When Hazel had first started in on BDSM and kink, he'd decided he must be a sadist. After all, he enjoyed fighting people, so wasn't that essentially the same thing?

Of course he'd stopped doing that. He rarely raised a fist unless it was toward an inanimate object during a rarely seen full on rage. He'd punched through the wall at least six times since they'd moved in together years ago, and every time he found himself embarrassed and hating himself for being such a violent creature.

What had changed to make it so rare? Steven Universe, that's what.

He watched the way he loved, and he yearned to love the same way. He wanted to be soft too, and Steven had worked through him like a baker kneading dough. Hazel fell in love with everything Steven Universe (now De Mayo-Maheswaren) was.

It was obvious. He was teased about it every time Steven wasn't around, and even a few times when he was around. But he was so shy and confused he couldn't comprehend it. Before he met Steven, he'd never laid eyes upon a man and thought about anything more than maybe kissing them.

Okay, so maybe he hadn't really understood what being straight meant at all. He thought he was losing his mind, or maybe that it was just the feminine side of his friend that appealed to him so greatly. After all, he wore skirts and dresses and was so fucking pretty it made him want to pin him against the nearest wall and explore him from head to toe. But he had a dick, so that was the part he wasn't supposed to be attracted to, right?

Wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Steven had sported grey sweatpants one day, Hazels eyes found the bulge and his mouth literally watered. What would it be like, he mused to himself, to have the behemoth of a man taller than him by six ridiculous inches squirming as he pleasured him and squeaking?

He shook the thought from his head and tried to focus on studying, he was a good student after all.

Anna and Adam were incredible partners. Adam had shown a preference for taking care of him, and it had floored the ebony man. Was this what he'd been lacking? Was this why he couldn't seem to sit still sometimes around him? The first time Adam had guided his hips to fuck Anna harder, chuckling to himself as his nails raked down his back, Hazel thought he was in over his head. The harsh teasing, egged on when Hazel winced at the pain Adam was causing had confused him. He opened his mouth, panting softly, "That h-hur–," His cock has spasmed when the sharp pain begun to sting instead and he hunched over Anna's cute little butt as she cried out. "O-oh my fucking god, I'm gonna cum." The pain was as calculated as his boyfriend, he knew what Hazel liked before Hazel even fathomed it. Adam played them all together like a symphony, conducting or taking pleasure when he felt he would like some. He was selfish in his games, but selfless as a lover.

His Anna, his sweet babygirl with sweet blue eyes was constantly begging him. Whether it be for snacks or milk or some of that chocolate dick, he gave her whatever she asked, only stopped when Adam shook his head. He was softening fast, he realized. The sadist in him had never existed in the first place, maybe it was just born of the hellfire inside of him. Everything about Anna called to him, every kiss she gave him (and there were plenty with her being such an affectionate Little) made him practically disappear. To have the girl he'd loved for so long was rewarding, he'd just gained a boyfriend alongside.

He was always asking himself questions about why good things happened to him instead of trying to enjoy it. He was nervous, always nervous, of losing his temper and sending them running off. But with them, his temper was cleansed nearly completely gone.

A single morning had changed his life forever, and probably kickstarted what would become their massive polycule. He woke up refreshed and rather cheerful and had sauntered into the kitchen shirtless to see Steven in a much more elaborately feminine outfit. Those thick legs were on display with his skirt, covered only slightly in fishnets. A high ponytail exposed more of his neck and shoulders, and god that ass.

Apparently, he wasn't the only one stunned. Steven stopped humming mid-song and his eyes dropped to Hazels naked torso four seconds too long. He could've sworn he licked his lips even.

He spoke, but it wasn't that brassy baritone he was used to hearing. "G-good morning."

So sweet. The sweetness that he felt Anna possessed was in Stevens voice now, gentle and soft like a summer breeze. It almost made him shake. He felt the strange longing to run his hands over Stevens thighs and follow them with kisses.

"Good morning," He finally answered. "You look beautiful."

Steven's eyes widened and he turned scarlet. He swallowed, his Adams apple bobbing with the deepness of it. "Thank you." He turned abruptly. "I'm going to go play with the flowers."

Hazel almost called for him to stay, after all it was a free day. Instead he sighed and dropped his head. On top of being apparently bisexual, he was apparently more polyamorous than he'd come to think.

Even Adam and Anna had seen the way he was looking at Steven at intervals and cried, "Jesus Christ, just fuck and get it over with!"

"You're half gay, Hazel," Adam had said, spoon feeding Anna applesauce. "Deal with it."

Even Connie had picked up on it and teased him, even going as far as to murmur to him, "You do know that it's inevitable he'll fall in love with you too if he hasn't already, right?"

He'd snapped his head to his right to stare at her like she was crazy. "No?!"

She giggled, tossing thick brown black locs over her shoulder. "Now you know. Any day now."

