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Consolidation post for various things, including my Masterlist, Waiting/Planning List, and Request/Prompt Conditions! More links may be added in the future!
Masterlist
(Social Media, Ao3 Fic Library, Etc)
Concept Corner
List of current requests, and a collection of concepts for fics in the future of my own (or collective) brainstorming. (Last Updated Jan 11th)
I hate to go through this all over again. On July 23rd, Itch.io, one of the most popular platforms for hosting queer and adult independent media, went through a large-scale crackdown on adult content.
This was primarily aimed at games, but novels and comics were hit in the process. Most adult content has been de-listed from the site's search, and some creators were banned without warning. Any funds banned creators have not been paid are currently being withheld by Itch.io.
This crackdown was done, as it always is, because of payment processors like Mastercard and Visa threatening to pull their services.
The payment processors caved to an influence campaign by Australian extremist anti-pornography group Collective Shout, who have been inundating Visa and Mastercard with calls to force video game platforms to stop hosting adult content - which, of course, includes anything queer.
Collective Shout claim to have sent in 1000 emails to get this result, but there are a WAY more than a thousand of us. We need as many people as possible to make as much noise as we can!
Below the cut are numbers and scripts, all you need to do is follow the step by step guide.
Graphic, contact info, alt text, and script by voiddebris on Bluesky, also available collected in a handy document:
⊘Anti-Censorship Campaign ⊘ ⟡ Complaint Letter Template Customer Complaint Dept, This message is to lodge an official complaint about
Paypal:
Phone (US): 1-888-221-1161
Phone (outside US): 1-402-935-2050
Hours: 6am - 6pm PT
Online (for non-users or logged out - UK bc US site ONLY allows logged in users)
Mastercard:
Phone (US): 1-800-627-8372
Phone (outside US): 1-636-722-7111
Online form
Visa:
Phone (US): 1-800-847-2911
Non-US numbers
Online form
Script:
Customer Complaint Dept,
This message is to lodge an official complaint about the ongoing rampant restrictions your company has placed on legal sales made by legitimate businesses.
These restrictions are not only counter to the concept of freedom of speech and expression, but they harm consumers, businesses, and they harm your company’s bottom line.
The following actions are absolutely necessary to protect the freedoms of your client base and the sustainability of legitimate business practices:
1. Remove from your Terms of Service any mention barring the use of your service for sale and purchase of legal products.
2. Contact Steam (Valve), Itch.io, and any other company you have previously put pressure on to retract your content restrictions.
Put in place protections to prevent such restrictions from being put in place in the future without ample warning and time to contest them.
If these changes aren't made then I, along with many others will be forced to seek other options for processing payments.
Sincerely,
A Concerned Customer
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OTHER THINGS YOU CAN DO
Sign this petition from the ACLU:
Mastercard's new policy unfairly targets the adult content industry, making sex workers more vulnerable, especially Black trans women. It mu
Americans - contact your representatives about payment processors acting as censors! You can find your reps’ contact information on 5calls.org.
Script, from here:
Hello Representative/Senator [LAST NAME],
-or-
Hello office of Representative/Senator [LAST NAME],
My name is [YOUR FIRST NAME/SCREEN NAME] and I am one of your constituents.
I am calling today to express my concerns with technological censorship. Legal and legitimate adult entertainment is being banned in this country. These bans are not by legislators, but by payment processors like Mastercard and Visa.
Mastercard and Visa are improperly creating legislation online through their user and merchant policies. They are banning creator and user access to content that is legal and legitimate. They are inciting fear and panic to encourage censorship.
Please take a stand against this impermissible censorship. This is a direct attack on an adult's right to legal content. No one but the legislative branch should be allowed to create legislation.
Please support the Federal Trade Commission in their stand against technological censorship to protect the first amendment.
Thank you for taking the time to listen today.
UPDATE: Apparently it is Stripe specifically putting the pressure on Itch.io:
“The open case we have with Stripe right now is probably most critical right now. They apparently are or will be making a determination on the eligibility of our entire platform soon. Do what you want with that information”
Contact info for Stripe can be found here and here:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Nothing new from me yet, but I wanted to share this absolutely divine (Or, I guess, the opposite side of the spectrum of extraplanar descriptors?) fic from ChildofYuggoth on BG3 featuring Raphael. Setting aside some canon that interferes with it makes this a very good read imo. And if you don’t know what canon I’m talking about? It’s even better.
Ever have those moments where you're writing something, then you see that very recently someone else has written and posted something on the exact same wavelength/etc? Yeah, that's happening to me right now and I am not fan. I know I'm not copying anyone, but not everyone else will and it really puts me off wanting to finish said thing.
Currently about 1K words into an Astarion fic, but I am feeling exceptional rusty trying to fight the words onto the (note)page. Going to continue to struggle with this as I keep learning more and more that grows my love (and potential obsession) with the character.
I've got some other ideas kicking around as well, but not sure quite where they'll go given they haven't even been started yet. Would also like to think of something involving Raphael, but he's trickier than Astarion if want to follow what is supposedly canon, so I've got to brainstorm more on that and not just jump right into cliche 'sell-soul-for-sex' plot.
Anyhow, at the rate of my current progress, what with working out the kinks of not writing for so long, as well as being distracted by both work prepping for next month and games (BG3 of course, as well as others), I wouldn't expect anything out of me for a while still. It's nice to be even trying to write something again though.
Baldur's Gate 3's official release MAY be bringing me temporarily out of hiatus, but I can't make any promises for sure. The various Astarion romance related scenes have the brain juices flowing, but I'll have to see if I can get the oomph to put pen to paper (or letter to notepad in this case, I suppose). Wish me luck.
I just got done reading your kinktober fic with Dionysus from Hades and hoooO boi. I am wondering if you could write a follow-up fic to that for the morning after. I feel like Dionysus would be great at giving aftercare and also the type to just pass tf out with the reader. I just need the f l u f f.
I'm honestly not great at fluff imo, and the original intention for that prompt (assuming you mean the KInktober from this year) was actually for Reader to wake up with Dionysus gone and wonder if they'd just been so drunk they imagined it. So probably no follow-up for it, Anon, sorry.
Welp, Kinktober official starts tomorrow! That means I'll be uploading the first of the prompt tomorrow morning. I've got 15/31 prompts complete at this time. The remaining 16 are still subject to change (whether character or prompt) as I go about writing them. Otherwise, I'll share the list for now.
This is a custom list I've devised myself for this year. I will update this post with links as the month goes on, as well as my normal masterlist page and the entire series link.
All of the entries will of course be reader-inserts. They will mostly use gender neutral pronouns (I will try to note in cases they aren't) and are from an afab perspective.
Kinktober 2021 Prompt List & Table of Contents
1. Accidental Stimulation (G'raha Tia)
2. Aphrodisiacs (Urianger Augurelt)
3. Bondage (Solomon)
4. Brat Taming (Barbatos)
5. Caught Masturbating (Estinien Wyrmblood)
6. Cock Worship (Diluc Ragnvindr)
7. Cockwarming (Baizhu)
8. Collaring (Inuzuka Kiba)
9. Consensual Non-Consent (Childe)
10. Demon Sex (Diavolo)
11. Drunk Sex (Dionysus)
12. Face-Fucking (Ares)
13. Face-Sitting (Ryotaro Dojima)
14. First Time (Nakago)
15. Food Play (Beelzebub)
16. Glory Hole (John Hancock)
17. Handjobs (Theodore)
18. Hybristophilia (Tohru Adachi)
19. Impact Play (Haruya Shiki)
20. Keeping Quiet (Zenkichi Hasegawa)
21. Lingerie (Sojiro Sakura)
22. Mirror Sex (Izaya Orihara)
23. Orgasm Delay/Denial (Takuto Maruki)
24. Possession/Marking (Munehisa Iwai)
25. Predator/Prey (Mizuki Akabayashi)
26. Public Sex (Asmodeus)
27. Pyrophilia (Kabu)
28. Sex Games (The Drifter)
29. Size Difference (Zenos yae Galvus)
30. Thigh-Riding (Shizuo Heiwajima)
31. Threesome (Aymeric de Borel & Haurchefant Greystone)
Kinktober is all over once again, and the Table of Contents has been updated to include links to each prompt (on Tumblr) from this year! If you'd like see the Ao3 versions, please see my Masterlist page.
As usual, you can find the AO3 version of all my uploads [and some things I don’t post here to tumblr] via my Masterlist blog page.)
This prompt ended up very differently than originally intended, but I am very pleased with it. I’d say it’s a fitting end for the month. We are going to pretend like certain events didn’t happen on the FFXIV timeline for this fic to take place (Not going to say which, just in case, but those who know, know).
Summary
Facing the world’s terrors has its consequences - though some are more benefits than they are consequences.
Kinktober 2021, 31: Threesome
(Aymeric de Borel x Reader x Haurchefant Greystone | FFXIV)
It was frigid as usual in Coerthas, as most nights were. Though the cold wasn’t your concern, protected from the driving winds and snow, attending a private meeting with two of your favorite Ishgardians. You had come at their request, finally able to spare a moment among the seemingly ceaseless tasks to attend to.
The pair had greeted you warmly, and you recognized the affection and admiration shining beyond both of the eyes. The sight made you grin and wonder how’d you come to find not one, but two such devoted partners. But you couldn’t wonder for long, and your attention was drawn from the train of thought as the two insisted you catch them up on your latest travels and travails.
As you stood and obliged them, stringing the tales of your duties, you’d seen many emotions flicker across their faces. Interest in such strange and unique deeds, appreciation of the strengths it had taken to undertake and overcome them, and concern that you had undertaken them in the first place. The quickly shifting expressions made you want to laugh, but you held it in for the sake of finishing your regaling.
