cw: sadist reader, edging, kinda dacryphilia, char is NOT A MASOCHIST, begging
art credits: @pyanyasha on x
"haah.." he pants, sweat dripping down his bare body.
his pants rest around his ankles as a slight restraint, and wrists tied together behind his back. youre fully clothed under him (even though your shirt and pants are basically see-through now from his sweat.). They stick uncomfortably to your skin, you try to wiggle around to free yourself, just for the wettness to drench another part of skin; you shiver from the coldness.
When he said he'd do anything for you, he didn't know you'd take it so far. It's been 3 hours into you edging him now, and he's starting to go crazy—but he quickly loses himself in your touch again when you whisper sweet nothings into his ear, licking the shell of it to earn another moan out of him.
"baby.. come o-on.. please!.." he whines.
he turns his head to kiss you but you lean back. You can't help but giggle at his attempts to try and please you even while his hips jerk up into your unforgiving hand. He's trained so well.
"Youre so mean—hng!"
He keels over as you press your thumb into his tip, precum gushes out of the slit in an instant, and you swear you could hear him sob.
"t-that hurts.. (your name), please.." he sputters and writhes under your grasp, but his hips don't hesitate to move desperately now. he's so fucking embarrassed at the mess he's made already, and he hasn't came once. his pink tip puffy and glistening with his essence.
"You can take the pain.." Your lips quirk up into a devilish smirk; which he can imagine is plastered on your face based on your honeyed tone, but he has trouble looking at you, as his body involuntarily coils up.
He chokes on his own gasp of relief when you remove your thumb from his aching tip, he's eternally grateful, even if his mind is too fogged up to tell you. he lays his head back to rest against your chest, eyebrows knitting together, and lip trembling. his chest heaves with growing intensity each time your hand pumps his base; you can tell he's getting close now, so of course, you slide your hand off of it.
He cries out furiously, causing you to flinch, but you can't help the smile that forms when he tries to babble pet names and pleads. even though it's useless since they're shadowed by his rasped and feverish breaths, you appreciate the effort. His face contorts into a pathetic expression, and he looks up at you—seemingly unaware of how his hips keep bucking up into nothing.
this is the hottest thing i've ever seen
You reach out to wipe a tear threatening to spill out of his lower eyelid, while your other hand uses the blanket to dry off his cock. Then you finally lean in to kiss him, pressing your lips against his. his eyes flutter shut when you lick into his mouth, and allow his tongue to mingle with yours. you slowly close your lips around his tongue to suck on the wet muscle, bobbing your head as if it was his dick. Your hand creeps towards his unknowing cock, and You gently run your nails up and down the shaft. Causing him to shiver from such a small gesture makes you giggle into your boyfriend's mouth proudly.
you swallow his moans as you wrap your hand around his dry manhood, spine instantaneously arching. You pull away from the kiss when you pump him faster, the friction of your dry hand and his dry shaft rubbing against each other not slowing your movements down one bit. Not even when his eyes gloss over, when his nostrils flare, or even when he yelps in pain. You quickly feel the heat building in your core as he thrashes around, trying to escape the overwhelming feelings of arousal and pain youre inflicting on him.
"stop! stop, (your name)! it—Fuck!" he wails, panting shakily.
but his cries only spur You on. You lean in to nip and lick at his neck as he sobs in agony. tears start to dribble out of his eyes, contrasting the way he keeps bucking into your hand.
"it hurts! it hu-hurts!" a guttural cry tears out of his throat as you feel wetness suddenly drench your hand. salty liquid drips onto your tongue; it seems his tears made it down to his neck already, but it's hard to focus on giving him a hickey when he keeps seizing. You slow your movements down and lift your head up to look at the mess he's made.
Fuck..
drool trickles down the corner of his mouth, eyes blood shot red and skin stained from tears, hair drenched and stuck to his forehead, flushed cheeks, nose dripping with a disgusting mixture of sweat and snot, and chest heaving with quick and recovering breaths. Your eyes trail down to where your hand lies, holding the base of his raw, red, skinned cock. Shit. the wetness wasn't his cum, it was from serous drainage. (the clear/yellow liquid that comes out of a cut/injury). his peeled skin resigns under your fingernails, and he disorientedly looks at you, eyelids heavy. he mutters something, but youre too focused on his beautiful expression to listen, lapping up the drool that spills from his kiss-bruised lips. He whimpers at your soothing touch when you plant wet kisses on his forehead.
"hu...hurts..." his eyelids flutter closed. you worry that he's gonna faint, but he just seems exhausted for now.
"i know, let me take care of you." your hand trails along his chest, finding one of his nipples and rolling it between your fingers.
he can feel his balls aching for release, and his dick throbbing in anguish, nausea churns in his stomach at the thought of you touching it again. it hurts. so so so badly.
"No, no, please! please please please!" he hiccups.
"but don't you want to feel good? You dont wanna feel my cunt around you?" you taunt him.
"No—yes! i, i do!" he whips his head around to kiss your neck, trying to encourage you to fuck him.
You shamelessly laugh at his efforts, making his eyes gloss over once again.
the end ☺️
thank yew for reading!!! this was fun to writeeee like i literally wrote this in one day dawg 😭 - peach!
I have a feeling that the dacryphile or crying kink community doesn't want to interact with me because I'm not as sadistic as they are. Nothing is wrong with the sadistic side of dacryphilia, and I do have sadistic tendencies for sure, but I am more on the nurturing side of this paraphilia which seems to be very unpopular in kink or fetish communities. It's just sad because I wanted mutuals who I can really relate to about my dacryphilia and it seems that no one feels the same way I do.
All I can think about is you crying. The glistening tears streaming down your wet face full of emotion, lacking any control as your sobbing becomes hysterical.
