#sub!zenitsu

"Oh him?" Your friends make a show of turning around to get a good look at him before turning around to you, to which you have to hold in a sarcastic remark about subtlety. "He's such a fucking freak isn't he?" Your friends giggle.

"Heard he's a virgin too, what a fucking loser." You raise an eyebrow. Now you didn't know that. "He is? Where did you hear that?" Your friend gives you an unimpressed look as if the answer is obvious.

"Look at him, who would want to fuck him? He's probably such a pervert too."

You turn your head around slightly to glance at him and notice him quickly looking away from you, his face turning red from being caught.

The bell suddenly rings and you tell your friends to not wait for you as you make your way to a certain yellow-haired guy. You add a little sway to your hips, pretending to not notice the small peeks he's taking at you or the way his face is turning redder the closer you get to him. You walk to him still taking down notes and place your hands in front of him, catching him off guard.

You hold back from rolling your eyes when you see him not so subtly glance at your body and how your clothes tightly hug your curves. He gulps when you let out a loud cough.

"Hey, name's..." You quickly glance at the name on the folder and return to his gaze with raised eyebrows. "Zenistsu, right?"

Slowly, he nods. You lean slightly towards him, shortening the gap between you two with a smile. "I heard you have good grades, is that right?"

You notice him swallow and play with his tie nervously.

"Y-Yeah, why?"

"I was wondering if you could tutor me on some subjects? I could really use the help since I've been having trouble with some work recently."

You notice his breath hitch. "Please?"

"Um s-sure. Should we do it in the library after school?"

Without answering, you steal his pencil to write your dorm number on one of his papers. "How about you just head to my room later? I don't have a roommate anyways."

He stares at the number with widened eyes but he hesitantly nods.

Now you just have to wait.

--

Hours later you're laying on your coach. The sound of pencil on paper and typing is in the background as you continue scrolling. Zenistsu turns around in your chair with furrowed eyebrows.

"S-Shouldn't I be teaching you how to do this-"

You scoff and send a glare towards him. "Shut up and just do the work. It's easy for you anyways, right?"

He nods and returns back to finishing your homework. He mentally slaps himself for being so stupid for thinking that something would happen when you asked him to come to your dorm. He quickly finishes the rest of the work before turning to you. You glance up from your phone.

"What? You're already done?" He nods. "Then leave."

You see Zenistsu freeze and raise a eyebrow. "What, do you want something in return?"

He shakes his head. "I-I just thought we were gonna…" He suddenly stops talking, realizing what he was going to say but you already know what the next words are gonna be, and giggle.

"Did you think we were gonna do something afterward?" He looks away in shame but nods. You sit on the edge of the sofa, now interested. "You thought we were gonna fuck or something as a reward for you doing my homework?"

Your blunt words make Zenistsu blush and he's quick to shake his head. "N-No I-I just..." You notice a bulge in his pants and laugh.

"Oh my god don't tell me you're actually hard right now." He quickly tries to cover his bulge there's no use, you already saw it.

He's so embarrassed that he could cry. First he thought you invited him over to hang out and now he's hard in front of you.

"Honestly," you say, dragging out the word to tease him.

"If you're really that desperate, go ahead and hump my foot then." He watches you place your foot out with a teasing grin and it only takes him a couple of seconds to think about it. With shaky steps, he walks towards you before sitting on his knees before you.

"Go on."

He gives your foot a experimental grind and he has to bite down on his tongue to hold back a moan. Though a voice in his head screams at him to take it slow and save him some embarrassment, he quickly gets addicted to the feeling and quickens his pace against you. Soon, he's panting heavily against your leg and you watch with amusement.

"How about you say thank you to me for letting you hump my foot, hm? Say thank you for letting me hump my dirty cock against your foot, [name]."

He flushes red with embarrassment but frantically nods. Thank you's begin flowing out of his mouth with your name added along with it.

"Thank you for l-letting me ah! hump my d-dirty cock against your foot, [name]!"

