Work Text:
“Daddy?”
Dazai was stuffed. He felt like a newborn baby bunny after nursing too much, tummy taut and rosy as he palmed over it. He’d eaten so much he didn’t even remember half of what he had, courtesy of Chuuya’s perversions. It probably wouldn’t be long before he passed out, at that rate.
“Mm?” Chuuya raised a brow, giving Dazai’s satisfied tummy a little pinch and making him squeal. His baby had really gorged himself, this time— and was now paying the consequences. It really wasn’t hard to tell how packed Dazai’s belly was, just from the soft noises it was producing. The brunette was noisy, too, moaning all sweet and obscene about every five seconds.
Dazai felt close to tears, he was so full. “‘S too much. I’m gonna die,” he wailed, taking one of Chuuya’s hands in his own and guiding it to his belly. “Need a massage,” he demanded, “please. It hurts.”
Of course, Chuuya obliged, letting out a little catcall as he began to give Dazai some of the deepest belly rubs he’d ever received. That seemed to really get the younger, who accidentally let the tiniest, cutest hiccup slip. His face flushed an adorable shade of pink, and he mumbled an apology out of shame.
He wasn’t really used to this whole concept to begin with, so even the smallest of unintentional noises had Dazai blushing like crazy. Chuuya found it hot as fuck, though. “Oh, baby…” he murmured, a wave of the most violent cuteness aggression washing over him. “Must be so stuffed. ‘M sorry, sweetheart… gonna make you feel all better, yeah?”
Dazai nodded hesitantly, quivering slightly as Chuuya’s free hand snaked under the waistband of his cotton panties. He moaned debauchedly when the older man began to prod at his puffy clit, all while still rubbing the tension out of his belly. “Haah… Chuu…” he pursed his lips, shutting his eyes and crinkling his upturned nose. “I wanna nap after this… my tummy’s gonna be upset all night…”
“Just relax,” Chuuya shushed, thumb ghosting over his baby’s clit as his middle and ring finger pressed inside his sopping cunt. Dazai buckled with a punched whimper, nuzzling his face as far into the crook of Chuuya’s neck as he could in order to hide how red it was. “You’re gonna be okay, bunny. Daddy’s gonna make sure you’re okay,” Chuuya whispered.
With the full knowledge that his belly wasn’t going to get any less fussy anytime soon, Dazai relented and melted into Chuuya’s ministrations. His dark red-painted toes curled as another stupid moan escaped him, his lover’s fingers quickly finding the soft, spongy spot inside of him. The lewd groans coming from his tummy refused to cease, no matter how much he shifted to release the tension.
“Daddy, Chuuya, oh gosh—“ he sputtered, eyes crossing in the same, adorable way they always did as he was getting pleased. “Wan’ Chuuya’s dick,” he requested blearily, pawing at the aforementioned’s tattooed bicep, who nodded with another coo.
A third finger was stuffed into Dazai’s cunt, which only made him wail louder. His chubby thighs were quivering like a baby deer, and his face was bright pink. Eventually, all three of Chuuya’s fingers were withdrawn, and wiped clean on the inside of the brunette’s thighs.
Despite his calm display, Chuuya was just as, if not more, eager to sink himself into Dazai’s soft cunt as soon as possible. He gently raised his baby off his laps with one hand on his hip, as the other pulled his hardening cock out of his boxers. Almost immediately, without even seeing it, Dazai tried to grind himself down onto Chuuya’s dick, but he was given a sharp spank before being given the chance to fully do so.
“Ah-ah,” Chuuya clicked his pierced tongue, “you can be patient, yeah, bunny?” he inquired rhetorically. Dazai let out a dry sob in response. Giving himself a few lazy strokes as he gently brushed the head of his cock through Dazai’s folds, Chuuya took a moment to simply admire the view before him. His bunny, asscheeks red from being swatted, cunt puffy and dripping, and thighs quivering— the only shame was that he wasn’t facing him, so he didn’t get a good view of his poor belly.
Hesitantly, Dazai nodded his head, and stilled his hips. He was full, almost unbearably so— but he still wanted to be fuller. “Okay…” he murmured, allowing Chuuya to pet his tip through the lips of his cunt way too slowly with a small grimace on his face. His hands were balled into fists on his lap, nails digging into his palms.
