you slowly pushed your strap into dazai, tightening your grip around his neck as you bottomed out. he threw his head against the pillows as much as he could with your hands around his throat, trying to force a pitchy moan out from his lips. the brunet reached up to your wrists, not signaling for you to stop, but to press harder. he grinned stupidly, lips tingling as his oxygen was mostly cut off. “not gonna hurt you, osamu.” you loosened your grip on his neck, which he pouted in response to but stayed silent. you slowly started to rock your hips back and forth, trying to find that sweet spot inside him. dazai eventually let out a sharp whine, making it obvious you found the spot you were looking for. he bit his lip in an attempt to stay quiet. on of your hands went to his chin, gently opening his mouth. “don’t stay silent, baby.” you murmured and looked right into his eyes. they were big and brown and glassy, they looked much more like they belonged to a lost puppy than someone like him. the blunt head of your strap kissed his prostate again, but this time, he let himself moan. “there it is..” you cooed, stroking his face with one hand. “you’re so pretty, y’know?” then, finally, you gave in, and the grip around his throat grew harder.

chuuya groaned when your thumb brushed over the head of his cock, pressing up against just the right spots. he bit his lip, narrowed his eyes, and grasped onto the sheets. his face was painted with tears of frustration that kept on flowing down his cheeks as you made him cum over and over. “you’re killing me.” he whimpered, strands of his long hair sticking to his cheeks with the tears that covered them. “quiet, angel,” you murmured, speeding your hand up a little. “you can take it.” your response pushed muttered curses out of his lips, just to be cut off by obscenely pornographic sounds. chuuyas eyes rolled back into his skull as his cock twitched, clearly near his peak. “mm.. m’close… so close..” he sniffled, throwing his head back onto the bed and his pretty hair fanned out pillows. all that left him was a breathy “oh fuck,” before he came, coating his tummy with the warm fluid. his head was fuzzy from the stimulation, and he was finding it hard to even think straight. he whined when your hand started to go up and down again, just to build him up and break him down. again.

fat tears dripped down jouno’s lashes as you made him cum for what felt like the 50th time. the only reason he hadn’t wiped them away was because his hands were too busy grasping on the sheets for support. he bit his lip, determined not to let any noises fall out of his mouth. it was painfully humiliating. your hand running up and down his cock, making him cum over and over and over. he was beginning to get lightheaded, mind foggy from the sheer amount of stimulation you were forcing onto him. “doing so well, aren’t you saigiku?” you murmured, stroking his hair with your unoccupied hand. he refused to respond, and choked back a moan. “i fucking- hate you-“ he groaned, cock twitching pathetically in your hand. you giggled, and rubbed your thumb over the tip of his cock with a little extra pressure. “shh… you know that’s not true..” your words only made jouno bit down on his lip even harder. it was clear he was about to cum again, judging by the way he was starting to pant. when he did finally climax, the pleasure forced his mouth open to let a pitchy moan tumble out, followed by more panting and a scowl. he pressed his lips shut again, and sighed a little a ‘fuck’ when your hand started to move again. he knew that wasn’t going to be his last orgasm of the night.

“mmngh… hic- y’so mean to me…- please…- hic… so mean…” dazai mumbled, tears running down his puffy cheeks when he sobbed. “wanna cum…- hic…-” he looked like he was about to fall apart if you didn’t let him climax. “not yet, darling. you can take it..” you cooed, kissing his cheek. his cock was just as much of a mess as he was, dripping precum from his pretty tip and twitching every time your hand went up and down on it. he whined something incoherent, back curving into an arch of pleasure. you squished his cheeks and rubbed his sensitive tip with your thumb, earning a pitchy moan from him. “mean.” he repeated. dazai pouted and gave you puppy eyes, but that only made you want to ruin him more. he just stared up at you with his glassy eyes, trying to make them as wide and pathetic as possible to guilt you into letting him cum. his efforts were useless, and you shook your head, before kissing him on the cheek again. “shh… baby….not yet… shh…” you hushed. dazai wailed at your words, tears were now streaming down his pretty face, and his legs were shaking profusely. “ask nicely for it, osamu.” his pout grew and his cock throbbed in your hand. “please… hic-…wanna cum s’bad… pl- hic- let me cum…” he mumbled, weakly trying to buck his hips up into your hand. “good boy… go on, baby.. cum for me...” dazai didn’t have to be told twice, and immediately released after you spoke. warm sticky ropes of cum oozed from his aching cock, coating his heaving stomach. he was panting, lightheaded, and dizzy. “hic…mgh…” his eyelids fluttered, but didn’t close all the way. he was happy, but not completely content yet. “wan’ another… please…”

dazai sniffled, mumbling incomplete sentences under his breath. your hand found its way into his hair, giving it a little tug and forcing a whine out of him. “mmh… god…” he sobbed. he was crying so hard it seemed like he was about to throw up, his chest heaving, eyes red and watery, and cheeks puffy and wet with tears. he let out a sweet hiccup when your strap hit his prostate and arched his back almost violently. “you can take it, angel…” you leaned down to whisper in his ear, hot breath warming his kiss-stained neck. dazai shook his head desperately, wordlessly denying your statement with a choked out sob. “n-no… too much…” he squeezed his eyes shut. his hand shakily reached up to wipe away his tears, but it went limp when you hit his prostate again. “you’ll take it, osamu… you’ll take what i give you.” he was too tired to fight back, and just let himself get fucked. his lips parted and a relatively content moan fell out, but the tears didn’t stop. they didn’t stop for the rest of the night.