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「 DAZAI OSAMU 」 — " you're so pretty " !

⟡ . prompt : dom! dazai x sub! reader

⟡ . warnings : reader has a female autonomy, fluff to smut? , dazai gets super worked up and is a sadist, degrading + praise, spitting, hairpulling, choking, dacriphyllia, gagging, edging, overstimulation, use of bandages, a little dark.

⟡ . before you read : minors and ageless blogs dni.

it had been a tiring day at work for both you and dazai at the agency. currently, both of you were walking to the agency dorms together hand in hand. upon arriving right infront of the familiar abandoned sight which was home to the both of you, a sigh escaped your lips , dazai looked down at you before a smile appeared on his lips, "tiring day huh? I can understand..kunikida was so mean at work today!" the words left his mouth with a dramatic tone as you just palmed your forehead lightly with a soft smile on your face.

"can we go inside now? your monologue can wait until you're alone you know" you said nudging his arm in a teasing manner. he just pouted and dramatically put his hand over his heart "ah belladonna! what a cold hearted woman you are!". you just chuckled at his silliness and walked into your shared room before flopping yourself onto the mattress in the middle of the tatami mats. it was a little messy in the room as you and dazai didn't clean up before leaving.

you yawned a bit as you felt a pair of familiar hands wrap around you from behind, and pressing their body against yours. "you tired? today was rough huh..." dazai spoke in a calm and relaxed tone as he put one of his legs over yours. you chuckled a bit, as you ranted on about all the events that took place that very day "uh huh...I had a hard time figuring out the case assigned to me today but fortunately ranpo-san was nearby so I was in luck and to add on...." you told him more details about your day but he wasn't even listening.

the leg which was over yours was now kneeing you right at your covered womanhood. your talking was interrupted as you realised what was happening at that very moment, as dazai's hands travelled up to hold your tits, his fingers teasing your clothed nipples until they started getting hard and perky. "w-wait! dazai— nghh!"

"I apologize for the man I'm about to become bella, you're just so breathtaking, I can't help myself" he leaned in closer as he nibbled on your earlobe before he pinned you down beneath him. his movements were rough but slow, his hands lifted up your shirt along with the bra that was underneath it just to grope your tits in a very harsh manner making you whimper in pain, the whimper that left your mouth made it so tempting for him to just shove his cock right in your mouth but he could never give in so early.

he was taking it slow just to see how quickly you'd get impatient and start begging for him. the man put his mouth on your right breast, as he started licking and sucking on it while maintaining eye contact with you which made you turn red from embarassment, "stop looking at me like th— fuck!" you were interrupted when he bit the nipple he was sucking on. it was painful but dazai enjoyed it.

"you're so fucking mean" you said with slight annoyance causing him to raise an eyebrow "oh yeah? how fragile you are, it seems i always cause you pain just to satisfy my own needs...." as much as he was trying to make it seem like he felt bad, he did not, the jerk was enjoying it. "i promise you, bella, ill reward you in the end if you're obedient~" his honey like voice had such a huge effect on you making you feel helpless.

"but, unfortunately ill need to arrange something so that you won't be able to interrupt me while i work" he pretends to think for a second before an idea pops up in his mind. the man took off the bandages on his neck, revealing the bare skin behind it, using them to tie your hands together before he also grabbed a mouthgag from his drawer. his eyes analysing your body as you sat on your knees with your hands tied behind your back and the mouthgag preventing you from speaking as it caused drool to run down your mouth.

"my my, am i in heaven?" the words left his mouth with a chuckle following. your upper half was exposed as dazai also started to undress your lower half to reveal your dripping cunt. "oh my, you were just complaining about how mean I was a few minutes ago but you're dripping this hard? does that mean you enjoy it when I treat you like a doll?" this man could say the most disgusting shit and somehow it'd still be hot. two of his fingers teased the entrance of your clit, pulling on it and stroking it making you whine against the mouth gag, saliva running down both sides of your lips.

you were trying to beg him to quit teasing you but the mouthgag made it impossible. dazai, of course knew this but acted clueless on the matter, "what's wrong bella? if you wanna make a request, you'll have to use your words you know~" you just sat there , trying to endure how dazai was playing with your clit. finally , he pushed his two fingers in, pumping them in and out, making you roll your eyes and arch your back against his fingers. you could feel yourself getting close until he realised this and pulled them out.

your eyes widened as you looked at the man with tears foaming in your eyes, "shhh, it's okay doll, you're doing so well for me, it's only a matter of time till I give you your reward, just have a little patience for me okay?" you were embarassed to even look at him in that pathetic state as tears started running down your cheeks. "ignoring me hm? what if i give you a bit of freedom hm? it's only fair since you were obedient that whole time", he says taking the mouthgag out from your mouth , making you gasp for breath.