If anything, Zenistsu only speeds up his movements even more. He wouldn't ever think that the way you're so mean to him would turn him on or that he would actually enjoy but here he is: grinding against your foot like a bitch in heat as his sinful noises fill the room. Anyone could walk past your dorm and hear just how loud he's being but other more important thoughts fill his head, like the sudden need to cum.

"Fucking freak."

"s-shit fuck me!" You laugh, making him whine. "Oh you wish. A shoe hump is all you're gonna get from me. Though I bet you do want to fuck me, hm?" You tease, watching the way he shivers. The thought has his eyes rolling back. Just imagining being able to fuck you has his mind turning cloudy, his thoughts scrambling up.

His mouth drops open with a girlish scream when his orgasm hits him and it hits him hard. Your eyes stare at his mouth and the way drool escapes from the side. The growing wet patch on his underwear steals your attention and you watch as some leaks through the material, dripping onto the floor beneath him.

"You're so pathetic, Zenistsu."

Your fingers drop to the hem of his underwear before entering them, feeling the sticky mess where his dick is. You take your time scooping some on your fingers before taking them out, watching as the liquid drips down your fingers slowly and coats them.

You let out a disappointed tsk. "Look at the mess you made."

Zenistsu watches your every move and his heart begins to race when you look at him with something in your eyes that makes his breath hitch. He sees your eyes drop down to his mouth and he subconsciously licks his lips.

You grin at him. "Open your mouth, pretty boy." You say, moving the soiled fingers closer to his face.

Almost with no hesitation, you watch as he slowly opens his mouth, his tongue sticking out like a invitation for your fingers to enter. Hot breath fans them as they move closer to him.

The whine he lets out tells you exactly what he wants. He looks at you, awaiting your next move. He glances at your fingers with something in his eyes, almost like excitement.

When two of your fingers touch his tongue, his warm mouth immediately envelops them as he wraps his tongue around your digits. He shivers from both the taste of himself on his tongue and from the feeling of your fingers in his mouth, letting out a small whine.

You don't let him get used to the feeling as you begin to push them further in his mouth, making him let out a surprised moan.

You feel your fingers hit the back of his throat, making Zenistsu gag around him. Tears appear at the corner of his eyes and you coo at him.

"Are you gonna cry, Zenistsu? Is the feeling of my fingers down your throat too much?" He gulps at your words but shakes his head.

He begins bobbing his head with your fingers, letting out a noise each time they hit the back of his throat. You feel his tongue suck on them.

The sight is so lewd that it leaves you breathless. His drool drips down your hand and his eyes roll back as he chokes on your fingers. He has a hand on your wrist but he makes no move to stop you. Instead, he pushes your fingers in more with a choked moan. He stares up at you with hooded eyes.

You shove another finger in his mouth and Zenistsu is quick to cover it in his spit.

"Shit, I wonder what everyone would think if they heard how much of a whore you actually are."

Zenistsu can only shake his head in denial, tears welling up even more. He tries to answer back but it comes out all muffled.

"Can't understand what you're saying if you got my fingers in your mouth, baby."

He whimpers around your fingers. You don't notice him beginning to grind against your foot again and he comes with a cry, dirtying his pants yet again.

You take your fingers out of his mouth and he falls against your legs, breath heavy and eyes closed. But you grab his hair and yank him back, staring straight into his eyes.

"Oh we're far from done, Zenistsu. I'm going to use you till you can't think anymore."

These are the eyes of the same man you’d just discovered snooping around your home. There’s something familiar about him as if you’d seen him before.

No, you’d definitely seen him before. All those times you’d felt watched, followed, or hunted. 

His hair is the same canary-yellow you’d see retreating in your peripheral when you’d look over your shoulder. Your heart sank into your stomach at the realization that you hadn’t been paranoid after all. Someone really had been out to get you all along and now they’re here, clinging to your legs like a child.

You lower a hand to stroke your fingers through his golden hair in a placating manner, and the simple gesture of affection seems to flip a switch in him. His breathing quickens and he buries his face into your stomach, hugging you tight enough to hurt as he begins to sob. His band-aid-riddled fingers bunch in your shirt as if he’s afraid you'll slip through them if he doesn’t cling.

