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˚⊹.♡ ࣪⊹˚.
Cow Dazai? Breeding/Dumbification? Full creative freedom to you otherwise.
a/n: omg a bsd request 🙀 first ever let's lock in
how we do it in the countryside
what happens when cow hybrid!dazai asks countryside!reader how country cows get bred in comparison to city cows?
warnings: sub!dazai, dom!reader, gn!reader, dazai has a pussy, reader has a cock, piv sex, breeding, dumbification, spanking, creampie, slight pregnancy kink, pussy plug mentioned
oh, your poor, poor, sweet cow... he was so fucked out of his mind. dazai had wanted it. he had even begged for it. but now, it seemed like too much.
dazai was on his hands and knees, your hand holding him up by his cute little tail with the black tuft of fur on the end. curiosity killed the cat, and apparently the cow too as you thrust your hips into him at a bruising pace, not giving him a lick of mercy. after all, he was the one who wanted to know how country cows were bred. it wasn't your fault that city cows were treated so much more delicately than their farm-owned counterparts. if anything, it should make him grateful by the end of your little breeding session.
the detective whined pathetically, his arms shaking and threatening to collapse entirely as his entire body rocked forward with each punishing snap of your hips. "y-you know... you could ah~ go slower than that!"
your sweet cow's complaint fell on deaf ears as you tugged his tail just hard enough to make him writhe and push back against you to make it stop. "nope. if we're going to get you bred, we can't do it half-assed. i thought you were smart enough to know that's not how it works, baby."
your condescending pat on his head combined with your fond chuckle like he was some dumb little pet made dazai's head spin, his brain filling with fog as if you were actually making him dumber.
"that's not... that's not what i meant..." he mumbled, a frowning pout on his face as he pushed his hips back against you weakly. suddenly, he felt the urge to help you fuck him harder to prove he wasn't stupid.
"awwww... it's okay, baby. you don’t worry your pretty little head about it and just let your owner fill your womb with cum, okay?" you cooed with a mocking edge, petting his hair and scratching his soft ears while your other hand released his tail to instead grip his hip. you had to give him a little something softer to cling onto with what little brain cells were left working in him while your hips slammed into his.
dazai's ass jiggled with each thrust of your hips. every time your cock filled his pussy to the brim, he gasped, his walls clenching around you desperately even as you were already slipping back out of him to repeat the process. he felt like his fucking brain was melting. every minute he spent like this was another minute spent making him feel like nothing more than a stock breeding cow. it wasn't your fault of course, you just wanted to fully immerse him in the experience!
that reasoning was why your hand came down hard to spank his ass as you pulled out so only your tip was penetrating his tight entrance.
he yelped cutely, making you want to spank him again but you knew that would just be mean. "what the hell was that for?!" dazai cried, looking back at you over his shoulder with watery eyes.
"in the countryside, cow hybrids aren't allowed to hit their owners with their tails." you told him easily, like you weren't on cloud nine from treating your prissy little city cow like nothing but livestock. he didn’t even realize his tail had been swishing around so hard after you let go of it.
dazai opened his mouth to retaliate, only to glance back at it and see it swishing back and forth. suddenly, his tail was tucking between his legs shyly and he turned his head back to facing forward. he didn’t feel like he had anything to say anymore. with a gentle rub to his ass, you whispered a soft, "good boy," unable to resist rewarding your sweet cow at least a little bit for taking such rough treatment so well.
moments later, dazai's arms collapsed for real on the bed and his face was buried in the pillow as his body shook with the force of each quick thrust you were giving him. he was lucky you weren't so mean as to tell him that countryside cows had to stay upright while being bred. his pussy was so wet, leaking onto the bed beneath him. hell, he was leaking more than his tits did on a heavy day--all from the feeling of your dick stretching his walls open and the tip hitting his womb.
his eyes rolled back and he mooed. he actually mooed. and that was probably the most humiliating thing about it all. his mid was falling apart so beautifully that he was reverting to his instincts of being bred and being milked. that didn’t stop his face from flushing though.
"was that a moo, my sweet cow?" you asked, your jaw falling open in shock and your cock pulsing with barely contained release. your hips slowed down, needing to prolong this moment just a little more.
dazai shook his head fervently, wishing that if his body could pick any moment to finally give in and die, it would be right now.
"yes, you did. ohhhh, my dumb little cow... do that again. moo for your owner." you told him, practically begging as you squeezed his ass, slowly moving in and out of him in a way that made his pussy clench around you tightly, urging you to go back to the brutal thrusts from before.
"...moo~..." he conceded, his body too desperate for your cum. his mind was mush now, too focused on sex and being bred to protest any demands you had.
