ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ multifandom sub!character blog ᯽ nsfw ᯽ 18+ !
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ currently writing most for jjk, bsd, bllk, csm + kny !
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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ jjk, bsd, bllk + kny
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ also write lots of self-indulgent stuff w/ namgyu (sg), yuma + nicholas (&team) and beomgyu (txt)
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷i will def write for other fandoms/characters as well if requested!
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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ currently writing for kinktober !!
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ @yumnyaangie is my sideblog, i mostly reblog stuff i like there :3
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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ alexis ness ᯽ fyodor dostoevsky ᯽ okkotsu yuuta ᯽ sigma ᯽ nam-gyu ᯽ mahito ᯽ bachira meguru ᯽ ji-yeong ᯽ kim seo-wan ᯽ geto suguru ᯽ viktor ᯽ shigaraki tomura ᯽ vincent law ᯽ sevika ᯽ dazai osamu ᯽ hayakawa aki ᯽ agatsuma zenitsu
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ &team!! ᯽ bungo stray dogs ᯽ jujutsu kaisen ᯽ blue lock ᯽ demon slayer ᯽ squid game ᯽ ergo proxy ᯽ alien stage ᯽ all of us are dead ᯽ arcane ᯽ daily dose of sunshine ᯽ chainsaw man ᯽ alice in borderland ᯽ txt ᯽ p1harmony ᯽ tokyo ghoul
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ˏˋ°•*🕸 A/N ♰ teehee enhypen song title. read the warnings, if you don't like intox don't read it.˚⊹. ࣪𓉸 ࣪⊹˚.
Dazai is always a handful to deal with when he’s drunk. Sometimes he’ll be a mess, crying and wailing over painful memories of his past, almost inconsolable, begging you not to leave him no matter how many times you insist that you won’t. Other times, he’ll be giggly, tripping over his feet, knocking things over, making a fool of himself to get your attention. But the worst times (for your sanity) are when he’s horny drunk. Like tonight.
Dazai is currently flopped on your bed, rutting his clothed cock against your thigh, shuddering at the feeling, not caring that his pre-cum is smearing all over the inside of his boxers, practically having soaked through them.
You sigh heavily, dropping your head against the pillow. The task you’ve been attempting – getting Dazai changed into pajamas – is not going very well.
“‘Samu, please. Can you lift your arms up for me?”
“Haah, c-can’t,” Dazai pants, burying his head in your neck. “Please…been thinking ‘bout you the whole night…jus’wanted t'get home ‘nd touch you……nnnnngh…” Dazai slips his hand under your shirt, instantly grabbing at your right tit, moaning as he squeezes it in his hand. “Fuck…please, m’so hard…w-wanna have sex…” Dazai is babbling himself into a frenzy as he rubs himself against you.
“No, puppy. Not gonna have sex with you right now,” you state firmly, trying to pull your thigh away from him, to no avail.
“Whattt? W-Why not?” The way Dazai’s big brown eyes shoot up to you, watery and hurt, and his lower lip starts to wobble, truly almost does you in. You have to squeeze your eyes shut and breathe in through your nose, practicing your self-restraint. Reminding yourself that he practically had to be carried to your door by Kunikida and Atsushi, each supporting one arm, given how much he had drank at their little office party.
You had tried to get Kunikida to tell you exactly how much he drank, but the blonde man had just shrugged, annoyed, telling you he didn’t know. Apparently, three mixed drinks and one shot in, Dazai’s focus had shifted from trying to find creative ways to irritate Kunikida to slumping on his chair, babbling about missing you and needing to see you, and Kunikida had stopped paying attention to his coworker from that point on.
“D’you hate me?” Dazai slurs, his eyes already brimming with tears.
“My gosh, no, baby,” you laugh, ruffling his mussed up hair, “love you so so much. But you’re way too drunk.”
“Nnnnh,” Dazai whines, not liking this answer, and pushes his hips against you again, his eyes fluttering half shut at the feeling. You clench your fist and try not to think about how sensitive the alcohol has clearly made him. “Ahh…fffuck…d-didn’even drink that much, t-though…”
“Yea you did, I can tell. S’okay, puppy, I still love you. And we can still cuddle, if you work with me to get changed–”
“B-But I don’ wanna cuddle… m’too hard…it hurts…”
You grit your teeth, trying to look anywhere but into his teary eyes, or at the outline of his cock pressing against your leg, a wet spot already having formed on his pants from his precum soaking through.
“Okay, well…I can leave the room for a bit if you need to touch yourself?”
“No!!” Dazai quickly shakes his head back and forth, grabbing your sleeve in a panicked motion. “Please, I…p-please, no…don’leave…can’t be alone right now…we can cuddle,” Dazai clings onto you desperately, rubbing his head against your cheek in an adorable motion. “Wanna cuddle, please, don’t needa touch myself…wan'chu t’stay…”
You laugh at Dazai’s intense reaction, kissing him gently on the tip of his nose, and then on his lips. Dazai sighs into the kiss, and you pull away softly after a minute, stroking his cheek. He’s so flushed, and his deep, brown eyes are so glassy and unfocused. God, how much did he drink?
“Okay, angel, calm down. I’ll stay.”
You kiss him on the cheek and pull him into your side, decidedly giving up on the idea of changing him into pajamas. Dazai snuggles against you, wrapping one leg around you.
You get maybe a minute of peace, trying to ignore Dazai’s cock twitching against your leg, before he starts to softly hump it against you again. He tries to keep it subtle, but he can’t control the whine that bubbles up in his throat at the friction. You sigh heavily, and he tries to fight the haze in his brain to think of a convincing point.
“B-but, y’know…I was jus’ drinking because it was our office party…Kunikida a-nd-hic-Atsushi are drunk too…and R-Ranpo…we all wen’ out for drinks t’gether…”
You raise an eyebrow at your boyfriend, struggling to follow his logic. “Okay? Does it look like I’m planning to have sex with Kunikida or Atsushi?”
Dazai looks outraged at the idea, as if it wasn’t his drunken logic that led to the question.
“Nooo…p-please donn’t…o-only s’posed to have sex with me….”
“Of course I won’t, ‘Samu," you laugh, "I’m all yours.” You frown at Dazai after a minute, though, seeing the genuine confusion and hurt in his eyes behind his somewhat playful pout, and you plant a gentle kiss on his lips. “Hey, look at me. I love having sex with you, you know that. This had nothing to do with not wanting you." You feel better as you watch the anxiety leave his eyes, his tense shoulders relaxing. "Love you so much. You’re just too drunk to know what you want right now.”
“Nnnn…s‘not true…want you.. so bad..” Dazai buries his face in your neck, gently sucking on your skin there. He tightens the leg wrapped around you, scooching up a bit, picking a new spot on your hip to hump his cock against. He moans into your neck, right under your ear, panting softly at the feeling. Each pant is punctuated by a quiet, breathy whimper. His breathing against your skin gives you goosebumps, testing your self-restraint, and you bite your lip harder.
“I know, ‘Samu. And if you still want me in the morning, we can have sex then, okay? As much as you want.”
“.. ‘course I’ll still wanchu in the morning,” Dazai whines softly into your ear, “always want you.”
“Good. Then you can wait until then, yeah?”
Dazai pouts again, a few tears spilling over his lash line, and you force yourself to look away so you don’t cave when he cries.
“Dazai,” you say more sternly, patience running thin, hoping calling him by his last name will snap him out of it.
He looks a bit taken aback, but persists anyway. “B-but mom-my I-…*sniffle* I..”
“You what?”
“it rreally hurts…i need you mommy…” he mumbles, before breaking, letting out a soft cry into your neck. “plllease, i t-trust you…c-cant sleep like this. dunno what to do…”
Something in you snaps. You groan, throwing your head back, before you turn to him, roughly grabbing a fistful of his fluffy, brown hair in your hand, tugging his head back so he’s forced to look up at you.
Dazai’s eyes blow wide at this, and he moans loudly, his tummy flipping, more blood rushing south.
“Fuck, baby. You’re really not making this easy for me, are you?”
Dazai nods his head, starting to drool at the feeling of being manhandled by you, cock twitching hard in his pants.
“Haa-aahh…pllleasse–oh fuck, please touch me… wan’your hand…*hic*ple-ease, I’ll do anything…”
“Yeah? You don’t want my mouth, puppy?”
Dazai whimpers at the idea of your warm mouth wrapped around his sensitive tip, but still shakes his head.
“Nnnnh…nuh-uh…w-...wan’chu ta talk to me…” he slurs, grabbing your free hand that’s not laced through his hair and bringing it down to his aching cock, closing your fingers around it under his.
Dazai hardly has time to process the pleasure that radiates through him at the contact before you yank your hand away from his cock, slapping him clean across the face.
The moan that rips itself from his throat could have come from a pornstar, and he stares at you, open-mouthed, panting, face painted with shock.
“No. Bad puppy,” you grip his hair harder, swinging a leg over him to straddle his lap, slipping a finger under the bandage around his neck and using it to draw his face in close to yours, so your lips are brushing against each other. Dazai doesn't think he's ever been more turned on, his breath coming out in sharp little pants. “If you want me to touch you so bad, you’re gonna sit still and be good. You don’t get to just grab my hand and put it where you want. Are we clear?”
“Yes ma’am,” Dazai gasps out with no hesitation, nodding as best as he can through your tight grip on his hair. “M’sorry, fuck…jus' got excited, y'make me so excited–” he tries to press his lips against yours, and you pull him back ever so slightly by his hair, tutting at him.
“What did I just say? Are you listening, or just thinking with your dick?”
“haah…ow…m'sorry...pleaase…c-can I kiss you? Please?”
“Good boy,” you coo, rewarding him by loosening your grip on his hair, allowing his lips to melt into yours. Dazai can hardly think, so intoxicated by the feeling of it (and the alcohol).
“Thank you,” he pants between kisses, “thankyou, b-been waitin’ t’see you all night-ngh~”
Dazai practically cries with relief when you finally pull him out of his pants, helping him kick them off, resisting the urge to tease him for the massive wet spot on his boxers. Not that he'd be able to feel humiliated at this point, anyway; he's way too far gone.
“Pleeease,” he slurs, hips bucking into the air, “please touchme, please—ahh~”
Dazai keens as you wrap your hand around his aching cock, his head slamming back against the headboard, jaw going slack. “Oh fuck, ohmygod…”
You stare at his hard cock, eyes blown, marveling at the sheer amount of precum that’s coating it – so much that if you didn’t know any better, you might’ve thought he’d already came in his pants. Not to mention how flushed and sensitive he is.
“God damn, what did you ask for in your drinks at that party? Viagra?”
Dazai shakes his head, your joke flying right over it. “Jus’ miss you–m-missed you so much. Ngh- p-please, cn’you ride me?”
Forgetting his earlier promise, Dazai’s hands fall to your hips, weakly trying to pull you up on his lap so you’re pressed against his cock.
“No, puppy, not until you’re sober. Jus’ be happy I’m touching you, okay?”
You shift up on his lap anyway, tightening your grip on his cock, and Dazai seems to accept your answer, his eyes fluttering shut at the pleasure. “Ha–aah…okay, mommy…shit, I…can I hug you?”
“Of course, baby, c’mere.” you open your free arm and Dazai throws his arms around your shoulders, slumping into you, breathing in your scent and feeling himself relax. You giggle softly to yourself, knowing that he wouldn’t have been able to handle a minute of you riding him in this state, despite what he wants.
After a minute or two of stroking him at a steady pace, you notice that your boyfriend has been uncharacteristically quiet, aside from the shaky moans he’s been letting out, and you pull back ever so slightly to look at his face.
“Osamu? You alright, angel?”
Dazai looks at you with hearts in his eyes through the haze of his intoxication, so relaxed and out of it, eyes slightly teary, and lips slightly wet from drooling on your shoulder. You slow down your strokes, lifting your free hand to gingerly wipe at his mouth, before gently kissing away the couple of tears that have fallen down his cheek.
“Hey. You still with me, love?”
Dazai nods, whining at the way your pace has slowed, and rocks himself up into your hand a bit. “M-hmm. M’here. ‘Jus sleepy. P-please–” Dazai hiccups, pressing his forehead against yours. “please don’stopp, it fffeels good~”
“Okay baby, not gonna stop. Jus’ relax. I’m right here.”
Thinking it’s probably time to wrap this up with how sleepy and out of it he looks, you speed up your pace, concentrating your strokes around his tip. Dazai jerks under you, moaning against your mouth, his eyelids half-closed.
“Mommyyy,” he slurs, gripping your shoulders a bit harder, “ffeels good…c-can I cum f’you?”
“Of course, love, go ahead. You’ve been so good. Cum for me, pretty, let me see you fall apart for me.”
“Nnngh-” Dazai nods, whimpering louder. “Thankyou~ hah...I–...m’gonna…nnnngh…g-gonna cum for you mommy, gonna–ah-”
Dazai’s eyes roll to the back of his head, his jaw falling slack as he relaxes his tummy and just lets his orgasm wash over him. His pretty cock spurts his thick seed all over the two of you while you press kisses onto face and whisper gentle praises to him, quite pleased with how quickly he came, and how little fuss he put up about you not riding him.
He really is so beautiful- there's something so blissful about watching his delicately handsome features contract in pleasure, all because of you. You love how sweet and pliant he is for you, how sensitive, how trusting he is of you; you couldn't ask for anything more.
Dazai cums for over half a minute, not stopping until his release is dripping down the side of your hand, pooling on the bed beneath you. He came so hard that some of it had almost hit his face, his neck and upper chest decorated in ropes of white. The poor thing must have been so painfully worked up; no wonder he couldn’t just go to sleep.
Dazai slumps into you when he's finished, gasping for air, his over-sensitive cock twitching in your hand.
“thankyouu-hah- thankyousomuch. I love you. M’ssorry f’being pushy,” Dazai plants soft kisses against the dip where your shoulder meets your neck, shuddering from that way your hand still hasn’t slowed to a complete stop.
“S’okay, baby, I know. You’re okay. I love you, too. Even though you’re a handful,” You playfully ruffle Dazai’s now-sweaty hair, kissing the top of his head.
Dazai’s soft giggle is cut off with a broken whine as his body jerks from over-sensitivity. “Y-You’re…still movin’ your hand,” he murmurs.
“i know. Is it too much?” You whisper back.
Dazai whimpers, nuzzling against your neck. “S’never too much…f-feels good…but i...m'gonna get hard again...thought you–nnh–wanted t'go to bed?”
You smile into the darkness of the room, thinking about the risk of being woken up in an hour or two by Dazai grinding against your butt, begging for round two, not having gotten all of it out of his system.
“What do you think, puppy? Can you give me one more? Make sure you sleep through the night?”
Dazai nods eagerly, far too dazed to argue, the familiar tight heat already pooling in his tummy again.
Nagi Seishiro can be such a pillow princess. When he's all sleepy after soccer practice, he's too lazy to lift a finger - even to get himself off.
