| D a z a i S m u t | B o n d a g e |
You'd barely be in the threshold of your house when Dazai would whirl you around, back flesh against the door. He would look down at you with a perplexed look, lips mashed together making a straight line. You often found him unreadable, but this time it was different. Something was festering inside of him, much like a ticking time bomb.
"What's wrong?" You'd ask gently, your palm pressing against his cheek. He leaned his cheek into your hand, nuzzling your palm as he allowed his eyes to close.
"You tell me," He hummed, his voice musical with an undertone of agony underneath it. Your heart faltered as you stared up at him with doe eyes. You had just returned from a work outing and were slightly buzzed from the alcohol. You thought it had been a normal night, but Dazai's behavior was making you think otherwise.
"Did I upset you?" You'd ask, watching as he
kissed your wrist softly, his lips gingerly pressing against the fragile skin. When he looked at you his eyes were swimming with impatience, his tongue jetting out to coat his lips with spit.
"Quite the opposite, really." He'd muse, kissing gently down your arm until his lips pressed against your neck.
"How was it talking to the girls?" Dazai would inquire, licking slowly against the soft spot on your neck. He nibbled it gently, feeling as your body shuddered beneath him.
"Fine?" You'd rasp, continuing to stand as still as a statue. You weren't entirely sure what was happening, but you were completely intoxicated by his gentle caresses and touches.
"Just fine? You were awful chatty tonight, bella. Talking about your job, education endeavors, politics....kinks." He whispered the last word, his gaze finally meeting yours.
"Dazai, how did you even? It was girl talk, I-" You stammered. Now you were scared. No, that's not the right word—you felt...embarrassed?
"Girl talk." He mused, pressing a finger under your chin and lifting your face so your noses skimmed against one another.
"I think you've been holding out on me," he spoke the words in a sing song voice, a dark chuckle escaping his mouth.
"So bondage, hm?" He had you right under his thumb—you knew it, he definitely knew it. Your cheeks flushed red as you scoffed, your eyes darting to his chest in embarrassment.
"It's really a terrific choice. Perfect for someone who likes to squirm and move around when being pleasured." Dazai spoke smoothly as he pressed you even further against the door.
"Perfect for you." He breathed, leaning down to pick you up by the back of your thighs. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist, your eyes blinking up at him with both fear and excitement. You could already feel a warm tingling in your abdomen, your body reacting to his forceful touch. He kissed you carefully, licking your bottom lip with an eagerness, a request. Just as you opened your mouth, his tongue would dive into your mouth, swirling around your tongue with a sense of urgency. He carried you backwards through the hall until he reached the bedroom where he would spring you onto the mattress. You watched as he undressed himself, slipping each article of clothing from his topside.
"Care for some help?" You'd murmur, reaching for his belt. You flinched when his hands slapped yours away, a sting forming in your digits.
"You don't get to touch tonight." Dazai said coolly removing his pants and stepping out of them. He walked over to the oversized dresser and rummaged around before pulling out a black rope. He looked at you as he pulled both ends of the rope making it taut.
"Headboard. Now." He'd order, watching as you scurried backwards so that your back was flesh against the metal. You pressed your wrists together, batting your eyes at him. You swore you heard a groan as he crawled on top of you forcing your arms above your head, tying them to the headboard.
"Pull as hard as you can," he instructed. You pitifully tugged against the rope, but your wrists only burned around the roughness of the material.
"Good." He murmured approvingly. You watched as he began undoing his own bandages, ripping two long pieces of the fabric off.
"Why are you-" you started to ask, but swiftly closed your mouth as he began to tie one ankle down to the bedpost.
"What you thought I'd leave your legs free? So you can twist and turn from me? I don't think so, bella." Dazai secured your ankles before finally standing over your frame. He looked satisfied as he studied his work, as he studied you. You could feel your cheeks warming as he stared at you longingly. For a minute you'd regret saying what you did to the girls, knowing it would ultimately wind up coming back to him. Then the thrill would seep in and realization would hit that you were in for a very long night.
"Look at you. Sprawled out and tied up like the little slut you are. I bet you're soaking, dying to be touched. Tell me...would you like to be touched?" Leaning forward, Dazai would press his forehead to your own. You fought to find your voice, your breathing now intensified. He was so beautiful, so cunning, so knowing. You longed for the days where he would touch you, obeying your every need and want when you wanted. This was new. You were going to have to work for it.
"Dazai, I'd like you to touch me." You'd say softly. You gasped when the buttons on your blouse ripped open, Dazai pulling apart the thin material with his bare hands. You were now clad in only a bra, your mini skirt hiked above your thighs showing your matching panties. Dazai smirked at your shocked expression.