“You’re touching me… you’re really…” The blond murmurs, his words muffled against your tummy. He shivers and trembles like the sensation is overwhelming, but he shoves his head into your hand anyway, chasing the affectionate caress. “Keep doing it. Keep… petting me, please…”

"I-I'm not dangerous, I swear,” he whimpers with a sniffle and looks up at you, hoping that his doe-eyed gaze would be enough to get you to relent. "I just... I burn for you. Please, just let me stay! I'll do anything! Anything!”

Your fingers tighten in his hair, forcing his head back none-too-gently.

“Ah!” Zenitsu recoils in a mix of surprise and pleasure, not expecting you to manhandle him so firmly. He lets his head be forced back, his eyes still puppy-like, but a faint blush has spread across his cheeks. 

He looks dazed, drunk off of your mere proximity. He hardly cares if your touch is rough, just that you’re touching him at all. 

You lips curl into a sadistic smirk at this realization.

“Kind of pathetic aren’t you, lamb? If I didn’t find it mildly amusing I might have turned you in to the authorities,” you taunted, entertained by the way his bottom lip trembled. Zenitsu looks up, his face splotchy from tears as he sniffles wetly, his heart pounding with nervous anticipation.

"Lamb?" He croaks, looking up at you through his dewy lashes at the pet name, allowing himself to hope. “Does that mean you'll be my shepherd? My master?"

“Of course you’d focus on that part,” you tsk, though you can’t say you’re displeased at the tears dotting his lash line. Sick in the head or not, he was a pretty crier, and you’d be lying if that didn’t turn you on. “That’s all you’re thinking about; being a dumb, mindless slut for me aren’t you?”

Zenitsu moans aloud at that, cock twitching in his pants. But he frantically shakes his head ‘no’, trying to insist it wasn’t true, cheeks aflame with humiliation. 

“Don’t say that! I-I’m not p-pathetic. I’m just–” he warbles, only to cry out as your foot presses against the prominent bulge tenting his pants, calling his bluff in a simple movement. 

“What’s this then?” Your self-satisfied sneer and vibrant eyes glimmering down at him make his mind go blank. 

“Th-that’s- haaa~ mmh!” His voice trails off into a mewl, and he can’t stop himself from humping himself against the arch of your sock-clad foot. “I’m sorry, you’re just so beautiful. It gets like this whenever you’re around. I’m sorry!”

Your eyes darken with lust at his pathetic display, tongue dipping out to drag across your lip as he wraps both arms around your leg and bucks his hips. Heat pools between your legs, and you clench around nothing.

“Aren’t you embarrassed? Look at how hard you are, and all I’ve done is degrade you. You truly are pathetic,” you laughed, fingers tightening in his hair.

“Ssstop, I’m gonna cum,” he sniffles, teary, amber-colored eyes rolling back and tongue flopping out as his dick gets even harder. “Y-you’re gonna make me cum.”

Zenitsu squeezes his eyes shut and sobs when you take your foot away, humping the air uselessly, chasing friction that’s no longer there. His eyes flutter open at the feeling of your thumb tracing the seam of his lips, and he hums curiously.

“Open,” you instruct, and with minimal hesitation, his lips part. He shudders when your thumb dips into his mouth, stroking over his teeth and tongue. You explore his wet cavern with little regard for his comfort, trading your thumb for your index and middle fingers and purring in delight when he begins to suck without coaxing. 

“Good boy,” you crooned, and your cunt throbs at the hopeful, puppy-like look he sends you at the praise. 

He suckles at your digits more enthusiastically, gagging cutely when you press them deeper. Despite the tears stinging at his eyes, he lets you fuck his mouth open with your fingers, swirling his pretty pink tongue around them with even pinker cheeks. Desperation seeps into his expression, and you raise a brow, retracting your fingers to let him speak.

“Please kiss me,” he begs, drooling dribbling down his chin from practically blowing your digits. “P-please I’ve imagined your lips on mine so often… Dreamt of how you might taste.”

You hum, tapping your chin as if considering his request. You drag him by the hair up to your level, and he gasps at the sting, though he looks so damned excited when you lean in. 