He'll be lazily humping himself against your leg, curled into your side, propped up on his elbow as he plays one of his mobile shooter games on his phone. His tongue is poking out in concentration, and every now and then he'll let out soft little noises when you shift and your thigh moves against him.
You won’t be paying him much attention, engrossed in your own phone, as this is pretty normal behavior from him after a long day.
After a particularly strong roll of his hips and a frustrated little whine leaving his mouth, you’ll giggle, glancing up at him from your phone.
“Sei, do you wanna have sex?”
Nagi will bite his lip softly, before shaking his head almost imperceptibly, eyes not leaving his game. “Nnh...Sounds like a lot of work. M’too tired today…”
You laugh again, resting your hand atop his head and scratching lightly at his scalp through his soft, white hair, making his eyes flutter a bit.
“Okay, hun. Just askin’ ‘cause you’ve been rubbing your dick against me for a half hour now.”
Nagi whines, pressing against you a little harder.
“Y-Yeah, cause m’hard…”
“I can feel that,” you tease him. “Do you wanna do anything about it?”
Nagi will whine again, as if exasperated by his own body’s needs and their insistence upon tearing him away from the blissful act of bedrotting with you. He looks up at you with his big, grey eyes, and that sleepy little pout on his face that renders you unable to say no to him.
“Can you do it?” he blinks at you hopefully, then adds a soft “please?”
Of course you give in. How are you supposed to resist him?
Nagi will whine again when you ask him to lift his hips for you, huffing as he reluctantly does so.
“Oh, I know, such an inconvenience,” you tease him as you pull his shorts down his hips, freeing his hard cock, which smacks against his tummy. “Did I bother my sleepy little princess by asking him to move a muscle? My poor baby,” you pout at him sarcastically, and you maybe would’ve missed the way he bites into his bottom lip and whimpers softly at your words, if it weren’t for his cock noticeably jumping at the same time.
“Does that turn you on?” You raise an eyebrow at him as you wrap a hand around his aching cock, and Nagi lets out a long breath, jaw falling open in a moan as his phone falls from his hands. “You like when I baby you? When I tease you for being my spoiled little princess? Huh?”
Nagi nods, throwing himself over you like a koala, his right leg wrapped over your tummy, his hips pressing against yours in a way that effectively renders your hand unable to move. You chuckle again at his antics, struggling to pull your hand out from between you, making him whine as he rolls his hips into you. It's times like this when you're reminded that your boyfriend is 6'3", well-built, and not easy to manhandle, despite his behavior.
“Shiro, baby, y'can't just slump on me like this. I can’t even move my hand."
At least you expected the dramatic whine he lets out this time. You can read his mind – so much work – as he lifts his hips a bit and tilts them to the right, leaving his aching cock poking out between both of your tummies.
So cute, you think, as you wrap your hand back around it. “Theeere you go,” you murmur to him, watching as his eyes roll back. Nagi moans, softly rocking himself into your hand as he cozies up to you, nuzzling his head into your neck.
“Jus’ wanted to cuddle while we do it,” he whispers against your ear, and your heart clenches at how adorable he is.
“I know, baby. Does it feel good?”
He nods into your neck, his voice coming out soft and shaky when he answers. "Uh-huh. K-keep going."
You let him stay right there, cuddled into your side, eyes closed, soft noises of pleasure spilling from his lips as you stroke him. It’s moments like these when you can appreciate how much Nagi trusts you – he knows he doesn’t need to be the same monster that he is on the field when he’s alone with you. He lets himself be soft, pliant, even lazy, because he knows you’ll take care of him.
Nagi doesn’t warn you when he’s close, but you know the signs; the way his leg tightens around you, and his breathing picks up, each huff against your skin punctuated by a soft, whimpery noise. You press your thumb right below his tip, rubbing in a firm circle.
“You close, Sei?”
“Uh-huh,” he mutters, fingers coming to grasp at the material of your sweater, “gonna cum.”
You kiss the top of his head gently. “Go ahead, love.”
Nagi’s body tenses against yours, and with a couple more strokes, he lets go with a shudder, spilling all over your fist and both of your tummies, gasping into your neck at the pleasure that courses through him as your hand mostly stills, just squeezing him in gentle pulses to get him through it.
Nagi slumps against you when he’s finished, panting heavily as your clean hand rubs up and down his back in soothing motions.
“There ya go. S’that better, Sei?” You whisper to him, and he nods, whimpering softly, and plants a kiss on your neck. “Poor thing, you were hard for so long. Jus’ waiting for me to do something, huh? My big baby.”
“Love you~” he slurs, nuzzling into you harder.
“I love you, too.”
For a couple minutes, you’re able to ignore the warm, sticky sensation of Nagi’s cum decorating your stomach in favor of stroking his fluffy hair and letting him bask in the afterglow, finally able to fully relax after his long day.
Only for so long, though.
“Okay, Sei, time to get cleaned up. I’ll cuddle you after we take a shower, ok?”
Silence.
“Seishiro?”
Then you hear it – a soft snore coming from your boyfriend’s figure, slumped deadweight on top of you. You lift your hand to your face with a sigh and spread your fingers, watching his thick cum web between them as you debate with yourself whether you’d rather put up with another hour of being sticky and wet, or the whiny fit Nagi is bound to throw if you wake him up and drag him to the bathroom.
So much work.
-ˋˏ᯽ a/n: had to get this out of my head! i love nagiii i love sleepy boys who can't do anything for themselves and just wanna get taken care of <3 ....so much more bllk stuff in the works btw like 10+ ness drabbles in drafts...also ppl who've requested stuff tysm i love u & i'll get to it soon!!
guysss...i'm so hyperfixated on blue lock and chainsaw man rn... i promise i'll finish kinktober when i get the time this month but ooooh boy i have so much yummy stuff in the works for bllk and csm just you wait!!
anyways plsss send thirsts/requests for bllk + csm!! need to talk abt them more hehe :3
specifically revolving around ness (loml♡♡♡), bachira, reo, nagi, and aki, denji, and angel hehehe but i'll write for most ppl!
(p.s. saw the csm movie in theaters this weekend and i'm still recovering even tho i alr read the manga agghh)
with your body kneeled in between ness' legs, your fingers are wrapped around his dick, moves making a slick! sound due to the amount of pre-cum leaking from his pretty tip, down his shaft and onto your hand. his hips stutter and buck up, desperately thrusting up into your fist as sultry moans spill from his plump lips, your name like a mantra on his tongue.
"o–oh my god, baby, don't stop–so close!" he begs you with tears accumulated on those puppy eyes, chest heaving due to all his panting and bangs sticking to his forehead, the edges of his fluffy hair soaked in sweat.
you just watch the way he falls apart just from your hand alone without saying anything, an amused grin on your lips as you make sure to rub your thumb against his slit whenever you reach the bulbous head of his cock, his whines music to your ears.
he looks so cute, the red on his cheeks spreading to his neck and reaching his freckles painted shoulders, droplets of sweat sliding down his chest and nipples poking out, abdomen contracting restlessly. you scoop closer to him, free hand caressing his locks and lips touching his cheekbone, trailing a way of gentle kisses down his face, neck and collarbone. sucking hickeys on his immaculate skin, you lick the bruises willingly, the whimpers alexis lets out being your fuel to keep going, dragging your mouth towards his perked buds, the fingers previously tangled in his hair now tweaking one of his cute nipples as your tongue flick the other.
"f–feels so good, gonna c–come!" ness throws his head back in pleasure, hands fisting the sheets and throat sore from moaning, his dick feels like it could explode at any time with how good you make him feel, the tug of your warm palm against his length, constantly teasing the tip along with the stimulation on his chest are enough to get him over the edge. "'m cumming–!!!!"
it happens absurdly fast, one moment he is melting due to the mind-blowing pleasure, his load so intense he's sure it's gonna land on your breasts when he shoots – he's so excited to see it like a damn pervert – and then his whole body is shaking in pain, cum spilling weakly from his tip down his throbbing cock and dirtying his aching balls, your hand long gone from his shaft and sparkling eyes staring up at him from below, an innocent smile tugging on your lips.
"no...! w–why would you do t–that!! he cries out, tears wetting his thick lashes as they fall down his cheeks, cock twitching uncontrollably with his orgasm now ruined. "i–it hurts..."
"awe, i'm so sorry lexy..." you coo at him, palm going up and down his back in a soothing way as you hug him and gives a few pecks to his temple, a choked whine ripping from his throat when your thigh bumps his dick accidentally. "shh, i know it hurts, sorry baby."
"y–you're so mean...!" he says with slurred speech, voice muffled against your neck as his tears wet your flesh, arms hugging you tighter to his chest like he never wants to let you go. you let him hold you for as long as he wants, fingers caressing his scalp affectionately.
when he finally looses his clasp, you take upon the chance to kiss his dried tears, holding his face in your hands lovingly as you smooch him, making him giggle and grab your waist.
oh, such a pure heart he has, already forgetting what you did to him.
you softly push him to lay on the mattress, lips kissing his cheeks before trailing down his chin, neck, shoulders, chest and even tummy, your ass up in the air thanks to the position as you inch closer to his cock – still hard and ready to cum. alexis watches your actions with curious eyes, hips stuttering when your mouth touches his crotch, hand wrapping around his aching dick yet again.
he writhes when you press your tongue flat against the underside of his shaft, licking up the vein running on it before welcoming his tip into your mouth, tasting his wasted cum and teasing his slit. you pull away in a blink, cheek rubbing against his length and the sight is so dirty, ness thinks he might die, the way you stare up at tim so seductively, lips parting to speak in such a lustful way that he might come on the spot.
-ˋˏ🕸 KINKTOBER: DAY 4 ♰ OVERSTIMULATION ♰ Agatsuma Zenitsu
ˏˋ°•*🕸 WORD COUNT ♰ 4.6k
ˏˋ°•*🕸 CONTENT ♰ mdni!, sub!zenitsu, dom!gn!reader, overstim, dacryphilia, masturbation, virgin!zenitsu, premature ejaculation, mommy kink, slightly obsessive!zenitsu, loads of aftercare, aged-up character (he's 20), semi-modern(?)!au, childhood best friends to lovers, super fluffy ending
ˏˋ°•*🕸 KINKTOBER MASTERLIST
ˏˋ°•*🕸 A/N ♰ oh god zenitsu brings out something in me i need to break him & then take care of him SO BAD. (it's prob bc dacryphilia is like my #1 kink and he's canonically SUCH a crier). also starting to think i have a thing for premature ejaculation why is it so cuteeeee! anyways this one's lowkey so self-indulgent and the end is SO sappy oops :3 have fun.˚⊹. ࣪𓉸 ࣪⊹˚.
You groan as you open the door to the apartment you share with Zenitsu, your childhood best friend. Less than ten minutes have passed since you left with plans to go to the market and get food for the week, but it started raining a few minutes into your walk, and you quickly lost your motivation for the time being.
Shivering, you take off your shoes and peel off the wet outer layers of your clothes. All you want to do tonight is cuddle up with your best friend, Zenitsu, rant about the long week you’ve had, and watch a movie together to decompress.
As you hang up your coat, though, a strange noise from down the hallway catches your attention. You remain quiet, brows furrowing in concentration, and sure enough, there it is again – a distinct moan coming from down the hallway…presumably from Zenitsu’s room.
You sigh and roll your eyes as you start to tip-toe towards the hallway, the noises getting louder. You’re not an idiot; you’ve known Zenitsu for as long as you can remember, and you’ve shared an apartment with him for over a year now. You know he’s a horny bastard, never seeming to have grown out of his hormonal teenage behavior, despite being twenty years old now.
However, he usually waits to jerk off until it’s the middle of the night, when he thinks you’re asleep and can’t hear him, never having had an accurate awareness of his own volume. You glance at your watch and snicker – does he realize it’s 4 pm? Not to mention, he’s being significantly louder than normal.
As you peek around the corner into the hallway, you realize why – the idiot left his door open. To be fair, though, you did tell him you were going to the market, and if you hadn't changed your mind, you would've been gone for another 45 minutes.
“Haah…fuck…nghh, p-please…”
You grimace, trying to ignore the way his noises are affecting you, thinking of how to get into your room without him noticing you; you have to pass his door to get to yours, and you really don't feel like having this conversation with him.
As you tiptoe past his door, you fight the urge to peek in through the open crack, and you hate how hard you have to work hard at this. You know it would be wrong – he’s your childhood best friend – but fuck, he sounds so worked up right now. A part of you really wants to see how he looks.
You successfully make it to your door, but the next thing out of his mouth makes you freeze with your hand on the knob.
You blink slowly, trying to process if Zenitsu really just moaned your name. There’s no way, is there? You’ve always assumed that you and Zenitsu were too close for him to ever think of you as more than a friend – I mean, he used to gush about the girls he found hot every day to you as a teenager, never once acting like he did around them towards you.
Yet, there it is again. Unmistakable, this time, despite the way his voice is shaking as he breathily moans it out.
“S-so pretty…please, m’so close…wanna cum for you…nnh-”
You feel your resolve snap, letting go of your door handle and walking back to Zenitsu’s room.
He doesn’t even notice you push the door open – he’s far too engrossed in what he’s doing. Splayed out on his bed, sleep shorts haphazardly kicked off, and his hand is working rapidly on his cock, which is flushed red, not big, per say, but bigger than you thought from him, and pretty.
But what catches your attention most is where his eyes are; glued to something – a picture? – that he’s clutching in his left hand, but you can’t see if from your angle.
You feel your throat go dry, having no idea what to say at the lewd sight in front of you - at seeing the same boy you grew up with frantically jerking his dick. You can tell that he’s close; the way his whines have reached a higher pitch, his strokes are breaking their rhythm, focusing on his tip, and his toes are starting to curl are a dead giveaway.
“Ahh, ahh–…gonna cum…! nggh–”
You clear your throat.
Zenitsu almost jumps out of his skin. He screams, ripping his hand off his cock, scrambling to cover himself, but not before shoving the object in his hand under a pillow. The way he prioritized hiding whatever he was jerking off to only piques your curiosity more, though.
“Wh-what the hell!?” He chokes out, his face flushed darker than you’ve ever seen it, still panting heavily from the abrupt stop to his activity, a slight twinge of pain visible through the panicked and accusatory look on his face.
“What the hell me? You were the one jerking off loudly with your door open.”
Zenitsu flushes even harder, if possible, pulling his legs up to his chest.
“I-I thought…you…you said you were going to the market!”
“Yeah, I was, then it started pouring, so I came back.”
“I…I didn’t hear you come in,” Zenitsu lowers his voice, his head dropping in shame.
“Yeah, there was quite a bit of noise coming from in here.”
Zenitsu groans, running his hands through his fluffy yellow hair.
“How long were you standing there?”
“Long enough,” you take a deep breath before shutting his door behind you, walking towards his bed.
Zenitsu’s eyes shoot up to yours again, alarmed.
“W-What’re you doing!?”