"I wonder if you can last through this~. naturally, one has to work for a reward" the words that left his mouth were followed by a sinister grin, his hands removing the clothing that had been covering his lower half, to reveal parts of his legs that were bandaged , you didn't even get to get a look at his pretty cock because it was already in your mouth. dazai put your hair behind your ear and grabbed a handful of it while he forcefully thrust himself inside your mouth, "god, bella! your mouth is so skilled when it comes to stuff like this, what a talented doll you are".

he wasnt being gentle with it either. you were huffing and trying your best not to gag but it was unavoidable with the way he was forcing himself inside you. "such a professional, aren't you? I'm about to cum so make sure you swallow all of it yeah? otherwise there'll be consequences~" his voice was like honey but his intentions weren't. beads of sweat running down his forehead as the moonlight pierced through your glass window, shining on his skin. he released in your mouth after a bit. naturally, you stuck your tongue out to show him because that's the only way he'd be satisfied.

"you took me well, so as a reward, I'll untie the bandages for you but if you dare cum before me, I'll make sure that you don't get to cum the whole night. does your pretty head understand or are you too dumb that you can't talk?" you just nodded and barely manged to utter out your consent. a mischievous grin forming on dazai's face before he snapped his finger , causing the bandages around your hands to fall off almost instantly. his hands travelled to your plushy thighs , putting them over his shoulder as he lined up his cock before your entrance.

pushing inside you without a warning was something you should've expected from the bastard, throwing your head back onto the pillow placed on top of the futon as dazai's thrust sped up by each second passing by, your head was dizzy with visible hearts in your eyes, cheeks painted red with drool running down from your lips. "fuck!— belladonna! how long was it since we fucked? your little cunt is clenching around me so tightly" breathy but low moans left his mouth before he leaned in to wrap it around your nipple, sucking and licking on it while making eye contact with you.

"don't look at me like— fuck! bastard...." being the jerk he was, he only laughed like a maniac and continued thrusting inside before lightly biting on your nipple making you whince in pain. moans leaving your mouth by each second as you felt your orgasm getting closer. "w-wait dazai! I'm close!—" he only chuckled and whispered in a sadistic tone "you know you can't cum yet~ but you're so pretty like this that I almost want you to cum just so i can torture you for my satisfaction all night" his words caused tears to run down your cheeks, he whispered sweet things to you to comfort you but he was secretly enjoying seeing you vulnerable.

at last, you creamed all over his cock and unfortunately before him too, knowing the outcome of it, you were beginning to regret agreeing to his conditions. his hands travelled to your neck to hold it with a strong force to cut off your air, "my oh my....you really want me to touch you all night huh? well...it'll be my pleasure 'donna".

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xxsycamore · 1 year

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—𝘐𝘧 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘓𝘪𝘦 𝘋𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘋𝘰𝘨𝘴, 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘎𝘦𝘵 𝘍𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴

► SYNOPSIS:

Silvio Ricci gets a taste of his own medicine. [[heed the tags & author's note]]

▍silvio ricci x gender neutral reader

▍rating: E

▍tags: Silvio tops; Casual sex; Swearing; Name-calling; Silvio insults the reader some but so do they; Teasing; Biting; Crying; Light masochism; Silvio has a sensitive neck; Cumming inside; Reader plays with Silvio's feelings but he deserves it for being an ass; Come marking; Making a mess; Mild blood; Violence

▍wordcount: 2,000

▍a/n: be warned, this story might not be everyone's cup of tea. I aimed for a reader that is as "bad" as silvio, and perhaps not many can project into that. He would by no means treat the mc exactly the same way as he does the reader here, i'm sure about that, haha.

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"The rumors must be wrong," you conclude early, speeding up somewhere ahead of Silvio just to make him be the one to close the door behind you. The loud thud from his kick hardly disrupts your speech. "I've heard you indulge the ones who enter your bed more pompously… yet for me, no roses and champagne, no dangly little gifts from across the seas. I'm hurt."

"You talk too much." Silvio cuts, slumping himself against a soft-cushioned couch, as if declaring that this would be taken to bed only if it means dragging his weight to there.

