#there’s a LOT to dig into with dazai; every single action + emotion + word MEANS something

[straymackerel]

since requests are open I’d thought I’d send something in! mafia!dazai ahem,,, “asserting his dominance” after his s/o tries to take control in bed? thank you, I really love your writing!

➽─{ahhhh thank you dearie, hope u enjoy! i default to cis female nsfw per my rules but if you wanted something else i WILL do research for it all the same 💛💛💛}─❥

warning(s): nsfw, power play, biting, edging

You instantly know something’s wrong when you climb atop of Dazai, clumsily positioning yourself in cowgirl. Not a single trace of emotion graces his face as you attempt to service yourself, shifting up and down on his hardened cock. You bounce and pounce on him but to no avail, increasingly nervous as his eyes wander to study your flawed handiwork. Setting your hands on his still-clothed chest, you try to pick up the pace, but the sensation remains lacking. He grabs your hips without warning, holding you down.

“Poor little thing doesn’t seem to know her place,” Dazai growls beneath you. You stop immediately, but that only seems to further displease him.

“Now, now. Go on, finish what you started,” he orders, eyes narrowed. Bandaged hands push your hips back and forth. “Like this. Grind on me.” He watches you closely as you rock your hips in a similar fashion, letting his shaft bury itself deep inside of you as your clit rides him. Your bundle of nerves engorges with blood, its warmth clinging onto Dazai’s. Once you find your rhythm, a soft exhale leaves you and a warm tingle flutters from your core. His fingers dig into your sides after a while of this, demanding more action.

“Change it up for me, will you?” You hesitate a moment before swiveling your hips in a rotating motion, rewarded with the swelling of his erection inside of you. As you gyrate against his pubic bone, his length rubs into your g-spot with every rotation. Your sensitivity rises as a tender pulse envelops you. Washed over with lust, your motions become heated and desperate, the noises that escape you wee and needy. He silently admires the show, watching your form gain confidence the longer it dances on his dick, but knows that something’s missing. Something he craves in every interaction, every relationship. 

Control.

Dazai’s nimble fingers quickly unbutton his shirt and loosen his tie, which he uses to wrap around your neck. Tugging at the fabric, Dazai brings you face to face with him, pulling your body down at an angle. He smirks at your surprise.

“You seem to be having a lot of fun for a mere fucktoy. Maybe I need to remind you who’s really in control,” he husks.

In this position, the mafioso thrusts into you with ease, penetrating your slick hole over and over again. His hands return to your hips, lifting you for extra room to work with. He alternates between deep and shallow plunges, teasing you with the tip of his dick and then making you swallow him whole, all the while enjoying the unabated ecstasy that’s written on your face. The erratic pattern keeps you on edge, unable to predict his movements.

Self-satisfied, Dazai steals a kiss from you, and then another, flattening your lips with hunger. Knees buckling under you, you melt into his abrupt ferocity. Your legs begin to lose all feeling as his fullness continues to lurch inside you. You hover dangerously close to his mouth, which ghosts its way up to your neck. The proximity prompts him to suck on your exposed skin, causing you to arch your back.

“S-shit. Oh, fuck.” The words tumble from you as his teeth graze your skin, nibbling you hungrily. You’ve submitted to his touch by now, unable to do much else but smother your whimpers into the mattress. The skin of your neck breaks, electricity shooting from the spot where he flicks his tongue at the blood. The pressure in your walls continues to build up even as the Mafia exec slows down, sliding in and out of your entrance in an unbearably unhurried manner.

“Osamu, please, I think I’m almost there,” you manage to choke out, nearly passing out on top of him. Cock twitching as he pulls out, he scoffs before flipping you over.

“You don’t get to cum until I say you can cum,” Dazai hisses. “Now, on your fours.”

You comply, raising your ass in the air, upper half sinking into the bed in the futile hopes of getting comfortable. When you look back, he’s pumping his dick with one hand, undoubtedly readying himself to pound you. 

This is going to be a long, long night.

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