"good cow~." you purred, your voice low and rumbling in his ear as you fucked him deep and hard, even faster than before with the newfound fuel. dazai continued to make the noise, too high on the feeling you were giving him when he did.
he hoped you'd never go back to the countryside. the thought of you doing this to some other dumb cow hybrid on the farm, doing it to all the hybrids on the farm, to impregnate them made his tummy coil with jealousy. he'd make sure you only ever wanted to breed him, even if his mind was the cost.
dazai's hands clenched around the sheets, gripping them tightly as he pushed back weakly against you, pants and soft moos mixing in with loud moans. your dick filled him up so perfectly, all he could think about was how good you fucked him, how full he'd be afterwards full of your cum, and how round his belly and tits would be if you actually got him pregnant from this.
his body gave out when he felt your cock stop against his g spot, your thumb moving to his clit to rub it and make him convulse around you while you filled him up with a stream of hot, sticky cum. you slowly pulled out of him, rubbing his hips approvingly while you stared at the white, milky liquid filling up his hole. your hands held him up by his hips just long enough for you to get a small plug to push into his dripping pussy, your thumb holding your cum inside momentarily before the rubber replaced it.
"there we go... all nice and stuffed. you did so good, my sweet cow." you whispered, petting his hair softly as you watched the way his jaw stay slack, eyes glossy with not a single thought behind him. he mooed softly, pushing back against your hand and wiggling his ass back at you a bit. oh, you absolutely broke your darling city cow. that much was for certain. but, neither of you thought you minded--if dazai could think at all that is.
a/n: idk about you guys, but personally i'm shocked it's already december. this year has felt like 2 months and 5 years all at once
“mmngh… hic- y’so mean to me…- please…- hic… so mean…” dazai mumbled, tears running down his puffy cheeks when he sobbed. “wanna cum…- hic…-” he looked like he was about to fall apart if you didn’t let him climax. “not yet, darling. you can take it..” you cooed, kissing his cheek. his cock was just as much of a mess as he was, dripping precum from his pretty tip and twitching every time your hand went up and down on it. he whined something incoherent, back curving into an arch of pleasure. you squished his cheeks and rubbed his sensitive tip with your thumb, earning a pitchy moan from him. “mean.” he repeated. dazai pouted and gave you puppy eyes, but that only made you want to ruin him more. he just stared up at you with his glassy eyes, trying to make them as wide and pathetic as possible to guilt you into letting him cum. his efforts were useless, and you shook your head, before kissing him on the cheek again. “shh… baby….not yet… shh…” you hushed. dazai wailed at your words, tears were now streaming down his pretty face, and his legs were shaking profusely. “ask nicely for it, osamu.” his pout grew and his cock throbbed in your hand. “please… hic-…wanna cum s’bad… pl- hic- let me cum…” he mumbled, weakly trying to buck his hips up into your hand. “good boy… go on, baby.. cum for me...” dazai didn’t have to be told twice, and immediately released after you spoke. warm sticky ropes of cum oozed from his aching cock, coating his heaving stomach. he was panting, lightheaded, and dizzy. “hic…mgh…” his eyelids fluttered, but didn’t close all the way. he was happy, but not completely content yet. “wan’ another… please…”
Spoil him spoil him spoil the sugar baby dazai he deserves it he's been good right?
Sits on your lap and let's himself be pampered, asks for new lingerie sets and you promise to buy them if he will behave well. Oh he's weak when you run your hands through his hair .
Absolutely!
Poor thing even comes to you at work, insisting how good he's been lately, flashing his panties to you under his cute pink miniskirt you brought for him last week as he sits on your lap. Purposely grinding himself on your thigh as he gasps about how good he's been, hiding his face in your shoulder as he asks for a new set of lingerie because you ruined his favourite pair the other night. Cumming with a soft cry as you run your hands through his hair. Grabbing his hair as you pull him back to kiss him, seeing his flushed cheeks and teary eyes hehe
i feel extremely unstable but i really want to fuck dazai rn like softly murmuring into his ear about how good he’s doing as you fuck him from behind, trailing your hands across his body and making him whine in satisfaction. or going rough on him, bending him over and fucking him til he can’t think -💋
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEeeeEE he’s trying to keep himself propped up on his elbows but he’s so fucked out he keeps falling so he finally gives up, face smooshed into the pillow as he just exists in the ecstasy of getting fucked. like you said just whispering to him how he’s doing so good, being so good for you, and all he can do is whine and whimper as he starts tearing up. he feels so full and so stimulated he literally cant think or talk and he knows he’s gonna be so sore later but goddamn does it feel good 💔💔
cw: public dirtytalk, voyeurisim(?), HEAVILY suggestive, fem reader (pronouns used)
“Oh- [name]?- She’s all over me. She’s so needy, even at work. It’s a such a pain.” Dazai bragged smugly, his slim fingers tracing the rim of his cup as he slouched back into the leather café booth. “U-uhm… you probably shouldn’t say that when she’s right there…” Atsushi said with a great amount of discomfort as he shifted in his seat. Unfortunately for Dazai, you had been passing by the table he was seated at, only to overhear him. You glared down at him, before bending over, yanking his hair and hissing into his ear just loud enough for everyone within earshot to hear. “Hm Osamu, you must be pretty fucking stupid to think anyone’s gonna buy your bullshit. I’ll have to see if I can fuck you any dumber.”
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.