"I bet you want me to touch you here." Pulling your bra up, Dazai would caress your nipples gently. You pulled against the restraints absentmindedly, longingly wanting to touch his body.
"Desperate already? I've barely even touched you." Dazai chirped, rubbing your erect nipples with his calloused thumbs. You moaned when his knee found your sopping opening, rubbing against your thin panties slowly. Dazai bent his head and took your nipple into his mouth. He sucked, pulled, and nibbled on the bud moving his thigh rhythmically against your heat. Your wrists budged against the rope as you longed to touch him. Dazai worked over you now taking in the other neglected nipple in his mouth.
"Dazai." You pleaded desperately, hips ever so slightly rising and falling to rub against his thigh.
"Hm?" He responded, pulling his mouth off your nipple with a simple 'pop' as he stared up at you innocently.
"Touch me. Please." You begged. Dazai ran his fingertips down your ribcage, his touch as light as a feather.
"I am touching you." He responded simply, eyes meeting yours. You cursed under your breath, ankles twitching against the restraints.
"You know what I mean, Daz." You'd wimper. Dazai remained stoic as his gaze met yours. His eyes were black, pupils completely blown. He was enjoying this, your desperation, your ruin.
"Where would you like me to touch you?" He'd finally ask, fingers tracing the dips of your hips and lower thigh. Your face burned, your teeth biting at your lower lip. He was going to make you say it; say where you want him. You were slowly letting you walls down around Dazai, but you still struggled to tell him what you needed. When you two were intimate, majority of the time it was left up to interpretation and Dazai would gladly fill in the dots for you, not wanting to embarrass you. This time was different. He was going to make you use your words.
"I want you to touch my pussy," you'd whine, cheeks turning red. You could already tell by the look on Dazai's face that it wasn't enough.
"I am touching your pussy." Dazai would state, his knee driving into your core even deeper. You groaned at this, head flying back.
"I want your hands, your dick." You'd clarify. Dazai chuckled darkly at you.
"Well, that wasn't hard." Cupping your vagina, he'd place his fingers over your clit, the heel of his hand pressed against your hole. He'd rock his hand back and forth for a half second before staring up at you with amusement.
"Is this what you want?" He asked, palming you through your underwear. You were writhing beneath him, your hands desperately burning as they pulled against the restraints.
"No." You'd spit out, eyebrows furrowing as you attempted to grind his hand.
"No? What do you need, bella?" Dazai would ask innocently. The friction of his hand was more precise than the thrust of his knee. You could feel your orgasm building, but not fast enough.
"Fuck Dazai. I want your fingers inside of me or your tongue on my clit. I want you to fuck me with your cock. I want you to make me cum, do something. Please, Osamu." You were quite literally grasping at straws, your body twitching beneath his touch. You didn't know the right words to say to him to make him obey, you were merely throwing spaghetti at the wall and seeing what stuck. Anything was better than the taunting touches against your now sopping core. You were growing desperate and he knew it.
"Mmm, as you wish." Dazai would growl, nodding his head more so to himself. He'd plunge two digits deep inside you, curling his fingers to mold to you deliciously. Your entire body would jolt, your arms and legs absentmindedly pulling against the restraints with fervor. It was torture, lying there having to endure the pleasure without being able to move.
"God fucking dammit, fuck." You'd spit from clenched teeth, your hips bucking up and down. Dazai was fucking your body like it were some kind of sanctuary, as if you yourself were sacred. With every thrust, your arrousal spilled over his fingers creating a filthy, saturated symphony. You budged even harder against the rope when Dazai leaned down between your thighs, his tongue now jetting out to lick shallowly at your swollen, engorged clitoris.
"Mmmmm, Osamu." You'd hum in approval, the velvet touch of his tongue lapping against you as his fingers continued to ravage your insides. You could feel your orgasm building inside of you like a tidal wave, Dazai's touch bringing you that much closer to crashing into the sandy shores of blissful release. You longed to knot your fingers in his brunette locks to grasp at something, anything. You longed to move your hips away when the pleasure was building too fast or too slow. You longed to move, but Dazai had been deliberate when he tied you up—you weren't going anywhere. You were going to cum when he declared it so and there was something about that that made you feel so much more erotic, dirty. And you fucking loved it.
"Nooooo-" a broken cry left your mouth when Dazai pulled his fingers out from inside you with a loud squelching noise. He lapped at you for a moment before pulling his head back and brushing his mouth off with the back of his hand.
"Your pussy always tastes so delectable, succulent really. I almost just let you finish on my tongue, but where's the fun in that?" Dazai teased, his hand now stroking his member languidly.
"I find it plenty fun." You tried to sound suggestive, but your voice just came off as desperate and disapointed. Dazai laughed at this, now lining his member up with your opening.