The pair moved closer, subtly, though your keen eye didn’t miss it, nor were you unaware of what was like to follow next. They had always been impressed by your feats, but in a way, neither exactly approved, simply out of worry for what might befall you. It was both comforting and frustrating.
“‘Tis true, we’ve seen before how well you handle yourself, but still…,” Aymeric trailed off, the concern clear in his voice as he scolded you.
“Battle prowess or not,” Haurchefant declared, “were harm to have come to you, what would you have us do?”
You held up a dismissive hand, trying to wave off their scolding. You had little choice in your world-saving duties. It wasn’t as if you could simply give up and leave the trouble to others to clean up when your aid was irreplaceable. “You know it’s not up to me...,” you tried to explain aloud, hoping it would satisfy them this time. But the look on their faces told you they wouldn’t let it go so easily now.
They moved closed, as if of one mind, Haurchefant on your rear, and Aymeric to your front. In an instant, you were trapped between them, each laying a gentle hand, Aymeric’s on one side of your shoulders, and Haurchefant’s on the other.
“If you refuse to see the way of your carelessness, then mayhap we ought punish you for it,” Haurchefant mused, though as you glanced over your shoulder to look at him, there was an impish smile on his lips.
“‘Twould seem so,” Aymeric agreed, his face more calm and subdued.
“Please, I told you already,” you began, though your words fell away when Aymeric and Haurchefant each reached out with the other hand, their palms pressing against you through your clothes. “Neither of you need worry, aah, about me,” you tried to assuage their concerns again, though it was difficult when both bent to trail lips over your cheeks and neck.
Each moved slowly, though still distinctly, over your exposed skin. Haurchefant from behind pressed against you, one hand massaging your shoulder and another sliding down your hip. There was an intensity behind his lips and the light, stray bites he left on your skin, fiery and primal. The hot touch of his body and his lips were unmistakable, and already you felt him rise against your backside eagerly through his clothes.
Aymeric was all you could see in front of you, a wave of blue filling your vision while he kissed your neck and your lips briefly, tenderly. One hand sought your chest through your shirt, kneading slowly, and the other splayed over your stomach. Each motion was restrained and careful, though there was passion and admiration behind them.
You gave up trying to protest, relaxing into their ministrations, arching here and there, unable to decide who to bend towards. Each touch and kiss and nip was subtle bliss, and you couldn’t tell which was better. There was little need for you to choose the attention of only one, however. So quickly, they turned you to putty beneath their fingers and mouths, warm and pliant, your mind focused only on them.
“How can we not worry when even something such as this can render you so weak?” Haurchefant teased, his breath washing over your neck before he lay a matching nip on your throat.
Aymeric chuckled with an agreeing nod. “Had I not seen your merits with mine own eyes, I would wonder now if you truly the same indomitable warrior,” he added to Haurchefant’s prick.
You flushed hotly between them, even knowing their words were but jest. You rolled your eyes half-heartedly in a moment of rest between their attentions, though swiftly they returned to making it hard to think or do much else than indulge in their touch
Quiet again, their hands weren’t satisfied merely feeling you over your clothes, given only the barest access to the skin left uncovered. Haurchefant’s fingers danced to your waist, slipping up your shirt and tugging it with them. As you raised your arms to allow him to strip it off, Aymeric’s attention turned to your trousers. He went to his knees slowly, dragging their waistband down, as well as that of your underclothes. After discarding your shirt, Haurchefant greedily peeled the last piece of your underclothes away, leaving them nude between them.
With your clothes in messy piles around your feet, Aymeric and Haurchefant were given free access to all of you, and they quickly took advantage. Haurchefant’s hands moved up, rubbing your neck and shoulders and back, his lips following the path of his fingers for some time. When his fingers dipped past your lower back, his lips moved up, lavishing open-mouthed kisses on your throat, while his hands cupped and squeezed your ass.
Aymeric, on his knees, reached up with one hand, shifting back and forth from one breast to another, the other offering something steady to hold you up as it clung to the curve of your hip. He kissed your torso almost chastely, though his path downward was anything but. His lips were featherlight and warm, leaving an almost ticklish sensation in their wake as they dipped lower and lower.
The two of them had already left you panting and incoherent between them, soft gasps and moans drifting from your lips. You already couldn’t think, nor did you want to, not about anything else, not so long as their lips and fingers toyed with your overheated skin. Both were keen to give you much more of that to think about.
One of Haurchefant’s hands grew bolder, abandoning your ass to slip between your thighs. He drew his finger lightly along your lips, gathering the wetness he found. You jolted, your knees trembling for a moment before you caught yourself. You groaned his name softly as he continued to tease, sinking his finger a little further, just enough to barely dip into your entrance before dancing away quickly.
The hand on your chest swept down, joining Aymeric’s mouth near the apex of your thighs. His fingers spread your lips further, baring your clit to him, still while Haurchefant tormented you. Aymeric’s name was next to leave your mouth when he leaned in to lap at your clit. Again, your knees felt weak, though, between the two of them, it was a greater shake.
As if determined to hear his name on your tongue again, Haurchefant thrust his finger into your heat at least, no longer teasing you with bare touches. He was rewarded with another call of his name, though it came out strangled when Aymeric latched onto your clit more fully, sucking and flicking his tongue again it.
You were unsure how you stayed on your feet as both went about tending to you. Haurchefant thrust in and out, one finger at first, and then two, and you bucked back against the delightful friction. Aymeric seemed lost between your legs, devouring your cunt as if it were some act of worship. You were awash in an ocean of desire and pleasure, hopelessly lost to their obscene affections.
They worked you quickly to a fever pitch, Haurchefant adding even more sensation in the form of harder bites and kisses to your skin, and Aymeric squeezing your hip a bit harder. No words came from your mouth, only a steady, rising stream of moans and cries, a surefire way to read how close you were. They both pressed on more enthusiastically the closer you came, until at least your orgasm exploded over you, radiating out in waves and making your legs threaten to truly buckle.
When your orgasm faded, the walls of your cunt slowing their clench around Haurchefant’s fingers and your cries tapered off, Aymeric drew back from your clit, and Haurchefant withdrew as well. In the absence of Haurchefant’s fingers, Aymeric spread your lips further, taking a long, indulgent lick of your thoroughly dripping lips. Beside you, you heard Haurchefant hum with satisfaction as he slid his slick fingers into his mouth and relished the taste of you.
Aymeric rose to his feet finally, and some of your essence lingered on his lips. Were it not for the support of Haurchefant behind you, you were sure you would have finally toppled. Haurchefant carefully shifted you to Aymeric, who wrapped a careful arm around you to continue to aid you lest you fall to the floor. He looked pointedly toward the table intended for laying out paperwork and maps and other assorted necessities a meeting might require. He stared for a few seconds before he turned to Aymeric. Again, the two seemed to understand one another’s intentions without a word.
He moved to the table, stripping out of his own clothes and taking a comfortable seat on its surface. He beckoned you and Aymeric to him with a wave of his hand, his smile still wide, though his eyes were stormy and full of longing, pinned on you. You and Aymeric joined him beside the table, Aymeric released you, so that Haurchefant could coax you up onto his lap. You did so, the feeling of him pressing against your ass exciting you again, despite how sensitive you felt still.
Aymeric set about disrobing next, and while he did so, Haurchefant shifted you easily, rubbing his stiff cock through your drenched lips and lubricating himself as well as he could. He didn’t slip inside though, waiting with patience until Aymeric joined you, wrapping your legs around his waist.
Aymeric lay his hands on your hips, rubbing soothing circles on your skin as he eased himself between your legs. Haurchefant bent to kiss your shoulders and mouth at your neck as he, too, aligned his cock with your ass. When Haurchefant’s cock prodded at the tight ring of muscle, Aymeric’s dick slid just into your cunt just as slowly. Your first reaction was to tense and wince, but you suppressed it, and the attention both continued to lavish on you was a godsend to that effort.
A mixed chorus of groans and grunts filled the air, distracting you from the sting of being so completely full. The fullness was overwhelming, but a bliss at the same time, having both men buried in you and pressing you between them making heat and tension dawn in your belly again, a ravening need rising for them to ravish you entirely.
After a time to allow to completely bottom out, and to let you adjust to them, Haurchefant and Aymeric set a steady, languid pace, making you cry out with each return that filled you to bursting. Still sensitive from the orgasm before, it didn’t take long before you were close again, reaching for each with one hand mindlessly and holding on tightly as they rocked you between them. Between moans, their names fell from your lips, and you couldn’t decide on one, each coming out broken and interrupted.
It only encouraged them to thrust into you more eagerly, their breath becoming just as short and quick as yours, unable to keep their own mouths shut unless it was to kiss and nip at your body. You were cumming again before you could even try to hold it for either of them, clenching tight around their cocks and trying to at least keep your volume below a scream. The pleasure surged even more strongly, like the most delightful levinbolt through your muscles and nerves.
Both of them came not long after, overexcited from the hot grip of your body and the noises that poured into the air. Each pumped you full of cum, lending even more to the overwhelming sensation of fullness, and cum dripped from both holes when their thrusts relented. As your second orgasm faded, you could only linger on the heat of both your lovers, still filling you up, and the comforting touch of their breath and fingers on your skin.
“A suitable punishment, but is it enough?” Aymeric asked huskily after a minute, still a little winded, his eyes fixed on you.
Haurchefant gave a low, thoughtful hum before answering. “I’m not sure,” he mused. “Mayhap we ought to continue to be sure.”