“What were you looking at?”
Zenitsu's face goes pale for the first time at the question. “Nothing, I– get out!”
“Yeah, you were, I saw it. It can’t be that weird, just show me.”
Zenitsu blinks in thought, chewing on his bottom lip, before shaking his head back and forth.
“N-No. Don’t wanna.”
“I’ll leave if you show me.”
“It doesn’t matter, it’s none of your business! Get out!”
“Yeah, it’s none of my business? Even though you were moaning my name?”
Zenitsu freezes again, his eyes widening, and you take his moment of hesitation to jump onto the bed next to him, ripping off the pillow he shoved the item under.
“No!”
He tries to stop you, but it’s too late; it’s already in your hands. You blink at it, placing the pillow down, and bring it closer to your face.
In your hands is a picture…of you and Zenitsu. You remember taking it on your polaroid camera, maybe six months ago? It was when the two of you had gone to a festival in early October. You had spent the entire day out, getting food, drinking cider, carving pumpkins, going on a hayride.
You were smiling in the picture, holding the camera above the two of you while you were sitting next to each other at a picnic table in front of a pond covered in fallen leaves. You were mussing up Zenitsu’s hair, and he was smiling even wider than you, looking at you with the most lovesick expression – one you had never noticed in person.
You feel your heart clench, your stomach filling with butterflies. You thought you had lost this picture. Zenitsu had snatched it up before it was even developed, and when you were compiling all your pictures that evening, he told you he had lost it. He had said you wouldn’t have liked it anyway; that you were blinking in the picture. Yet here it is, wrapped in a pretty wooden frame he must have bought for it; and you were certainly not blinking.
You turn to Zenitsu, trying to gather your words, only to find him completely curled into a ball, his face hidden.
“Zeni–” You’re cut off as Zenitsu lets out a heartwrenching sob, his whole body shaking as he cries into his arms.
“I’m s-sorry, okay? M’s-sorry I lied about that p-picture, and I’m s-sorry I w-was…d-doing that to it…I k-know I’m gross, a-and you can be mad-hic-but p-please, just get out, okay?”
Zenitsu gasps, stiffening up as you wrap your arms around his trembling body.
“Hey, Zen. You’re not gross. Take a deep breath, okay? I’m not mad at you.” You kiss the top of his head and his heart flutters as he relaxes in your arms a bit, sniffling. “Can you look at me?”
Equally surprised and confused, he raises his head to look at you. You’ve seen Zenitsu cry plenty of times, but you’ve always just rolled your eyes at it. This is the first time your heart has ached with the urge to comfort him. His eyes are so scared and wet, his face so flushed and tear-stained, and his lower lip is still wobbling in between the occasional soft sobs he’s still letting out.
“How long have you liked me?”
A fresh wave of tears spills from Zenitsu’s eyes as he lowers his gaze. “S-Since we were kids.”
“But you…you’ve had so many crushes on other girls…? You always used to talk to me about them.”
“Yeah, I guess…j-just didn’t want you to know. Didn’t wanna ruin our friendship. Plus I…t-thought you’d never like me back…you always called me a horny loser…and a crybaby.”
You bite back a snort of laughter. “No, I didn’t.”
“Yeah, you did,” Zenitsu pouts. “Like, multiple times each.”
“Awwh,” you pout back at him, cupping his face in your hands. “Well you are a crybaby, aren’t you?"
Zenitsu grimaces at you, shaking your hands off of his face.
“Hey, c’mon, I’m kidding. I’m sorry.” You take his face in your hands again, pressing in close to him this time, to the point where his breath hitches. “I was just messing with you. If I knew you liked me, I wouldn’t have said those things. I…” you consider telling him they’re not true, but at least two of the descriptors are undeniably true, so you rephrase your thought. “You’re not a loser. You’re adorable. And I’ve always thought that.”
Zenitsu’s eyes blow wide as you lean in to kiss him softly. For a moment, he remains frozen, before he melts into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your neck. He tries to keep himself calm, worried that you’re gonna feel his heart practically beating out of his chest.
He can’t believe this is happening – all the nights he’s spent crying himself to sleep over you, touching himself to the distant idea of you liking him back; all the days he’s spent staring at you, yearning for you, forcing himself to pretend to find you annoying; all the times he’s seethed in his room due to you having another guy over, sobbing violently into his pillow, trying to block out the noises from your room; or jerking off, ear pressed to his wall, eyes squeezed shut, tears streaming down his face, pretending he’s the one making those sounds come out of you. And if he had just told you that he liked you…he could’ve been with you this whole time?
Zenitsu feels himself sob into the kiss, pressing himself closer against you.
“Heyy, shhh. No more tears. It’s okay now,” you run your hands up and down his sides, shushing him gently in between kisses, and Zenitsu gasps, breathing heavily into your mouth. Your stomach twists with excitement at how responsive he is. You run your hands all over his bare upper body; over his tummy, the small of his back, his nipples, while he kisses you breathlessly, whimpering softly with each breath against your mouth.
In his effort to press himself closer to you, the sheets have shifted off of Zenitsu’s crotch, revealing his - still very hard - cock. It’s so pretty, flushed a dark shade of pink, curved upward, tapping against his lower tummy as he squirms under your gentle touch.
You’re already quite certain of the answer, but you decide to ask him, anyway, in a soft voice, “Did you get to cum?”
Zenitsu flushes again with embarrassment, shaking his head no.
You drag your fingers down his tummy as you kiss him again, stopping just above his cock, tracing a circle into his skin that makes him whine and push his hips up at you.
“Do you want me to touch you?”
Zenitsu sniffles, pressing his forehead against yours as he nods a shy yes, and in return, you smile at him, gently taking his cock into your hand. “Okay, baby.”
Zenitsu's eyes light up at the nickname that he never thought he’d hear from your mouth, and he gasps as your hands wrap around his sensitive cock, curling into you.
“Nghhh~...wait, I…wait…!” You pause your hand, letting him gather his thoughts. “I’ve never done this…before…” Zenitsu pants out, his anxious eyes flickering up to meet yours.
Now it’s your turn to be surprised. “What? Really? Never?” Zenitsu blushes, shaking his head, breaking eye contact from the humiliation. “Wow. I thought for sure at some point by now,... with how much you talk about girls…”
Zenitsu whines, burying his head into your shoulder. “I jus’ like to talk about ‘em…n-never actually do anything…I-…” his voice drops to a volume so quiet, you can hardly hear it. “I’ve always wanted it to be you…”
You smile into his hair, ruffling it like you always do.
“God, you’re adorable. Are you sure you’re ready now?”
Zenitsu quickly pulls his head from your shoulder, nodding eagerly. “Yes! Yes, I’m ready, please…I need you…” Zenitsu looks down at his cock, flushed an angry shade of red and still twitching against his tummy, then looks back at you, lip wobbling. “i-it hurts,” he sniffles.
You smile at him as you push the covers off the rest of his body, helping to maneuver him into your lap facing you. “I know, baby. You were so close, huh? Poor thing.”
Zenitsu fights the embarrassment of sitting on your lap, so naked and exposed while you're fully clothed, and lets you position him how you want, his pretty thighs spread on either side of you. You smirk at him, glancing up and down between his face and his cock, which twitches harder as you stare at it. He whines shamelessly, shifting his hips forward, and pressing his forehead against yours.
“Please…h-help me~”
You have to bite back a moan at the face Zenitsu makes when you finally start to gently stroke his cock again, but any sound you let out is drowned out by the debauched moan that rips itself from his mouth. Zenitsu presses his head harder against your forehead, his eyes fluttering shut.
“Oh god, it feels good…nngghh…”
“Yeah? Feels better than touching yourself, huh, Zen?” You peck his lips teasingly, and Zenitsu whines into your mouth, his hips bucking up into your hand.
“M-hm, so much better...your hand is so soft…oh god, I don't...I-I might not last long…m’close…!” Zenitsu flushes with embarrassment, throwing his arms around your neck to ground himself.
“Yeah?” you whisper softly against his lips, concentrating your strokes at the sensitive area under his tip. Zenitsu jerks, letting out a sharp whine.
“Nggh–yea…f-feels like I needa cum already…”
“Aww, how cute. How many times have you jerked off to the thought of this? Now you’ve finally got my hand around your pretty little cock and you can’t even last a minute? Feels too good for you, huh?”
Zenitsu is feeling far too euphoric to take your teasing seriously. “Yeaaa…ffeels too good,” he slurs, “oh god, m’gonna cum, m’sorry…w-was already so close–c-can i cum?” Zenitsu whines in between his babbling, his hips rocking up into your hand, balls tightening. “you feel so good–ahh…s-so much better than my hand…oh god, I can’t, I-I’m gon’...gonna–”
You grin, speeding up your strokes to help him. “S’okay, Zen, you can cum. Let it out, I’ve got you.”
“Ngh–’kay…nnnnnh–” Zenitsu scrunches up your t-shirt in his hands, burying his head in your neck for comfort as his cock twitches and spurts in your hand; he cums a lot. His entire body shakes as he moans into your neck, continuing to gently rock his hips up into your hand as he coats your fingers, his tummy, and your shirt in ropes of white.
You gently rub his back as he comes down from his orgasm, panting heavily, shaking ever so slightly.
“Good boy, Zen~” you pull him from your neck by his silky hair, peppering his face with kisses. Zenitsu is smiling blissfully, looking at you with an expression so dazed and happy that you almost feel bad for what you’re about to do.
Gathering up his cum, you wrap your hand around his slightly softened cock, starting to stroke him again.
Zenitsu jerks like a live wire, sucking in a sharp breath of air, and his wide eyes meet yours questioningly.
“Aaah–wait-w-what’re you–ngh! Please....I just came…!” Zenitsu squirms away from your hand, but you grip his hips in your other one, holding him in place.
“Oh, I know, baby. And you looked so pretty. Do you think you can give me one more?”
Zenitsu blinks at you, eyes panicked, and shakes his head. “C-Can’t! m'too sensitive, I-I–fuck!” Zenitsu tries to slam his thighs shut, and you move your hands to his butt, pulling him flush against you so he can’t escape, before grasping his cock again.
"My goodness, so dramatic," you giggle at him, slowly twisting your hand around his tip.
Zenitsu whines loudly, his legs starting to tremble. “Please, please–i-it’s too much! Feels weird!”
“Shhh, Zen. Relax. Breathe. Don’t you wanna be good for me?”
“Hah–I–m’trying, r-really want to…not tryna be dramatic, it's 'jus...m’really s-sensitive…haah…”
You hear Zenitsu sniffle, and you look up from his cock, worried, to find a couple of tears streaming down his face. You slow down for a moment, cupping his cheek.
“Oh, baby. It's okay. Do you want me to stop?”
Zenitsu bites his lip in thought, glancing between you and his red, twitchy cock, before shaking his head no. “Nuh-uh. I-I can do it…wanna be good for you…j-just...please be gentle.”
“Awh, of course, Zen. Gonna be gentle, I promise. But say ‘red’ if you change your mind, okay? Never gonna be upset if you wanna stop.”
“O-Okay–nnngh! a-aaah!” Zenitsu lets out a sharp sob as you start to stroke him again, burying his head in your shoulder.
“Zen, are you sure you’re okay?” you whisper to him, rubbing his back at the same time. “We can sto–”
“No! Please, I…I wanna cum again…feels good…j-jus’ might cry a lot...can’t help it…”
“Awww, that’s okay, baby. You can cry if you need to. I’ve got you.”
You let Zenitsu cry into your neck as you continue to stroke his sensitive cock, the cum from his previous orgasm acting as lube, making it wet to the point where the whole room would be filled with the slick sounds of your hand on his dick if he weren’t crying so loudly.
“Nghh~” Zenitsu whines, clinging onto you tighter. It really is so much, but it doesn’t feel bad – in fact, with one glance down at your pretty fingers working on his cock, he feels his tummy start to tighten again. His toes start to curl in anticipation and he pulls his head back, pressing it against your forehead. He moans at you, looking into your eyes frantically.
“I-I-ahhh…” Zenitsu lets out another sob, tears streaming down his face, desperately trying to get the words out. “g-gonna cum again!”
“That’s okay! You can cum whenever you need to, you have my permission. Go ahead, my love.”
My love.
Zenitsu cums for a second time with a watery cry, fighting to keep his eyes from rolling into his head, desperately wanting to look at you as it washes over him. Your gaze is so loving – it makes him feel like he’s floating. His head starts to feel so fuzzy that he can’t even notice how loudly he’s moaning and crying through it.
You give him a minute once he finishes, letting him breathe and bask in his high before your hand starts moving again.
Zenitsu lets out the highest whimper you’ve heard from him tonight, his hand shooting down to grab your wrist.
“Ah–aaah! I…n-no…I can’t! P-Please! Please, it hurts!”
You gently kiss away his tears, continuing to stroke him softly. “Shhhh. I know, honey. I know. It’s a lot, huh? Can you give me one more? S'gonna feel good again soon, I promise, love.”
Zenitsu sobs, nodding his head, his grip on your wrist starting to slip as he starts to accept the onslaught of sensations.
“What’s your color, Zen? Do you wanna stop?”
Zenitsu shakily lets go of your hand and presses his head into your neck, crying as he shakes his head.
"I need verbal confirmation, Zen. Do you want me to stop?”
“N-No~” Zenitsu whimpers against your skin again. “j-jus’ hurts…s’okay, i-i can do it…”
"That's my good boy." You litter soft kisses across Zenitsu’s neck as you stroke him, so gently, whispering praise in his ear to calm him down.
After a minute, you squeeze a bit too hard, and Zenitsu jerks, letting out another sob. “Ah! P-Please be gentle mommy-”
You loosen your grip on him, raising an eyebrow. “Mommy?”
Zenitsu freezes, feeling his cheeks heat up.
“I-I’m sorry…d-didn’t mean to, I just…i-it just slipped out…”
You gently cup his cheek in your hand, tilting his head to meet yours, his teary eyes looking nervously into yours. “Hey. It’s okay, Zen. You can call me mommy if you want.” Zenitsu sniffles, still looking nervous, so you add, “I liked it.”
Zenitsu smiles with relief as you press a kiss to his lips, continuing your motions on his cock. It’s so wet – there’s a ring of white at his base now from his previous orgasms, and the more you stroke him, the more creamy it gets. Zenitsu swallows down his embarrassment at the wet sounds, whimpering as he nuzzles back into your neck.
He tries his best to take it like a good boy despite how utterly sensitive he is, biting his lip as he thrashes and squirms in your lap.
“Oh god. Mommy, i–it’s too much again!”
“Shh, relax. I know you can take it, love. Does it feel good yet, Zen?”
“Y-Yeeeeah, feelsgood…b-but it’s a lot…nghh..mommy it feels weird,”
“Yeah? Feels weird?” You gently rub your thumb over Zenitsu’s tip, making him gasp and curl in on himself. “Weird how?”
