Kei Uzuki is so pathetic that you have sex with him out of pity
"p..please."
his meek whisper rings as static to you. it seems to be the only word he knows.
an overload of emotions fills you, but the most noticeable impact is that of sympathy — your heart shakes and begs to quit failing at the pathetic sight of his withering body.
he chokes on his whine when you roll your hips teasingly, "please," he repeats. again. how many times has it been now? you can't remember.
those blue eyes of his pull you in to lean closer to him.
you smother his spit-covered lips with yours, forcing his mouth wide open so that you could push a string of saliva down his throat. he watches it dribble down with eager anticipation, his expression melting to swallow all of you.
his eyes widen once he feels your warm spit slide down his tongue, "mnn-" he whimpers.
you quickly shush him, one of your hands pulls his hair, brushing the hair away from his hot face. you can tell it was bothering him.
he leans into your touch, desperate for it. desperate for love.
you don't doubt he'll be crying and slobbering about for your attention. it's a pity. poor boy.
"i know.. i know. you needed this, didn't you? You needed an outlet to let everything go. lucky boy, aren't you? i gave in to you..."
"t-.. thank you.." his eyes twinkle as they stare up at you with a certain look.
"for what?" you hum, wanting to know more.
admiration, amazed? something similar.
you try your best to resist a head shake. he has no clue you don't feel a thing for him. it's so sad.
"f-for touching me, for.. for kissing me. my cock feels so good.." he breathes out, his tongue darting out to wet his pink lips. "i feel really good here.."
his fingers brush to the right side of his heart. his heart. heart.
Hello! I don't know whether your requests are closed or not, so you have my deepest apologies if they are! But can I request pegging Sakamoto Days men? (Especially Gaku, Nagumo and Uzuki) Have a great day or afternoon!!!
GAKU...
Is very peculiar with pegging because out of this entire list, he has less experience in this matter simply due to his age. If he had years of knowledge ahead of him, he would've been one of the craziest characters.
He knows far too much, much more than you expected him to know so this definitely means he's done extensive research on the correct way to do everything (truth be told, live chat can get very explicit so he's learned lots of unwanted information).
The cleaning process is his favorite. The lukewarm water bloats his stomach up and the pressure building from holding it in makes his breathing heavy.
His fingers will dig into your shoulders to keep him from relaxing too soon — 'just thirty seconds left, gaku!'
It's a satisfying pressure that heats his core up.
'Argh...' Gaku furrows his brows, his pink eyes darting to find a clock anywhere, wherever one could be found in a bathroom. Your hand gently tilts his hips to maneuver over the toilet seat, his abdomen flexes at your touch— it's his favorite time because you watch him so carefully without judgment.
You could spread him apart, and nip at his pale skin until it reddens, but you won't say anything sexual. Believe it or not, Gaku appreciates that (no matter how casual he can seem).
'Times up.'
Disappointment nearly shines in his eyes when he realizes he won't feel that heat in a hot minute.
Gaku prefers to skip prepping — he claims it's bothersome and a waste of time because he'll take anything, it always works out for him in the end. His first time without any further assistance was awful. He was gasping and groaning terribly.
It was awful in the sense that he couldn't stop the fact that he liked the pain. Is this wrong? Oh. He likes it.
The tasty peach-flavored lube - yes, he's tasted it off your fingers - slides down his inner thighs. The muscles on his back spasm and strain. Poor gaku, he can't take it as he originally thought.
However, when you begin to pull out, Gaku lifted his head off the sheets and said, quite breathlessly; "Keep going, [name]. I got this."
He feels that his eyes could fall into the back of his skull as you bottom out until skin slaps. His cock withers helplessly against the pillow beneath his stomach. The wet, plushy feel of the pillow case bothered him to the point of a sudden whine being pushed out from the back of his throat.
"Atta boy.." You coo in his ear, your chest pressed against his upper back. There was no way you're going to let him remove the pillow. "I need you to keep up."
Either this was a euphemism for something or not (where you trying to say he wasn't able to??), he still bit and chewed at his tongue to keep silent.
Your hand reaches around his waist to force your thumb to push into his leaking tip to test out his reaction.
His eyes roll into the back of his head at the shot of pain that runs through his brain. His receptors receive it as something pleasurable.
He pants, terribly confused.