Kinktober 2021, 30: Thigh-Riding
(Reader x Shizuo Heiwajima | DRRR!!)
It was late that evening, and you’d managed to catch Shizuo on an evening where he wasn’t out getting into the city’s trouble or chasing down a certain someone. He seemed calm for once, or at least as calm as Shizuo got, looking perpetually cranky. You knew well enough how to see past the irritable look outside, and better yet, how not to provoke the irritability on the inside.
Shizuo had never been the most physical, despite the control he’d developed over his monstrous strength, though he seemed okay with some physical affection being shown to him, which was lucky for you. That evening you were enjoying being cuddled up next to him sat up in bed, listening to the idle noise of the city outside. Traffic, throngs of people passing by, insects, all forming to make a chaotic but peaceful hum.
Though you weren’t as content as you thought, you realized sitting beside him. Perhaps it was the prolonged contact, or perhaps it was something in the air. You didn’t know. What you did know was that you had an itch stirring that needed scratching, if you could convince him. It was worth a try - and if you couldn’t convince him, then you’d just handle it on your own.
You turned in your seat until you sat on your knees, leaning in to slowly press your lips over Shizuo’s. He stiffened at first, as you were used to, relaxing a bit after a moment, but not devoid of all tension. You felt his hand twitch and touch your side for a moment before falling back down onto the sheets.
You broke away after a moment of lukewarm reception to the kiss. Though when you looked back at him, it wasn’t disinterest that held him back. It was that usual hesitation, the concern he might not be able to control his strength. You couldn’t blame him, really, not having seen what he was capable of. It made things more tolerable, albeit still frustrating.
Pulling away and sitting back, laying a hand on his leg, you thought for a moment, Then, an idea came to you abruptly. Something that could satisfy your need, at least a little bit, and make things less worrisome for Shizuo. “Can I try something?” you asked tentatively.
“Yeah, sure,” he answered, his hesitation turning to curious uncertainty.
“Take those off then, and sit back,” you instructed him, scooting away for a moment to allow him the necessary space. “You can keep your hands to yourself, if you’re worried, I mean,” you corrected yourself quickly. The last thing you needed was him thinking you didn’t want him to touch you. That wouldn’t invite any extra confidence.
Shizuo made an acknowledging hum, removing his pants, pausing for a second before pulling off his boxers, too. When he was done, he looked back at you, dark eyes still curious and wary. You grinned at him, moving to pull off your own clothes. You might as well let him enjoy the view, even if he didn’t feel comfortable enough to touch you directly.
Next, you climbed onto his lap in a way that let you straddle one leg, your knee pressing lightly against his crotch. You felt him move a little against your leg, stirred by the bare touch. Continuing to smile, you leaned back in, moving to kiss Shizuo again. His response was still slow to start, though you convinced him wordlessly after a time to kiss you back.
You only stayed at his lips for so long, though, eventually moving away and trailing your lips down his jaw and his neck. You felt him relax somewhat against the pillows, and you took it as an encouraging sign to continue. Kissing a bit more sloppily, you wedged yourself a bit tighter against his leg and started to rock your hips, using him to work up the friction you knew would get you what you needed.
Bracing yourself with one hand on Shizuo’s chest, you reached down with the other, giving his dick a few slow strokes to start, working more quickly to match the growing pace of your hips. It didn’t take long until you managed to create a pleasant amount of friction, enough to make heat rise and coil in your belly, and more to rise across your cheeks. Shizuo groaned softly, his cock growing ever harder in your grasp, and you answered with a moan in his ear.
You heard the sound on his hands clinging forcefully to the sheets, and moved back to his lips and trying to soothe him, even just a little bit. A new tension had dawned in him, though you could tell it was a more pleasant kind on top of the more hesitant type. For an instant, you were pleased with yourself, happy you had found a solution to both tend to your welling arousal and
The knowing only urged you to rock against him more desperately, chasing the building tension and working yourself higher and higher, The pleasant sound of his low, muffled groans melded with your own, and labored breath that grew more strained. You were sure you were soaking his thigh, your cunt more and more wet the closer you came to your peak.
You closed your eyes, deepening your kiss, as sloppy and slow as it was, letting your imagination carry you further. You pictured the cock in your hand buried in you instead, filling you up until you could hardly take it. You thought of his hands, those hands with so much destructive potential, stroking over your skin and urging your hips to his. It was all a potent fuel to the fire in your gut, even if it was just in your head.
You left his lips so as you felt the tension rise to a fever pitch, drawing so tight you thought you might explode. Your mouth dropped open, and Shizuo’s name left his lips in a hush, a chant almost, as your orgasm burst and rolled through you in blissful waves. A sound half-groan, half-growl left Shizuo’s lips, and you pumped your hand over him more eagerly, applying a special touch just where you knew it would push him closer, too.
You were still caught in the throes of your orgasm when Shizuo’s own climax came hot and hard, cum coating your hand and dripping over your leg. You caressed him until your orgasm died away, and the throb of his cock did the same, your touch fading to a gently, featherlight drag.
Shizuo’s heavy breath filled your ears, a complement to your own, and with your need satisfied, the evening’s peace came over you again, But first, a little clean up was in order for the both of you.
As usual, you can find the AO3 version of all my uploads [and some things I don’t post here to tumblr] via my Masterlist blog page.)
Normally I try to make WoL/NPC stuff as race neutral as possible, however, since there are a couple races that are close to Zenos’ size, this fic more suits a WoL who isn’t a Roegadyn or max height Elezen/Viera (As it diminishes the size differences). Technically works for Lalafell, but that might be bordering on too large of a size difference (as far as physical possibility).
On all sides you were surrounded, hardly an inch of space to spare. Stuck inside a cage of flesh and heat, with no thoughts of escape. Large, thick arms framed your vision, great, sinuous hands possessing a vicious grip on linens already thoroughly mussed. Golden hair falls around your shoulders and face, tickling your skin along with beads of sweat and searing breaths. It was a trap you had let yourself fall into, perhaps far too willfully. Its siren song had been too taboo, too tempting to resist, and the prize it offered worth the consequences.
Zenos yae Galvus made you feel indescribably small and vulnerable, with his body bowed over yours. The muscular column of his chest and torso pressed impossibly flush against you, suffusing your burning body with more and more heat with each passing instant. His hips met the back of yours in a violent motion, spearing you over and over again on the thick length of his cock. Each thrust made you bite your lip and try to resist crying out, though you knew he wasn't fooled.
Your body responded to his far too readily in other ways to deny the effect he had on you. Unconsciously, you arched into him, trying to match his rhythm, slow but brutally hard and steady. Your cunt spasmed around him, encouraging him to ravage your core even more roughly and earning you a feral, guttural groan. Your hands, too, dug desperately into the bedsheets, holding them so tightly it was a wonder they didn't tear. All signs that showed how completely your body bent to his will, despite that anywhere else you were immovable.
Despite your attempts to smother the pathetic whimpers and cries that sought to be free, you couldn’t crush them, several gasps slipping past your efforts. Every noise gave way to a crack in your feigned resolve, and Zenos delighted in the tiny victories. He punished you for each weak, desperate sound, fucking into you hard enough to make you ache, and dipping his head to leave vicious bites on your neck.
But Zenos couldn't leave things at merely punishing your body physically, no, and his drawling voice in your ear as he pointed out your 'weakness' couldn't be ignored. "Who would have thought such a beast would be so easily cowed?" he drawled, a cutting edge to his voice that stung. "Don't disappoint me, my friend. Surely you've more to offer me than this."
You weren't sure what exactly Zenos expected you to do to provide him more sport. Not when massive his body eclipsed yours and pounded you into the sheets. Yet it struck a chord in you nonetheless, a fiery, stubborn chord that demanded that you fight back, somehow, and prove that the Warrior of Light wasn't so frail. You abandoned the sheets with one hand in favor of clamping down around his arm, digging your nails into his arm until you were sure nasty marks would be left behind.
He hissed sharply when you dug in, and though there was a satisfied undertone to the noise, you knew it was hardly enough to satisfy him. Twisting as best you could, your grip shifted again, leaving behind the angry red trails on his skin to grasp at a fistful of the golden hair that fell around you like a curtain. You yanked Zenos' head down, attacking his lips with yours. It was more a battle than a kiss, hindered only by the awkward angle and jostled by even more punishing thrusts into your heat. You bit down angrily before letting go and thrusting your tongue against his lips.
A groan rumbled deep in Zenos' chest, and the coppery tang of something slick and hot met your tongue. In an abrupt, rough rush of motion, Zenos drew back, leaving you disappointingly empty, craving the stinging stretch of his cock filling you to your limit again. Your grip was dislodged, and you were flipped onto your back swiftly, leaving you staring up into burning, icy blue, wide and wild. He spared nary a moment longer, descending on you again and enveloping your hips before spearing you all over again on his length.
His entrance was rough, careless, and even though you had yearned for him to fill you again, you bite down on your lip to prevent yourself from crying out at the painful jolt that shot through you. But as quick as it had come, the burst of pain was gone, and your fervor pulled you back in. Zenos pressed himself flush against you once more, feeling even more solid pressed to your front, as if with one slip up he might accidentally crush you beneath his wide frame. His lips met yours again in a loveless kiss mirroring the savagery from before, and you tasted the lingering blood on his bottom lip when your tongues twined and fought.
Zenos' pace became even more rough, jarring with each snap of his hips that sheathed him inside your cunt and made you groan despite your resolve. You latched onto his arms again, with both hands, raking your nails along them and leaving angry trails in their wake. One hand migrated over a broad shoulder, tracing equally angry color across it before digging deep, only encouraging Zenos to fuck you rougher.