“Open your mouth,” you nearly growl, and if Zenitsu had a tail he’s sure it’d be wagging. He obeys eagerly, parting his lips in anticipation of the hot caress of your lips over his own. 

His brows crease in confusion when your finger hooks into his mouth again, holding his jaw open, unsure of why you would need to–

Zenitsu’s body goes rigid when instead of kissing him, you spit directly into his mouth. His eyes cross as your saliva lands on his tongue, and with a startled shout, he cums in his pants completely untouched. The blond convulses and moans out, sounding unhinged as he paints the insides of his pants with white ropes and nearly collapses to the floor. He swallows your spit greedily, and his hands cling onto your waist, blunt nails digging into your hips. 

“A-again! Please, spit in my mouth again!” He cries, rubbing his overstimulated cock over your thigh despite the bright sting. “Fuck me, spit on me. I don’t care, just use me!”

You gnarl your fingers in his hair and tug him by it over to the bed, throwing his smaller form onto the mattress in a careless manner. He lands on his belly, with his lower half slightly raised, and the position brings your attention to his round ass. He attempts to pull himself up, only to be shoved back down, and then yanked to the edge of the bed until his legs are dangling off the side of it. 

“W-what’re you doing?” Zenitsu whines, nearly choking when instead of answering you yank his pants down his legs. His underwear follows shortly after and he gasps as the cold air hits his cum-slicked dick. But you ignore his throbbing half-hard sex, fully fixated on the cleft of his ass, which you’re quick to spread to get a better look at him. “A-ah! Are you-? Are you really going to fuck me?”

“That’s the idea, got any complaints?” Your hands rove over his thighs, hips, and backside, kneading the heated flesh in your hands. 

Zenitsu can hardly believe this is happening, that you’re truly rubbing him down right now. He had fisted his clock to the thought of this very moment for months on end, imagining every which way you’d take him. You’re not as tender as he’d hoped, but even your roughness is intoxicating. You’re throwing him around like a doll, doing with him as you please. He can’t help but lap up all the attention you’re giving him like a starved animal, even if you don’t love him, he’ll settle for this.

Even so, he’s eager to convince you to keep him.

“Please do! I-I’ll make it worth your while, promise! I’ll be the best toy you’ve ever— Ow!” His babbled reassurances are cut off by a harsh spank to his plump rear, and the deranged thing that’s decided you own him only wriggles his ass enticingly in response.

You even hear a choked giggle escape him and you mirror it despite yourself.

You lean in to trail kisses along the red handprint you’d left behind, and the boy erupts with shivers, his cock twitching back to full hardness whilst pinned between his tummy and the mattress. He cries out when you spit on his taint, his entire body jerking at the warm, wet sensation of it dripping down his hole. 

Your finger follows the wet trail, pressing down on his rim. He startles like a spooked rabbit, a clipped ‘Eep!’ tumbling out of his drooling lips.

“Has anyone ever touched you here?” You drawled in an amused tone, forced to admit you were quite taken with the shameless blond now.

He shakes his head rapidly but grinds his ass back onto your fingers enthusiastically, brown eyes nearly heart-shaped as strains to watch you touch him over his shoulder, “Just you, master.”

You press a slicked finger he’d drooled on earlier into him and he arches, mouth agape at the sensation of being filled. You fuck him open with one digit for a while, and then two, and the stretch makes him whimper, “Hurts.”

“Relax, lamb. It’ll feel better soon, it’ll feel really good. You trust your master, don’t you?” You comfort him in a soft tone, mesmerized by the ways he clenches around your digits.

He nods quickly, and even as he moans that it ‘hurts’ his inner walls keep trying to pull you in deeper. Yes, master knows what’s best for me.

He doesn’t quite say it aloud, but his body relays the message well enough.

Soon you’re fucking him open with three fingers, and the small thing can only writhe, moan, and drool against the sheets of your bed. Your scent is all around him, your fingers deep inside him, your voice guiding him along toward his orgasm like a lover would. He’s ascended to heaven surely, and you’re an angel picking him apart.

Your fingers brush over his prostate and he nearly wails, delirious tears streaming down his face, choked praises and gory promises to always protect you spilling out of him.

He’s close, so so close but he needs more from you.