They watched the hybrid unintentionally flirt with yet another student, but Connie had long ago caught on that he was genuinely oblivious to the fact. He was just nice, and funny. And hot. Steven Universe was a bombshell and trade. People gravitated to him on the human side of the aspect, they were just attracted to him and he couldn't pick up on the social cues to know when he was enabling such behavior.

Steven found them with his eyes, a rare occasion when he tried to keep his focus on the person speaking. He politely excused himself and smiled big at them both. He sat, babbling on about how Kelsey was so nice and how beautiful today had been.

Hazel had stared at him like God had sat him on his lap himself. Connie glanced at him and nudged him with her leg. She winked, but Steven didn't catch it over the excited epiphany gasp he made when the cherry blossoms petals floated into the air.

*Four years later*

Steven came in wearing the exact same outfit he'd worn at Nova all those years ago and gave him an adorable twirl that made his head spin along with him. "Remember this? It's so cute, I forgot I had it."

Hazel set down his drink and approached him. Steven tipped his head innocently, he was always innocent when like this. Hazels hands found a place to rest on one cheek and the other on the side his neck. "Of course I remember. You're such a pretty boy."

Steven melted into his touch and blushed hard. "Y-you didn't call me princess." He sounded almost disappointed.

It took every bit of self control to raise an eyebrow instead of smile. "Is that what you wanted? You just came in here dressed to the nines so I'd call you my princess?"

Steven nodded a little, eyes wide and brown. "Uh huh."

Hazel glanced at the counter, then at the island. He was tempted like nothing else to bend him over and fuck him exactly how he was clearly wanting to be.

But no, a princess deserved a bed.

It was such a beautiful thing. The second he got him alone and pressed him against the door, Steven whimpered at the back of his throat. He turned his head to the side bashfully, cheeks lighting up in a heady blush too strong for normal humans to convey.

Hazel was patient. He turned his head back and grinned at him. "Why are you acting so shy? We both know the second I have you spread you'll be begging for it."

"Can I beg now?" Steven whispered, desperately pulling him closer. "I need you."

Hazel could never deny Anna, and he sure as fuck couldn't deny this adorable man in front of him either. "Anything the princess wants."

He tugged him off the door and ordered him to sit still while he stripped him. Truth be told, he'd been longing for Steven for a couple of weeks now but everything had gotten rather busy with the holidays coming and passing. His movements were giving him away, and the second he got the chance he found a nipple to run his tongue over and suckle.

"Oh stars," He squealed in agony, pulling at Hazels hair. "That feels so so good, oh my god!"

He was pent up by the sound of it. Topping the girls was something that they all took great joy in. The only girl Hazel found himself submissive to occasionally was Connie, but that was a completely different story. What with all of that, Steven had probably only just realized he needed a reckoning. His submissive side could only be ignored for so long before it came roaring back to life. The lion of a man was merely a kitten now.

Hazels fingers drifted over the cock lifting his skirt and he chuckled. "You naughty boy. You're getting your skirt all wet."

Steven shook and panted with every pet over the black fabric. It was like he was voice activated, he grew harder and leaked more. "I can't help it. You make me feel so good."

"I know, baby boy." Hazel pushed him back and he shimmed up a bit more, giving Hazel room to explore his nearly naked body as he pleased. He kissed him as romantically as he could, trying to show Steven he would be taken care of. When his hand slipped under his skirt and didn't find boxers, he pulled away to check. "You're wearing panties." A volcano erupted in him, it was too much to handle with them being as pink as his face.  "You're so fucking cute I can't stand it."

Stevens hips bucked against his hand, trying to get him where he needed it to go. "Please fuck me."

Hazel groaned and pulled them off, grinning up at Steven through half lidded eyes. "I'm going to fuck you in your skirt, I think I'd like that. What do you think, princess?"

With him stroking his cock he couldn't get much out. He was hurting from how hard he was, and every time Hazels warm hand reached the tip he felt like he was going to burst. "I want that too."

Hazel always reveled in how a cock felt in his mouth as opposed to his hand: warm and heavy with the blood forcing it to stand erect. Fleshy, but in a pleasant way. Steven's was a little different. A lot different. When his precum hit his tongue Hazel groaned in sync with Steven, though his was lower pitched than the yelp. The aphrodisiac that was Steven De Mayo-Maheswaren compounded into his semen and precum, bringing a throbbing to Hazels cock he almost felt he couldn't ignore.

Stevens hips rose and fell, stroking himself in Hazels mouth like he was in a porno. That was the thing, he sounded like he was in a porno. Every high pitched squeal or ecstatic groan emulated one of a much smaller man being pleasured, or even his Anna. His submission was evident in his voice.

Steven would make a killing being a giant femboy.