You relished each hard slap of his hips meeting yours though, friction and impact teasing your clit and working you quickly up to a desperate peak. The energy in the air seemed to be aflame, sweltering, suffusing your body with every last bit. Some of the heat was surely the passion you'd been worked into, a sweltering flush of embarrassment and anger beneath it from your choice of bedfellow. Yet still more heat surrounded you on all sides simply from the bulk of that same partner.
Your mind was gone, left to let your base emotions run wild, only instinctive defiance spurring you to push back against Zenos' bruising kiss and the crush of his body. Only the pain and the pleasure mattered anymore. Only the feral chorus of moans and growls and grunts lingered in your ears. All your eyes saw were sheets of gold and fierce blue that remained intense, though their owner was surely as lost as you.
Another withdrawal that left you especially empty, another deep thrust that made you wonder in the back of your faded mind if it might break you, and another grind of motion and heat on your clit, and everything fell away. You abandoned Zenos' mouth and your resolve not to so readily show your pleasure, thrashing your head back against the pillows and crying out.
Zenos stiffened, but his hips worked ever harder, the ache of his girth never quite letting up, even when his thrusts slowed. The hot flood of his cum filling you up in long gouts did little to alleviate it, instead making you feel all the more full. Already so full, the sensation of something even hotter than your heaving bodies seeped down the apex of your thighs, no doubt staining the bedsheets.
When Zenos was spent, and you along with him not long before, he didn't bother to roll aside. Pulling out, he deigned to let himself relax against you, despite how his frame dwarfed your own. It was a wonder you could breathe, trapped beneath the slick, overheated slab of muscle and sweat and damp blonde hair. But you managed, drawing in deep, stubborn breaths, basking in the afterglow until reality was to come calling once more and wrest you from it.
As usual, you can find the AO3 version of all my uploads [and some things I don’t post here to tumblr] via my Masterlist blog page.)
Back to my roots as far as my Ao3 debut goes! Drifter was the first character I wrote for on Ao3, and I’ve since abandoned Destiny 2 altogether (since it became a p2p fomo trash fire), but damn if the Drifter isn’t still hot. I’d like to make it plain I have very little idea how Poker works outside of stuff like straights, flushes, etc, so my apologies to those who read my novel little game and find it highly inaccurate.
Summary
Even being a bit of a sore loser can make for a good time.
Kinktober 2021, 28: S*x Games
(Reader x The Drifter | Destiny 2)
You looked at your grip of cards with a tired groan, realizing you’d been dealt a poor hand… again. Slapping down the cards with a grimace, you grumbled under your breath, bemoaning the last several hands lost to you.
Your companion for the evening set down his cards with a flourish, a wide grin plastered across his face. Sure enough, when you crossly peered at your hand of cards compared to his, it beat you easily. Your face sank further, and you groused a bit more.
“Ah, c’mon, sister, don’t a sore loser like that,” Drifter said cheerily. It made you want to wipe the smirk off his face, but there was little in the universe that could manage that.
At the moment, you weren’t nearly as daunting as you often were, geared head to toe in combat armor and armed to the teeth. The friendly game of strip poker had seen to that, as had your losing streak. You were down to only your bra, underwear, and a glove, and you were grateful at least the room wasn’t cold. And now, with your latest hand lost, another piece of clothing had to go. You stripped off your glove, flinging it away angrily.
“I’d be less of a sore loser if you weren’t cheating ,” you accused crankily, fixing him with a stare to match.
“Cheatin’? Me? That hurts,” he said, a feigned wounded tone coloring his voice. “Not my fault I’m on a lucky streak,” he carried on, his voice lifting playfully.
You rolled your eyes at his infuriating cheeriness, watching him shuffle a new hand for both of you. “Yeah, sure, luck. That’s it,” you grumbled again, picking up the new set of cards, watching Drifter for a moment to ensure he didn’t have anything hidden up his sleeves literally.
All you saw were bare fingers - the only signs of any losses he’d suffered in the evening so far. Satisfied, you looked at your hand, and you couldn’t help but grin yourself. Looking at him again, his face was the same, relaxed and cheeky.
You placed down the new hand, spreading the cards confidently across the tabletop. “Let’s see your luck beat that,” you challenged with a smirk. You had a winning hand this time, you were sure of it.
“Well, that is a pretty impressive hand,” he admitted, rubbing his beard thoughtfully for a moment. He languidly set down his own hand of cards, his thoughtfulness disappearing instantly into that shit-eating grin. “But my luck’s still better.”
Sure enough, he wasn’t lying, and the newest hand left your mouth agape for a second, stunned. “Again?! You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me…” you growled.
“Them’s the breaks, sister,” he told you, his tone completely unapologetic.
You pinned him with another glare, jumping to your feet and clenching your fists, looking as if the thing you wanted to do most at that moment was deck him.
“Hey, this game was your idea, darlin’,” Drifter reminded you, lifting his hands as if to hold you at bay.
You deflated a bit at his words. He was correct. It had been your idea. But it wasn’t supposed to have turned out quite so lopsided of a game. You debated copping out and leaving, abandoning the game you’d begun, but decided against it. Huffing a frustrated breath, you moved your hands to your bra. You unhooked it and slipped down the straps and pulled away the cups slowly as if you were loath to do so.
Drifter whistled appreciatively as you tossed your bra away. You rolled your eyes, feeling your face flush, and the heat spread out from your neck to your chest and your stomach. “Eyes on the cards, we’re not done here yet,” you scolded him dryly.
Drifter chuckled, but tore his eyes away from your breasts, fixing them on the deck of cards once again. “I think it’s my turn to shuffle that,” you insisted as he reached for the deck again.
“All yours,” he answered, remaining frustratingly confident and calm.
Sitting down and trying to ignore the subtle drifting glances from him, you went about shuffling the deck before dealing out another round. Your new hand was fine, nothing as amazing as the last one that had still let you down, but you could be certain at least the deck hadn’t been tampered with.
You both played out your hands again, and again Drifter was the victor. You cursed under your breath, an angry grimace drawn across your face. That was it, game over, no more hands. You rose from your seat again, begrudging hooking your thumbs beneath the waistband of your panties and dragging them down.
Drifter had no qualms about letting his gaze linger then, taking in the complete picture before him. It made you angry at the same time as it turned you on as if the two were linked to one another, As the feeling grew, you decided you might as well get something out of the evening, something more than just Drifter leering at your and crowing over his win.
Without another minute of hesitation, you crossed the space between you to Drifter, still set in his cheer, looking like the cat that ate the canary and relishing in his spoils. When you straddled his lap and braced your palms on his chest, an eager interest took over his grin.
“Well, well, here I thought you hated to lose,” he teased, his calm cockiness returning in spades as he placed his hands comfortably on your hips.
“I do . Now shut up,” you demanded, leaning forward to silence him whether or not he liked it with a vicious kiss.
Drifter seemed content not to have the last word, at for a little while, returning your aggressive kiss eagerly, running his hands up and down your side greedily. The touch of rough fingertips on your skin sent a chill up your spine, a complement to the irritable rasp of his facial hair on your face.
You thrust your tongue forward just as demandingly as you devoured his lips, and Drifter chuckled against your mouth before he opened up. Though he’d given you access, his tongue met yours, tangling and refusing to be dominated. He groaned and you dug your fingers into his jacket, pulling him closer to you by it.
You ground your hips against his lap and his fingers pausing, clamping down on your hips for a moment reflexively before sweeping up your torso. He filled his palms with your breasts, kneading lazily, at least until you fought his tongue more fiercely. You gasped when his fingers pinched both nipples between them, making you pull back a bit. It happened again when you tried once more to win out your war of tongues, and you realized he was screwing with you again.
Again, frustration and arousal rose together, but you abandoned that particular battle in favor of dragging your hands down to his pants and fussing with them. It only took a minute before you’d undone them and gotten any other irksome clothes out of the way to free his cock.
You reached into them eagerly to grab him, not surprised to find him already standing hard and ready. He’d had plenty of time to eyeball you in various states of undress and seemed to get off on giving you a hard time. If you were lucky, maybe you could give him the ultimate hard time to pay him back for screwing with you all evening.
Putting the thought aside, you gave his cock a few quick strokes, swiping your thumb across his head and a thick pearl of pre-cum gathered there. He groaned again, rolling his hips up into your touch. Pulling away from the kiss, you could tell he was primed to say something irritating and decided not to give him the chance.
Quickly, you raised your hips and guided his head to your entrance before slamming your hips down on him. Whatever cheeky words had lingered on his lips melded into a blissful groan. His hands on your chest groped more roughly as you rode him, unashamed to voice your own pleasure. Anything was preferable to giving him a chance to open his mouth again. One hand abandoned your chest, moving around to squeeze the swell of your ass and encourage you to fuck him harder.
You obliged him, pausing only to shift your hips to reach for a more comfortable position. You bent forward, attacking his lips again, the motion sloppy and feral. Drifter made to put you off again, nipping your lip sharply as you pushed into the kiss, making you groan and open your mouth to him instead.
You made a low, muffled noise of complaint, but protested no further, focusing your energy on riding him. He made sure that wasn’t easy either, his hips rolling up to meet yours, the length of him rubbing hotly against just the right spot that made your gut clench and heat. You rode him more frantically, chasing the sparks in your gut in the pleasure they promised.