“Y/nnn, my love. Please spit in my mouth again. Need all of y-yo-ou insiiide me!” Zenitsu begs, voice already hoarse from screaming his lungs out in pleasure. 

He’s sniffling and sobbing so hard it’s a wonder he can speak at all through the hiccups. 

Something about his pathetic cries resonates with you. Here this stunning man was, clearly ill for you, begging you to desecrate and disrespect him. Treating your spit like it’s a blessing. He deserved better than you, or maybe you were perfect for one another in your fucked-upness. 

You slide your fingers out and turn him over into his back. You crawl up his body, his hands grabbing at every part of you he can reach. Your clothed cunt presses against his flushed-red and leaking cock, and he keens at the feeling of your slick soaking through onto him. When your finger hooks into his mouth again, he’s quick to open it, anticipating your spit.

Instead, your lips find his own.

His limbs lock up, blunt nails digging into the flesh of your lips as he frantically humps against your pussy for a few more agonizing seconds. In the end and then he cums so hard it feels a little like dying. He lets out a strangled moan into your mouth, happy tears pouring out of him as sticky ropes spill out over his twitching abdomen. 

It feels so good he can do nothing but cry and cling, hoping to god he won’t wake up to find it’s all been a dream. But when he comes to, all he can see, smell, and hear is you. A tired, dumb grin spreads across his face.

“You kissed me,” he rasps stupidly.

“So I did,” you replied resolutely.

“I was wrong before, about you being my shepherd. I think you’re more like a hungry wolf,” Zenitsu sighs, eyelids drooping sleepily. He fights to keep his eyes open, to look at you a little longer. “You’ll eat me alive.”

“You seemed keen to let me gobble you up a moment ago,” you teased, grinding your cunt down on his oversensitive cock.

“Mercy on your lamb, please!” Zenitsu cries, squirming away from the friction this time. “Too much!”

“My lamb?” You ask with raised brows.

He looks a much too demure when he replies, “I was only ever yours. I don't care if you string me along. You can lie to me, pretend you love me. I'll be your stupid little helpless lamb, just never leave me."

The fact that he was somehow always where you were, how he would sometimes mutter about things you hadn’t even told anyone, how he somehow would find things you lost but they were things that you wouldn’t even take out of your house– 

You’ve even noticed your bed being warm when you go to lay down. Some clothing goes missing for days before being returned, items too. Now, you can’t blame that on Zenitsu, but you can’t help but see his face when you are reminded of his behaviors.

You could barely hold back a laugh though, Zenitsu? Really? The man could barely, if at all, say anything decent about himself. How could he do any of that? 

Even after years pass, the fact that Zenitsu hasn’t changed the way he acts around you is something you can’t deny makes your chest flutter. Of excitement? Happiness? Pride? Maybe even just pure uncomfort? You can’t tell. 

But you can’t help but want to smile whenever you push him. How his gaze hardens, glaring daggers into whoever you’re too close to. Why are you close with that person? Take your arm off their shoulders. Stay away from their face, why are you so close to them? There’s no need for you to be. Just stay away from them in general. Zenitsu’s eyes become crazed, and it’s in those moments that he finally keeps his gaze on you when your eyes meet. 

His usual anxious golden brown eyes seem… eerie. So full yet so– empty, at the same time. Almost as if he’s scolding you with his gaze. Because how dare you, who is this person you dare get so close and chummy with when he’s right here? All for you. Don’t you see it?

Of course you do. But you can’t help but feel almost intoxicated when you see that look on his face. It seems to get better when you pull that person close to you, hugging them firmly in your arms. You’re thankful you’re hugging them too, if it weren’t for that, Zenitsu would see the smirk that graced your face at his reaction.

You can’t help but wonder how long he will act like that. Maybe he’ll be more open with you? Maybe he’ll have a more interesting reaction each time?

But when you keep getting closer and closer with other people, being too close, holding onto them for too long– Zenitsu feels himself panic more than ever before. It was already bad before with just one person, but with more? 