Chuuya’s attempts at teasing were growing to be just as painful for him as well, though. So, without any warning whatsoever, he lined up with Dazai’s pink hole, and sunk him down onto his cock. Both of them let out their own noises of debauchery, with the brunette’s being much more akin to a sob than anything else.
His hands immediately scrambled to his belly, which still had a decent swell from dinner. He pressed down, searching for the familiar pressure point on his lower tummy that always had him keening, until he found it. And even through the layers of new padding and a huge meal, he still felt the small bump that appeared on his stomach every time Chuuya was fucking him, marking where his cock was nestled inside.
“Oh gosh-” Dazai puttered, voice trembling, “so stuffed—“ he cried, tipping his head back with a weak moan. It was becoming pretty impossible to think, not with a meal this heavy inside him, next to the biggest cock he’d ever seen in person, not with Chuuya’s lewd panting and sweet nothings in his ear.
Both of their faces were flushed, and their breaths were both choppy. One of Chuuya’s hands rested on Dazai’s swollen stomach, while the other took one of the brunette’s own. The younger took it eagerly, squeezing Chuuya’s hand with as much strength as he could muster in that moment.
So overwhelmed with the feeling of being so full, Dazai didn’t even realize that his lover hadn’t begun moving until he did. Each rough, upward buck of his hips pried an obscene sound out of his mouth, and tears finally began to trickle down his rosy cheeks. “Ungh- oh- can’t- oh gosh, daddy- I can’t-“
Chuuya grunted, squeezing Dazai’s tiny hand back. “Shit, baby, doin’ so fuckin’ good… my sweet bunny, eatin’ so well for me ‘n’ takin’ my cock like a champ after. So proud of you,” he husked.
The brunette’s bad relationship with food prior to meeting Chuuya was no secret between them. He’d been borderline malnourished, but had finally learned how to eat properly (and maybe a little more) after meeting his lover. The concept of eating for pleasure, quite literally— was such a foreign concept, but one he had been willing to try since Chuuya seemed to be so into it. Ever since, the numbers on his scale had been going up appropriately, and he didn’t even feel the slightest bit guilty about it.
Chuuya began to bounce Dazai on his lap a little more vigorously, savoring the punched sounds that were ripped out of him every time his cock hit a nice spot inside. “My baby,” he groaned, “jus’ love you so fuckin’ much. You don’t even know.”
A small sniffle came from Dazai as he nodded in agreement. “Love you too, Chuuya. Love you s’much,” he mumbled, finally peering over his shoulder to make eye contact with the former. The little amount of mascara he wore had run down his cheeks, and his lips were swollen from earlier kisses. His eyes were as wide as saucers, even in the half-lidded state they were. The rope in Chuuya’s belly snapped, just from looking at that face.
His hand fumbled to frantically rub at Dazai’s puffy clit as he came himself, but the brunette was certain just the feeling of being filled up would’ve been enough. Hot ropes of spend were emptied into Dazai’s cunt, before Chuuya managed to pull out and pump the rest of his release all over his chubby belly. The younger toppled over the edge of his own climax with a pornographic yell, back arching and head tipping back.
Still both in a slight amount of shock due to how quickly they each came, Chuuya and Dazai nuzzled as close as they possibly could to one another, ignoring the summer heat that poured through the windows. Either of them had a hand on Dazai’s belly, little fingers overlapping. Another soft hiccup escaped the brunette, making Chuuya laugh.
With legs like jelly, Dazai slowly raised himself away from Chuuya’s lap to admire the mess of cum painting his tummy and oozing from his cunt. It was a little uncomfortably warm, considering how hot it was outside, but he didn’t feel remotely like cleaning up just yet. He was full, well-loved and satisfied.
Chests still heaving, both of the lovers pressed the tips of their noses together, knocking foreheads and connecting eyes. “My baby,” Chuuya hummed, thumb barely brushing over Dazai’s navel.
“Uh-huh,” Dazai agreed. “‘M Chuuya’s baby.”