“Dunno! I-it’s so much, can’t think…oh god, m-mommy...g-gonna make me cum again~"
“Good boy, Zenitsu, deep breaths. I know it’s a lot. You can cum for me.”
“Mmkay~ ngh! Wait–feels weird, I–” Zenitsu looks at you frantically again, letting out another sob. “H-hand! Please!”
You smile at him, grabbing his hand in your free one, and planting a kiss on it. “I got you, love,” you whisper, and he lets out another cry, his hips unsure whether to pull away from your hand or push up into it. “I know, Zen, relax. You're safe. Jus’ let it happen.”
Zenitsu nods, starting to shake, his thighs clamping around yours. He pants heavily, squeezing your hand tighter for comfort, before his entire body goes taught and he lets out a high-pitched whine, his cock twitching hard in your hand as he’s thrown into his third orgasm of the night.
“Nnnngh-mommy~” Zenitsu clings onto you for dear life, completely curled into you, fighting the instinct to pull back even though it feels good – it’s just so much. He sobs into your neck, his eyes rolling back into his head at the intensity of it. His stream is much weaker this time – just a few globs of cum roll from his sensitive tip, and you stroke him slowly but firmly, making sure to get everything out.
Zenitsu is in complete ecstasy, drooling onto your shoulder, trembling violently as he rides out the last few waves of his orgasm.
Once it settles down, Zenitsu shudders, the painful sensitivity creeping back in. You don’t even mean to overstimulate him again – it’s just hard to tell exactly when the pleasure of his orgasm fades into oversensitivity – but you know it when Zenitsu jerks, crying as he pushes at your shoulder.
“No, no, please, I can’t again!”
“Shhh,” you release his spent cock, letting it fall against your tummy. “All done, baby. We’re finished. S'okay."
Zenitsu sniffles and pulls his head out of your shoulder, looking at you with an unreadable expression. His lip is wobbling, his cheeks flushed dark red, tears still streaming from his big, golden eyes. “D-Did I do okay?” He stutters out, still squeezing at your hand.
Your heart aches, remembering this was his first time, and you quickly wipe your hand that’s covered in his cum on the side of your shirt before grabbing Zenitsu’s other hand in yours, pressing a warm kiss to his trembling lips. “You did so so well, Zen. M’so proud of you. I know how sensitive you are, and you took it so well for me.” You pull him into a hug as he sobs into your neck with relief. “You did everything right. My good boy.”
“Th-thank you,” he breathes out in between cries. "T-That was really nice."
You assume he just needs a few minutes to calm down before you breach the subject of cleaning up, so you just hold him, gently rocking him back and forth as you rub his back with one hand, your other one gently stroking his sweaty mop of golden hair.
After a few minutes, though, you notice that Zenitsu is still crying softly. You gently pull back from him, cupping his face in your hands.
“Hey,” you smile at him gently, tilting your head. “What'sa' matter?Why’re ya still crying?”
Zenitsu pouts, his eyes dropping to your laps, and he shrugs, a few more tears spilling over his lash line as his shoulders shake with a soft sob.
“Are you feeling okay? Does anything hurt?” You gently push his hair out of his face, wiping some of his tears, feeling worried. “...Was that too much?”
Zenitsu shakes his head, pressing his forehead against yours. “No, it was really good…dunno why m’crying–hic–m’sorry.” he whispers softly. Your heart twists at how precious he is, gently planting a kiss on his nose to let him know that it’s okay. He draws in a shaky breath before adding, “s’just that…I-I really…really like you. N-Not just in a…sex way…I’ve liked you for as long as I can remember, and I…jus’ don’t–” Zenitsu breaks off into another sob, squeezing his eyes shut in humiliation.
“Shhh, it’s okay, Zen. Go ahead,” you gently prompt him to finish his sentence, already smiling as you know what your answer will be.
“Jus’ d-don’t want this to be a one-time thing…don’wanna go back to just being your best friend. I w-wanna be your boyfriend,” Zenitsu barely gets out the last word before he dissolves into crying again, wiping frustratedly at his eyes.
You gently pry his hands off of his face, and Zenitsu sucks in a soft breath when he sees your smile, having hardly been paying attention to your face through all his tears and nerves.
“You’re so silly, Zen,” you giggle at him, wiping at his tears for the nth time as you kiss him all over his soft face. “I really like you, too. I always have. Of course you can be my boyfriend.” Zenitsu’s eyes light up, and he sobs again as he pulls you into a kiss, his fingers coming to thread into your hair. “My goodness, such a crybaby,” you whisper, wiping at his tears again as he pulls away.
“I'm sorry, I can’t help it. M'jus' so happy. I-I always cry at everything, I don’t mean to…” Zenitsu sniffles, trying to pull himself together.
“I know, and I love that about you. I only used to pretend to find it annoying,” you smile, pressing your forehead against his, your eyes meeting his golden ones, and when he smiles back at you, you finally recognize that lovesick expression of his from the photo. “You’re my crybaby, now.”
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ˏˋ°•*🕸 A/N ♰ oh god zenitsu brings out something in me i need to break him & then take care of him SO BAD. (it's prob bc dacryphilia is like my #1 kink and he's canonically SUCH a crier). also starting to think i have a thing for premature ejaculation why is it so cuteeeee! anyways this one's lowkey so self-indulgent and the end is SO sappy oops :3 have fun.˚⊹. ࣪𓉸 ࣪⊹˚.
You groan as you open the door to the apartment you share with Zenitsu, your childhood best friend. Less than ten minutes have passed since you left with plans to go to the market and get food for the week, but it started raining a few minutes into your walk, and you quickly lost your motivation for the time being.
Shivering, you take off your shoes and peel off the wet outer layers of your clothes. All you want to do tonight is cuddle up with your best friend, Zenitsu, rant about the long week you’ve had, and watch a movie together to decompress.
As you hang up your coat, though, a strange noise from down the hallway catches your attention. You remain quiet, brows furrowing in concentration, and sure enough, there it is again – a distinct moan coming from down the hallway…presumably from Zenitsu’s room.
You sigh and roll your eyes as you start to tip-toe towards the hallway, the noises getting louder. You’re not an idiot; you’ve known Zenitsu for as long as you can remember, and you’ve shared an apartment with him for over a year now. You know he’s a horny bastard, never seeming to have grown out of his hormonal teenage behavior, despite being twenty years old now.
However, he usually waits to jerk off until it’s the middle of the night, when he thinks you’re asleep and can’t hear him, never having had an accurate awareness of his own volume. You glance at your watch and snicker – does he realize it’s 4 pm? Not to mention, he’s being significantly louder than normal.
As you peek around the corner into the hallway, you realize why – the idiot left his door open. To be fair, though, you did tell him you were going to the market, and if you hadn't changed your mind, you would've been gone for another 45 minutes.
“Haah…fuck…nghh, p-please…”
You grimace, trying to ignore the way his noises are affecting you, thinking of how to get into your room without him noticing you; you have to pass his door to get to yours, and you really don't feel like having this conversation with him.
As you tiptoe past his door, you fight the urge to peek in through the open crack, and you hate how hard you have to work hard at this. You know it would be wrong – he’s your childhood best friend – but fuck, he sounds so worked up right now. A part of you really wants to see how he looks.
You successfully make it to your door, but the next thing out of his mouth makes you freeze with your hand on the knob.
You blink slowly, trying to process if Zenitsu really just moaned your name. There’s no way, is there? You’ve always assumed that you and Zenitsu were too close for him to ever think of you as more than a friend – I mean, he used to gush about the girls he found hot every day to you as a teenager, never once acting like he did around them towards you.
Yet, there it is again. Unmistakable, this time, despite the way his voice is shaking as he breathily moans it out.
“S-so pretty…please, m’so close…wanna cum for you…nnh-”
You feel your resolve snap, letting go of your door handle and walking back to Zenitsu’s room.
He doesn’t even notice you push the door open – he’s far too engrossed in what he’s doing. Splayed out on his bed, sleep shorts haphazardly kicked off, and his hand is working rapidly on his cock, which is flushed red, not big, per say, but bigger than you thought from him, and pretty.
But what catches your attention most is where his eyes are; glued to something – a picture? – that he’s clutching in his left hand, but you can’t see if from your angle.
You feel your throat go dry, having no idea what to say at the lewd sight in front of you - at seeing the same boy you grew up with frantically jerking his dick. You can tell that he’s close; the way his whines have reached a higher pitch, his strokes are breaking their rhythm, focusing on his tip, and his toes are starting to curl are a dead giveaway.
“Ahh, ahh–…gonna cum…! nggh–”
You clear your throat.
Zenitsu almost jumps out of his skin. He screams, ripping his hand off his cock, scrambling to cover himself, but not before shoving the object in his hand under a pillow. The way he prioritized hiding whatever he was jerking off to only piques your curiosity more, though.
“Wh-what the hell!?” He chokes out, his face flushed darker than you’ve ever seen it, still panting heavily from the abrupt stop to his activity, a slight twinge of pain visible through the panicked and accusatory look on his face.
“What the hell me? You were the one jerking off loudly with your door open.”
Zenitsu flushes even harder, if possible, pulling his legs up to his chest.
“I-I thought…you…you said you were going to the market!”
“Yeah, I was, then it started pouring, so I came back.”
“I…I didn’t hear you come in,” Zenitsu lowers his voice, his head dropping in shame.
“Yeah, there was quite a bit of noise coming from in here.”
Zenitsu groans, running his hands through his fluffy yellow hair.
“How long were you standing there?”
“Long enough,” you take a deep breath before shutting his door behind you, walking towards his bed.
Zenitsu’s eyes shoot up to yours again, alarmed.
“W-What’re you doing!?”
“What were you looking at?”
Zenitsu's face goes pale for the first time at the question. “Nothing, I– get out!”
“Yeah, you were, I saw it. It can’t be that weird, just show me.”
Zenitsu blinks in thought, chewing on his bottom lip, before shaking his head back and forth.
“N-No. Don’t wanna.”
“I’ll leave if you show me.”
“It doesn’t matter, it’s none of your business! Get out!”
“Yeah, it’s none of my business? Even though you were moaning my name?”
Zenitsu freezes again, his eyes widening, and you take his moment of hesitation to jump onto the bed next to him, ripping off the pillow he shoved the item under.
“No!”
He tries to stop you, but it’s too late; it’s already in your hands. You blink at it, placing the pillow down, and bring it closer to your face.
In your hands is a picture…of you and Zenitsu. You remember taking it on your polaroid camera, maybe six months ago? It was when the two of you had gone to a festival in early October. You had spent the entire day out, getting food, drinking cider, carving pumpkins, going on a hayride.
You were smiling in the picture, holding the camera above the two of you while you were sitting next to each other at a picnic table in front of a pond covered in fallen leaves. You were mussing up Zenitsu’s hair, and he was smiling even wider than you, looking at you with the most lovesick expression – one you had never noticed in person.
You feel your heart clench, your stomach filling with butterflies. You thought you had lost this picture. Zenitsu had snatched it up before it was even developed, and when you were compiling all your pictures that evening, he told you he had lost it. He had said you wouldn’t have liked it anyway; that you were blinking in the picture. Yet here it is, wrapped in a pretty wooden frame he must have bought for it; and you were certainly not blinking.
You turn to Zenitsu, trying to gather your words, only to find him completely curled into a ball, his face hidden.
“Zeni–” You’re cut off as Zenitsu lets out a heartwrenching sob, his whole body shaking as he cries into his arms.
“I’m s-sorry, okay? M’s-sorry I lied about that p-picture, and I’m s-sorry I w-was…d-doing that to it…I k-know I’m gross, a-and you can be mad-hic-but p-please, just get out, okay?”
Zenitsu gasps, stiffening up as you wrap your arms around his trembling body.
“Hey, Zen. You’re not gross. Take a deep breath, okay? I’m not mad at you.” You kiss the top of his head and his heart flutters as he relaxes in your arms a bit, sniffling. “Can you look at me?”
Equally surprised and confused, he raises his head to look at you. You’ve seen Zenitsu cry plenty of times, but you’ve always just rolled your eyes at it. This is the first time your heart has ached with the urge to comfort him. His eyes are so scared and wet, his face so flushed and tear-stained, and his lower lip is still wobbling in between the occasional soft sobs he’s still letting out.
“How long have you liked me?”
A fresh wave of tears spills from Zenitsu’s eyes as he lowers his gaze. “S-Since we were kids.”
“But you…you’ve had so many crushes on other girls…? You always used to talk to me about them.”
“Yeah, I guess…j-just didn’t want you to know. Didn’t wanna ruin our friendship. Plus I…t-thought you’d never like me back…you always called me a horny loser…and a crybaby.”
You bite back a snort of laughter. “No, I didn’t.”
“Yeah, you did,” Zenitsu pouts. “Like, multiple times each.”
“Awwh,” you pout back at him, cupping his face in your hands. “Well you are a crybaby, aren’t you?"
Zenitsu grimaces at you, shaking your hands off of his face.
“Hey, c’mon, I’m kidding. I’m sorry.” You take his face in your hands again, pressing in close to him this time, to the point where his breath hitches. “I was just messing with you. If I knew you liked me, I wouldn’t have said those things. I…” you consider telling him they’re not true, but at least two of the descriptors are undeniably true, so you rephrase your thought. “You’re not a loser. You’re adorable. And I’ve always thought that.”
Zenitsu’s eyes blow wide as you lean in to kiss him softly. For a moment, he remains frozen, before he melts into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your neck. He tries to keep himself calm, worried that you’re gonna feel his heart practically beating out of his chest.
He can’t believe this is happening – all the nights he’s spent crying himself to sleep over you, touching himself to the distant idea of you liking him back; all the days he’s spent staring at you, yearning for you, forcing himself to pretend to find you annoying; all the times he’s seethed in his room due to you having another guy over, sobbing violently into his pillow, trying to block out the noises from your room; or jerking off, ear pressed to his wall, eyes squeezed shut, tears streaming down his face, pretending he’s the one making those sounds come out of you. And if he had just told you that he liked you…he could’ve been with you this whole time?
Zenitsu feels himself sob into the kiss, pressing himself closer against you.
“Heyy, shhh. No more tears. It’s okay now,” you run your hands up and down his sides, shushing him gently in between kisses, and Zenitsu gasps, breathing heavily into your mouth. Your stomach twists with excitement at how responsive he is. You run your hands all over his bare upper body; over his tummy, the small of his back, his nipples, while he kisses you breathlessly, whimpering softly with each breath against your mouth.
In his effort to press himself closer to you, the sheets have shifted off of Zenitsu’s crotch, revealing his - still very hard - cock. It’s so pretty, flushed a dark shade of pink, curved upward, tapping against his lower tummy as he squirms under your gentle touch.
You’re already quite certain of the answer, but you decide to ask him, anyway, in a soft voice, “Did you get to cum?”
Zenitsu flushes again with embarrassment, shaking his head no.
