#bottom!dazai

"Mmhf!"

"Aw, what was that? Come again, my love."

He whimpered louder when your delicately manicured nails pinched his nipple, twisting them to the point where he couldn't figure out pleasure from pain. The hitachi was pressed against his clothed crotch, not moving once in that agonizingly slow setting that was enough to have him squirming, but never pushing over the edge.

He laid there helplessly. Hands tied behind his back, the rope was attached to the one that wrapped around his thighs, leaving him spread open for you and your mean hands with no form of escape. The first couple of buttons of his shirt were open, exposing smooth milky skin and pink nipples that were slowly turning red and swollen because you just refused to let up, enjoying how much he shuddered even with the gentlest caress.

"You wanted this, didn't you?" You moved the vibrator to the clothed tip, and his legs jerked, a muffled cry bouncing off the walls.

He's lost track of time now. Minutes or hours, he doesn't know anymore. He can't think. The blindfold made him all the more sensetive, and the gag made his brain foggy. All he can do is whine and take it.

He knew exactly what he was doing, and so did you. He was a womanizer, you knew that much. It's how he went by, how his clever brain always came on top because he knew ways, many ways, to get what he wanted. You already accepted it. But if he was going to flirt with the cafe lady for no fucking reason other than to piss you off, then he must've also thought about what would come after he's actually pissed you off.

"Fucking whore," you twisted his nipple between your fingers, and his back made the most beautiful arch, pretty muffled noises never stopping.

You could see little wet spot on the blindfold, right on the corner of his eyes. You would feel bad if he wasn't moaning like porn star, back arching to chase your hand as his trembling thighs spread more. He was grinding against the vibrator, he was fucking enjoying this.

You leaned down, taking one flushed nipple in your mouth as you bit down on it, while your hand still fondled with the other one, increasing the vibrations on his crotch just a tad bit.

"Mfh!" He jolted, thrashing around against the soft mattress of the bed. Your hand moved to hold him down by his hip as your mouth abused his nipple, sucking so hard he was certain something would come out.

His thighs trembled around your hand, whines growing as he jerked and trembled with each lick of your hot tongue. So much for the gag if it wasn't enough to shut him up. You pulled back, pulling the gag away as well. He panted before loud moans erupted from his chest as he threw his head back.

"Mnn b-baby...fuck!" His voices died down in a weak whimper, spit glistening his lips in the prettiest gloss.

"You never shut up, do you?" Your hand found his neck, firmly gripping it that was just enough to make his breath hitch a little.

"Please..." He managed to choke out.

"Aw, is it too much?" You cooed, now moving the vibrator up and down his clothed dick as your thumb caressed his bottom lip.

He let out a small cry, nodding. His tongue darted out to lick the pad of your thumb, his dick felt like it was on fire with the constant stimulation and no release. He desperately squirmed for something more, and his cheeks turned and even brighter shade of red then they already were when he heard your mocking chuckle.

"Should've thought about that before you decided to be a smartass, hm?"

You pulled the vibrator away entirely, leaving him panting and aching for more. He tensed up a little when you started unzipping his pants. Your warm fingers brushed against his abdomen, contrasting almost borderline uncomfortable with the cold metal of the zip, making him shiver.

"For someone so sensitive, you sure have the nerve knowing it'll have consequences." You spoke, warm breath ghosting over his twitching nipple.

"Y-you just give the most adorable reactions..." He mumbled, that infuriating cocky smirk now forming on his face once again. Like he was in any position to do so. Like he wasn't tied up and completely at your mercy right now.

You glared up at him, and for a moment there was silence. His heart was hammering against his chest, both anticipation and panic rising at your sudden withdrawal.

"Bella- ah!"

He practically screamed when your hot, sticky mouth wrapped around his entire length. He had no time to react. He was a moaning, blabbering mess as you roughly sucked him off, head moving up and down so fast like you hated him. The suction as your cheeks hollowed out sucked the soul out of him.

"Shitshitshit!" He tired to squirm away. It was overwhelming, but you held him in place.

You arms wrapped around his thighs that trembled violently, threating to close. But the ropes held them apart, shaking miserably around your head. You didn't know what he was blabbering around, but it was something along the lines of "please!" and cries from the overwhelming sensation on his poor neglected cock.

Drool dripped down the corner of his mouth, and the wet spots on the blindfold grew. His back arched and you could feel him tense up. His noises grew desperate, hips bucking up to fuck into your mouth to the best of his attempt and the worst of his self control. He was so close, right on the edge. And for a moment he thought you'd push him over, let him have it because you continued for half a second longer.

But to his demise, the moment that sweet moan escaped him, one that always came with release, you pulled back, leaving his cock twitching and aching, whines and cries echoing in the room.