You tightened your grip on his jacket more, letting go of any coherent thought, letting your lust and frustration blend together to fuel the mounting heat. Your voice pitched louder, longer, though remained stifled. When you felt the peak of orgasm dawn on you, you tore your mouth from his, arching into him and letting your head tip back. Your climax burst over you, radiating out, electric and hot through you, making your thighs and cunt ache and clench around him.
For once, though his mouth was free at last, Drifter had little to say. Instead, he groaned like a wild beast, just like you, clearly close on the tail of his release. Though you paid little mind to tend to his pleasure, continuing to ride him thanks to how good it still felt for his cock to touch that perfect spot again and again as your cunt milked, begging him wordless to cum.
He cursed when he did, giving your ass a hard spank and then a harder squeeze, his hips stuttering as he pumped you full of cum. You only slowed your desperate pace when your orgasm faded off, panting and listening to your blood pound in your ears.
You had imagined he was in a similar state, breathless and speechless and drained from cumming. Though you shouldn’t have expected that, given who you were dealing with. “If that’s how you handle losing, I’m gonna have to set you up to lose a lot more,” he said with a husky, full laugh.
You rolled your eyes once more, leaning forward and letting your head drop against his neck. “Anyone ever tell you that you’re insufferable?”
As usual, you can find the AO3 version of all my uploads [and some things I don’t post here to tumblr] via my Masterlist blog page.)
Never thought I’d see the day where I looked at a Pokemon game character and thought ‘Oh, he’s hot,’, but I guess that’s about the only thing Sw&Sh got me good with. I am not going to be focusing too much on battle detail in this, as that would make this way longer than it needs to be for just some prompt smut. Apologies to those looking for a nice, long battle in a fic.
Summary
Turning up the heat in multiple meanings of the word.
Kinktober 2021, 27: Pyrophilia
(Reader x Kabu | Pokemon SwSh)
Your Pokemon training career had gotten a rather late start, at least compared to the host of preteens sent out into the world to start their journeys. Even by accounts of the Galar League with its stricter rule sets as far as sponsors to challenge the league, your debut had taken more time than normal. Still, that hadn’t deterred you from throwing yourself into training headfirst from day one, and with an affinity for the most hot-blooded of Pokemon types.
Fire had always drawn your eye, and wildfire or other large blazes had always elicited a certain something from you. A feeling you’d been careful not to talk about too much, lest your friends and acquaintances think you a bit dangerous. But in everyday life, it just wasn’t reasonable or moral to be setting blazes just for your interests. Training fire-type Pokemon, however, made for the kind of battle that always had you wired from the very first blow.
Your attraction urged you to train more, to strengthen the Pokemon you had that spewed fire forth so that their flames might grow with them. If you’d tried to explain it to someone else, they probably would have just thought it weird, but to you, it was just a much healthier outlet for your particular interest.
That day, you went to battle the third of the gyms in your roster of challenges, one you had to avoid at first, and look forward to until the day came at last. You’d heard stories and gossip about all the gym leaders, from the first to the last, but one who shared your affinity for fire-types - though perhaps not in the same way- was the one who interested you most.
Even before you had started your trainer career, you had attended the League matches and caught them on TV. Kabu had always been your favorite to watch, fielding each challenger with a myriad of fiery Pokemon after your own heart. The battles made your heart stutter and leap, each gout of flame and smoke drawing you in further. In time, you’d come to associate Kabu with those razing flames and, in turn, developed an attraction to him with thanks to that connection.
So it was no surprise that on the day you were all set to challenge him that you felt a bit jittery. Determined and excited, but jittery all the same. Perhaps your heart and stomach were a bit too much aflutter for your age, and more suited to some youngster, but you ignored the thought. The battle was going to be rough, certainly, but whether or not you won, it would be very exciting as well, given all the flames involved in a battle between two fire-type trainers.
You stood across from your opponent, trying to contain yourself from looking too excited as you stared over the field. The roar of the crowd was a dull roar in your ear, just unimportant noise you tuned out unconsciously as the battle began.
The battle itself started quickly, and you were drawn in immediately when the first fire-breathing beasts appeared afield in flashes of white light. Gouts of flame and heated bodies shot back and forth. The air shimmered and heated from the sheer amount of fire, and your excitement soared. You shouted command after command to your Pokemon, adrenaline and more pumping through.
The two of you seemed evenly matched, as the fight wore on. Whether from skill or matching type or something else, you weren’t sure. What you did know was that you enjoyed each and every second of it. When one of Kabu’s Pokemon fell, a feeling of triumph surged alongside the fluttering heat in your body. Even when one of your own Pokemon was defeated, it could hardly dampen your excitement.
You felt so much hotter, not just from the sheer, intense dome of heat created by the multiple streams of fire and the super-heated Pokemon that expelled them, and not just on the outside. Your cheeks felt unnaturally warm, and your body pulsed and nearly tingled, a burning within rising up to join the physical heat on the outside. As time went on, the sensation was becoming distracting, making it harder to concentrate on the close battle being waged. You tried to tamp down the feeling, just for a little while longer, though the flame-licked battlefield surrounding you wherever you looked did little to help.
The battle came down to the wire, coming to a climax in the grandest way the Galar region knew how: Gigantimax Pokemon. The fresh surge of heat through your body was electric as the flames took to gargantuan proportions, the two titanic fire-types duking it out until at last one claimed victory. Despite the distractions that had you wild-eyed and unconsciously squeezing your thighs together, you made it out on top, just barely.
As the adrenaline of battle began to ebb, you realized that the remaining sensations needed to be tended to urgently. But you also couldn’t simply race off the field without looking like some kind of weirdo. So you met Kabu centerfield, giving him a shaky handshake the lingered a bit too long, eliciting a curious expression from him. He was no stranger to the rush of a good battle putting a person on edge, but something seemed odd about the way you looked and acted.
You paused for an instant after releasing his hand, licking your lips and snapping back to reality before turning to leave the stadium. You needed to get back to your room at the hotel, and quickly, to relieve the state the battle had put you in.
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Walking out into the evening air of Motostoke, the city illuminated by the various lights of homes and shops, a voice stopped you. You recognized it as the voice that had congratulated you on your victory on the field before, and you stiffened. You whirled toward the voice, and the burning, tingling in your body flared again as your eyes settled on Kabu.
You’d done something stupid, for sure, but that stupid thing had worked out in your favor. Perhaps Kabu hadn’t been expecting quite the state you were in when he had stopped you outside the stadium to inquire if you were alright. Or perhaps his adrenaline had been running just as high as yours post-battle. Whatever the case, throwing caution to the wind and kissing him had been the last thing you thought you’d be doing that evening.
At first, you’d apologized, but Kabu hadn’t seemed upset, surprised at best. Deciding ‘fuck it’ you had invited him back to your room if he really wanted to celebrate your victory. And to your own surprise, he’d agreed.
Back in your room, you had little patience to spare, not interested in wasting much time on idle chitchat. Gratefully, Kabu didn’t insist on any. As soon as the door had locked behind you both, you slashed your lips over his again; the excitement boiling your blood only spurred to greater heights by his presence. He matched you evenly as you pressed roughly into the kiss, as if was another bout of competition between you.
You groaned into his lips, eagerly running your hands down his jersey before slipping them beneath it. You groped greedily at the hot planes of his chest and torso, moving closer and leaning even more intently into the kiss. His arms, athletic and wiry, wrapped around your back, pulling you even more flushed. You drew up his shirt, helping him pry off it and the towel around his neck before moving your hands down to rub circles over his clothed hips.
Your kiss had broken only long enough to remove his shirt, resuming again once it was gone and you tried to lead things toward the bed nearby. You ended the kiss again when you reached the edge of the bed, giving him a light shove to urge him to make himself comfortable on it.
You stepped back, looking at Kabu for a moment, the fiery battle still fresh returning even more brightly as you remembered how his face had twisted with determination amongst the fire and fighting. Returning to the present, you stripped out of your clothes, dropping them carelessly in a pile at your feet before climbing onto the bed with Kabu still dressed in his shorts, half lying back on the sheets.
You straddled his lap, moving to kiss him hotly for the third time, your hands sinking down toward his shorts, taking a bare moment to map out his torso, his skin hot to the touch, his form unexpectedly muscular. When your fingertips found the waistband of his shorts, you tugged them down impatiently. You palmed his newly freed length that seemed just as eager and excited as you and gave it a few steady strokes.
Kabu groaned gruffly and his hips bucked into your hand, strong arms encircling your waist. When you separated for breath again, his dark eyes regarded you sharply, still serious despite the heated intensity smoldering in them, and it made your cunt throb and your hand quicken. You shifted yourself, raising your hips and using your hand to direct his cock to your entrance.
You rubbed his cock along your lips for a moment, well-lubricated it with the sign of your flame-spawned arousal, a moan slipping from your lips. Then, with the head of him settled at your hole, you sank down slowly, groaning at the heat of him filling you up. Kabu groaned, too, though the sound was quieter, more restrained. Already so wet and aroused from the literal heat of battle from earlier, there was little need to take more than a few moments to adjust to his length stretching you, and you rose off his cock only to sink back down blissfully.
You closed your eyes and braced yourself on Kabu’s shoulders as you worked up a faster pace, hips bucking desperately against his. Thoughts of the myriad balls and streams of fire lighting up the stadium filled your mind. Thoughts of how the surrounding air had practically sizzled and steamed as the rush of battle melded with a rush of lust. Thoughts again of Kabu’s own tempered excitement and enjoyment of the match gleaming in his dark eyes. Reliving the moments was enough to fill your belly with new, molten tension.
