club and...it's not like I can get anywhere like this." The brat pointed to his erection, that was staining those rather capable thongs and peaking out of them in a delicious way.
"You can literally beat it in the shower for all I care and get the fuck out of here if you don't wanna fuck." The mafioso rolled his eyes, which made the boy take a deep breath.
"Actually, I can't. It doesn't just go down . I…I spend hours on that kind of thing and my body just…y'know. Needs more than what's normal." The boy mumbled in embarrassment, as he touched the front of his thongs, and cupped his dick while laying in Nakahara's bed.
And how was any man supposed to take a young, gorgeous slut, touching themselves in his bed without getting even more turned on, seriously?
"It's probably a werebeast thing. But it….my body's just weird."
So basically, the boy, once turned on, was a total nympho that needed hours of stimuli to calm down. Holy shit.
"Luckily for you, I can fuck." The redhead licked his lips, as he took off his coat and carelessly allowed it to slide to the floor.
Kicking his shoes off and crawling atop the boy's already spread out body came easier than expected, as he watched the brat's cock jump in his little panties, and poke its head out.
"I'll tell you right now, I like it rough. You?" And although he thought that kink negotiating with a virgin would be kind of useless, luckily for him, the tiger seemed to know what he wanted, as his cloudy eyes met the executive's.
"Rough and nasty." Nasty? In what way, he had to wonder, as he pushed the boy's panties to the side and looked at the unused hole, before he gave the boy a smack right across his ass and brought one of his legs over his shoulders to kiss the skin there.
"Are we talkin' tears, degradation or what?" The executive mumbled, as he nibbled the boy's thigh.
"Yeah. Plus praise. I..uh, breeding. That too." The little shit had the balls to nervously say, and avert his gaze like some innocent maiden as he spewed the most devious of kinks known to men.
"Breeding?" He had to state again, as he continued to knead the soft flesh, wondering if he heard that right.
"I dunno why, I just find it, mmm, arousing," The tiger gasped, as he grabbed Chuuya's pillow and brought it to his own face to stifle his moans.
"Spread those legs like the cumdump that you are then, fuckin' brat." The redhead bit out, as he gave the boy's ass a rough grab and drew a squeak from his lips.
"That's it. Now hold 'em." He ordered, as he pinned the tiger's knees to his chest and positioned his hands under his cheeks, making him separate his puffy hole himself.
Before Atsushi could ask what he was doing, he dove in.
And although he never usually ate ass on the first date, well, he'd make an exception. Mainly because he had no lube at hand.
And also because he wanted to.
He shoved his tongue inside, and christ, the way that the boy felt around his tongue gave him motivation to speed things up almost right away.
Still, he spent a bit on simply eating the boy out, before he allowed a single gloved finger to enter the boy's greedy heel, the sensation probably weird.
Still, if anything the brat seemed to be withering in pleasure on his sheets, so he didn't seem to mind all that much.
He didn't waste any time in shoving his tongue in and out, whilst he went further and further inside with his finger, licking his lips as he pulled his tongue out and switched it for another finger, and leaned up for a kiss.
"Stay still, if you want me to stuff you." The mafioso bit out, as he continued to finger the boy open, and watched him squirm, face fading through fifty different shades of red as the pillow fell down from it, and all kinds of noises began to ring out against his walls.
"Dirty bitch, showin' up all dolled up for some poor bastard to take you home and breed you 'till you can't walk huh?" He teased, although he knew that the boy was probably least expecting it. And the roleplay, the dirty talk, seemed to be doing it for the boy, as the boy's panties began staining at the front, precum already dripping down the tip, as he rutted down against Chuuya's fingers, begging for it by now.
"Don't worry, I'll pump you full ." Nakahara promised, as he leaned in and kissed the tiger's neck. "Gonna fill you to the brim, hell, you'll be dripping cum for days. " And although he wasn't really into the entire breeding thing, he couldn't help but get a tad bit turned on from his own dirty talk.
"I'll knock you up real good. Gonna fuck you till your little cunt begins to drip, then I'll push it all back up into you again." The way that Atsushi arched his back and whined made all the words worth it, as the fucker spread his legs even wider and gave him a nice view of his fingers fucking in and out of that tight asshole that he planned on running a train on tonight.
"Look at you!" The redhead chuckled, as he shoved his fingers as deep as they could go and watched the boy spasm around them. "Fuckin' slut." His eyes did not miss the way that the protege of his nemesis hardened at the words.
"Already twitching around my fingers. Want something bigger, don't you?" He muttered, tone a bit more gentle, as he ripped his fingers out and spat in his band.
"Don't worry, I'll give it to ya."
And christ was the night getting better. The boy looked gone and they hadn't even begun .
And if anything, by the way that the pretty face only hazed in lust at him shoving it in, they were far from done, even after the first round.
Pushing even the tip in was difficult. Atsushi was tight. Like, impossible to fuck kind of tight. Like, he was about to bust inside before even putting it in the entire way kind of tight.
And that was driving Chuuya feral.
" Relax. I need to be able to actually fuck you to cum inside of you." The redhead breathed out, as he felt the boy's feet pull him closer and wrap around his waist.
"Big," The boy cried out dumbly, as he dug his nails into Chuuya's shoulder, and threw his head back, panting.