You drag your fingers down his tummy as you kiss him again, stopping just above his cock, tracing a circle into his skin that makes him whine and push his hips up at you.
“Do you want me to touch you?”
Zenitsu sniffles, pressing his forehead against yours as he nods a shy yes, and in return, you smile at him, gently taking his cock into your hand. “Okay, baby.”
Zenitsu's eyes light up at the nickname that he never thought he’d hear from your mouth, and he gasps as your hands wrap around his sensitive cock, curling into you.
“Nghhh~...wait, I…wait…!” You pause your hand, letting him gather his thoughts. “I’ve never done this…before…” Zenitsu pants out, his anxious eyes flickering up to meet yours.
Now it’s your turn to be surprised. “What? Really? Never?” Zenitsu blushes, shaking his head, breaking eye contact from the humiliation. “Wow. I thought for sure at some point by now,... with how much you talk about girls…”
Zenitsu whines, burying his head into your shoulder. “I jus’ like to talk about ‘em…n-never actually do anything…I-…” his voice drops to a volume so quiet, you can hardly hear it. “I’ve always wanted it to be you…”
You smile into his hair, ruffling it like you always do.
“God, you’re adorable. Are you sure you’re ready now?”
Zenitsu quickly pulls his head from your shoulder, nodding eagerly. “Yes! Yes, I’m ready, please…I need you…” Zenitsu looks down at his cock, flushed an angry shade of red and still twitching against his tummy, then looks back at you, lip wobbling. “i-it hurts,” he sniffles.
You smile at him as you push the covers off the rest of his body, helping to maneuver him into your lap facing you. “I know, baby. You were so close, huh? Poor thing.”
Zenitsu fights the embarrassment of sitting on your lap, so naked and exposed while you're fully clothed, and lets you position him how you want, his pretty thighs spread on either side of you. You smirk at him, glancing up and down between his face and his cock, which twitches harder as you stare at it. He whines shamelessly, shifting his hips forward, and pressing his forehead against yours.
“Please…h-help me~”
You have to bite back a moan at the face Zenitsu makes when you finally start to gently stroke his cock again, but any sound you let out is drowned out by the debauched moan that rips itself from his mouth. Zenitsu presses his head harder against your forehead, his eyes fluttering shut.
“Oh god, it feels good…nngghh…”
“Yeah? Feels better than touching yourself, huh, Zen?” You peck his lips teasingly, and Zenitsu whines into your mouth, his hips bucking up into your hand.
“M-hm, so much better...your hand is so soft…oh god, I don't...I-I might not last long…m’close…!” Zenitsu flushes with embarrassment, throwing his arms around your neck to ground himself.
“Yeah?” you whisper softly against his lips, concentrating your strokes at the sensitive area under his tip. Zenitsu jerks, letting out a sharp whine.
“Nggh–yea…f-feels like I needa cum already…”
“Aww, how cute. How many times have you jerked off to the thought of this? Now you’ve finally got my hand around your pretty little cock and you can’t even last a minute? Feels too good for you, huh?”
Zenitsu is feeling far too euphoric to take your teasing seriously. “Yeaaa…ffeels too good,” he slurs, “oh god, m’gonna cum, m’sorry…w-was already so close–c-can i cum?” Zenitsu whines in between his babbling, his hips rocking up into your hand, balls tightening. “you feel so good–ahh…s-so much better than my hand…oh god, I can’t, I-I’m gon’...gonna–”
You grin, speeding up your strokes to help him. “S’okay, Zen, you can cum. Let it out, I’ve got you.”
“Ngh–’kay…nnnnnh–” Zenitsu scrunches up your t-shirt in his hands, burying his head in your neck for comfort as his cock twitches and spurts in your hand; he cums a lot. His entire body shakes as he moans into your neck, continuing to gently rock his hips up into your hand as he coats your fingers, his tummy, and your shirt in ropes of white.
You gently rub his back as he comes down from his orgasm, panting heavily, shaking ever so slightly.
“Good boy, Zen~” you pull him from your neck by his silky hair, peppering his face with kisses. Zenitsu is smiling blissfully, looking at you with an expression so dazed and happy that you almost feel bad for what you’re about to do.
Gathering up his cum, you wrap your hand around his slightly softened cock, starting to stroke him again.
Zenitsu jerks like a live wire, sucking in a sharp breath of air, and his wide eyes meet yours questioningly.
“Aaah–wait-w-what’re you–ngh! Please....I just came…!” Zenitsu squirms away from your hand, but you grip his hips in your other one, holding him in place.
“Oh, I know, baby. And you looked so pretty. Do you think you can give me one more?”
Zenitsu blinks at you, eyes panicked, and shakes his head. “C-Can’t! m'too sensitive, I-I–fuck!” Zenitsu tries to slam his thighs shut, and you move your hands to his butt, pulling him flush against you so he can’t escape, before grasping his cock again.
"My goodness, so dramatic," you giggle at him, slowly twisting your hand around his tip.
Zenitsu whines loudly, his legs starting to tremble. “Please, please–i-it’s too much! Feels weird!”
“Shhh, Zen. Relax. Breathe. Don’t you wanna be good for me?”
“Hah–I–m’trying, r-really want to…not tryna be dramatic, it's 'jus...m’really s-sensitive…haah…”
You hear Zenitsu sniffle, and you look up from his cock, worried, to find a couple of tears streaming down his face. You slow down for a moment, cupping his cheek.
“Oh, baby. It's okay. Do you want me to stop?”
Zenitsu bites his lip in thought, glancing between you and his red, twitchy cock, before shaking his head no. “Nuh-uh. I-I can do it…wanna be good for you…j-just...please be gentle.”
“Awh, of course, Zen. Gonna be gentle, I promise. But say ‘red’ if you change your mind, okay? Never gonna be upset if you wanna stop.”
“O-Okay–nnngh! a-aaah!” Zenitsu lets out a sharp sob as you start to stroke him again, burying his head in your shoulder.
“Zen, are you sure you’re okay?” you whisper to him, rubbing his back at the same time. “We can sto–”
“No! Please, I…I wanna cum again…feels good…j-jus’ might cry a lot...can’t help it…”
“Awww, that’s okay, baby. You can cry if you need to. I’ve got you.”
You let Zenitsu cry into your neck as you continue to stroke his sensitive cock, the cum from his previous orgasm acting as lube, making it wet to the point where the whole room would be filled with the slick sounds of your hand on his dick if he weren’t crying so loudly.
“Nghh~” Zenitsu whines, clinging onto you tighter. It really is so much, but it doesn’t feel bad – in fact, with one glance down at your pretty fingers working on his cock, he feels his tummy start to tighten again. His toes start to curl in anticipation and he pulls his head back, pressing it against your forehead. He moans at you, looking into your eyes frantically.
“I-I-ahhh…” Zenitsu lets out another sob, tears streaming down his face, desperately trying to get the words out. “g-gonna cum again!”
“That’s okay! You can cum whenever you need to, you have my permission. Go ahead, my love.”
My love.
Zenitsu cums for a second time with a watery cry, fighting to keep his eyes from rolling into his head, desperately wanting to look at you as it washes over him. Your gaze is so loving – it makes him feel like he’s floating. His head starts to feel so fuzzy that he can’t even notice how loudly he’s moaning and crying through it.
You give him a minute once he finishes, letting him breathe and bask in his high before your hand starts moving again.
Zenitsu lets out the highest whimper you’ve heard from him tonight, his hand shooting down to grab your wrist.
“Ah–aaah! I…n-no…I can’t! P-Please! Please, it hurts!”
You gently kiss away his tears, continuing to stroke him softly. “Shhhh. I know, honey. I know. It’s a lot, huh? Can you give me one more? S'gonna feel good again soon, I promise, love.”
Zenitsu sobs, nodding his head, his grip on your wrist starting to slip as he starts to accept the onslaught of sensations.
“What’s your color, Zen? Do you wanna stop?”
Zenitsu shakily lets go of your hand and presses his head into your neck, crying as he shakes his head.
"I need verbal confirmation, Zen. Do you want me to stop?”
“N-No~” Zenitsu whimpers against your skin again. “j-jus’ hurts…s’okay, i-i can do it…”
"That's my good boy." You litter soft kisses across Zenitsu’s neck as you stroke him, so gently, whispering praise in his ear to calm him down.
After a minute, you squeeze a bit too hard, and Zenitsu jerks, letting out another sob. “Ah! P-Please be gentle mommy-”
You loosen your grip on him, raising an eyebrow. “Mommy?”
Zenitsu freezes, feeling his cheeks heat up.
“I-I’m sorry…d-didn’t mean to, I just…i-it just slipped out…”
You gently cup his cheek in your hand, tilting his head to meet yours, his teary eyes looking nervously into yours. “Hey. It’s okay, Zen. You can call me mommy if you want.” Zenitsu sniffles, still looking nervous, so you add, “I liked it.”
Zenitsu smiles with relief as you press a kiss to his lips, continuing your motions on his cock. It’s so wet – there’s a ring of white at his base now from his previous orgasms, and the more you stroke him, the more creamy it gets. Zenitsu swallows down his embarrassment at the wet sounds, whimpering as he nuzzles back into your neck.
He tries his best to take it like a good boy despite how utterly sensitive he is, biting his lip as he thrashes and squirms in your lap.
“Oh god. Mommy, i–it’s too much again!”
“Shh, relax. I know you can take it, love. Does it feel good yet, Zen?”
“Y-Yeeeeah, feelsgood…b-but it’s a lot…nghh..mommy it feels weird,”
“Yeah? Feels weird?” You gently rub your thumb over Zenitsu’s tip, making him gasp and curl in on himself. “Weird how?”
“Dunno! I-it’s so much, can’t think…oh god, m-mommy...g-gonna make me cum again~"
“Good boy, Zenitsu, deep breaths. I know it’s a lot. You can cum for me.”
“Mmkay~ ngh! Wait–feels weird, I–” Zenitsu looks at you frantically again, letting out another sob. “H-hand! Please!”
You smile at him, grabbing his hand in your free one, and planting a kiss on it. “I got you, love,” you whisper, and he lets out another cry, his hips unsure whether to pull away from your hand or push up into it. “I know, Zen, relax. You're safe. Jus’ let it happen.”
Zenitsu nods, starting to shake, his thighs clamping around yours. He pants heavily, squeezing your hand tighter for comfort, before his entire body goes taught and he lets out a high-pitched whine, his cock twitching hard in your hand as he’s thrown into his third orgasm of the night.
“Nnnngh-mommy~” Zenitsu clings onto you for dear life, completely curled into you, fighting the instinct to pull back even though it feels good – it’s just so much. He sobs into your neck, his eyes rolling back into his head at the intensity of it. His stream is much weaker this time – just a few globs of cum roll from his sensitive tip, and you stroke him slowly but firmly, making sure to get everything out.
Zenitsu is in complete ecstasy, drooling onto your shoulder, trembling violently as he rides out the last few waves of his orgasm.
Once it settles down, Zenitsu shudders, the painful sensitivity creeping back in. You don’t even mean to overstimulate him again – it’s just hard to tell exactly when the pleasure of his orgasm fades into oversensitivity – but you know it when Zenitsu jerks, crying as he pushes at your shoulder.
“No, no, please, I can’t again!”
“Shhh,” you release his spent cock, letting it fall against your tummy. “All done, baby. We’re finished. S'okay."
Zenitsu sniffles and pulls his head out of your shoulder, looking at you with an unreadable expression. His lip is wobbling, his cheeks flushed dark red, tears still streaming from his big, golden eyes. “D-Did I do okay?” He stutters out, still squeezing at your hand.
Your heart aches, remembering this was his first time, and you quickly wipe your hand that’s covered in his cum on the side of your shirt before grabbing Zenitsu’s other hand in yours, pressing a warm kiss to his trembling lips. “You did so so well, Zen. M’so proud of you. I know how sensitive you are, and you took it so well for me.” You pull him into a hug as he sobs into your neck with relief. “You did everything right. My good boy.”
“Th-thank you,” he breathes out in between cries. "T-That was really nice."
You assume he just needs a few minutes to calm down before you breach the subject of cleaning up, so you just hold him, gently rocking him back and forth as you rub his back with one hand, your other one gently stroking his sweaty mop of golden hair.
After a few minutes, though, you notice that Zenitsu is still crying softly. You gently pull back from him, cupping his face in your hands.
“Hey,” you smile at him gently, tilting your head. “What'sa' matter?Why’re ya still crying?”
Zenitsu pouts, his eyes dropping to your laps, and he shrugs, a few more tears spilling over his lash line as his shoulders shake with a soft sob.
“Are you feeling okay? Does anything hurt?” You gently push his hair out of his face, wiping some of his tears, feeling worried. “...Was that too much?”
Zenitsu shakes his head, pressing his forehead against yours. “No, it was really good…dunno why m’crying–hic–m’sorry.” he whispers softly. Your heart twists at how precious he is, gently planting a kiss on his nose to let him know that it’s okay. He draws in a shaky breath before adding, “s’just that…I-I really…really like you. N-Not just in a…sex way…I’ve liked you for as long as I can remember, and I…jus’ don’t–” Zenitsu breaks off into another sob, squeezing his eyes shut in humiliation.
“Shhh, it’s okay, Zen. Go ahead,” you gently prompt him to finish his sentence, already smiling as you know what your answer will be.
“Jus’ d-don’t want this to be a one-time thing…don’wanna go back to just being your best friend. I w-wanna be your boyfriend,” Zenitsu barely gets out the last word before he dissolves into crying again, wiping frustratedly at his eyes.
You gently pry his hands off of his face, and Zenitsu sucks in a soft breath when he sees your smile, having hardly been paying attention to your face through all his tears and nerves.
“You’re so silly, Zen,” you giggle at him, wiping at his tears for the nth time as you kiss him all over his soft face. “I really like you, too. I always have. Of course you can be my boyfriend.” Zenitsu’s eyes light up, and he sobs again as he pulls you into a kiss, his fingers coming to thread into your hair. “My goodness, such a crybaby,” you whisper, wiping at his tears again as he pulls away.
“I'm sorry, I can’t help it. M'jus' so happy. I-I always cry at everything, I don’t mean to…” Zenitsu sniffles, trying to pull himself together.
“I know, and I love that about you. I only used to pretend to find it annoying,” you smile, pressing your forehead against his, your eyes meeting his golden ones, and when he smiles back at you, you finally recognize that lovesick expression of his from the photo. “You’re my crybaby, now.”
Just imagining puppy!Dazai and bunny!Sigma going into heat while you're out at work…
Sigma’s heat will trigger Dazai’s, and since you’re out, they have to fuck each other. They both want you instead, but they really can’t control themselves — when you get home it feels too good for them to stop.
You’ll open the door to find Sigma bent over on all fours on the carpet, face pressed against the ground, flushed and drooling, arching hard into Dazai, while Dazai is gripping Sigma’s small waist, rolling his hips against his ass, pushing his cock deep inside, head lolling forward, moaning at each thrust.
