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The adult is bound by leather, stuck in your intricate possession like a toy. His cheeks burn hotly at the truth, cock proudly standing up at the fact that he's nothing more than a child's plaything. This is where he wants to be, squashed under your foot like a disgusting bug. He's filthy trash, and everybody knows that, but especially you – his sweet 10 year old little girlfriend. His vision is obscured by a blindfold, causing his skin to shiver as he waits in anticipation.
This game of cat and mouse was ridiculously entertaining, getting his rocks off at the same time and playing with his favorite bratty little girl who wanted his blood on her hands; something he couldn't help but be fascinated by. It was just too adorable how angry you were with him. So, he allowed himself to be strapped by leather, completely nude.
A wide smirk graces Dazai's lips when he hears the buzzing, feeling his cock twitch again. As soon as he lost his sight, the smells and sounds intensified, anxiety coiling in his stomach like a snake as your tiny hand slowly, but surely reaches down, pressing the violet wand against his erection– he moans at the sudden volt of electricity, impulsively squirming. You roll your eyes. "Don't be a little bitch when you asked for this, pervert." You said, as cruel as they come.
"Right, I'm sorry." The male apologizes, his tone not sounding genuine and the fact that he's still grinning from ear to ear. "It was just surprising, that's all!" He tried to play it off as the cocky son of the bitch he was, which made you grin yourself as you tapped your chin, wondering what you could do. As soon as the idea came, you press the violet wand against his cock again, amused by the loud grunt he lets out, a mix of delicious pain and pleasure.
"You can be sorry all you want, but I'm gonna make you sorry-er!" The sound of your shrill voice aroused the ex-mafia executive in a way he couldn't ignore, eagerly waiting for whatever you had in store. With a sadistic smirk plastered on your cute little face (something he was sad to be without, but the sensory deprivation was pleasant), you adjust the frequency higher and rest it against his cockhead, laughing at the way he immediately squirms, filling up the room with a scream. Pathetic little masochist.
"Ohhh, fuuck, that really hurts, bella-" Osamu mewls, his body involuntarily twitching as to get away from the electricity you're sending up his body, but the leather holds him still, allowing him no chance to get out of the situation he's craved. "You're so confident, right? You can take it." You say, increasing the frequency, earning a bigger scream to erupt. "Awww! Look at you! Squirming like a fish out of water." You giggle, torturing him with the erotic electrostimulation toy, all of the pain making his cock swell.
"A-ah," he moans, helpless, but still trying to maintain face. Osamu Dazai wasn't one to give up control, but seeing how determined you were to make him suffer was just so amusing, and besides, he knew he had the upper hand here, but being wrapped around an elementary schoolgirl's finger was too erotic to pass up — unable to do anything but succumb to the sadistic child's wishes. You remained close to his strong, yet sexually pathetic form. "Fuuuck, this really hurts!"
The way Osamu's face contorts in euphoric pain leaves your brows knitted, genuinely surprised at how fucking weak he's being. He reacted similarly before, remembering the times you shot him or stabbed him, and all the weird sex torture endeavors you two get up in, but this leaves your mouth agape, breath hitching at the way he screams and whines, all just because of a little electricity being sent up his cock. "God, you're pathetic," you giggle again, relishing in the sweet power you have over a grown man. It's too good. "You're crying out like a little bitch!"
Your mocking leaves him a drooling mess, the blindfold heightening every sensation — and that includes lust, stomach twisting and turning and coiling at the cold metal you're pushing against the most sensitive part of his body, merciless with your treatment. Just the way he likes it. Osamu gasps, and moans. "That's it, belladonna, mock me more." His voice is breathless, crying out again as the voltage increases. Fuck. It was fucking phenomenal. He swore you were going to kill him, and that excited him more— afterall, electrocution was another way to commit suicide, and dying from getting his own damn length shocked was a marvelous way to go out, all delivered from his little helper!
His brain was getting cloudy, and he didn't know if it was how much it hurt, or how utterly wonderful the way you kept shocking his cock over and over again. Osamu couldn't even put the euphoria into words, he wishes he could see the way your lips pull into a smirk, and the way your adorable perfect-for-blowjobs eyes scorned him. "Ugh, of course you're still acting like that, even when a 10 year old little girl has you bound and electrified. You're fucking hopeless and you know that, freak." You spit.
His cock burns from the heat as you shock him more, and he smiles at the fact at how happy you seem with the violet wand toy, causing his stomach to tighten at all the other ways you could torment him with it— maybe even on you? Osamu's grin widens, and like so many times before, his vision spots and blackens, all while shooting hot sticky ropes of cum over the metallic toy.