"Yeah. Big enough to shove it right in ya, so deep, cum directly in ya guts." Chuuya growled, biting into the boy's bottom lip, before he soothed it with his tongue and kissed the boy again. "And you're gonna take it, like the good little boy that you are, right?" Finally, the tight hole around him relaxed enough for him to keep on pushing inside, almost all the way in.
"Gonna take that load and beg for it , yeah?" Atsushi nodded, with tears slipping down his face already and shit. He looked gorgeous. Even Nakahara could admit as much, as he used his hands to grip both sides of the boy's waist and slam him flat against his cock, balls deep inside of that tight, warm ass.
"I don't got a condom on, either, sweetheart. So you'll be feeling it tonight." The redhead mumbled, and seriously, going in with no rubber was the best. Feeling that tight ass milk his dick like it needed to be bred. "Like it when I raw dog that tight little cunt, yeah?" Chuuya growled, as he began grinding inside, slow and steady, watching that pretty face fall apart, as Atsushi hung on to his every word.
"Yeah, you do." He chuckled breathily, as he felt the boy's stiletto dig into his back and the band of the thong slide against his dick with each little thrust. "Look at ya." Almost tenderly, he brushed the boy's locks away from his face and tilted his chin towards himself as he leaned in and looked him in the eye, his pace only getting deeper by the minute.
"You're practically melting under me."
The boy cried out loudly at that, and grasped Chuuya's shoulders like his life depended on it.
"Fuckin' taking it like a good little bitch. C'mon, say it." The redhead encouraged, as he pulled out until only the tip remained. "Say that you're nothing but a cumdumpster tonight, you brat." He continued, as he tortured both him and the boy by not shoving himself to the hilt.
" Please, please, please!" The tiger trashed around, as he tried to pull Chuuya back inside with his little pucker to no avail. "'m your dirty little cumdump, I'm, I'm begging you please ," And fuck the way that the boy looked at him drove him insane, as he gripped his waist again and shoved back inside as hard as he could.
"Fuck yeah. Beg for it, slut. Beg for it like your life depends on it." The redhead panted, as he began fucking in and out of the alluring tight heat, his hair falling in his face as the poor kid began wailing and sobbing on his cock, his dick red and angry as it slid our of his panties and rubbed against his tummy with each grind. "What would your bastard of a mentor think of you, giving your cunt to the enemy sidelines, huh?" Chuuya carried on, as he grabbed the boy's face and spat in his mouth, watching as the pretty little thing gasped in surprise and choked on it.
Oh, how he wished he could make the boy choke on his cock as well. Maybe later.
"He'd be so disappointed that you couldn't keep your fuckin' legs shut." The redhead continued to degrade the boy, as he shoved his face into the pillow, to expose his pretty little throat and mark it right up, only to watch the hickeys heal in seconds. "You're such a disgusting whore, tiger. And I'm going to dump a load in you, make sure you remember that." His pace by now was erratic, and far above anything a virgin should be exposed to, but by the way that the boy was fucking back into every thrust, he knew the little slut enjoyed this more than he did.
"How did you go without having a cock stuff your ass for so long, I wonder. How come nobody's bent you over and fucked some cum into that tight cunt?" With each and every word, atsushi's meals and moans only became louder, and by now there was a hint of claws coming in, and ripping Chuuya's expensive suit apart, which the executive couldn't bring himself to give a fuck about.
"God, I'm gonna fuckin' cum, gonna plug you up and keep your belly full of it, beautiful." The combination of praise and degradation, with the dirty talk only made the boy even more of a mess as he tightened around Chuuya and fucked back into him as fast as he could, ass bouncing against Nakahara's hips, making him wonder if the little bitch could ride him after this.
"Ple ea ase give me your cum, Chuuya-san! And that's what did it for him, as he gave a few sloppy thrusts and had one of the best orgasms of his life, buried to the hilt inside of the boy, with loads and loads of sticky, hot cum coating the boy's guts, and his lazy, deep grinds only fucking the semen deeper.
"I'm, I'm cumming, I'm, I'm gonna cum, oh god, I'm gonna ," The boy cried out, as he dug his claws into the redheads back and squeezed his cock so hard that he was half scared that it might fall off.
Still, he grabbed the cute dick and rubbed it as fast as he could, while giving soft little thrusts so as to not overstimulate himself, and it only took maybe two jerks before the boy came hard , all over himself, made a mess of his satin sheets and fell pimples against them, chest rising and falling with each breath.
"Jesus fucking christ kid. You good?" He couldn't help but ask, as he watched the boy's face, which seemed almost as if Atsushi was fucked up on some xannys.
Seemingly with little to no strength, the boy gave a small nod, but his dick came back to life almost immediately after his orgasm, and grew half hard in Chuuya's hand.
Holy shit. The tiger wasn't kidding.
"More, please,"
And he had to take a moment to breathe, as he himself began to grow hard, overstimulation still hitting him as he gave a slow little grind, and jolted the lithe body with it.
Could he survive the encounter with his dick intact? That was something he would find out rather soon, the redhead concluded, as he threw concern out of the window and got right back into action, as he kissed the boy hard and allowed his sweaty body to take over instead of his brain.