You’ll laugh as you walk up to them, grabbing a fistful of Dazai’s sweaty hair and forcing his head up to look at you. Dazai moans at the feeling of being manhandled but doesn’t have much other response – his eyes are foggy and far away, pupils blown, and as soon as you snicker, muttering “dumb puppy”, and drop his head, his eyes shoot back to where his dick is plunging in and out of Sigma’s hole, entranced by the lewd sight.
Sigma is more responsive to your presence – his eyes light up when he sees you and he tries to push himself up to greet you, to no avail. You sit in front of him and help him up a bit off the carpet, supporting him with your arms, letting him grab onto your shoulders, whining out “mommy” over and over into your neck while Dazai ruts into him from behind. You just stroke his hair and mutter “I know, bunny, I’m here now.”
You’ll ask Sig if he feels good and he’ll nod rapidly, unable to stop himself from drooling onto your shoulder. His poor cock is slapping against his stomach with the force of Dazai’s thrusts, so hard and clearly untouched, all pretty and pink and dripping. You can tell he’s close and you’ll reach out and stroke his cock to help him because Dazai sure as hell isn’t focused on that.
Poor baby, he’ll look up at you, so pitifully grateful for the bare minimum, gasping out, “ahh-thank you–thank you-”, twitching into your hand.
“Awwh, poor bunny,” you’ll pout at him, “Dazai’s been mean to you, huh? Is he being a selfish puppy?” and Sigma will just nod, only half aware of what you’re saying but loving the way you’re cooing at him and coddling him, like “Uh-huh, uh-huh. s-so mean…g-gonna cum, mommy~”
“S’okay, bunny. Go ahead, you’re okay.”
He’ll bite down softly on your shoulder, crying out as he cums all over your lap, gripping your shoulders in his trembling hands like you’re going to disappear as soon as he finishes.
Dazai can barely even process anything until he gets his first load out into Sigma’s ass. His balls are so tight and heavy and his cock is aching, his brain is hazy and his whole body is on fire. He can barely get a coherent word out besides “ffffuckk…” and “s-so tight….”
When he finally lets go, his thick cum pumping into Sigma’s tight hole, he digs his nails hard into Sigma’s ass, moaning loudly. “Fuck–…cumming!”
Sigma will cry out, grabbing your shirt, and whimper “mommyy he’s hurting meee…” and you’ll stroke his hair and coo at him, making his brain go fuzzy again. He’ll just cling onto you hard as Dazai finally slows down, sniffling and nuzzling into your neck, scenting you to calm himself down.
Dazai will be panting heavily as he pulls out, still dazed but finally registering that you’re there, and he’ll crawl over to you and collapse his head into your lap, not caring that you’re covered in Sigma’s cum. Already feeling his cock hardening again, hyper-responsive to your scent, he’ll just nuzzle his head against you and moan softly, murmuring “you’re home~ ♡ thank god. Please help us.”
-ˋˏ᯽ a/n: might make this into a full fic later...pls tell me i'm not the only one obsessed w/ sigzai and their dynamic <3 also hope i'm not the only hybrid freak out there oops! sorry for the kinktober delay, day 4 is coming out soon! enjoy this in the meantime hehe˚⊹.♡ ࣪⊹˚.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ crybaby |➶| it's not zenitsu's fault that he cries so easily, or that he looks so cute when he does it. it is his fault for forgetting to shut his door when he's jerking off, though. | kinktober '25 .˚⊹. ࣪𓉸 ࣪⊹˚.
Just imagining puppy!Dazai and bunny!Sigma going into heat while you're out at work…
Sigma’s heat will trigger Dazai’s, and since you’re out, they have to fuck each other. They both want you instead, but they really can’t control themselves — when you get home it feels too good for them to stop.
You’ll open the door to find Sigma bent over on all fours on the carpet, face pressed against the ground, flushed and drooling, arching hard into Dazai, while Dazai is gripping Sigma’s small waist, rolling his hips against his ass, pushing his cock deep inside, head lolling forward, moaning at each thrust.
You’ll laugh as you walk up to them, grabbing a fistful of Dazai’s sweaty hair and forcing his head up to look at you. Dazai moans at the feeling of being manhandled but doesn’t have much other response – his eyes are foggy and far away, pupils blown, and as soon as you snicker, muttering “dumb puppy”, and drop his head, his eyes shoot back to where his dick is plunging in and out of Sigma’s hole, entranced by the lewd sight.
Sigma is more responsive to your presence – his eyes light up when he sees you and he tries to push himself up to greet you, to no avail. You sit in front of him and help him up a bit off the carpet, supporting him with your arms, letting him grab onto your shoulders, whining out “mommy” over and over into your neck while Dazai ruts into him from behind. You just stroke his hair and mutter “I know, bunny, I’m here now.”
You’ll ask Sig if he feels good and he’ll nod rapidly, unable to stop himself from drooling onto your shoulder. His poor cock is slapping against his stomach with the force of Dazai’s thrusts, so hard and clearly untouched, all pretty and pink and dripping. You can tell he’s close and you’ll reach out and stroke his cock to help him because Dazai sure as hell isn’t focused on that.
Poor baby, he’ll look up at you, so pitifully grateful for the bare minimum, gasping out, “ahh-thank you–thank you-”, twitching into your hand.
“Awwh, poor bunny,” you’ll pout at him, “Dazai’s been mean to you, huh? Is he being a selfish puppy?” and Sigma will just nod, only half aware of what you’re saying but loving the way you’re cooing at him and coddling him, like “Uh-huh, uh-huh. s-so mean…g-gonna cum, mommy~”
“S’okay, bunny. Go ahead, you’re okay.”
He’ll bite down softly on your shoulder, crying out as he cums all over your lap, gripping your shoulders in his trembling hands like you’re going to disappear as soon as he finishes.
Dazai can barely even process anything until he gets his first load out into Sigma’s ass. His balls are so tight and heavy and his cock is aching, his brain is hazy and his whole body is on fire. He can barely get a coherent word out besides “ffffuckk…” and “s-so tight….”
When he finally lets go, his thick cum pumping into Sigma’s tight hole, he digs his nails hard into Sigma’s ass, moaning loudly. “Fuck–…cumming!”
Sigma will cry out, grabbing your shirt, and whimper “mommyy he’s hurting meee…” and you’ll stroke his hair and coo at him, making his brain go fuzzy again. He’ll just cling onto you hard as Dazai finally slows down, sniffling and nuzzling into your neck, scenting you to calm himself down.
Dazai will be panting heavily as he pulls out, still dazed but finally registering that you’re there, and he’ll crawl over to you and collapse his head into your lap, not caring that you’re covered in Sigma’s cum. Already feeling his cock hardening again, hyper-responsive to your scent, he’ll just nuzzle his head against you and moan softly, murmuring “you’re home~ ♡ thank god. Please help us.”
-ˋˏ᯽ a/n: might make this into a full fic later...pls tell me i'm not the only one obsessed w/ sigzai and their dynamic <3 also hope i'm not the only hybrid freak out there oops! sorry for the kinktober delay, day 4 is coming out soon! enjoy this in the meantime hehe˚⊹.♡ ࣪⊹˚.
bunny hybrid ness gets so pathetic when he’s in his rut
ness had been pacing your apartment for almost an hour, ears flicking restlessly and his soft little tail twitching like it had a mind of its own. you’d never seen him like this. normally he was shy, all big eyes and soft touches, but tonight his skin was flushed and his pupils blown wide. his rut had him trembling.
“please,” he whimpered, pressing his forehead to your thigh as you sat on the bed. his ears drooped over your lap, warm and velvety. “please, i can’t think. i just—i need you so bad.” his voice cracked on the last word, a choked little sound that went straight to your core.
“alexis…” you cupped his jaw, thumb stroking the damp skin under his eye. “use your words.”
he shuddered, breath hitching as his hands crept up your thighs. “need to be inside you. need to breed you. can’t stop thinking about it. i’ll be good, i promise, please let me—”
you pulled him up by his hair, his ears flicking back as you kissed him. he moaned into your mouth, hips already rutting helplessly against your stomach. “get on the bed,” you said and he scrambled, all clumsy limbs and trembling muscles.
when you straddled him, his whole body arched up, tail quivering. his cock was already leaking against his stomach, flushed an angry red. “fuck,” he sobbed, grabbing at your hips but not daring to push. “please, please—”
you lined him up and sank down slowly, and ness let out a sound somewhere between a sob and a growl. his ears flattened, teeth sinking into his lip. “ohgodohgodohgod,” he babbled, hands sliding to your waist. “so warm, so tight—”
you moved, slow at first, letting him feel every inch. he tried to be still, but the rut had him jerking up into you in messy thrusts, whining as his claws dug little crescents into your skin. “need to fill you,” he gasped. “need to make you mine, make you full—”
“then do it,” you whispered against his ear, tugging it between your teeth. “show me.”
ness broke. his hips snapped up hard, fucking into you with a desperate rhythm, his tail twitching wildly. tears streaked down his cheeks as he whined your name, forehead pressed to your chest. “gonna breed you,” he cried. “gonna fill you up, gonna make sure everyone knows you’re mine—”you clenched around him and he let out a strangled sob. “please, please, can i cum? need to cum inside, need it so bad—”
“cum for me, bunny,” you said, nails dragging down his back.
he let out a high, broken sound as his body locked up under you, cock throbbing deep inside. warmth flooded you in spurts, endless, as he trembled and whined against your skin. even after he emptied himself, he kept rocking his hips, still desperate, still rutting like his instincts wouldn’t let him stop.
“good boy,” you murmured, stroking his ears. “look at the mess you made.”
ness whimpered, eyes glassy, still buried deep inside you. “more,” he whispered hoarsely. “please… i can give you more.”
ˏˋ°•*🕸 CONTENT ♰ mdni! sub!yuuta, dom!maki, dom!fem!reader, threesome, inexperienced!yuuta, perv!yuuta, college!au (everyone is adults), bisexual!maki & reader, premature ejaculation, blowjob, unprotected sex, p in v, face riding, cum eating, maki is mean, you're kinda mean too, yuuta likes it, you & maki are popular, yuuta is a cute loser, yuuta is sensitive, use of nicknames for yuuta (love, puppy, good boy, pervert), nobody is drunk - maybe like one drink each :p
ˏˋ°•*🕸 KINKTOBER MASTERLIST
ˏˋ°•*🕸 A/N ♰ it's a great day to be bisexual! not me disappearing for two weeks then dropping a NOVEL. this is so long...i'm sorry (or not if you like that) (you can skip to the 1st divider for when the smut starts if you want! 2nd divider is when they fully f/ck) also i'm so behind...kinktober is def gonna bleed into nonstop nut november. but i still plan to write everything dw! sorry for the delay, but now you get yuuta AND maki, so that makes up for it a bit.
bitte schön, enjoy ;).˚⊹. ࣪𓉸 ࣪⊹˚.
You and Maki are out of Yuuta’s league... by a long shot. Confident, gorgeous, top of the class, always together, holding each others’ love interests to the highest standards – anyone in your school would consider themselves lucky if you or Maki were to look at them twice.
And Toge knew how hot Yuuta found you – both of you. Frankly, it was hard for Toge to tell which one of you made him blush harder when you’d walk by, because seeing one of you without the other was a once-in-a-blue-moon sighting. Yet whenever Toge would nudge Yuuta to warn him of your approach, giving him that little smirk as if to say, “C’mon, say hi to them! You know you want to”, Yuuta’s eyes would go wide and he’d give Toge a death glare, silently begging him to not make things obvious.
Yuuta may be shy and socially awkward, but he’s anything but stupid; he knows how things like this work. He’d be damned before he’d embarrass himself trying to shoot his shot with either of the two most popular girls in the class and getting instantly shut down.
But tonight, Yuuji, an acquaintance of Toge and Yuuta’s from the class below them, is hosting a post-midterm party at his place, meaning there’s a lot of alcohol in Toge’s system - and he can be prone to being a little shit.
So when he stumbled out of the bathroom to see you and Maki giggling and pulling each other into the guest room next to Yuuji’s room, Toge simply couldn’t help himself. He whipped out his phone, grinning devilishly as he staggered down the hallway, texting his best friend to meet him at the guest room immediately - there was a surprise there ;)
Yuuta approached the room assuming that Toge was in there, maybe with more shots in hand that Yuuta would have to talk him out of doing.
Now imagine his surprise when he creaked open the door to find you straddling Maki, seated on the edge of the bed, both of you giggling softly in between kisses as you made out.
Of course, Yuuta’s first instinct was to slam the door shut – what else would he do? He’s not a creep!
And yet, here he stands now. A full minute has passed, and he’s frozen in place, staring dumbly through the open slit in the door, contemplating what to do. How did he get here? Did Toge know that you and Maki were in here? He must have, right?
Yuuta feels his palms growing sweaty as he watches Maki’s hands travel to your butt, roughly pulling you closer against her. Were you and Maki dating? He feels heat swirl in his stomach as you grab at Maki’s - now messy - ponytail, pulling her head back, making her moan lowly. How did nobody know this? Yuuta didn’t even know either of you were gay!
You whisper something in Maki’s ear, and Yuuta watches Maki’s eyebrows perk up in interest. Yuuta tries to calm his breathing as he finds himself leaning forward subconsciously, as if trying to hear what you’re whispering. He’s white knuckling the door handle, pushing it open just a millimeter more. Yuuta bites his lip as he hears you laugh against Maki’s neck, and watches Maki smile dangerously, before her eyes shoot to the door, locking with Yuuta’s.
It takes him almost a full second to process this. When he finally does, he nearly jumps out of his skin, gasping sharply.
“I–I’m sorry!” He yelps, slamming the door so fast he catches his shirt in it. He tries to run, but gets yanked back, opening the door again in a panic to get it out.
“Yuuta, stop. Don’t leave.”
Your voice isn’t raised – you simply say it out loud – but it catches Yuuta’s ears so sharply that there’s nothing he can do but freeze in place, hand on the doorknob, face concealed just behind the crack, his heart beating out of his chest.
You know his name?
After another ten seconds of Yuuta standing behind the crack in the door, panicking over what to say, his face hidden, you and Maki look at each other before laughing out loud.
“Come on, don’t be shy now. We already saw you,” you call out sweetly.
“Come in,” Maki echoes.
Slowly, inch by inch, the door creaks open, revealing Yuuta, his cheeks burning, eyes wide and panicked like prey, frantically darting back and forth between you and Maki. At this point, you’ve pulled yourself off of Maki’s lap, and are sitting next to her at the foot of the bed.
Yuuta clears his throat, trying to form his defense, but the only thing that comes to mind is, “I-I…I didn’t mean to–”
“Come in,” Maki repeats, “Don’t just stand there gawking. Or did you not hear me?”
Yuuta is confused to say the least, but finds himself unable to resist either of your commands. As if his body is being controlled by another mind, he takes two shaky steps forward into the room. His hand lingers on the door, looking between you and Maki questioningly.