Too bad that it hardly matters to you 'where' when the 'how' is way more intriguing. You straddle his hips with the enthusiasm of someone welcoming his lover from a winter-long campaign, and he cringers. He hates how his dick has another option about it, as soon as it feels the warmth of another sex against it.

With you, it's never straight to the point. He could surprise you with the cleverest makeshift mouthgag in the world and you'd still manage a way to speak to him in your innerving language. He doesn't bother with it anymore, much preferring to create noise than to cancel the one coming from you. Barging into random guestrooms saved for the less special guests, bedsprings creaking cheaply into the night; hallways that echo the filthy wet sounds of coupling. For one, it drives everyone in close radius away in almost laughable fashion and he gets amused. On the flipside, he gets dangerously alone with you.

He grabs a fistful of intricate necklaces and haphazardly pulls them over his head, his perfect fringe getting its first portion of disheveling for the night. He puts them on you instead, like it's regalia. You better hurry up and shake these hips soon if you so intend to make his dick your seat for the night.

Fingers begin to dance a courting dance as you undo the buttons of his shirt with no dangly loops of obstacle in the way. His skin is nice and warm to the touch. His pelvis all but presses back into your hands the moment you drag your weight further back his lap in order to work his belt undone.

"Don't you hate yourself sometimes for wanting my cock so much?"

He has more reason to adorn a nasty smirk than you do in the moment, but honesty is always less ugly. "Never."

His humming means a lot and nothing at all in the same time. Before he can say more, he is presented with a very tight embrace, head getting shoved into your chest as you cling to him as if the tar-black sea depths are behind your back.

"Prepare me, please… I'm scared of your big cock."

He scoffs in absurdity, recalling hushed thirsts in dark corners and declarations of it 'hurting so good'. His arms even have to fight their way out of the tight hug to comply with that wish. Deft fingers get to your spasming hole in record time as he loses no time to plunge two of them inside, pumping slowly.

You gasp and let your lips stay parted; Silvio seems concentrated in fingering you and you brush your mouth against his in the meanwhile. You trash your head away before he can get the idea you're initiating a kiss.

The blunt head of his cock rubs your hole, slipping in occasionally and making you gasp, yet he denies the entrance. Feeling in control makes him finally, finally enjoy something else than the rush of endorphins at the end of that damned act. He seats you down.

"Haah… here you go, you took it like a champ. I knew you can." He mockingly claps his hands twice or thrice, the sound of his palms coming together dry and irritating.

You squirm and make a marionette out of yourself as his cock ignites all pleasure-spot-fuses and the fire spreads. You do what is expected of you and gain sense slowly, grabbing into his shoulders for support. Slamming yourself down on him balls deep, you grind your bottom, then slowly ascent. On the fourth, fifth, sixth time, the dance gets less precise. You love it when he has to guide you, tongue clicking, warm palms on your bared ass.

You two move as one, each chasing individual peak, yet the goals meeting in the middle. Just another mutual gain deal glazed with forget hospitality, he is expert at those. At least you don't cost him much effort at this point, as you start finding his way back to him uninvited. It's a shame his dick feels better at your mercy than at anyone else's - it gets in his way when he tells himself there is nothing special to you.

Your moans spill in the night and you purposely curl them around the edges. Silvio can pick on the exaggerated ones but still marvels at the rest. You really need it bad tonight, perhaps worse than him.

"Whore."

Your answer is only to moan louder, living up to the name he gave you. He knows the way you clenched is not entirely part of the act, and smirks, repeating, "Whore."

Your hips speed up, knees brushing hurtfully even in those soft cushions. Slowing down is a must at this point if you don't want the night to be short. And it seems like you're set on your mind.

Silvio slaps your ass and his nails bite into it when you refuse to stop. His eyes are blurred with excited arouse even when he widens them in alert.

"Yours." You voice cracks around the single word and you mask it with another moan.

"I don't want to own you." he breathes heavily, hating his voice coming out strained like that, "I only own pretty things."

"Too bad owning them won't make you any less ugly."

Rage fuses with arouse as Silvio swears at you colorful words in his language that somehow you haven't heard of before.

If anyone is to see you two from afar,

They'd say you deserve each other.

