SIX FEET UNDER [Zenitsu/F!Reader]

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LEMON ; 18+
SKIPPABLE
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A certain uncomfortableness shivers throughout her body. She becomes lost in his golden eyes, palm cupping his cheek. He looked at her with excitement, unbothered by the redness displayed visibly to her. It was as if he knew what would follow.

Slowly, [F/n] brings herself to him again. Her movements yield new intentions.

Zenitsu beats her to the que, running his tongue against her lower lip. He didn't know where this confidence came from, but it payed off as his wish was granted. She welcomed him. Her muscle danced against his, hot exhaling clouding the need for air.

Hesitantly, Zenitsu moves his hands to her waist. Pressing her down onto his own, a tightness forms underneath his belt.

He breaks contact, moving his mouth towards her neck. Feather kisses trail around the area. [F/n] tosses aside her haori, rolling out a moan as he began to suckle on the spot she was weak on. His teeth gently pinched her skin. At a time like this, she could only pray the bruise would last longer than a few minutes.

Impatiently, [F/n] toys with his belt buckle. Her mouth salivated at the ideas forming on her mind.

Zenitsu brings himself away from her neck, observing her. His chest flutters immensely as she gets it off, making quick work to tug down the lower half of his uniform.

"O-Oh [F/n]—"

He sighs in relief as the tension against his article was removed. His cock sprung up freely, much to his burning embarrassment. It already dripped with precum. [F/n] watches it dribble down the base of his head, feeling pleased his body was reacting to her in such a way.

Her fingers wrapped around his shaft, jerking him agonizingly slow. Zenitsu withered, groaning quietly at her touch. His head falls back as a dampness licks his head. Her eyes glance up at his desperate reaction.

[F/n] innocently traces her tongue underneath the crevasse of his head. She tasted him, savoring the saltiness caused by his fluids. Her tongue moves to press flat against his head. Kissing the base of his shaft, she finally takes him in. Bobbing her head leisurely against his cock, her tongue swirls around him. Strands of drool trickle down.

Zenitsu loved how she felt so warm, how she treated his member with such care. It drove him crazy how amazing she truly was. A growing knot lingers at the pit of his stomach, yearning for more. His fingers tangle into her [h/c] hair.

"J-Just like that— oh y-yeah princess."

[F/n] moaned against his cock, sending him into a loop. Zenitsu pushed her head against his member eagerly, grunting in response, as her hands remove themselves. She handled him unimaginably well, bobbing her head quicker.

"Don't stop, please." He begs, watching her go blissfully. Her lips finally made it to the base of his shaft, eyes watering slightly as he twitched against her throat. Zenitsu huffs in content at the sight. Moving his hips against her lips, something inside him snapped.

As [F/n] recoiled slightly, he began thrusting himself in her mouth, stifling another huff. A bead of sweat comes down from his forehead. Noticeably, he neared his peak, forcing himself down her neck once more as he arrived at cloud nine.