"Don't worry, Bella, I'll make sure you have plenty fun." Dazai's words were sumptuous as he buried himself deep inside you. A large gasp gathered in the back of your throat, your head throwing itself back involuntarily. Dazai had an impressive cock which was great for you, but almost always made you lose your sanity among the first thrust. Usually Dazai would allow you to adjust and grow use to his member, but tonight was different. Dazai was fucking you mercilessly, slamming into you over and over again. There was no time to regulate, to grow use to him, for each time he pushed into you felt like the first initial blow. It was too much, too fast. You felt the coils turning in your belly, the previous orgasm beginning to catch up to you quicker than before. You wanted to touch him more so than ever before, but your wrists stayed pitifully over your head burning against the rope.
"Gonna cum, s t'much." You moaned, opening your eyes trying to make eye contact to show your sincerity. Dazai only smirked at you, slapping your tits before grabbing your chin with force. His brown eyes gazed into your own with enough intensity to light a million fires.
"Cum for me." Dazai breathed and your toes curled. Your orgasm was deep, intense. You felt it in your toes all the way to your hairline. It crashed over you over and over again, your body trembling beneath the both of you. Dazai didn't stop, however. He grinded into you powerfully, his thrusts staying perfectly controlled and composed. You wanted so badly to run your hands down his perfectly sculpted chest, to pull his face in for a passionate kiss. Yet, you were bound.
"That's a good girl." Dazai moaned, his fingers absentmindedly rubbing your nipples. You could tell he was getting close by how sloppy his thrusts were getting, how whiny his voice had become. Dazai was growing desperate for release, for seeing you tied up was pleasure all on its own. He could hardly take it when you started mewing his name, your moans soft and breathy.
"Fill me up, Dazai." You'd encourage and he would close his eyes, hips stilling. You watched his eyes roll into the back of his head, his mouth falling open in a perfect 'O'. You could feel the ropes of cum splattering against your walls, leaking around his hard member as he continued to ride out his orgasm.
"Feel so good," He'd groan, continuing to fuck you until he became overstimulated. You thought he was going to be done when he pulled out of you, his member now half soft. You were mistaken, nevertheless, when he placed his head in between your legs. You felt his cum leaking out of you as he pulled your slit open for full admission. He looked up at you with a devious grin before running his tongue over your clit. Your wrists pulled as hard as they could over your head, your ankles spasming against his bandages.
"Dazai!" You choked, your voice now broken. You could feel him smiling against you as you fought to move your hips away. His tongue was delicate against your aching clit, flicking against the bud with clear rythm. He lapped at your hole, swallowing his own cum graciously. The whole entire ordeal had your face flushing, your eyes clenching shut. You couldn't make eye contact even if you wanted to, embarrassment completely flooding over you as Dazai licked you completely clean. Moving back to your clit, Dazai would tongue your nub skillfully. He knew the exact time to switch patterns, to apply more pressure, to make you feel good. Despite the sensitivity, you were practically drooling at how good his tongue felt.
For the second time that night, you felt your orgasm building inside you. Fluttering in your stomach, burning in your core, tightening in you walls—you were close. Dazai must have known this too as he quickened the pace of his tongue, eagerly coaxing you into release. You let out an agonized cry, your vision blurring when you came. Your wrists lunged against the rope sending a mixture of pain to go along with your pleasure. Dazai lapped your juices up for a moment before raising his head.
"Ready to touch me?" He asked and you nodded your head eagerly. He released you from your ankles first, peppering your feet and ankles with small kisses. Then he moved to your wrists. You watched as he unknotted the rope, a look of concentration in his eyes. When the rope fell free, you immediately enveloped him in a bone crushing hug. He chuckled and returned the favor, burying his head in the crook of your neck.
"Missed touching you," you said giving the crown of his head some light kisses.
"Didn't like being tied up?" Dazai frowned, pulling back to look at you. His gaze was fearful, anxious. He was wondering if he crossed a line, if you hadn't enjoyed yourself.
"I think I owe a 'thank you' to whoever ratted me out about bondage tonight." You smiled reassuringly, soothing away any initial anxiety Dazai had previously carried.
"You looked very pretty all tied up like that, I could hardly control myself." Dazai admitted turning on his side so that he could face you. You smiled warmly at him, eyelids still drooping from your astronomical orgasm.
"You felt amazing, I mean everything tonight was just wow." you admit, your cheeks turning red. Dazai smiled as he brushed his fingers over your warm cheeks. He loved when you blushed, he loved your innocence. He could tie you up and hammer your insides and you still would blush and cover your eyes if you talked too in depth about what took place. He absolutely loved it.
"Anything for my belladonna." He would coo.