You moaned a bit louder, riding Kabu more frantically, each memory and thrust bringing you a little bit closer to the satisfaction and relief you had craved upon fleeing the stadium. Relief made all the better that it wasn’t simply wrought from your fingertips. Kabu’s hips rolled up to meet you, and his hands trailed away from your waist to capture your breasts while you rode him. The pinch and roll of his fingers made you gasp, digging your nails into his shoulders as if grounding yourself.
Your breath picked up dramatically the closer you came, shorter and sharper with each new breath until it hitched in your throat. The liquid heat in your abdomen burst all at once, and your held breath came out in several wanton, drawn-out moans. You rolled your hips more desperately, chasing every last ounce of friction to draw out your orgasm as long as you could.
Kabu’s hands moved away from your chest, instead clamping around your waist. He flipped the both of you so that you lay on your back, while Kabu rose above you, still sheathed inside your heat. You cried out at the sudden shift, partly in surprise, but quickly returned to crying out in earnest from the waves of pleasure radiating out from your core.
His breath caught as well after several hard thrusts of his own, though his breathing and groans remained far more controlled than yours, despite approaching his release. Even when he came, his hips stuttering as he filled you with cum, the sounds he made remained reserved and gruff.
When it was over, Kabu’s weight fell over you for a moment, and though you were sweaty and hot, you didn’t mind the press of his hard body, his cock still buried in your cunt. You breathed deeply, trying to catch your breath and enjoying the pleasant ache in your core as the bliss of your orgasm faded.
As usual, you can find the AO3 version of all my uploads [and some things I don’t post here to tumblr] via my Masterlist blog page.)
I have been very much looking forward to writing this one. Asmodeus is really fun because he fits well into very sweet things or degenerate/risque things, too, that a lot of other characters just wouldn’t work with. This prompt is one of those, imo.
Summary
When the mood came, sometimes it was time to put on little show.
Tags/Warnings
Exhibitionism, Kinktober, Kinktober 2021, Multiple Orgasms, Oneshot, Public Sex, Prompt, Reader-Insert, Shameless Smut, Vaginal Sex
Kinktober 2021, 26: Public S*x
(Reader x Asmodeus | Obey Me!)
It was dark all around you, the air heavy with silence and tension. The scent of leather, salt, and alcohol hung just as thick, though it was a strangely enticing combination, even if it did nothing to soothe you. Though the room was quiet, it was far from empty, and that was much the cause for your mounting nerves.
Sitting with your knees tucked beneath you, you tried not to take in your surroundings too much, to turn your focus to the presence nestled against you from behind. Asmodeus’ presence was comforting, sure, but even his warmth couldn’t free you from your distress completely.
“Just relax, darling,” he purred in a low voice, ‘it’s always hardest getting started,” he reassured you, running a hand lightly over your shoulders and down your back.
There wasn’t an ounce of worry in Asmodeus’ voice. In fact, his tone was almost cheery, relaxed and shameless, as if that night was no different from any other. As if it were just the two of you enjoying one another’s company.
His fingers snaked down further, taking their time to appreciate the soft, smooth fabric of the skimpy outfit you were dressed in. Though there wasn’t all that much of the outfit to appreciate, your chest and core covered a few intricate fringes or tassels here and there to draw and lead the eyes. They stop after skating over the swell of your ass, pressing against the almost invisible slit in the crotch of your outfit.
You inhaled sharply, and his fingers inched forward a bit further, trailing back and forth teasingly along your pussy lips. The sensation melded with your nerves, heightening the tension, adding a hot, prickling feeling to the tension.
“If you want to stop, at any time, just say so, and that’ll be that,” Asmodeus assured you again, continuing to rub his fingers along your slit.
You gave him a slight nod. “Okay,” you answered, voice quiet and already a little breathless. There was an obscene excitement creeping in along the anxiety, and you welcomed it.
An announcement blared over the speakers suddenly, and above you a spotlight in shades of rosy mood lighting burst into life. You took a deep breath, unable to focus on what the announcement had said, though you already had some idea, given where you were and why. The light was jarring at first, though it wasn’t quite bright enough to blind you, and it took a moment for your eyes to adjust well enough.
Asmodeus murmured something else in your ear, but your heart was pounding so loud in your ears, you missed that, too. His fingers slipped away from your cunt, replaced by the hard, hot length of his cock instead, pressing eagerly against you.
You squeezed your eyes shut as he sank himself slowly in your heat, the stretch of his length just as pleasant even with your jittery nerves. He stopped when he was buried in you entirely, the stillness instinctively making you want to squirm and make him move.
Around you, you could hear low chatter, and hums of appreciation, and your eyes snapped open. Your eyes were adjusted well enough now that you could see out into the booths and benches surrounding the stage platform. You could make out the silhouettes of many demons settled in their plush seats. You couldn’t make out any of their faces really, only their eyes shining likes beasts standing out in the half-dark.
“They’ve all been waiting just to see you,” Asmodeus cooed behind you, slowly thrusting in and out, making you groan softly. One of his hands shifted to cling to your hip, while the other swept up your bare torse to greedily cup a breast in his palm. “And why wouldn’t they? You’re just so cute, so irresistible,” he praised, tone thick with affection and arousal.
He thrust a little faster, a little harder, squeezing your breast and rolling the nipple between his fingers through the cup of your outfit. You gasped, arching back against his body. His words went straight to your core, your walls fluttering around him briefly. The feel of him hard and eager inside you was helping to dismiss lingering nerves, turning the hungry eyes of the onlooking demons into just something else to excite rather than unnerve you.
Asmodeus bent forward, trailing open-mouthed kisses and gently nips over your neck and shoulders, a soft, sensual hum drifting from his lips. As his hips drove more insistently against yours, you thrust back, trying to match his pass. You reached back for support, one hand grabbing at one of his knees beside you and the other wrapping back to tangle your fingers in his hair.
The hum of noise from the crowd increased; a wolf whistle and cheer among some of the more enthusiastic reactions to the way your body bowed as you arched in Asmodeus. He seemed spurred on both by your own reaction, in addition to the crowds, shifting his hips to thrust a little deeper. The new angle reduced you further into bliss, rubbing against something that made your gut flutter and your toes curl. You moaned, the noise at first quiet and almost demure, before a second followed, less tempered and more wanton.
“Mm, you’re doing so good, kitten. You feel so good,” Asmodeus praised lewdly. His words were just for you, private despite the display the two of you put on, and they hit their mark.
You cursed, another wave of heat and desire pouring over you from his praise and the stroke of his cock again and again. The hand on your chest grew even more bold, switching to the neglected breast and freeing it and its twin from their cloth prison. You cried out fully when Asmodeus gave your newly bare nipple a sharp pinch, biting down on the junction of your neck and shoulder at the same time.
“That’s it, let them hear your beautiful voice.”
Between the attention to your chest, his praise, and the thrust of his cock, Asmodeus worked you into a frenzy quickly. So thoroughly you were sure later on he might tease you about how his charm actually did work on you. But you knew it was raw and pure, born of excitement and nerves and primal pleasure.
After a time, Asmodeus’ pace became steady, each roll of his hips hard but satisfying, each thrust building the raging heat in your gut. You writhed against him, your mouth dropping open wider and wide as he worked your cunt. Louder and more obscene cries fell from your mouth, to the delights of the crowd and to Asmodeus.
“None of them tear their eyes off you for a second,” Asmodeus hummed, and if he weren’t so close to your ear, you might not have heard him beyond your shouts of pleasure.
The hand on your hip moved away finally, wrapping around your stomach and dipping down between your legs. His fingers searched for barely an instant before sliding between your lips and reaching for your clit. He rubbed at the sensitive button expertly, knowing how to apply just the right amount of sensation to magnify your pleasure without making it uncomfortable.
“Don’t you want them to see you cum, kitten? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Asmodeus breathed dirtily, giving your ear a delicate, teasing lick.
His wings curled in, just enough that the tips trailed over your skin, the light touch a sensual complement to the molten tension in your guts and his bawdy praise. More catcalls and a cheer rang out from the crowd. Their noise, though, had become a backdrop to the searing lust roaring in your head and making your body pulse.
“Y-yes, fuck, yes!” you screamed in between moans, clinging to his knee and hair even more tightly as if he were your only lifeline in the swirling ocean of desire.
Asmodeus grinned against your neck, and redoubled his efforts, stroking your clit more vigorously and driving into your cunt until an obscene, wet sound and the slap of skin joined your chorus of moans and the fervor of the onlooking crowd.
You came undone under his deft fingers, moaning and cursing as your orgasm washed over you. Asmodeus thrust through your climax, groaning at the tight grip of your cunt, the noise almost dramatically erotic. When the fluttering of your walls died down, he took his fingers from your clit, stopping and pulling your hands from him and withdrawing from your cunt.
Your world spun, and you found yourself lying on your back on the stage, your legs hiked up on Asmodeus’ shoulders. Scarcely a few seconds passed before he returned, sliding back inside of you and pinning your wrists to the stage. His pace in this new position was more desperate, more primal, and despite having cum so soon before, the hot coil in your belly returned, winding tight once more.
You continued to moan and shout as Asmodeus pumped into you, the afterglow of your climax making everything feel so much more intense, from the heat of his skin on yours to how deliciously his cock stretched you. You didn’t even need the touch of Asmodeus’ fingers on your clit to drive you toward your next orgasm, the friction and excitement working you up all over again.
Asmodeus was becoming much noisier as well, his moans airy and obscene enough they made you flush even hotter. He was coming up on his own release, or at least the first to start, and made it quite clear. It wasn’t long before the thrust of his hips stiffened and slowed, and the loudest, most bawdy sound yet poured from his lips. He thrust hard and deep before filling your cunt with several thick jets of cum, so much that by the time he was finally drained, it dripped out hotly around his base.