Every interaction is platonic, there’s no kissing, no flirting, but how long will that go on before things escalate? What if you fall for one of them? What if they take you from him? He can’t have that, he can’t handle that– 

He truly believed that he’d do his very best to try to talk to you properly. Try and hint that all of those people aren’t good enough to date, but when he overhears some of them talking, mentioning how they want to confess to you and how they even think that you might even reciprocate those feelings? His whole being is filled with dread, panic, fear, pure terror– He had to throw that whole plan out the window.

There’s no time anymore. He can’t hold this off, he can’t try and slowly work his way up to you, he needs to do something now. Something, anything to make sure that you won’t go and do anything with those people. 

Panic races through him as he thinks of you being together with someone else. Sure, he doesn’t talk to you very much and when he does it’s really awkward, but he has known you far longer than they have. He knows you better. He knows you better than anyone! You have to listen to him. 

He has to be honest though, as soon as he’s in front of your door, he really hasn’t thought this through properly. 

Before he could even think about leaving, the door opened anyway. One of the people who you’ve been getting close with exited, and suddenly he felt as if he was splashed with cold water.

What… the hell?

What are they doing here? 

You were behind them, obviously walking them to your door, only for them both to be surprised at his appearance. You both smile at him in greeting, with you quickly saying goodbye to the person leaving before turning your full attention to Zenitsu. 

“Hey, what’s up?”

He lets out a quaking breath. Yeah, he definitely wasn’t prepared at all to talk to you.

He tries his best to tell you what’s on his mind, but all his words stumble over one another, barely, if at all, letting out a somewhat eligible sentence. The longer you look at him, expression growing more puzzled, he can feel himself sinking deeper and deeper into his desperation.

He wasn’t too late, right? You’re not interested in that person, those people, at all, right? The more his mind speeds up, thinking about the recent closeness, the uncomfortable affection (platonic or not) given to others, the way how that person just left your house, the idea of you being together with someone else other than him– His mind is long on overdrive, and before he can stop himself, he’s gripping onto you, unaware of the crazed look in his eyes as words unconsciously leave his lips, 

“Please fuck me.”

As soon as those words leave him, he himself can’t help but be stunned. If it were any other situation, the shocked look you two are giving each other would’ve made you both laugh after a few seconds. 

Once he processes what he just said, his eyes begin to well up with tears before he begins to babble about how he knows how stupid he sounds, but he’s good for you. He is the best! He goes on and on about how he loves you and knows you better than anyone ever would or could, thus he can make you feel good too! He can love you in ways that will make you realize that you only need him, not anyone else. All you have to do is just give him one chance. 

Give him one chance and he will prove to you how devoted he is.

The absolute desperation on his face could’ve said a thousand words. His hands trembled as they clung to the hem of your shirt, eyes begging you as his voice quivered. 

You would’ve said no, really! But with how he kept begging for even a slight chance, just one night, how he’d pay thousands just to sleep with you, to just please let him do it just this once– He’s usually a coward, it’s honestly impressive that he even managed to say anything about this. 

Mulling it over, you tilt your head. Zenitsu tightens his grip, his pleads weakening, slipping into apologies as the tears in his eyes fall. Why aren’t you saying anything? He never should’ve said anything, he’s sorry, he’s so so sorry please don’t hate him-

“Okay.” 

And he seems to freeze.

His gaze turning from shocked to lost, a low ‘huh?’ leaving him. Before you can even stop yourself, you let out a chuckle, repeating yourself. 

You… agreed?

You couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle when you saw the absentminded look on his face, reaching out and lightly pinching his cheek. His dusted cheeks seem to flush more when it properly dawns on him.

You agreed. You!!

You’re looking at him, you’re touching him– He holds onto your wrist before pressing your hand against his cheek, looking at you with pure adoration. His hold on you firm. 

You can’t lie, the way he looks at you is practically addicting. As he grasps your wrist, staring at you in an almost dreamlike state, the way his breath grows heavy when you properly rest your palm against his cheek, fingers caressing his flushed skin…

There’s only one thought going through your mind when you lean in close to him, lips brushing against one another.