Hazel gripped his own cock and stroked in time with Stevens desperate need to get off. And he would get him off for sure, he knew how to pleasure a man.

Hazel pulled off and stroked him again, pulling a wanton cry from him as they locked eyes. Stevens were glassy with bliss, and he stared at Hazels dick in a starving way. He was starving, desperate to get his prostate hammered at again, to feel the kind of pleasure saved only for ones who had one that burned him alive and ate up his ability to think straight.

It was so easy it was criminal. Hazel ran his tongue along the slit, huffing and stroking his cock faster as more pre spilled onto his tongue. The major upside of having both Adam and Steven as boyfriends was one never had to worry about one orgasm being the end. Steven had a built in aphrodisiac and Adam had trained all three of them to be able to take at least two orgasms, three on a really really good fuck, by sexually torturing them. At first they thought it was simply because he enjoyed their suffering, but the girls had giggled and whispered his secret to them. If they were to be allowed to be in pleasure, it would last far longer than the pain of wanting it did.

Steven gasped sharply, fisting at the sheets. "Oh, I'm gonna cum! Oh god, oh g-god!" His hips stuttered, trying to chase it and only finding relief when Hazel bobbed his head faster than the giant could get himself to do. "Oh my stars! Y-yes! I'm cumming!"

The force of his sweet cry rattled something nearby as he panted and chanted his way through an orgasm he lurched and shook at. Hazel grunted, the mildly sweet semen instantly sparking an orgasm in himself, the pleasure arched straight to his prostate and zapped him with the need for more. He slowed his assault and chuckled, motioning for Steven to sit up. "Come and get this cock wet for me, sweetheart."

Something about the sight of Steven drooling over his dick was heavenly. He suckled and forced it down his throat but never broke the eye contact. Soft, nearly glowing brown eyes looking up at him in an almost naive kind of adoration made Hazels heart flutter. He seemed so happy just with a cock in his mouth, his sucking sending sharp jolts of pleasure right into Hazels pelvis. "Fuck St-Steven oh my–," His moan cut out in a growl that he felt the hybrid shutter at the sound of. He grabbed his face and started face fucking him slowly, feeling the landscape of his mouth and throat until he was twitching with the need to pound that ass like cake.

He tapped his cheek and turned him around and over, staring at that exposed bubble butt and wishing he was buried in it right then. "Did you already train today?"

"Yes!" Steven swayed his ass enticingly. "I-I'm already ready. I need you so bad. Please put it in me, I'm dying."

Steven always thought he was dying when being denied pleasure, and his more feminine side was explicitly serious.

Hazel lubed himself up liberally and then brushed his fingers over Stevens hole, biting his lip as Steven moaned and started grinding against the bed. He really was a bonafide slut, aching for another release already. Hazel watched for a moment, gritting his teeth and forcing himself to do just that. Steven was so attractive, and he swore he didn't truly know just how sexy he was. The way he ached to be touched at all times wasn't annoying like he sometimes expressed he felt, especially not with six touchy partners and a touchy wife. He moved his hips and groaned, his voice deepening a bit before it rose on his next one as he mumbled, "F-fuck me, please."

A tiny flicker of sadism crept back in, causing Hazel to grip his cock and shake his head. "Not yet, baby boy. I want you to keep grinding and tell me how good it feels."

Steven made a sound like he was sniffling and quickened his pace. "S-so good, it feels so fucking good!" His hands shot up to brace himself and he groaned as he changed the angle to the perfect friction like he did this degrading task every day. "I-I want—! Fuck! Fuuuuck!"

Hazel chuckled. "You just can't help being a cockslut, can you?"

"No! I can't– ah! I can't help it-t!" He coughed out a euphoric sigh and his legs started shaking. "I-I'm gonna cum again soon if I keep going... Oh stars, I feel like such a whore!"

Hazel groaned and circled around front to watch his face. "You are a whore. You're so good for me, I promise if you cum for me again I'll fuck you any way you like."

Stevens hips picked up the pace, watching Hazels leak as he bit his lip hard. He looked fucked out of his mind already with how pink his face was turning. Panting and stuttering his hips, Steven started to get wilder in his thrusts, crying out from the pit of his stomach, "Fuck! Oh stars f-fuck I'm gonna cum for you! Oh god, I'm gonna cum for you! Uhhh so so close!"

Hazel had to stop pumping, Stevens lewd cries were about to make him bust again and he refused to cum anywhere but inside Steven. The Johansson-Tabb household didn't waste cum, it simply wasn't allowed. "Steven, look at me." He obeyed immediately, his eyes flickering colors now and his brows tented in frustration. "Arch your back, princess. I changed my mind. I need you, too."

Steven let out a sigh of relief and lifted his hips to gaze down at the wet spot he'd made. "Oops. I guess I was leaking," He murmured shyly.