His ragged breath deepened. His body jolting violently when your palm runs down the shaft. A rumbling laugh escapes you as you grab his face to squeeze his cheeks together, You just couldn't seem to take ur hands off of him.
"Good boy."
NAGUMO YOICHI. . .
There's something terribly wrong with him.
He doesn't believe there's anything wrong with what he's doing. Moreso, what he's done.
What right does he have to forget his past by laying himself bare to your hands?
It's not submissive in the books. He isn't submissive by the books. But he's leaving himself open for you. This is him submitting mind and body with full intentions. He's aware he's doing this. He's still in control and he can stop it any time he wants.
But he'll play along when you tell him to roll over, to stick his tongue out and to lie still as a statue to keep up this act.
That's all he does anyway.
Acting.
Now, things tend to be a lot easier when he accepts the fact that this is acting.
"You're in denial, Yoichi." He shows you a snarl disguised with attitude.
"Don't call me.. ah.. th-that." Not by his first name. You don't have the right.
Not yet. His head fights back against his words.
"Why not?" You pant in his ear, "I know you so well-"
"Ha-ha." Not at all. His laugh is dry and it burns in his throat from all his rough grunts and it sounds much more like a whimper than he intended it to.
"Certainly." Of course you know him.
In just a few weeks into this agreement with your little black haired friend too...
Nagumo loves to see your face. He likes to make eye contact as you bully your way inside of his willing body- the same one that hugs and tugs you closer into him.
Nagumo sinks into you.
His body betrays his words.
"You don't need this thing," Nagumo flinches when you flick his weeping cock. It flops around with a twitch. "You can't use it properly. You're squirming just like an ovulating girl. You like having this fake thing inside of you?"
"Nuh-uh.."
Your lips brush against the end of his ear. You feel his pulse beneath your mouth. It's like a moth trapped in honey.
"What if I bought someone in here with the real thing? Would you still grip onto them this way? Hah... I can barely squeeze out.." He fears that his erection will break through your skin. He makes use of the closeness between your bodies to grind his pelvis against your stomach.
He feels every inch and he loves it.
"Mm.. What difference would it make?" He breathes out once you hit the fifth kiss down to his Adam's apple, you suckle gently on his most sensitive place.
Nagumo shakes in your hold. His head falls back onto the pillow, dark hair spiraling beneath his head. He's grown it out so that you could keep playing with it.
It's hard to believe that a flirtatious man such as him can get buzzed off a few trailing kisses down his neck.
Nagumo lies quietly and he does it quickly. It's his native tongue. But you've seen right through him.
The difference comes with you.
No one else will see him like this.
He won't allow it.
"You're a terrible actor to me, Yoichi."
UZUKI KEI
Oh, he's a Mistress's favorite boy. He takes everything and anything with pleasure, almost filled with greed.
You've done this many times before and discussed it beforehand. Experience is something that reeks off of Uzuki, even during his first time, he didn't make it known that he didn't know what he was doing- maybe it's his that air he carries, like everything is intentional.
Despite it all, he still gets a tad bit overwhelmed. In the silence, he's weeping due to not having your sweet kisses or your voice to guide him. With your digits running goosebumps down his sides and your hips flushed into his, he's sobbing his pretty blue eyes out.
It's always an emotional situation for you both.
He can't seem to fake his way out of the vulnerability it brings.
He tucks his chin into his chest, eyes squeezing shut. Nails ripping through the sheets as he anchors himself back into reality. He wants to be here. Not there, not someplace else in his head. In the moment.
"A-ah.." His thighs quake around your hips. You use the position to your advantage, pushing every inch of the silicon toy inside his puckering hole. He gasps, breathless, and arches his back into you. "Don't leave, p-please.."
"Hm?" You eye his nipples. They poke through his shirt, perky and shaky with every bounce. His pale body withers as you keep yourself pressed into his prostate, the gummy walls inside stretch to accommodate it all.
He feels every prod and pull. Especially how he clenches around the bumpy edges of your head. That is, until you get bored and decide to pull all the way out, the tip kissing his entrance.
It kicks his brain into a response mode in which he does not know how to cope.
"Do you have something you want to say to me?"
Your warning tone sends a shudder through him. When you glance down through your lashes, he's already staring down at you, half of his face ruined with stained tear tracks running down his cheeks, cracking at the skin, eyes glowing with need.