‘Ah, so cute~’

And once your lips truly touch, the way he presses against you is truly adorable. The first kiss was long, tender– He’s so stiff, completely unsure on what to do. Zenitsu’s eyes clenched shut as he presses his lips against yours, leaning into you, utterly giving himself to you. He moves his hand from the hem of your shirt to gripping the back of it, hesitant to pull you closer.

As you cup his face, one kiss turns to two, then two to three, and as more kisses are shared, the more heated they become. Long gentle kisses become deep and messy, heavy panting coming from the two of you as you grip onto one another, holding each other close. 

Peeking through his eyes, Zenitsu shyly looks at you before his already weak knees almost give out. This is really happening, you’re really doing this, you’re kissing him- This feels so good, you’re so good– 

The way he whimpers out your name between kisses is just so adorable! 

Heatedly peppering kisses from his lips to down his chin, nipping and sucking at his neck as you go further down has Zenitsu unable to look away from you. Slipping your hands into his clothing, you keep lowering down, kissing his chest, down his stomach and to his pelvis. Looking up at Zenitsu’s face, you are greeted with his heated eyes looking down on you, focused only on you. 

As he leans against the wall, his legs shaking, he is only focusing on you. Seeing that you are kissing him, marking him as you explore more of his body, he can’t help but feel like he’s going crazy. Is this real? This is real, right? You’re really doing this? Oh please let this be real–

His breath hitches when you pull down his underwear, looking at him with hooded eyes as you teasingly breathe on his member. Oh fuck, this is really happening–

He can feel himself already dripping, and when you hold him in your hand, saying how he’s already so needy for you as you kiss his tip, he’s already worried he might cum already. The way you take him in your mouth, he can’t tell if it’s so good because you’re actually good at it, because it’s you doing it, or he’s so sensitive that no matter what you’d do it would feel good. Either way, it doesn’t take long for him to buck into your mouth. 

Gripping your hair, he uses the wall against his back as some kind of leverage as he tries not to crumple right now. His legs feel all tingly and weak, trembling as you seem to know exactly what to do to make him feel good. You hold onto his thighs, pulling him towards you as you rub them in encouragement. 

His noises are just so cute, even when he’s trying to be quiet, biting his lips to try not to be too loud, some still escape him. Heavy haggard breaths leave him as he tries to calm himself down. He can’t cum now, it’s too soon, it’d be too embarrassing.. 

So when he says he’s trying, he really does mean it when he says he’s trying hard not to cum. It’s just the way you're touching him, kissing him and doing whatever form of magic you’re doing makes him feel so, so good. He tries to pull you away, saying how he’s close, he’s too close, but when you tell him it's okay and to go ahead, it’s almost as if you made him reach his climax on command.

After you two managed to somehow get to a bed instead of staying by the front door, Zenitsu swears that he has experienced true bliss. Every touch of your fingers has him going crazy. Everything you do, every touch, every kiss, every movement, hell, every breath has him begging for more.

Even with the sting of you entering him, he can’t help but cry over how good it feels. How you grip his waist, pulling him closer until he’s completely fit against you has him yearning to be even closer if that’s even possible. 

He can’t stop himself from crying out your name, begging you to keep going. He can’t stop himself from begging for you to mark him up more, kiss him more, hold him more, just more more moremoremoremore–

Everything is so much, yet not enough. 

He has fantasized about this moment for years. Though no matter how many different ways he’s thought of how you two would end up this way, how it truly happened was not one of them. He always pondered on how you would hold him, how you would kiss him, how you would treat him. 

He truly thought that the moment it would happen that he would be prepared completely. He was wrong, nothing could’ve prepared him for this. It’s a very welcomed surprise, but no amount of self prep, or imagination, or research of any kind would have prepared him for the amount of pleasure you keep giving him.

You seem to know exactly what to say to him, exactly what to do to make him feel so good. 

And as his face continues to keep its crimson hue and slurred words leave his mouth, all he can somewhat think about is the fact that you’re now his. 

The way you pound into him is addicting. He’s so warm and is constantly reciprocating your thrusts. He seems to keep sucking you in, too. As if trying to trap you, never letting you leave him. He feels absolutely divine, you want to never leave, not being able to escape the feeling that you might’ve dug a hole for yourself.