[ prose | incubus AU oneshots | 🦊 × ☯️ ]
I've kinda been wanting to post this since I finished it but….. it's just so filthy,, i get self-conscious af. I just gotta remind myself that even though the content I do looks like This, it's just the sort of thing I do, it doesn't mean I hold any less respect for the characters just because it's some spicy smut and not some cute pretty fanart. And it's a way to make it feel things haven't really changed, that Mysta is still just as much a part of the group as always; just writing the same stuff I've always been.
I prioritized finishing this due to his graduation; others that are close to being done include Reimu, Yugo and Vox. I'm so sorry that it's more omorashi content for those who don't like it sdnfsjfg but it has some sweetness too. This is gonna feel a bit familiar to those who have read "personal preference" except I hold back less this time.
(cw: explicit omo/ws)
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⎾ Please. ⏌
Unease and pleasure swirl within deep amethyst, watchful eyes catching the plead in their depths as well as in that voice.
⎾ You're so behaved. ⏌ A more even voice states.
Mysta is mean, sometimes. A slight bit of a sadist, maybe.
⎾ Please let me pee. ⏌ The man upon his lap tries again, quieter, shameful flush all over his mostly unclothed body.
⎾ Not yet. ⏌
Gods, Mysta could get absolutely drunk on this. Shu squirming so nicely on his cock, smooth shuddery thighs under his palms, the high stockings caressing his hands as he stroked down tense legs.
The panties look cute on him, a pretty red from Mysta's own stash, a string at the ass which makes it all too easy for it to stay on while the fox is buried in him. And the front is delightful, Shu's package making an obscene imprint on the fabric, cock attempting to curl on itself inside the confines. And the beautiful womb tattoo aglow above it, ever so slightly warped as the sorcerer's full bladder is stretched under the skin– Mysta feels like he's in a doujin, straight up. A good one.
⎾ Please. ⏌ Shu repeats.
⎾ You can't leave. ⏌ Mysta reiterates in a "what a shame, wish there was something we could do" tone. ⎾ My cock will get cold. ⏌
⎾ J-just one minute. Please. Please. ⏌ Shu can hardly handle this; whenever his dick shifts and the tip curls out of the panties, the cooler air hitting it spikes his urge to pee and he has to curl it right back, tense, breaths shaky.
⎾ How about you ride me for a bit first? Can you be a good, big boy and do that without pissing all over yourself? ⏌ The daylight sky of Mysta's eyes almost seem aglow, you'd do that for me, right?
Shu's trembling frame manages to barely lift off his partner, then sit back. A very sharp breath. But he keeps trying, grinding back on the fox as Mysta settles a supporting hand low on his waist, makes a delighted noise. It always feels so good inside the incubus, and the brunet is sure it's not just because he's a sex demon now, that Shu would feel extremely nice to make love to even without the many slight changes to his body turning him into a more apt sexual partner.
⎾ That's it... mm... keep being good and holding it in. I'll let you go soon. ⏌ There's a dangerous lip upcurl, a flash of fangs, and it slips Shu's muddy perception.
The riding is tense and careful, and Mysta is all too thrilled to imagine how Shu's trying to avoid sloshing the liquid inside him too much, so good, so obedient, flushed all pretty with struggling effort as his backside engulfs the fox in sliding grips of pleasure.
Mysta can't help just faintly, sneakily leading a thumb to caress over the stretched glow of the incubus mark.
⎾ Don't, don't, please. ⏌ Shu begs as he stops, high local sensitivity making his eyes roll, shoving the other man's hand away. It's so pathetically hot, Mysta's blood sings.
There's a telltale buzz at the low end of his fox rocket, a slight bump starting to form not long after, and the possibility seems to have slipped Shu's mind this whole time as his eyes snap open and he engages in subdued panic.
⎾ Mysta- M-Mysta– ⏌
The swelling is unavoidable, the tingling at the base of his dick heralding the growth of the knot that plugs up beyond Shu's ring. The pressure of those insides pushing back on the bump has the fox panting a little; it feels so fucking good.
There's nothing Shu can feasibly or safely do against it as the knot swells larger and larger, the feeling extremely acute as it pushes directly on his prostate and full bladder. The push forces a large leak out of Shu's cock, soaking the small underwear entirely, and the sorcerer becomes a mess of strained gasps as he loses all fine control, leaking long gushes until he's peeing nonstop over Mysta's abdomen.
⎾ Fuck, Shu... ⏌ Mysta growls, aroused out of his damn mind at the way Shu's claws dig at him, his voice sounds out broken and squeaky, his dick stretches fabric aside and delivers a heated stream over him like a tight faucet.