"Shh," you gulped down the pre-cum that was profusely leaking form the angry red tip, hands gently cradling his balls. "Do you want the neighbours to know what a slut you are?"

You leaned down, silencing his cries with a harsh kiss, tongue traveling into his mouth. He shuddered when he tasted himself on you, mixed with your unique sweet taste that had his mouth go numb.

"You're so mean..." He mumbled when you pulled back slightly, smirking against his lips.

"Coming from the devil himself, it sounds like a compliment."

And if he wasn't so horny, wasn't so fucking painfully desperate down there, he'd chuckle as well. Yet, his dick was still stiff, twitching as it was once again exposed to the cool air. The cold breeze was enough to make him twitch, letting out small whimpers that quickly turned into a hiss once you're warm hand wrapped around his length.

"Oh..." He mewled, head thrown back as his hips bucked into your hand. "Mnn, p-please..."

Your lips traveled down to bite and suck at his neck, leaving marks that would for sure show even through the bandages. He could feel your smirk against his skin, it was humiliating. The slow up and downs of your hand on his hard cock, so gentle and delicate, had him trembling underneath you. His moans would grow more desperate whenever your thumb traced the slit, wet and slippery as the tip flushed an even deeper shade of red.

Your hand was covered in pre-cum, no friction between you and him at all. But you never picked up the maddeningly slow pace. Always keeping it nice and slow, patience was a virtue after all, right? Your other hand fondled his puffy nipple once again, warm breath tickling his ear, and you could feel him shiver after each gentle caress, each stroke, each puff of air making him go insane.

It didn't take him long to reach the edge again for the nth time. Though he has no hopes, he's grown greedy, addicted to your mean game, addicted to that feeling right when he's about to tip over. The sweet release has always been right there, his thighs trembled just thinking about it, unfiltered wanton moans coming from his sweet, spit stained lips.

"'M so- fuh- close..." He whimpered. "Please baby..." He let out a small cry, voice so unlike him, so small and desperate that had you all sticky and soaking.

"It's okay." You placed a kiss right under his ear. "Go on." Your hand stopped, still curved around his cock.

He whined, hips shaking as he thrusted upward into your hand desperately, chasing that tight coil in his stomach that was so ready to break. With a couple more messy and uncoordinated thrusts, his moans grew breathy, thighs struggled against the restraints as they tensed up, and just as he tipped over, you pulled your hand away with that cruel smirk.

"Nonono-" his voice died out in a choked cry, trembling as his orgasam hit him hard after being on edge for so long. But the sensation quickly faded away. He only felt his toes go numb, tremors running through his body from an orgasm he couldn't even feel. Only a small string of cum leaked from his still hard cock, and he cried as he humped the air in search for your hand to find some sort of relief.

He could hear you laugh menacingly, your hand moving to remove the blindfold, revealing pretty brown eyes and long lashes shining with tears that now ran down the side of his face.

"What wrong?" You tsked, tilting your head with that same mocking smirk he always gave you. "You came, didn't you?" Your thumb wiped the tears away, but more quickly followed as he whimpered, his lower half still trembling. "Isn't that what you wanted?"

He pouted, actually pouted, hips moving closer to slowly grind his painfully hard length against your thigh, a drunk red flush across his cheeks.

"Why'd you stop?" He whined.

Your smirk grew. "I said you could come, I didn't say it would feel nice."

His voice grew into small high pitched pants, spreading pre-cum over your thighs, messing up the shorts he bought because they made your ass look good.

"Haven't you had enough?" He grumbled.

"Enough?" You hands moved, one grabbed the wand again, and the other reached down to play with his balls.

A shiver ran through him, still sensitive from the orgasm, but still wanting more. His eyes slightly widened when you placed the vibrator on the tip of his dick again, not turning it on, but just a dooming presence. He gulped, the silicon becoming slick with his arousal as his nervous eyes met your absolutely amused ones.

"We're just getting started."

Click!

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Authors note:-

I'm ovulating hehe

To all the artists who make tied up dazai fanarts, i love you so much <3

Also I'm sorry if this was a bit rushed I'm so sleep deprived.

Hope y'all enjoyed this!!!

Thank you so much for reading!!

Link to the ao3 fic.

Pairing: soukoku

Additional warnings; trans!Chuuya, top!Chuuya+bottom!Dazai

Terms used to describe Chuuya’s anatomy: dick, cock

Minors DNI.

Enjoy

"Are you sure about this, Dazai?" Chuuya started, hands hovering two tantalising inches from where he desperately needed them. Dazai resists the urge to roll his eyes or whine or cry. So close to what he needs, and Chuuya chooses now to hesitate?? "We can always do this some other time—"

"Chuuya, if you don't get inside me in the next few minutes, I'll tie you up and ride you until you cry." He hisses, hands twisting tighter in the sheets around his head. Chuuya observes him for another agonising moment before huffing.