“What? Are you waiting for a command?” you raise an eyebrow at him, an amused smile etched across your face. “Shut the door.”
Yuuta nods quickly, pulling the door closed behind him. As the handle clicks shut, Yuuta feels his stomach lurch with anxiety. What has he gotten himself into? Are you guys gonna yell at him? Call him a pervert? He has to explain himself.
“I’m so sorry–” he starts, fists opening and closing at his sides. “I-I just…I was.. I just…”
“You-you-you just…?” Maki raises an eyebrow at him. Yuuta shivers, feeling his stomach flip at her tone.
“Was just…w-walking by…I–I didn’t see anything, really! I-I can just go, and–”
“No? You didn’t see anything? You weren’t standing there for the past few minutes watching us make out?”
Yuuta shakes his head rapidly, at a loss for words.
“So did you get a boner the second you passed the door?” You ask him, still smiling, “or were you just walking around the party with it?”
Yuuta gulps, eyes dropping down to his crotch, feeling his cheeks flush with shame at the noticeable tent in his pants. He had been so caught up in his confusion and anxiety that he didn’t even notice himself getting hard.
“Which one is it?” you ask again, still sounding amused. Yuuta doesn’t think he can lift his gaze to meet yours, and even if he could, he doesn’t know who to look at. So he just continues to stare at the ground, fingers grasping at the sides of his t-shirt, trying to pull it down enough to cover his crotch.
“I-I’m sorry,” he blurts out, before mumbling almost inaudibly, “Please don’t tell everyone.”
Yuuta doesn’t have to specify who everyone is – you both know who he means. The entire class – no, the whole school for that matter – would surely eat up a rumor about Yuuta the creep, peeking into rooms at parties and getting boners from watching popular girls make out.
Yuuta can already feel tears of humiliation pricking in his eyes just from thinking about it. The way people will look at him in the hallway, the whispers from under their breaths. The way he will go from being comfortably invisible to being under constant judgement and scrutiny.
For a minute – a whole, long, dreadful minute – the room is left blanketed in silence; one so suffocating that it draws the tears from Yuuta’s eyes, leaving them running down his hot cheeks in shameful little trails.
“Look at us,” Maki commands him. Yuuta grits his teeth and forces himself to raise his head, lip wobbling with the effort of trying to hold in any audible noises of distress. You and Maki leave Yuuta in suspense for another painful ten seconds before you look at each other, smile, and burst out laughing.
“Oh, you poor thing,” You spring up off the bed, making Yuuta jump like a bunny, before making your way across the room to him and taking his hand in yours. Yuuta feels his stomach flip with excitement again at the warm feeling of your hand in his, and he hardly can process what’s happening as you drag him behind you towards the bed. “Were we too mean to you? Huh?”
“Oh please, we were not. He was the one creeping on us,” Maki reminds you as you push Yuuta down onto the bed, mumbling a quick “sit,” to him.
“Yeah, but look at him, he’s crying,” you coo at him like he’s a cold, wet animal on the side of the street. “I’m sorry, Yuuta, did we make you cry?” you pout at him as you wipe the tears from his face, and Yuuta frantically grasps at the bedding in his hands, stiffening up at your touch. It feels so nice against his face, but he’s still so anxious, and he really can’t tell if you’re messing with him or not. But the way your soft fingers stroke against his skin is rendering his brain completely unable to work out your motive.
“Yeah, but look, he’s still hard. Don’t feel too bad for him,” Maki sneers at him, gesturing to his crotch. Yuuta mentally curses his body for being so out-of-step with his brain right now, and frantically grabs at the hem of his shirt, trying to pull it down.
“Stop that, it’s okay,” you swat his hands away, accidentally brushing against Yuuta’s bulge in the process, and Yuuta jerks, letting out an audible whimper. Your eyes light up as Yuuta clamps a hand over his mouth and you turn to Maki, ecstatically. “Maki, did you hear that?? He’s sensitive!”
“Of course he is, he’s probably never been laid before,” Maki scoffs, crawling closer to Yuuta on the bed before leaning down towards him a bit, her low-cut cowl-neck top putting her cleavage on full display. Yuuta swallows thickly, feeling himself twitch in his pants, and tries to look anywhere else. “Am I right, Yuuta? Are you a virgin?”
Yuuta shakes his head no, cheeks flushing harder, squeezing the fabric of his shirt in his hands. He’s not lying – he technically lost his virginity during his freshman year of college to a girl in his debate club. However, it was a terrible experience. She had expected him to throw her onto the bed and boss her around, have his way with her, and Yuuta had panicked, having no idea what to do or say. He was way too nervous about his performance to enjoy a single second of it. He didn’t even cum – he’s pretty sure she didn’t, either – but he technically isn’t a virgin.
Maki doesn’t seem to believe him, though.
He knows this because she raises a scrutinizing eyebrow at him and says, “I don’t believe you.”
“I-..I’m not, though…” Yuuta stutters.
“Yeah? So you’re experienced, huh? You know how to make a girl feel good?”
Yuuta blushes again, lowering his head, his lip still wobbling from the anxiety.
“Maki, stop it, you’re being too mean. Look at him, he’s gonna cry again! Poor thing,” You place your hand on Yuuta’s thigh, rubbing up and down gently. You intend it as a comforting gesture, but Yuuta’s cock jumps at the contact, and his hands fly to cover his face as he lets out an embarrassing noise.
Yuuta stays hidden behind his hands while you and Maki whisper to each other for a minute. He peeks through his fingers to look at your hand on his thigh – your delicate fingers with your pale pink acrylic nails, rubbing soothing circles into his thigh just inches from his crotch. Yuuta feels a fresh wave of blood rush to his groin at the thought of what your hand would look like higher up, rubbing your thumb over his bulge instead of his leg. Or under his pants – what would your pretty fingers look like wrapped around his cock?
Yuuta whines into his hands at the thought, his hips bucking up against his will, and it snaps you and Maki out of your whisper session. You give one last look at each other before you each take one of his hands, gently peeling them away from his face. Yuuta sniffles, eyes darting nervously between yours and Maki’s.
Maki wears a twisted smile on her face, almost like she’s seen something disgusting, and yet it’s intriguing her nonetheless. Your expression is different but equally disconcerting - like he’s a pet and you’re about to act on your cuteness aggression; like you want to eat him.
You open your mouth, and Yuuta squirms with anxiety, but whatever he expected you to say flies out the window when you ask,
“Do you want to fuck us?”
Yuuta doesn’t fully process that this is really happening - regardless of his eager yes - until you’re pressed flush on his lap, your lips meeting his, grinding against his bulge. Yuuta’s eyes blow wide and he moans into your mouth, his hips bucking up to meet yours. He tries to focus on kissing you back, scared you’re gonna taste his inexperience on your tongue and change your mind, but the pressure against is cock is already rendering him unable to focus.
Yuuta’s lips go slack against yours as he pants desperately into your mouth, his head starting to lull back against the headboard at the feeling.
“Aren’t you gonna kiss me back?” you whisper, smiling against his lips.
“I-I can’t, I–fuck…it’s a lot…S-slow down, please?”
Yuuta lets out a relieved breath as your hips still against his bulge, and Maki laughs out loud.
“Damn, she’s not even doing anything yet. A little grinding and you’re already going dumb? How touch starved are you?”
Yuuta drops his head in embarrassment, mumbling out an apology, and you cup his face in your hands, raising it up so his eyes meet yours. “Heyy, don’t be sad. It’s okay! We can go slow, don’t worry,” you smile at him, pressing a kiss to his nose.
Yuuta feels himself melt under your gaze, never having had someone be this kind or gentle with him – and it’s not just someone, it’s you. He clears his throat, trying to keep himself grounded. “C-can…can we try again?” He looks up at you, big eyes so hopeful, and you have to fight to swallow down your urges for the time being. “...Really wanna kiss you,” he adds softly.
“Of course we can,” you gently tilt his head up and press your lips against his. Now that you’ve stilled yourself against him, Yuuta can actually focus, and god, he didn’t know kissing could feel this good. Your taste is intoxicating – he feels dizzy as you slip your tongue into his mouth, and he grips the sheets again to ground himself.
He jumps when he feels Maki start to slide herself behind him, settling down between him and the headboard with her legs on either side of him, his back pressed against her chest. He tries to remain calm and focus on kissing you, even as he feels Maki’s boobs pressing against his shoulder blades. Maki wraps her hands around him, gently caressing his stomach through his shirt. Yuuta loses his rhythm again, moaning against your mouth, and you pull away.
“No, please-” Yuuta leans forward, chasing after your lips.
“Shhh,” you shush him, pressing a finger to his lips, and Maki pulls him back against her. Yuuta pouts, already missing your taste. “Relax. Be patient.” Your hands fall to the bottom of your shirt, starting to pull it up. Yuuta’s eyes widen and he bites his lip in anticipation - he doesn’t even notice Maki pulling up his own shirt until it reaches his armpits.
“Arms up,” she instructs him, and he listens without thinking, letting her pull his shirt up over his head.
Yuuta feels a slight twinge of embarrassment at being shirtless in front of his two crushes, but it quickly dissolves at the sight in front of him. You’re not wearing a bra, as it would have ruined the look of your backless going-out top, and Yuuta feels himself go dumb at the sight of your chest. He stares like an idiot, looking like he got factory-reset, and all of his data is still uploading into his brain.
“What? Never seen boobs before?” You smile at him, and when he doesn’t respond after a moment, you reach forward to tweak one of his nipples. Yuuta jolts, letting out a whine, but he can’t bring himself to look away.
“No, I-I have,” he mumbles defensively, his cheeks flushing harder.
“Okay, then breathe,” you laugh at him, leaning in to kiss him again.
“...You’re just really pretty,” he mumbles against your lips. “...that’s all.”
You pull away for a second just to meet his eyes, the innocent sincerity behind his compliment making your heart swell in your chest. “Thanks,” you whisper, “so are you.”
“Eugh, so sappy,” Maki glances at Yuuta’s hands, still white-knuckling the bed sheets. “You know you can touch her, right?” she whispers in his ear.
Yuuta just blinks, shivering at her breath against his neck.
“C-can I?” he whispers to you.
“Of course you can, Yuuta,” you smile warmly at him. The way his name rolls off your tongue combined with Maki grabbing his hands and bringing them up to cup your boobs makes his stomach swirl with heat. He squeezes them gently, making you grind against his lap at the feeling.
“Ngh,” Yuuta whines, kneading them more. “S-So soft.”
“They’re nice, huh?” Maki whispers to him. “You’re lucky you get to touch them, you really don’t deserve it.” Her hands settle on Yuuta’s chest, tweaking both of his nipples again. He jolts, squeezing your boobs harder at the intensity. “You should thank her.”
“T-Thank you,” He stutters out against your lips, “thank you.”
“Of course, Yuuta.”
You continue to let him play with your boobs as you kiss him, but you scoot yourself back off of his bulge when you notice Maki’s hands making their way downward.
Yuuta whines in protest at the lack of pressure, bucking his hips up.
“Shhh. Be patient, love,” you remind him, trailing your kisses across his face, down to his jaw, and onto his neck.
Yuuta pants, throwing his head back against Maki’s shoulder.
“Feeling good?” you whisper to him.
“Uh-...uh-huh…” Yuuta nods his head, not trusting himself with words. He bites his lip hard to suppress the loud noise that bubbles up in his throat as Maki’s hands come to play with the button of his pants.
“Is this okay?” you whisper to him between kisses against his sensitive skin, “Can we take off your pants?”
Yuuta feels nervous, especially with the way Maki has been teasing him, but your soft words in his ear are like a spell, and he doesn't think he can do anything to disagree with you. He nods his head like he’s in a trance, imagining the nice things you’ll say to him for listening to you.
“Good boy,” you whisper to him, just as he imagined. Yuuta squeezes his eyes shut, trying to ignore the way he feels like he could cum just from the combination of Maki’s hands pulling him out of his pants and that phrase coming from your mouth if he let himself.
Yuuta lifts his hips a bit so you and Maki can work his pants (and boxers) down his legs, and you gasp, startling him, and making his hands fly to cover his face.
“Yuuta!” He perks up, shifting one finger on his face so his eye can peek out at you. “It’s so pretty!!”
Yuuta whimpers, covering his eye again, feeling himself blush intensely.
“Maki, look! Look how cute!”
Maki leans over his shoulder, grinning. “Yeah, he’s pretty.”
“Look how pink it is! He’s so hard.”
“Look how much he’s leaking,” Maki bites Yuuta’s ear softly. “It’s dripping down the side already. He’s wet like a girl.”
“Awww, so cute,” you resist the urge to run your finger up his shaft, collecting the excessive precum that’s dripping down.
The way the two of you are talking about him to each other as if he’s not there, or rather, like he’s not on the same level as you, makes his brain turn to mush. You’re treating him like a dog, and as humiliating as it is, Yuuta doesn’t think he’s ever been harder in his life.
You lean down and blow against his cock, and Yuuta gasps, tensing his muscles to keep his hips still.
“Awh, he’s so twitchy, too,” you giggle. “You like being praised? Huh, Yuuta?”
Yuuta fights against his humiliation, nodding rapidly, still finding himself unable to resist following any words that come out of your mouth.
“I think he likes being belittled,” Maki comments. “He’s a little perv and he knows it. He’s lucky just to be here.”
“Noo,” you pout, gently rubbing at Yuuta’s tip with one finger, a choked moan ripping itself from his throat as his cock twitches up hard, chasing your retreating hand.
“Nghhh!”
“He’s a good boy, I can tell. Aren’t you, Yuuta?”
“Please,” Yuuta pants, pushing his hips up at you.
“Please what?” you tilt your head at him.
“Please can you t-touch it? It hurts.”
“See, Maki? He knows how to ask nicely,” Your hand forms a ring around his cock, but you don’t touch it, hovering right around his tip. “You want me to touch you, huh, puppy? It hurts?”
“Yes! Please, please–”
“Don’t move,” Maki whispers sharply, as if reading his mind.
Yuuta fights to not buck up into your hand. You’re so close to touching him!
“I don’t know,” you look up at Maki playfully. “What do you think, Maki? Should I?”
Yuuta feels all of his dignity slipping away, his hips trembling. He watches as another drop of precum beads at his tip.
“Please. I’ll do anything. I’ll be so good for you, please, I need it–I–...oh fuck!”
Yuuta’s eyes roll back into his head as you remove your hand completely, dip your head down, and wrap your lips around his cock, instantly taking half of him into your mouth and sucking hard.
“Fuck, fuck, no w-wait...oh my god, I can't–hah–I-ngghh~" Yuuta’s hands fly to the nearest thing, which happens to be Maki’s thighs wrapped around him, and he grips them tightly, his head falling back on her shoulder. He expected your hand – he really doesn't think he can handle this. He doesn’t even try to control his moans, so blown away at the feeling, and Maki chuckles at the intensity of his response as you allow him to gently fuck himself up into your mouth.