"I can see that, you made a mess." Hazel shook his head like he was chiding him and Stevens cheeks flooded with more color as he grew mildly ashamed. "I would make you lick it up, but I just can't help myself."

Hazel positioned himself and pushed ever so slightly, testing if Steven was really ready. He gasped and buried his head into the bed, pushing his hips against Hazel until he was buried to the hilt. "So needy, aren't you?"

Steven squeezed around his cock with a tightness he felt was impossible with how often he was getting it in the ass. "Yes," He wailed weakly. "I'm so needy. I'm sorry, I just–," He pressed harder and squeaked, his skin alighting in a full body glow. "Fuck!"

Hazel started up right at his cry, his own lust taking him by the reigns. He rocked his hips once, aiming toward his gem like he'd learned to do for Steven in particular and cursed. Steven was simply too fucking hot, his toned back was tensing and unhiding the muscle there, his teeth gritted as he panted for all he was worth and met his thrusts halfway. Steven could pick up a semi truck with little to no effort sure, but it was Hazel who got the consistent pleasure of fucking Steven while he made girly little sounds and met his thrusts like he needed dick more than air. Hazel rumbled in his chest and grabbed Stevens hips, pleased with the slight softness there matching his baby cheeks and started pounding him harder. He wanted more of those precious cries.

Steven arched his back harder. "That feels so good, more, more, please!"

There was no way to know if Steven was using charmspeak or if it was Hazels own free will, and that thrilled him. He pushed and forced Steven to still and take the power behind his fuck. "You're such a pretty boy. You make sounds just like a girl, it's so fucking hot."

Steven let out a long whine of pleasure and his ass clenched. "S-say it a-again!"

"You're such a pretty boy." Hazel chuckled, a bit of mania overtaking him when Steven bared down harder. "You're a pretty girl too. My pretty girl."

That made Steven shout and shake, his glow brightening so much Hazels eyes watered a little. "Yes," He drawled. "I'm your pretty girl! Your girl!"

Hazel grunted and slowed down, grinding against his prostate like he was punishing him. Every sound, every word out of that pretty and fuckable mouth, it was taking away his filter and driving him mad with pleasure. "Louder. I want everyone to hear no matter what part of the houses they're in."

He did, much louder, and the distinctive sound of something cracking, a mirror perhaps, made him laugh again. "Good girl. Is that what you wanna hear?"

Steven nodded vigorously and grinned through his drunkenness. "Yes, yes, yes! I just– ah! Right there! H-harder! I just wanna be your good pretty girl!"

Hazel stuttered in his thrust, his balls tightening as his orgasm started to rise. "Grind on the bed too, I want you to come apart for me so hard you forget everything."

He matched Stevens hips, the frenzied pace between grinding and meeting Hazels cock to stroke against his prostate harder. He let out a constant array of sounds, wavering gasps and moaning and sobs filled with his euphoria. Hazel only very slightly changed the angle and Steven mewled his name over and over, bringing Hazel to what felt like more pleasure than an orgasm could ever give him. His muscles tensed and he was glad Steven was into pain as much as he was because he couldn't let go and he couldn't stop his hips.

"Oh, Hazel, I-I'm gonna cum! I'm so close to–,"

"Cum for me, princess." Hazel reached up to pull Stevens hair hard, relishing when he exclaimed he liked that. "Cum all over yourself and be a good little girl," He snarled, watching the telltale ebbing of light in his gem he'd come to recognize as The Countdown. "Make Daddy proud."

Stevens breathing turned erratic, his eyes shot open wide. His ass started milking him, his back arched hard enough to make any self proclaimed slut jealous at his form. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, YES! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Fuck Daddy o-oh my god!"

Hazel moaned, quickening his pace as he came a split second after Steven and started fucking him through it feverishly. "Oh, g-good job, fuck, you're doing such a good job. Work for it baby boy, I need you to work for it."

Steven met his thrusts so hard he nearly knocked him over, the orgasm dragging away his self control. Hazel had plenty of experience taking Stevens strength like a tank and all his desperation was doing was making him feel like he might go insane.

He started keeping time with the waves, making love to the man he adored while he came down. He was so fucking cute, his eyes were nearly crossed over a happy little grin that told him he was in fact blissed out to the max.

Hazel sighed, slipping out only to push back in again one more time. Steven yelped his overstimulation and his cock let out another tiny dribble. Chuckling, he pulled out for real and climbed in bed next to him, pulling him to lie on his chest. "I love you, Steven. So much."

Steven giggled dreamily, still floating above cloud nine. "I love you, too. Thank you."

When it came to pleasure, there was never any need to thank Hazel. It brought him peace when his lovers would collapse and mewl so sweetly how they loved him so. It was so much better than tears, no matter how Anna enjoyed the serotonin release after some pain.

For all intents and purposes, Steven had turned Hazel into a softie.