"Alright, you big baby," He teases, tone dripping in amusement. He thinks this is funny!? He's been edging Dazai since he got here, and he wants to laugh!? "Since you don't know how to be patient…"

Dazai opens his mouth to retort back— Chibi just doesn't know how to have fun— But the hands dragging his legs further open pulls an embarrassing squeak from his lips, one that quickly becomes a whine as Chuuya drags his finger over Dazai's stretched hole.

"I'll bet you thought about me, about this." Chuuya grins, far too cocky. "You did, didn't you? thought about me spreading you open with my cock, deeper than your fingers could reach?" One of Chuuya's hands grabs at his thigh, kneading the flesh as he speaks, and all of Dazai's higher brain functions have been shut offline to focus solely on breathing.

Chuuya laughs, the sound vibrating against his neck as Chuuya lavishes kisses and bites there in equal measure. "Can't even answer me, and we've barely begun." He teases, sucking a mark into the space just below Dazai's ear. He doesn't even complain about the mark being too high to fully cover with his usual bandages, breath hitching at the steady pressure applied to his hole.

Chuuya takes his cock into his hand, stroking a generous amount of lube up and down the plastic with a grin. the cock head slides over his hole for a few tantalising moments before Dazai snaps and whines, lifting one slender leg to wrap around Chuuya's waist, tugging him closer.

"Pleaseee, Chuuuuyaaaa," He whines, cupping Chuuya's cheek with a small pout. "I've been so gooood, right? Shouldn't I be rewarded?" He pulls Chuuya's face closer, pressing feather-light kisses to his cheeks, over each freckle and imperfection.

Chuuya allows the illusion of control for a moment before pulling back, hands settling on his hips with a punishing grip. "A reward, huh?" The ginger muses, rocking his hips back and forth leisurely, teasingly. "For breaking into my apartment instead of waiting nicely?"

He pushes forward, slowly working the head inside before cruelly pulling away and tearing a whine from Dazai's throat. "Hm, I think you can do better than that." He teases, trailing his hands up Dazai's chest to tweak his flushed nipples. His grin widens at the sound he pulls from Dazai. "Beg."

Dazai blanks, eyes wide and unseeing for one moment before Chuuya drags the head of his cock over Dazai's entrance again. It's like the floodgates open. "Please— Please, Chuuya— I've been so— sooo good I promise—"

Chuuya presses in with no warning, weight boring down as he grinds the head of his cock against Dazai's walls. "There we go," He groans, hands pressing hot and heavy against Dazai's hips as he pulls him down further on his dick. "Knew you could be good f'r me, god—"

Dazai hisses as Chuuya bottoms out, the stretch and fullness settling deep in his stomach as he shifts his hips back and forth slowly. "S- So, deep… chuuyaa..!" He groans, arching his back off the sheets involuntarily as Chuuya slowly pulls out until just the tip remains. His whine quickly becomes a moan as Chuuys slams back in, working up a brutal pace that leaves him seeing stars.

"God— never know when to shut up, do ya?" Chuuya snarls, grip tightening on his hips, and Dazai hopes for one, delirious moment, that he'll leave bruises. "That's alright— all ya need is a good dicking down and you shut right up." He mocks, pointedly aiming for Dazai's prostate to kick his moans up another pitch.

Dazai attempts to rock his hips down onto each savage thrust, but with Chuuys holding onto his hips as tightly as he is, he only manages to shake with each slap of hips against his own. At some point, even his moans die down to fucked out whines as his orgasm fast approaches.

"Ch- Chuuya—!" He attempts to warn, but the ginger only shushes him, kissing away his tears sweetly, a striking difference to the brutal pounding.

"It's okay, 'Samu," He pants, head coming to rest on Dazai's shoulder as his thrusts falter, as his energy wavers. "Just— let go, yeah? Be good for me, just- just—"

Dazai cuts him off with a choked whine as his orgasm washes over him, cum spurting onto his stomach in pulses. Chuuya curses and fucks him through it, sucking a few more marks onto his chest until Dazai shakes from overstimulation and cries— actually cries— for respite before he finally pulls back, hand reaching under the fake cock to rub furiously at his.

Dazai watches with awe as Chuuys comes apart above him, chest heaving and skin flushed a pretty pink. Chuuya cries out as he comes, jerking himself off through his orgasm until his body twitches with overstimulation.

He flops down against Dazai, hot breath puffing against the flushed and shiny skin of his neck.

Dazai waits a moment to speak, clearing his throat with a cough. "So… round two?"