As the show you had put on came to an end - or at least an intermission - there was more noise from the crowd, but you were far too tired to pay it any mind. The nerves from before had been destroyed, hardly returning even as your second orgasm faded and you were left hot and exhausted on your back on stage.
The voice from the speakers was saying something again, but you ignored that, too. Asmodeus withdrew again, this time gathering you up in his arms and getting to his feet to carry you off stage.
“Well, what did you think?” he asked eagerly.
“That was pretty great, but I really need a break now.”
As usual, you can find the AO3 version of all my uploads [and some things I don’t post here to tumblr] via my Masterlist blog page.)
This is another concept that’s been kicking around my head for a while, ever since that particle episode of Durarara!! where you get to see Akabayashi on duty in the abandoned building. Once again, Kinktober gives me an excellent excuse to use that idea.
One of my favorite things about him is the show shows he can be very sweet, or merciful, but can also be completely cold and efficient, and I think that would make for a fun ‘play’ situation.
Summary
The greatest thrill was the hunt, for both hunter and hunted.
Kinktober 2021, 25: Predator/Prey
(Reader x Mizuki Akabayashi | DRRR!!)
“I’m gonna give you till the count of thirty, sweetheart. Better get movin’.”
The command cut through the dark like a knife, cool and sharp, enough to send a shiver down your spine instantly. Your heart had begun to race, a surge of adrenaline making you almost jittery and on edge.
You stared back at Akabayashi for another instant, his silver-rimmed glasses making much of his face unreadable, save for the thin, upturned line of his lips. You quickly gave up trying to discern anything, his words more than enough to make you turn on your heel and sprint away from him. You tore through the dark alley, out and into the streets.
It was far too late, and the half-moonlit streets were empty and quiet, save for the hum of vehicles and the little bit of shouting or talk that carried through the distance. There was no place to hide in the open streets, not in the time that remained to you. So instead, you made a break for another of the narrow alleys interwoven between the buildings and streets. Your flight was accompanied only by the sound of your shoes - you cursed the loudness of your soles - and the blood rushing in your ears.
Passing through the alley and coming out on the other side, you slowed, spying the open doors of an empty building not far off. You headed toward the building and shot through the doorframe, attempting to quiet your footsteps as best you could.
Inside, the building was even darker than the alleyway, the nearly tangible gloom penetrated only by moonlight pouring in pale, silvery streams through broken windows. In some corners, you could make out debris and long-abandoned pieces of neglected furniture and mats. Bits of trash were interspersed amongst them, along with the signs of people up to trouble in the past.
In the distance, the sound of something clunking and clattering drew your attention, and you spun around quickly, squinting into the darkness as if the strain might somehow help you see through it. Yet, you saw nothing. You turned completely, more slowly, holding your breath while you listened for more noise and searched for any inch of motion. Still, nothing.
An uneasy feeling overtook you, a creeping sense that you weren’t alone making the hair on the back of your neck stand straight up. You whirled again, on high alert, but once again, there was nothing but the previously dark and empty surroundings of the building interior to taunt you. The nothingness did little to soothe your nerves.
“C’mon, at least try to hide,” came the same casual, intimidatingly cool voice from before, somewhere in the darkness.
The voice was crystal clear, and you couldn’t tell yourself you had imagined it. Yet, the voice’s owner remained out of sight, hidden somewhere, though you had no clue where. Another shudder wracked you, and you moved to bolt out of the room toward the flight of stairs you were lucky to notice on the far side of the room.
“How’s it any fun if I hardly even have to search for you?” asked Akabayashi’s voice from the gloom as a hard grip on your arm halted your retreat.
You were jerked toward the grip, pulled against a hard body in the darkness. The grip shifted down, moving to your waist to capture you more securely. With your side pressed against him, you glanced quickly at Akabayashi, your mind racing.
In the light from the moon that broke the darkness, he looked as menacing and unreadable as he had initially. The rims of his glasses caught some of the light, an eerie glint in the shadows, and the darker side of his body untouched by the light looking even more imposing.
You didn’t bother to speak, throwing all your weight suddenly against his hold, twisting and flailing. Thanks to your struggles, you slipped through his grasp and sped again, once more making for the staircase you had spied previously. Your feet hammered away at the stairs before you, and then another set, and another, passing several doors, until, at last, you reached a final landing and a door.
There was no time to stop, no time to look back and see if he was gaining on you, or if you had given him the slip, given that you had passed by several other halls branching from the stairs on your way up. You pushed open the door, closing it behind you and looking outward.
You found yourself on the rooftop of the building; the moon casting a much greater light higher up, and now unobscured by any kind of clouds or buildings. There wasn’t much on the roof besides some railings and a few raised walls beside the rooftop exit itself.
Heart thundering, your breath coming hard and fast, you tucked around the access building, your back pressed to the wall. You stopped on the opposite side from the exit, hopefully, hidden somewhat from the moon’s glow and from the sight of anyone who came onto the roof.
For a few minutes, all was quiet, giving you a chance to catch your breath, but doing nothing to calm your heart or the tension filling you and making your legs feel weak. You could hardly even hear the sound of traffic from before, and the silence was unnerving on its own.
“Surprise.”
You whipped toward the voice, the same as before, though you weren’t nearly quick enough. Akabayashi was there, somehow having managed to silently come through the doorway - or had he used it at all? There was no time to wonder about that - and sneak up on you again. His arms caged you in against the wall of the roof access building, stealing your breath away.
You were too stunned to try to escape again, and his body so close gave you little chance, even if you were to try. The tension from before surged, a prickly, hot sensation taking you over as you waited, debating what to do next, though it’d seemed you’d lost the game.
“What’d I tell you before?” Akabayashi taunted.
Bathed even just in the half-glow of the moon, on the rooftop, up so close you could make out much more of his face. His lips curled in a wide, crooked smile, and his dark glasses had slipped down his nose, giving you the barest glimpse of the scar drawn across his right eye and the hungry expression in his left.
Akabayashi leaned forward, pressing his face into the curve of your neck. You felt his warm breath wash over your skin before his tongue slipped out and trailed up the line of your throat. You shivered again, your hands pressed flat against the wall behind you digging at the metal. He pressed his whole body closer, arms trapping you even more effectively, and you let out a gasp.
You could feel him easily through his pants, his cock straining against the fabric at you. You cried out when Akabayashi bit down on your neck, pausing only to drag his tongue over the stinging bite before nipping you again.
Any lingering thoughts of escape had been dispelled. The game’s victor determined as soon as he had cornered you against the wall. You didn’t have the strength the break free again, nor the speed to outrun him when there was only one way to go.
The only option left was to surrender. To give in to the way his teeth on you made your skin flush and how every other part of him pressed so closely made heat consume you like a flash fire. The adrenaline still roared through you, fear replaced by arousal.
Akabayashi pulled back from your skin, retrieving a closed blade from his pocket. He flipped it open easily before using it to slice open the crotch of your pants. A squeak of angry protest spilled from your lips as the fabric gave way. Another chill gripped you, both from the cool night air on your cunt and a hint of fresh fear at having the blade so close to your skin.
Tucking the knife back swiftly, he moved to undo his belt and pants, and you couldn’t help but follow his hands down. The fun of chasing you had worked Akabayashi into quite the mood, just as adrenaline charged as you, but a hunter’s adrenaline, rather than that of the scared little rabbit running away. Freed from his slacks, his cock waited, eager and hard, a thick vein standing out against the underside of his flushed length.
One of his hands lashed out, grabbing just under your knee and hauling your legs up around his waist. His other hand sank down, reaching to tug your panties far to the side, before shifting behind you and groping your ass as he leaned in and bit down on the lobe of your ear. When you cried out, Akabayashi pressed forward, the tip of his cock finding your hole and pushing insistently. He slipped inside of you with little resistance, your pussy lubricated plenty enough from the adrenaline the chase had pumped into you and the newfound wave of lust born of your capture.
Akabayashi didn’t waste time, proceeding to pump himself in and out, and each time he bottomed out inside your cunt, making you whimper or cry out obscenely. Unconsciously, you grabbed at the biceps of one of his arms, fingers clinging to it in an iron grip while the other repeated the action, but grasping at his jacket instead. He continued to bite and lick and suck at your neck and jaw and ears, the feral attention making your body quiver.
Your cries and the pulse of your body urged Akabayashi on, his pace growing hard and more desperate with each lewd sound until he was pounding back into your heat. His hand, previously kneading your ass, swept around to dip between your legs and rub rough, tight circles over your clit. You stiffened and moaned, the new sensation immediately igniting an almost uncomfortable tension in your gut.
Part of you wanted to arch your hips back, away from the press of his fingers, away from the overwhelming sensation. The other wanted to let go, give in to the mounting tension and let it explode. You fought yourself for a time, unable to decide which side to obey, completely lost in the struggle.
Akabayashi grunted and growled against your neck, the rhythm of his hips bordering on brutal as they slapped against yours. “C’mon, you want it, don’t you? Just let it go,” he breathed in your ear, the cheekiness in his tone tainted by how strained and husky his voice had become.
As if his words were the prompt you needed to decide at last, the tension in your gut tightened, growing hotter and making you squirm even more. Then it burst, the heat spreading from your core to the tips of your fingers and toes and your mouth dropping open. Your fingers on his arm and shirted dug into tighter, your cunt clamping down on his cock and sending out another electric wave of pleasure from your center. Your head fell back against the metal wall with a bang, though you hardly felt it in the throes of your climax.