“Do you like it, Yuuta?" Maki whispers in his ear.
"Y-yes but I–ahh- s'too good…I-fuck please...s-slow down!”
You don't listen to him, instead sinking your head lower, taking him all the way into your mouth until his tip hits the back of your throat. Yuuta's pupils blow wide as he feels his stomach start to tighten.
“Shit, I can’t…wait–fuck–” Yuuta tries to squirm away from your mouth, but Maki throws her legs over his, pinning them down. He squeezes his eyes shut, forcing himself to take deep breaths.
“Please, I-I really can’t...m’gonna cum already–”
“You better not cum yet, it’s been ten seconds. Look at her.” Maki bites into Yuuta's neck and he shivers, feeling himself teeter closer to the edge.
He shakes his head, his eyes blurring with tears.
“Hnngh…c-can’t…”
“I thought you were gonna be good for us?” Maki bites down harder and Yuuta wails, squirming in place, but having nowhere to go to escape the onslaught of sensations. He blinks away his tears and glances down at you. At your beautiful face that he’s stared at so many times – probably jerked off to even more times –, at your delicate lips stretched around his thick cock, almost as pink as the gloss you’re wearing at this point, at the way your pretty hands rest on his thighs, gently rubbing at his skin. It’s so lewd. Yuuta moans in disbelief, stuttering out your name as he snaps his head away, feeling his balls tighten.
“Fuck. I can’t, I really c-can’t. G-Gonna cum. Ahhh-please–”
“Look at her,” Maki snarls.
“I can’t!” Yuuta buries his head in her arm, tears streaming down his face. “I can’t, I’m really gonna cum!”
“Don’t you dare. It’s been twenty seconds.”
“I-I can’t help it! I can't!” Yuuta looks down at you, trying to think of anything to stop himself from cumming. But as soon as your eyes shoot up to meet his, he knows he’s fucked. The glint in them is so knowing – like Maki’s words are telling him one thing, but your eyes are telling him another, and he really can’t help it anymore.
Yuuta lets out a pathetic cry as he cums down your throat, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. The shame of cumming so soon fights for control of his mind against the overwhelming pleasure he’s feeling. “Fuuuckk…aahhh-…m’sorry…I’m so s-sorry, ohmygod–ngggh…”
You let him rock his hips up into your mouth as he rides out his orgasm, knowing he really has no control over it, letting his hot cum pool in your mouth, holding it there. After a minute, you pull off, keeping your mouth shut, and give Maki a knowing look, which goes completely over Yuuta’s head.
Yuuta pants, the realization of what happened setting in, and quickly glances at you as you inch closer to him, his stomach flipping with anxiety. “I-I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean t--mmfffhh–” Yuuta’s cut off as Maki grabs his face, squeezing his cheeks as she tilts his head up.
“Open.”
Regardless of his confusion, Yuuta opens his mouth without protest, whining at Maki’s almost painful grip on his jaw.
You lower yourself towards his face, and for a moment, Yuuta thinks you’re going to kiss him. But then you smirk before opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue, letting Yuuta’s cum drip out of your mouth and straight into his own.
“Nggh-” Yuuta squirms against Maki, but the way she’s pressing on his jaw keeps it open.
“Shhh. Take it. This is what you get for not listening.”
Yuuta sobs in defeat, keeping his tongue out for you as the rest of his cum drips into his mouth. You smile at him sweetly when you're finished, planting a kiss on his forehead, which makes his stomach swirl with warmth.
“Swallow,” you whisper to him. Yuuta wonders if you’re actually a witch, because his body listens to you well before his brain has time to process it.
His face scrunches at the unfamiliar taste, unsure how he feels about it, but as soon as he sees your own face light up, he knows it was worth it.
“Good boy, Yuuta!” You scratch at his head as Maki releases his jaw, and Yuuta lets out a relieved breath, nuzzling his head into your hand.
You press a kiss to his lips and Yuuta melts into it, whining into your mouth. He draws in a shaky breath as you pull away, looking down at his hands. “M'sorry for cumming so soon…”
You were honestly planning on teasing him more, but seeing his face, the tears brimming in his big, sad puppy eyes, you can’t resist comforting him.
“Awwh, it’s okay, love. I know, that was a lot.” You bring your hand to his face, gently rubbing at his cheek, assuming he’s done for the night. You’re a little disappointed, but it was your fault, after all. He did warn you he was gonna cum – many times.
To your surprise, though, Yuuta turns his head and licks your palm.
“C-Can we go again?” he breathes, looking up at you with hooded eyes.
You ignore Maki’s snort of laughter.
“You wanna go again, puppy?” You smile at him, wiping at one of the tears that still hadn’t dried on his cheek. “Are you sure you don’t need a break?”
Yuuta shakes his head rapidly. “No, I can do it! Please. W-wanna go again.”
Yuuta grabs your free hand, feeling a bit bold, and brings it down to his cock, which is already hard again. He shudders as soon as you make contact with it, whining at you, and with the look of pure desperation on his face, you realize you couldn’t say no to him even if you wanted to.
“Fuck,” you mutter, stroking him lazily, his head falling forward onto your shoulder at the pleasure.
“Please,” he whines in your ear, “Gonna last longer this time. Promise~”
It’s only a matter of minutes until you have Yuuta on his back, both you and Maki stripped naked.
Yuuta had begged both of you to let him help you, but you had refused, forcing him to watch as you slowly stripped each other.
Yuuta has been lazily stroking his cock for the past few minutes now, watching with hearts in his eyes as the two of you undress, taking your time, kissing each other all over, putting on a show for him.
Finally, the two of you pull away from each other and look at him with a smile.
“You wanna keep touching yourself, or do you wanna fuck us?”
Yuuta rips his hand off his cock so fast, as if he thought he could hide what he was doing, bolting upright from his relaxed position against the pillows.
“Please. Please, I’m so ready I-...I’m so hard for you.”
“I can see that,” Maki chuckles at him, slowly crawling into his lap. She stops for a moment, pressing herself against him, breathing out a moan as her clit brushes against his cock. She drops her forehead against Yuuta’s, smirking at him as she rolls her hips again. Yuuta gasps loudly at the contact, practically drooling as he ruts up against Maki’s pussy. His eyes light up hearing her moan again, the thought of him making one of you feel good instead of just the other way around getting him more worked up than he thought was possible.
“Y-You’re so pretty,” he stutters out, fighting to keep his eyes from fluttering shut as she rubs him through her folds, spreading her wetness on his cock.
“I know,” she grins at him, leaning forward to bite at his bottom lip. Yuuta whines loudly, his cock twitching hard.
“Please. P-Please, Maki–I need it,” He dumbly ruts his cock up against her, waiting for her to slip him inside, but to his dismay, she simply chuckles again, pushing on his chest until he’s laying down closer to flat, propped up on the two pillows you had slipped behind him without him noticing.
“Relax. Lay down.” Yuuta’s eyes dart down to her eagerly as she crawls up his chest, approaching his head.
“Gonna sit on your face, puppy. You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”
Yuuta’s eyes light up, feeling himself salivate.
“Oh god. Please. Please, I want it so bad, Maki, I–ngggh~” Yuuta’s desperate pleading is cut off with a moan as you rub yourself against his cock, having climbed into his lap in Maki’s place, and Yuuta breathlessly whines out your name. “Oh my god, I–please…”
At this point, Maki turns herself around so she’s hovering over Yuuta’s face, facing you. Yuuta looks up at Maki – her gorgeous thighs spread around his head, her beautiful pussy just half a foot above his face, visibly glistening with slick –, he looks down at you – straddling him, full body on display, slowly rolling your hips against his bare cock, your wetness mixing with the precum that’s been steadily dripping down his cock, your hands gently caressing his stomach – and he squeezes his eyes shut, willing himself not to cum right then and there. This is probably the only time in his life that this is going to happen to him – he can not fuck it up again.
Maki dips her pussy down towards his lips, just enough for him to plant a desperate kiss on her clit, before she raises them up again, giggling.
“Please,” Yuuta breathes out, heat surging through his stomach.
You line yourself up with him, pushing just the very tip inside, just enough to clench around him a bit, before pulling him out.
“Fuck, fuck– please!” Yuuta feels his eyes blur with tears again, reaching his breaking point.
"Please what, Yuuta? You wanna fuck us?" You goad him as he nods rapidly. "Which one of us?"
"Both! N-Need you both," He pants.
"So greedy," Maki leers at him.
“Please, I’ll do anything. If you don’t fuck me, I-I’m gonna die–mpppfhhh~”
Before he can even process it, you sink yourself fully onto his cock, right as Maki lowers herself onto his face. Yuuta can’t do anything but moan helplessly into her pussy, his hips bucking up into yours.
“Fuuck~” You and Maki moan out at the same time, falling forward onto each other.
“Yuuta, you feel so fucking good,” you praise him as you roll your hips, grinding yourself deeper on his cock. “You fit so perfectly. Feel how wet I am for you?”
Yuuta whines against Maki’s folds, hands flying up to desperately grip at the backs of her thighs. Your praise goes straight to his head, and he cries more tears of pleasure, utterly overwhelmed at everything going on. Maki’s pussy in his face, yours wrapped around his cock – he briefly wonders if he died on the way to the party tonight, and was now in heaven.
The pleasure is so overwhelming that it’s hard to think – much less to eat pussy – but he forces himself to concentrate, desperately needing to please.
He pulls his head back slightly, kitten licking at Maki’s clit before he presses his lips to it softly, kissing it twice before latching onto it and swirling his tongue. His constant moans as you bounce yourself on his dick are vibrating against Maki’s core, making her eyes flutter shut.
“Oh fuck, Yuuta,” she moans against your mouth as you capture her lips in a heated kiss. “Who–ahhh…who trained you this good, puppy?”
Yuuta pulls back for a second, panting, his mouth a mess, his eyes completely glazed over with lust. Every time he opens his mouth, another moan is forced out of it. “N-No one…nnnnhh….” he whines loudly, licking a lewd stripe down Maki’s pussy, lapping up the wetness from between her folds. “J–hah–j-jus’ really wanna make you feel good…”
“Aww, see Maki?” your hands come up to cup her boobs, the way they’re bouncing in front of you as she rocks herself against Yuuta’s mouth putting you in a trance. “T-Told you he was a good boy.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Maki grinds herself harder against Yuuta’s face, leaning in to kiss you again.
The whole scene is a lot, even for you. Maki moaning into your mouth, the view of her arched over Yuuta’s face, the way he’s whining against her, helplessly rocking his hips up to meet you, combined with the way his cock fills you up so good, noticeably twitching inside you – you feel yourself getting close a lot faster than expected.
You slow your bouncing, opting to grind on his dick instead, sunk all the way down, leaning far enough forward to rub your clit against him.
“Fuck, Yuuta. Gonna make me cum soon,” you moan out, clenching around him.
Yuuta feels himself go dizzy at the way you clamp around him, his mouth disconnecting from Maki’s pussy as he lets out a long, breathy moan, his eyes starting to roll back into his head.
“Oh god… yes… please, w-wanna make you cum so bad…haaah…I-I’m close too, f-feels so good…”
“Keep using your mouth how you’re supposed to or I’ll stop,” you lie, grinning against Maki’s mouth, “if you cum before Maki does, this is never happening to you again.”
Fueled by the novel idea of the chance of this happening again, Yuuta squeezes his eyes shut, whining out through gritted teeth, feeling the knot in his stomach start to tighten. “Oh fuck, m’trying…s’hard to focus, I–ngghh…m-might cum again…ffuuck…”
“Just stick out your tongue, then." Maki rolls her eyes at his helplessness. "Dumb puppy.”
Yuuta nods eagerly at this, obediently sticking out his tongue, and Maki drops her weight onto his face, grinding herself down while Yuuta lays there dumbly, letting her fully ride his face.
Yuuta feels his brain going fuzzy as his cock starts to twitch harder, heat pooling stronger in his tummy. He doesn’t know what to do – it’s all too much for him – so he lays there like a good boy with his tongue out, letting the two of you use him to get off.
Yuuta really is lucky tonight. Because just as he’s starting to realize that he can’t hold it in any longer, he feels Maki’s thighs clamp around his head as she starts to tremble, only a few seconds before he feels you clench around his cock, grinding yourself harder against him.
“Oh fuck–I’m cumming,” Maki grips your arms, dropping her head against your shoulder.
“Me t-too–oh my god–” you grip her just as hard, tensing up around Yuuta’s cock as you finally feel the knot in your stomach snap. You and Maki moan into each others’ necks as you ride out your orgasms on Yuuta, panting heavily.
With the way you’re clenching around his cock, and the way Maki’s pussy is twitching against his mouth, Yuuta doesn’t stand a chance.
He can’t even warn you as he’s thrown into the most intense orgasm of his life; toes curling, eyes fully rolling back into his head as he paints your walls white, his hips rocking up into you desperately as he rides out his high. All he can do is cry at the pleasure, moaning out in between sobs, his tongue still out and completely covered in Maki.
A good minute or two passes before any of you move. It takes Yuuta tapping frantically at Maki’s thigh, realizing that he really can’t breathe all that well, for Maki to lift herself off of him with a breathless laugh.
Yuuta gasps for air, whining out and tensing up as you slowly slide yourself off of his cock, the oversensitivity finally kicking in.
He pushes himself up on his elbows, looking utterly stupefied. Glancing back and forth dumbly between the two of you as if the act of doing so was gonna make the right words appear in his head.
He’s still panting heavily, mouth drenched with spit and cum, his cock weeping against his stomach and in no better shape. His thighs are shaking from the intensity of his orgasm, and he watches as you and Maki sit yourselves down in front of him, Maki leaning her head against your shoulder as you both catch your breath.
Yuuta swallows the lump in his throat, drawing in a deep, shaky breath before he mutters, “T-Thank you~”
me degrading my school essay like a pathetic boy to get myself interested in it. aww you poor neglected essay :( you're so pathetic! do you want me to write you? yea? aww :( look at you you're so desperate to be written oh my goodness. look how needy you've gotten watching me write fanfiction while you're sitting there untouched :( aww are you gonna finish all on your own? without me even touching you? no? it's not enough, you need me to write you? you're so pathetic. beg for it :)
yea so actually i’m clawing at my walls chewing on fiber glass banging my head into concrete reading through ur master list HOLYSHIT. u write so good. i need to stuff ur blog into my mouth and run away into the woods GRAAAAAAAAAAAAA
yuuta and megumi fic got me all messed up. GOD i wish they were real and by real i mean alive EXACTLY in the way u describe them. IM GONNA RUN INTO THE FREEWAYYYYY
i love ur writing so much WHAT. THE. F.
hehehe THANK YOU SO MUCH!! this makes me so happyy genuinely. i wish they were real too 🥲
you can't run into the woods & the freeway silly pick one!
also...yuuta maki 3some just dropped, enjoyyyy >:) ♡♡♡