A broken sound leaves him. He said the wrong thing again. Another random babble leaves him. You can't understand him so he repeats himself;
"Ye-yes, I do."
"Mhm?" Uzuki shivers at your tentative tone.
He doesn't falter, it doesn't come with a stutter or hesitation. He meant it. He knew it deep within his soul and it came out without him realizing almost as if he was thinking about what to eat the following day— "I love you. Hah-haaaa!! I do, I really do- ahnn, please don't leave me."
"...Sit up straight." You try your best not to melt when Uzuki nods obediently with a not-so-hidden pout.
Uzuki pushes himself up on weak elbows and he tenses his shoulders. He knows what this means. He practically mewls into the air as he's forced to shift his hips directly over your thighs, his arms wrapping tightly around your neck.
He's acutely aware of the slimy toy covered in lube that presses against his thigh and it makes his insides warm.
His head falls into your neck.
A perfect fit.
"You're too determined to reject yourself for me." You peck his temple, his sweat coats your lips but you lick it off.
His scent fills your head. Pheromones, one could say, but you highly doubt that theory. This isn't a fictional story. He just smells nice. Even his sweat.
"I don't want to leave you."
His cheeks heat up, embarrassingly so. He's sure you feel them pressed against your skin.
Tell me that you love me.
A phrase taken for granted. Words he does not say often — something he is not used to saying to anyone but his family... He knew something was up when he felt calm in your presence. When you kissed up the back of his neck and nibbled down on the skin without worry of him flinching...
Where you could brush his hair and comb it to perfection and he would try everything in his power to keep it that way. Uzuki knew he was hooked. He knew it better than he could recall.
I want to bend over Uzuki in front of Kashima. Or better yet, we all get in on it together 👅👅👅
Your cold office feels warm. Like you left the heater running all night before deciding to call Uzuki in for a small 'planning session'. This? This was the plan all along? What phase of the plan was this??
N-no... This can't be...!! Kashima watches with parted lips, his breath hitching upon spotting his master's half-lidded eyes and his trembling back that arches into your touch. Mr. slur is... letting this happen...?
Uzuki's shaky fingers curl around the edge of the wooden desk where his upper body rested, tender nipples pressing into the cold surface. A small spasm tensed his thighs together as your finger trails down the curvature of his spine, his sweater pooling just above his waist, exposing the dimples on his lower back.
Kashima is in denial.
Maybe it's to get on your good side! Yeah! Mr. Slur would do anything for us. He's just that nice. He did mention he needed the funds to maintain such an operation so it makes sense... I respect the hustle.
However; his master doesn't seem to be fighting it. In fact, it seems like he's almost... like he's begging for it. For you, to be specific.
A master does not — should not — beg.
But he did — "Please don't tease me-" Uzuki huffs desperately, his hot breath fanning on the surface, mist appearing in its wake. You hum, teasingly, exactly how he didn't want, your fingers pressing into the plush of his hips.
He's gained some weight.
"You've been eating well?" Kashima's mouth drops, flabbergasted. Who asks such a question?! So rude! Have you no respect for his boss???
"I have, uhn.. you're-" Uzuki brings his bottom lip between his teeth. He nips at himself until he can regulate his breathing enough to speak properly. "T... The meals you make fill me up so well. They make me feel warm inside and out. Thank you."
There's a hidden innuendo in his sentence. Something you and he, probably, understand. Kashima squints his gaze. Is he... flirting?
"Very good." You purr, fondly; amorously. Just what kind of history did you two have? Kashima questions himself through the crack of the door, his deer mask shifting slightly as he presses himself closer to watch something he should not have concerned himself with.
Uzuki's face flushes over to his shoulders, his gaze hazy from the praise. His eyelids fall shut when your index and middle fingers tiptoe their way up his warm skin until they disappear beneath his sweater. You sigh as you push your palms down his body, the sound of skin caressing skin ringing in Kashima's ears, "So soft for a man covered in scars..." You push his sweater higher for more access to his upper back.
Uzuki helps you out, blinking rapidly as he tries to process your next move, "Please..".
It seems to be the wrong thing to say since you sigh again, this time, it sounds a tad bit exasperated. "What is it?"
