can i get uhhhh ada!dazai and knife play
Warnings: knife play, inappropriate use of daggers, dom/sub dynamics, dry humping, choking
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"Osamu, please.." It was nothing but the breath of his name which caught his attention, his nearly pitch black eyes seemed to bore right through your soul, examining every flaw and scar.
A wicked smirk stretched Dazai's lips as he dragged the handle of the classic dagger along your drenched slit; the white lace covering your pussy had been reduced to nothing more as decoration. The rough texture made your hips jump in response, nails dug into the sheets below you and a gasp spilled from your lips.
"What is it, belladonna?" His voice was sweet like honey and wrapped you in a cocoon of safety while your hips were grinding down on the handle. Soft moans filled the dark bedroom, your spine arched off the mattress as lovely electricity rolled up and down every fiber of your being each time your engorged clit rubbed against the handle. "I.." You began, slightly out of breath while your gaze was drawn to Dazai's. He was patient, let you have your fun with his dagger between your legs. "I want you, Osamu."
"I don't know, doll. You seem to be getting off just fine." Dazai pulled the dagger away from your dripping cunt and slowly dragged the tip of the blade to your hip bones. Goosebumps adorned your skin as the metal pressed into the delicate skin, but never drew blood. It was only hard enough to let a red mark blossom on your skin. Your breath quickened, thighs rubbing against one another to gain some sort of friction. Heat rose to your chest and the apple of your cheeks, dusting your appearance in a reddish hue. "But I can't get off without you, Osamu! Please, touch me, already. Please, Osamu, please!" You begged the brunette, voice needy as you reached out for the man who had been comfortably sitting between your legs, wearing nothing but loosened bandages and his pants which had become unpleasantly tight.
Suddenly, you found your hands pinned down above your head and the blade tilting your chin upwards, forcing you to look at your brunette lover. Dazai's lips were mere centimeters away from yours, his breath fanned your cheeks. "I don't remember you making the rules, darling." Before you could apologize, Dazai locked his lips with yours.
The kiss wasn't sweet, it was all teeth and tongue. He bit your bottom lip hard enough to draw a whimper from within your chest and sucked the sensitive flesh to soothe the sting. "Osamu.." You moaned into the man's mouth who growled in response to hearing his name tumble from your tongue like a sugar-coated prayer, his hips grinding down against yours to draw more moans from those lips Dazai could get drunk of, to draw more moans of his name from you. "Do you feel what you're doing to me, beautiful?" With your hands buried in Dazai's messy locks and your legs wrapping themselves around his slim waist, your eyes nearly rolled into the back of your skull when you felt the rigid outline of his cock rubbing against your fluttering core.
"It's all your fault, my angel." Dazai mumbled against your lips and wrapped his free hand around your throat. Gently, he squeezed the arteries running along your neck, enough to make you lightheaded, enough to make you crave more of him, him, and him. Flipping the dagger in his hand, Dazai pressed the sharp edge of the dagger right against your collarbone and slid the blade along your skin; hard enough to leave marks but not cut the skin. He could never make you bleed, he could never physically break you.
"Keep going, please." You managed to speak between several moans and gasps. Out of instinct, your hips followed the brunette's rhythm, legs shaking each time he thrusted into you. Each time he got rougher, your nails dug themselves into his shoulders. Each time he dragged the blade against your skin, excitement would pump through your veins and make you feel alive.
"So needy, my belladonna." Dazai clicked his tongue, sat back on his heels and chuckled as you still ground down on his twitching erection, desperate to finally feel the man you love so much fill you up. Twisting the knife between his skilled fingers, he cut through the flimsy lace of your bra and panties, getting rid of what bothered him the most, at last.
Dazai licked his lips as your breasts spilled from the cups of your bra and your glossy cunt shamelessly ruined his pants and bedsheets. He admired the marks on your skin, the hickeys on your neck and the slight bruises left by the tight grip he had on you earlier that night. You were his canvas to paint.
Dazai was careful as he rubbed the shimmering blade of your danger along the drenched folds of your pussy, your gasp music to his ears. Almost, your legs closed shut at the sudden sensation, but Dazai was quick to keep them spread open for him. A reminder that he was watching out for you when your brain was clouded with lust.
"Careful, baby. Wouldn't want to hurt you before the real fun begins, right?"