Akabayashi groaned in turn, pumping himself into your heat a few more hard strokes before he spilled his load into you. A few more thrusts, all while your cunt milked him greedily, and Akabayashi had spent himself, giving a drawn-out moan of satisfaction. When he pulled out and removed your leg from his waist, your legs shook, and you might very well have fallen to your knees if you weren’t still clinging to him.
Your eyes slipped closed, focusing on steadying your trembling legs, and you listened to the sound of Akabayashi tucking himself away and readjusting his pants. One of his arms swept around your waist, pulling you to him again, supporting you from crumbling onto the ground.
“Let’s get outta here before I have to carry you back,” he joked lightly, still a bit breathless.
You nodded incoherently, before realizing there was still the matter of the crotch of your pants being slit open. At least your underwear was still intact, albeit rather damp. Perhaps you should have had the foresight to bring a change of clothes along for your game. You’d have to remind yourself for the next time.
As usual, you can find the AO3 version of all my uploads [and some things I don’t post here to tumblr] via my Masterlist blog page.)
I’m not really into jealously/possessiveness irl, but it does make for a fun excuse for smut in fiction.
Summary
Misunderstandings can sometimes be beneficial.
Tags/Warnings
Counter Sex, Cum Marking, Jealousy, Kinktober, Kinktober 2021, Oneshot, Prompt, Reader-Insert, Shameless Smut, Vaginal Sex
Kinktober 2021, 24: Marking/Possession
(Reader x Munehisa Iwai | Persona 5)
You had been on your way to visit Iwai at his shop that evening, knowing it wouldn’t be quite closing hours by the time you arrived, but at least it was sure to be slower than peak daytime hours. It had been several day of meaning to visit and having something come up that kept you away, but you’d finally been able to make time.
You hadn’t intended to be recognized by an old school friend and stopped in the street just past the turn in the alleyway. Deciding a few minutes wouldn’t hurt, you were happy to talk for a little bit, promising yourself you wouldn’t let it go on too long.
The conversation went on long enough to exchange pleasantries and ask a few simple questions about what each of you had been up to since you’d last met, and how you were doing then. After a couple of minutes longer, you decided you’d spoken long enough, and needed to be going, informing your friend you had to get going or risk being late. He seemed a little disappointed, but didn’t protest.
They prompted you for a hug goodbye, which you kept short and casual, before they headed off, both of you giving a wave. Having turned away from the direction of the shop while you spoke, you turned back to face the window not far off. You hadn’t considered Iwai might have been able to see you through the glass from where you’d stood, though even if you had, you wouldn’t have thought any of it. You had only been speaking with a friend, after all, nothing wrong in your mind.
Iwai, though, watching from behind the counter in his usual chair, thought otherwise. Though to him, it hadn’t looked merely ‘friendly; not on your friend’s part at least. Your back had faced him, giving him a plenty good view of the man’s face. There was familiarity in his expression, sure enough, but something wanting as well - something that hadn’t occurred to you at all. To Iwai, the hug had lingered far too long, and looked much closer from the angle.
Ordinarily, Iwai wouldn’t have thought himself a very jealous man, but something about that moment had rubbed him the wrong way, and set off a chain of rather possessive feelings. As he had watched the encounter, he had felt irritable, biting down on the lollipop in his mouth unconsciously and causing it to crack.
Your mood as you entered Untouchable was bright and excited. The quick reuniting with the friend from before had been nice, but it only added to the excitement you had to see Iwai again. You were nearly beaming when your gaze met Iwai’s, unable to read his current mood beneath his usual facade of grumpy indifference.
“Sorry for being a little later than I promised. Ran into a friend I hadn’t seen in a while,” you apologized cheerily.
“Yeah, I saw,” Iwai griped gruffly, sitting back in his chair. “He sure seemed a lot happier to see you than you think..”
“Happier to see me than I thought?” You repeated, confusion dawning on your face. It hit you suddenly that Iwai had been able to see you, and he’d mistaken what he’d seen. “Oh! Oh no, you’ve got things all wrong. It’s nothing like that, he’s just a friend,” you assured him.
“Yeah, sure, and that little hug was just plain and friendly, huh?” he growled, standing.
That strange accusation confused you even more. “Listen, there’s nothing you need to worry about. What’s gotten into?” you asked, unable to stop the cross hint that crept into your tone.
Iwai strode around the counter as you took a step closer, before passing you to head to the shop door. He drew a set of vertical shades down over the windows, effectively blocking them out, and locked the door.
“What’s gotten into me is I don’t like how he was lookin’ at you. Not to mention how you seem okay with it,” Iwai said as he turned from the door to face you.
“Iwai, you’re not jealous of some friend I haven’t seen in years, are you?” you questioned skeptically. You hadn’t missed what he had done, and you had to wonder what was going on in that head of his.
Iwai made an irritable huff, though didn’t speak for a moment. He walked back toward, and you backed up to keep a bit of space between you, until there was no space left and your backside pressed against one of the display cases.
“Jealous, huh? Maybe I am,” he ground out as if the thought were both aggravating and amusing.
Iwai stopped, placing both palms on the counter behind you, and you heard the clack of hard candy against his teeth. You waited silently for Iwai to continue, realizing you had unintentionally been holding your breath, though you weren’t quite sure what over.
“Think I’ll do something about that,” he decided, the irritability fading from his rough voice.
Again, you were puzzled, wishing you could better suss out his thoughts. What exactly did he mean? And why did wondering what he meant make you feel almost excited? “What’s that?” you asked curiously.
Iwai didn’t answer, taking a moment to pull the stick of candy from his mouth and set it aside. He leaned in even closer, cupping the back of your head, using his hold to direct you. He kissed you roughly, though even still his lips were warm and welcoming, despite the force behind them. He took a moment to practically devour your lips, leaving you pleasantly dazed and a little breathless.
He broke away for an instant, only to return quickly for another kiss that made you feel hot all over. His tongue thrust demandingly against your lips, and you needed little convincing to let him in, swept up in whatever it was Iwai intended to do to assuage his supposed jealously. His tongue tangled with yours, leading but not entirely dominating it.
When Iwai stopped again, you took a deep breath, both to recover from the breathless state the whole make-out had set upon you, and to soothe the smoldering heat building in you. But Iwai wasn’t done, his goal not simply to kiss you so fiercely you couldn’t be bothered to think any anyone else. No, that wasn’t nearly enough.
His lips attacked your neck next, the stubble on his chin rasping against your skin, a complement and contrast to the touch of his lips and prick of his teeth. He moved down, mouthing at your throat and your collarbone where it peeked from your shirt. You could do little but hang onto him with one hand around his shoulders, the other pressed to the glass behind, enjoying the sensations, the confrontation from before forgotten.
Iwai’s ground his hips slowly against yours, pressing you between him and the case more firmly. You moaned low, moving back against him as best you could while so effectively pinned. It was easy to feel the thick, growing bulge in his jeans, and another wave of lusty excitement washed over you, and you clung to him tighter.
After a little while kissing and biting your skin, and grinding torment against you, Iwai pulled back, wrapping his hands around your thighs. He lifted you off your feet before settling you on top of the counter, rather than against it. He released your thighs only long enough to fuss with the waistband of your pants, pulling down and discarding them and your panties. Next came the fastenings of his jeans and his underwear until his dick stood eagerly between you.
His hands returned to your thighs, urging your legs around his waist and pulling forward over the countertop. He pressed his face into the hollow of your throat again as he lined his cock up with your entrance. You heard him groan when he pressed half-inside of you with a rough buck of his hips, A sound that was half hiss, half moan poured from lips, wet, but not quite wet enough that there wasn’t a bit of a sting behind the stretch of your walls. The rest of Iwai’s entrance was a bit slower, a steady ease of his hips forward until he was enveloped completely.
The tease of his teeth and the clothed grinding had lent more to the sparks of desire and heat, and you clung to Iwai again, making a needy sound as your cunt squeezed him. Iwai set a smooth, hard pace quickly, repeatedly rocking into you and making you moan and gasp and dig your fingernails into his back. You thrust back, searching for the perfect friction until you found it at last and your voice grew louder and more obscene.
Iwai kissed you hotly again, swallowing the lewd chorus leaving your lips and drowning several gravelly groans and grunts of his own. His hands had returned to your body, gripping the swell of your ass to press deeper into you with each thrust. The new kiss was sloppy, but intoxicating, adding to the building sensation of liquid hot tension in your gut the promised bliss. You squeezed your legs tighter around Iwai’s waist, nearly trembling with the mounting intensity.
When you came, Iwai broke apart from your lips once more, and your lewd cries filled the room again, along with several shouts of his name. Your back arched and your head dropped back, one of Iwai’s hands moving up to spread across your back. Iwai cursed softly but continued to thrust through the fluttering of your walls.
He withdrew suddenly, and you shuddered, whimpering at the loss and the sudden emptiness. Iwai’s hand fell away from your back, shifting to his cock and stroking desperately, all the while his breathing grew heavy and sharp.
“I’m gonna - fuck - make sure everyone can see you’ve already got somebody,” he groaned, pumping himself even more vigorously.
Several more pumps of his fist and Iwai stiffened, a long, broken growl of a groan issuing from his lips as his came in thick jets across your abdomen and thighs. Some of his cum spread across your skin, though much of it instead splattered across your shirt, leaving what would surely be a very noticeable stain.
“Shit, Iwai,” you admonished him breathlessly. “Do you know how much of a pain that’s going to be to get out?” You were still caught up in the afterglow of your orgasm, the idea of the stain irritating, but the motivations behind it somehow arousing as well.