Even if using all your strength, you won't able to outpower him, and it's a fact. You keep moving up and down in deranged pace that is designed to send both of you to culmination. With each rise and fall on his cock, Silvio feels like you're stepping on his throat, mocking him. He summons his mind to snap out of the pleasure of being controlled like that, he'd puke his guts afterwards if he surrenders to that ugly confession. The memory of guiding your hands to wrap around his neck shouldn't ever come to surface with a fresh example again.

It's when you bite his neck that he snaps, grabbing a harsh hold of your bottom guaranteed to leave bruises. It would be so easy to manhandle you off his cock, push your face down into the couch and have the game played by his rules. Yet, when he gets presented with that power, he doesn't know what to do with himself. You moan out submissively to him, pain numbing your cockiness - you give him control and he does nothing.

You start to wonder if he can even cum anymore while doing the old routine of fucking yet another bitch in doggy style; it's no wonder he doesn't flip you on your knees.

You can be good and help him out.

Daring, you test the restraints, nibbling on his neck. It's not like you're just now learning of his erogenous zone, but ignoring it on purpose in some of your sessions is more fun.

His hands fall off, empty palms turned upwards hanging in the air for few seconds. He fixes his grip on your waist instead, leaving you with enough room to lead the movement.

It doesn’t take much once you speed up, feeling his cock twitch and swell inside. Your hole hugs him oh so nicely, warm and tight for him alone, for a second seeming like it simply serves him.

You cum first, getting lost in your own game. The pleasure peaks and you're sincere when you call out his name. Despite your better opinion of associating Silvio with ugliness, his name sounds beautiful said out loud. Sil-vi-o. Silver tongue, seawater; salt, venom, viciousness, Silvio.

It's very married-couple-in-love of him to cum so downright simultaneously with you but here he goes. He moves you up and down when strength leaves your legs, and he fucks his cum into you like he intends to mark you inside-out. Your depths are coated thick and warm, and the profanities are almost melodic when he groans like that. You love how he gives you every last drop, not bothering to get his cock as soon as possible out of you but quite the contrary.

He looks at you after what feels like eternity but for your much-alive still, twitching sexes, it's merely seconds. His icy blue eyes bore into yours and widen with shock.

"Why are you crying?"

You snicker through the sniffles, labeling yourself as pathetic at this moment.

"Because… I love you, Silvio."

He pales.

The room becomes so still, so quiet with the lack of as much as the sound of breathing being heard. Silvio searches something more to fall from your lips in the absence of his breaths rudely interrupting you. Soon his breath runs out and he huffs out with brows knitting together, puzzled and with a storm of things to say casting on the tip of his tongue.

"Pfft."

A hitched breath.

"Ahahaha!"

Your laugh undoubtedly sounds exaggerated from the side; but your face brightens up so much as you finally release the laugher that has been building behind your lips. It's ringing merrily in the dimly lit room, and you're honestly just waiting for Silvio to shut you up but it never comes. Another set of tears stream down to wash away the ones from before, and they're born from different sources.

You better get up before Silvio remembers how to speak again. He must have been training that resting-bitch-face of his a lot, you didn't expect it to see it adorning his ugly features so soon.

Using his shoulders for balance, you get up from the gross, softened cock that gave you so much pleasure previously. Instead of making this as fast and as inconsequential as possible, you linger over him, looking down at the place where you have been joined. His cum starts to leak out, and you let it. It dirties the front of Silvio's pants while he is busy being out of his mind.

"Oh, you dirty whore."

You fight the urge to say Welcome back, Silvio, and instead roll your eyes at him. "This is getting old. Get creative."

Silvio huffs out a laugher, not knowing himself where it came from. He starts fantasizing how to take you next, but his naughty thoughts are interrupted by the sight of you fixing your clothing.

You grab into the necklaces and unceremoniously throw them at the glossy marble floor with a horrific jiggle. Their quality is put the ultimate test but no runaway beads roll underneath furniture; not that Silvio cares.

He understands what it would mean to call back to you and stop you from leaving. He can't deal with being more grossed at himself any more tonight.

Blowing a kiss behind your shoulder, you leave.

The night is still so, so damn young. Sleep would never come to him. Being alone would be agonizing. Getting his shit together and going downstairs where another high-society gathering is taking place is unthinkable. He'd puke at the sight of a flirting woman right now.

With the rage of a man deemed to suffer until his last breath, Silvio screams his lungs; the sound masking the one of a shoved down decorative table nearby. His knuckles get stupidly bruised to blood somehow and it gets on his shirt when he fixes his collar. Just great.

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