Uzuki frowns at your tone, but he pushes through, "Please touch me."
"I am touching you." You reprimand him with a tut, tongue kissing your teeth. You squeeze at his side. "You'll have to be more specific, dear."
He shakes his head softly, "No... my heart can't take it anymore." His voice breaks into helpless little whimpers. It's a shock to see him that way, Kashima would have never thought him to make a sound like that. "I don't know what comes over me when you touch me, [name]."
Gentle and intelligent Uzuki — he enjoys being dumbed down? Or is this all part of his ploy?
... It doesn't seem like it.
Kashima may blind himself sometimes. He sits, he eats, he plans, he builds and repairs, and he observes. He does it all while he denies himself of reality. However; as he leans in closer to watch the scene, he judges Uzuki.
His boss with the flaming pink cheeks and breath so ragged, it almost seemed like he was going to shut down.
It's intriguing.
Kashima turns his gaze to you. What have you done to him? Are your hands magic? Do you have powers, have you drugged him? It can't possibly feel that good (kashima doesn't do those things. Sex. It's a weird word to him).
His stitched up palms press flat against wooden doors to your office, his mouth watering the slightest bit. Upon leaning forward, the doors finally knock open, leaving him - uzuki, more than him - exposed to the naked eye.
You blink, calmly. As if you knew he was watching all along.
Oh, but his boss...
His body seizes up, completely caught off guard. Mr. Slur always had superb instincts, he'd be able to smell a deer from a mile away. Do you happen to bring his defenses down..?
Kashima huffs, acting like he has the right to be angry over this. Why? Because he's upset Mr. Uzuki never told him about this.
"Huh," you counter, unamused. "Are you just clusmy and stupid, you big moose?"
Despite having a stunned kashima watching, you decide it's the perfect time to push the hem of his pants past his thighs. Kashima makes a surprised noise from the back of his throat.
Uzuki's body locks up, his heart hammering in his blood. He so badly wants you to warn him, let him know what you're thinking, but.. but he always likes guessing games. "I.. P-please don't make me come in front of him..."
You ruffle his white hair. The strands of hair slipping through your fingers so you lightly tug at them to reveal the face of pleasure that crosses your sweet boy's expression. "You see, Uzuki, you didn't have a choice in the first place. He was going to stay and watch behind my door any way, weren't you, buddy?"
You direct yourself towards Kashima, who jumps at the sudden attention. He flushes beneath the mask, a sudden feeling of suffocation taking over him. Sweat beads start to roll down his forehead at a rapid rate, his posture subtly changing to hide his pitching tent.
"I was only curious." He defended himself weakly. His boss watches, tensed and terrified. Kashima had never seen that look before, it excited him! "I.. I wondered where he headed off too after a mission an-and I didn't expect this. Is this where you hide away, Master? Why didn't you tell me? It's not fair-"
Uzuki, like a deer on shaky legs, brings his finger to his lip, shushing kashima, "This is a secret, Kashima. You must not tell anyone, okay?"
You smile gently at the deer, "Keep quiet and I'll give you a raise-"
Do you think there's a chance for a threesome with Sakamoto and Nagumo? I feel like Sakamoto would just straight-up try to k*ll Nagumo for showing up. They might be friends, but sharing? NO way in hell!!
The chance is slim.
Never in a million alternative realities will Sakamoto ever allow something like this to occur.
BUT. If you've expressed the desire for it, Sakamoto will pout but if you pull out the old 'I want to show him how much I love you ♡♡♡', you've got him beat. Even so, when he brings the concept up to his friend, Sakamoto still has to bite his tongue out when Nagumo jumps up at the opportunity.
The bastard has been wanting this for so long. I'll kill him.
Nagumo doesn't need to be able to read minds for him to grasp the many ways Sakamoto just thought about killing him.
Even if he's only there to watch, he's curious. How is Sakamoto in bed? What about you? He already found out Sakamoto's wee-wee size all those years ago in high school by the urinals, he draws it to mock him, he knows how Sakamoto can't say no to you and how Sakamoto drools too much when he kisses you. Sakamoto's a nasty dog.
(Nagumo's got a major case of bad timing when it comes to your guys 'special time'. He always, mysteriously, happens to fall upon them).
But trust, Nagumo could dress up as his friend if he could if you want two Sakamoto's.
