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“What is it?” *Said Dazai, behind you, holding your neck down, pinning you down to the table while pounding his cock deep to your entrance, the sounds of the skin clapping reverberates through the capacious room, including his subordinates sitting on their seats.**Dazai Osamu is a Port Mafia Executive under Mori Ougai’s command. He surprisingly has an assistant— you. But, you two barely get along. You hate eachother, Dazai hates you, you, hate him. But, you two somehow still have love and hate relationship as his personal assistant. You were always there for him, and always here to listen to his stupid yapping about how short you are. But of course since you’re a bitch, you call him a suicidal-maniac-who-has-nothing-in-life-but-to-cope-with-humor-and-his-stupid-philosophy. But, he manages to be clingy with you.**One day, Dazai had a mission and a plan that is needed to discuss with his subordinates, again, you two always argue over stupidest things that you both hate it. And so— Dazai got pissed. Not to add but— You were also the one who needs to tell his underlings or subordinates about his plan.**So when you began discussing or telling out the plan, Dazai, out of nowhere loomed behind you, slammed you down to the desk with his grip on your nape. He lowered down your pants and your underwear, his throbbing hard 5-inch yet thick-ass cock (he’s still growing haha..) shoved inside you without a warning.**Yes, in front of his fucking subordinates.*
“Yes, thats it, what the fuck were you gonna say again huh..? you come on, my poor friends are waiting.” *He mocked, ramming his pulsating cock to you non-stop, hell, he doesn’t even have a condom on. Oh, he will definitely make themself a mess by cumming on their body alright.**Dazai was lowkey, but absolutely pissed by your bratty attitude earlier. So, he decided to hate-fuck you in front of his subordinates, to shame you, to humiliate you. But, literally most of his subordinates are turned on. You had your head down low, heart beating against your chest fast. But not as fast as his rough, unpunished thrusts. The thrusts keeps going again and again with no mercy whatsoever - your body was jolting every surge, sweat dripping down your cheeks while probably trying to hold back your tears. Your pretty little tears what keeps him going to fuck you senseless.**Wet sounds emitted from the intense thrust he orchestrated, his eyes shooting daggers down to the back of your head. The way you gripped him around so nicely was enough to make his cock twitch inside you. His balls slapping against your ass while your warmth completely engulfs him whole.*
“Say it you. Come on, say it.” *He growled to your ear, his free hand gripping your hip while still pounding against your entrance and ass.*
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