It was mean, he knew this, he knew Shu would lose control as soon as he knotted or not long after. It's not news for him. The very first time he'd knotted Shu, the incubus spent the following half hour squirming on his lap, bursting with the need to pee and holding on by a thread while they were tied and his knot added internal pressure.
And it had been really fucking hot, honestly, watching Shu be a rare whiny mess who kept whimpering and squeezing at his own dick.
So it was perhaps a matter of time until Mysta's knot would succeed in making him lose control by force– though Shu might not recall that event when it first happened, since the rest of Luxiem had fucked him delirious before Mysta was allowed to finish him with a tie. The sorcerer got the bed soaked within nary a second of the knot swelling up, too gone to even fully realize what had happened and be properly embarrassed about it.
In a way, it was much better for him to lose control like that and go completely empty than spend the following many minutes tied and desperate. That was exhausting (even if endearingly hot to watch).
Mysta strokes the colorful shaft as it spills the last bits of urine, humping up once for good measure to try and squeeze everything out of him. Shu moans his name in high-pitched, breathless stutters, flames arching in nonsense patterns behind his back.
⎾ Come on, you little pee slut. ⏌ Mysta rasps out, a bit too horny to choose his words carefully, ⎾ You wanna cum too, right? You greedy and want to empty your balls right after your bladder? ⏌
There's a brief hold of suspense, the brunet rubbing onto the soaked fabric of panties and stockings, Shu staring him down with glazed eyes, his womb mark still brightly aglow, shape now smoother with his bladder no longer bulging out under it– and then Shu shoves him down on the bed, wings fanning out larger as he starts fiercely grinding back on Mysta's knot.
The tension and careful motions are gone as he no longer has to put immense focus on keeping his bladder from leaking; he's empty and light and he wants to cum so badly, his hips just bounce back on the fox's dick like he's button-mashing a pleasure key, his own cock slanting down to rub itself on Mysta's abdomen for stimulation.
Mysta is floored at this feral behavior, yet definitely not complaining as he tries to match Shu's thrusting, the tugs on his knot feeling fantastic. Claws keep fierce holds over sweaty skins as their breaths draw shorter, the sheets and mattress shuffling under their motions.
It doesn't take long at all for them to climax, Mysta erupting into the eager hole and Shu spurting messily all over the detective's wet belly, their groans and shouts barely classifiable as human anymore.
Shu's arms briefly shudder, somewhat giving out as he slumps onto Mysta. He makes a cute little noise as the motion tugs at the knot buried in his ass, evoking its unique sensation of keeping a hefty portion of cum plugged safely inside.
Canine claws softly scritch at mussed dark hair. ⎾ That was fine, right? You enjoyed it? ⏌
Shu nods tiredly into the crook of his neck.
⎾ Pushed just a bit, right? ⏌
⎾ A bit... ⏌
The brunet gives several small kisses along the man's head; the incubus drain had sapped Mysta's energy, but it's not like they're in any rush to do anything, with his knot firmly tying them together.
It's a lot and too little, their tangled forms and heaving chests against one another. Mysta's fluffy tail wraps over Shu's hips, trying to swat off the heavy thoughts in his mind; I'm glad you're still here, even gladder I can help you like this.
⎾ If you'd like we could try to... get in the bath? ⏌ He suggests, mouth pressed to the banana crest.
⎾ Don't you wanna rest? ⏌
⎾ Uh, yeah. But I made you piss all over yourself. Not sure you wanna lay around like that. And we can rest in the bath too. ⏌
Shu's smile is crooked with an edge of shame and amusement. ⎾ Mmm... few more minutes first... our legs right now kinda... ⏌
⎾ Yeah, yeah, you're right. ⏌
In all honesty, the concept of sitting in a warm bath while tied together sounds really cozy and gives them fuzzy feelings, despite the feral mess they'd just engaged in being essentially the opposite of that. And then they could stay in the water until the knot deflates and finish cleaning up fully. Just the thought of spending time with Shu like that made Mysta's tail start wagging a little.
Oh, and– ⎾ I'm surprised you got like that at the end. That was really hot. ⏌
⎾ You got me really sensitive with all that... the stimulation... that made me go a little crazy. ⏌ Shu admits in a murmur, closing his eyes. ⎾ I'm still sensitive. My bladder feels stretched open... my... y'know... is being stretched at the moment... ⏌
Mysta gives him another small head kiss, holding back a little snort. ⎾ A warm bath will help all that out. Thank you for your patience with me, Shu. For putting you in girly stuff and kinda lying to you about letting you go and like... calling you a slut. ⏌
⎾ Mm, it's okay. I like it when it's enjoyable to you. And I got fed. And I know you don't mean it when you're horny and you call me that stuff. ⏌
⎾ You can call me a slut too! It's fine! ⏌
Shu laughs. ⎾ I'd rather not. ⏌
