#bottom fyodor

He pulls back his chest heaving to take in air "It's a good cock, that just so happens to be attached to my worst enemy. But it's a very Very nice cock." He answers as he toys with the head and slit. His accent thicker and his eyes heavier than when they'd started.

Your cock hit so deep in him he had never had the desire to have a womb before now but God did he want your children to feel that kind of fullness wold be bliss. He wanted you to cum so deep inside him that even though he physically didn't have the parts for it you'd still some how get him pregnant. God he wanted to spend his days as Breeding stock for you. Living his life to be fucked again and again.

It'll take a moment for you to get back to your seat. In that time, he quietly and swiftly grabs the sweater you had left on the back of your chair and takes his leave with the satisfaction of knowing no one saw him.

He leaves swiftly back to the apartment he's rented a floor below yours. The door shut and locked. The soft glow of computer screens shows various cameras hidden throughout your apartment. He feels the texture of the sweater, noting the type of textures you prefer. He holds it carefully before pressing his face into it the combination of laundry detergent, deodorant, fragrance, soap, and various other scents that come together to make the fragrance notes of you.

He slides down the door to his knees, the image of you seeing him with your sweater, the punishment of "borrowing" from you. The thought of being discovered the anger you'd have the contempt, it makes him shudder. He'd love to be at your mercy no matter what that led to as long as he got to be near you. Maybe you'd have pity on him. Maybe you'd let him act as your servant. His hand drifts down to press against his aching cock imagining it was you stepping on him instead. The way you'd watch with amusement as he debased himself for scraps of attention from you.

Even despite how oily and greasy it is when by all means, his hand should be slipping out of Fyodor's hair he has him in such a tight grip, and it burns. It burns so nicely... if this is what sinning feels like then he'll be a sinner for the rest of his fucking life. Dazai pushes Fyodors head into the mattress holding him down his body weight on his head as he fucks into him with absolutely no regard for Fyodors satisfaction or pain, he's just a toy to be used and fucked and he loves it.

Maybe it's the celibacy the fact that he's hundreds of years old and no one has ever fucked him or maybe it's just that he's really a cockslut or maybe it's both, but Fyodor momentarily debates throwing his plans away just to be able to have Dazai's hands in his hair and cock in his hole for the rest of eternity.

Now for X Reader

The only thing Fyodor can focus on is your fist in his hair. The pinpricks of each strand of hair being yanked back, forcing his back into an arch like a taunt bow. "And here I thought you were the high and mighty Demon Fyodor, in reality the only thing that's holy about you is your need for cock." You laugh as you taunt him. Fyodors mind is to far gone to respond to you only focused on your dick in him and the death grip you have on his hair.

Even despite how oily and greasy it is when by all means, your hand should be slipping out of his hair you have him in such a tight grip, and it burns. It burns so nicely... if this is what sinning feels like then he'll be a sinner for the rest of his fucking life. You push Fyodor's head into the mattress holding him down with your body weight on his head as you fuck into him with absolutely no regard for his satisfaction or pain, he's just a toy to be used and fucked and he loves it.

The metal rod went in slowly. "Fyodor, my love, you have to relax. Otherwise, it'll hurt." You could see his eyes squeezed shut as the rod was almost fully inserted and then relaxed as best he could. "It is... unpleasant... and foreign, " he says in as level a tone as he can manage. You coo softly in an attempt to comfort him. "It's almost there, Fedya. You're wonderful for letting me do this, darling." You finish inserting it and are rewarded as the rod settles against his prostate directly. "All done, it's in, darling." Fyodor tenses and nods, keeping his face as blank as possible.

You pull the rod out and push it back in, and his carefully constructed mask of blank disinterest vanishes as he shudders and whimpers. "Good, you're doing so well." You toy with the sounding rod gently pulling it up and pushing it back in relishing in his punched out little whimpers.

His pride keeps him from giving in and just enjoying it. After watching him and just enjoying his facial expressions you wrap your hand around his cock and stroke it as you. "Myshka... Ngh, my love, More." It makes you smile knowing he's enjoying himself, that's half the fun, "It would be my pleasure darling"

You speed up still careful not to hurt him but one hand pushes and pulls the sounding rod and the other squeezes and twists around his cock. His quiet whimpers and shuddering body make you proud. It doesn't suprise you when he cums around the sounding rod. He's always been fairly easy to get to an orgasm. His moans are something that borders on delicate and as his orgasm fades his body goes limp against the sheets.

He was struggling to escape your grip, not really afraid but more angry. He was too weak to fight you off physically. He trembles as he tries to flee. Your cock pistoning into his tight hole. He manages to push himself out of the water, making you laugh as he struggles to hold himself up on the slippery marble lip of the font. After taking his skinny wrists in one hand and then shoving his head under the water again with the other you shift him so his toes are the only part of him touching the floor and then go back to brutally fucking him. He's left writhing and the fear kicks in as his lungs scream in pain at the lack of air. The way you fuck him like you hate him makes him want to cum but he can't he needs more, after all you're fucking him like hes a toy with no care for his own satisfaction.

When you shift to finally abuse his prostate, his body trembles, going weak he no longer tries to fight back, too lost in fear and pleasure. He's struggling to stay conscious with the lack of air. When you pull his head up above the water so he can breathe, he takes in gasping breaths, moans interspersed alongside them. "Think you can keep quiet, Father?" You ask cruelly. "Imagine what your parish would do if they knew you weren't just a sinner but a common whore." Before he can argue and fight back you push his head under the water again his head pressed against the bottom of the marble basin as his body weakly twitches. You pet the back of his neck with your thumb as you pull harder on his pretty black hair. Fucking him against the font with only your pleasure in mind. Once you cum deep inside him you let him fall to the floor in a heap and start putting yourself back together.

Father Fyodor weakly crawls over to you, drenched in water and trembling. His eyes wide as he throws away his pride. "Please- c-can I..." You cut him off with a laugh "aww did my holy fuck toy not get to cum? How sad. Tell you what, you can use my boot but that's all you get." There's a look of hesitation in his eyes as you lean back against a pew offering him your boot.

He crawls forward and positions himself so he can grind against your leg like a mutt. He hides his face in shame against your thigh before you yank his head back by his hair "Look at me when I'm being so generous to you Father." Fyodor looks up at you weakly his hips stuttering as he grinds faster trying to get it over with. "You should thank me." Fyodor closes his eyes before forcing out a garbled "Thank you" He then pauses and looks at you before whimpering "Need... more." You smirk and wrap a hand around his throat. "You need to feel like your dying is that right slut? Don't worry I can do that for you." Fyodor's body tenses as he cums on your boot his eyes rolling back in his head. "Father~" you sing, bringing him back to the present. "You made quite a mess. Why don't you make your God proud and clean it up." You say smiling sadisticlly "Though I hardly think we should waste it." Fyodors eyes widen at the implications but leans down and kitten licks at the cum covering your shoe.