Categories | bratbunnygirl!Tsuki, petplay, bunnydoggy-style, rough sex
Is this even petplay? I don't know. This was some random idea I got after seeing the photo below. I hope I gave justice to it even with the poor editing.
The map you spread open before you is yellowing. Since the day you tore it from the Billlage encyclopedia at the restricted section in a long-gone library, it has become a part of you that you cannot live without. It is just like you: battered and broken. The page that had once been colorful and vibrant to show the beauty of the place is now partially torn at the side and has become a crumpled mess with all the times you crinkled it in your pocket. You have to lay it flat on a table and press the crinkles down with your palm to even read the content properly.
Throughout its age and weariness, however, it has stayed with you more loyally than any other person in the world.
You and the map to the Billage have become one and the same. The lore and heart of the destination you've been seeking out for years on end has become a part of you, too. In a way in which you simply cannot live without it, or imagine living like that. You cannot even count on your fingers the number of nights you've spent flipping through phone books and analyzing myths about the Billage, desperate to find one that it is at least partially true that would lead you to the answers you wished for on your birthdays and Christmases. It was a difficult job to separate what may be fact mixed with fiction from just myth. The GingaMingaYo is unpredictable. What you may know as factual might as well be a nursery rhyme to the Billagers. A nursery rhyme, in turn, is their direct way of life.
Eventually, you found the fruit of your tireless years of researching in the SNOWY man.
He was the last person you thought would help you out. You'd like to say the complete reason for it is because you had learned to be sketchy of people, but the other half to it is one that you have only yourself to blame. Immediately judging him because of his large stature and soulless black eyes was a bad thing to do, considering that first impressions are always wrong, anyway, and the SNOWY man proving his moral character by leading you to this icy land, the place he told you would take you to the Billage.
You lower your map and look around. Yep, this is definitely the place. The skies are almost as black as your yeti friend's eyes. Snow beats down the blocks of ice that make up the land. You're shivering a little. Your nose is chapped red from frostbite, but you know this is it. This is where you go to your destination.
The SNOWY land is simply a passageway to the Billage. As much as you'd like to stay around and explore the place, your heart tells you to do what you have to do first.
"Well," you say, meekly, "I guess this is it."
You try to sound lighthearted, but longing devours your heart with its menacing sharp fangs. The SNOWY man, even if he is a yeti, has become your friend over the last months of your travels. Departing from him is more unnatural to you than the GingaMingaYo. And that's saying something; the strange world lives up to its name more than the orange fruit.
The SNOWY man makes a solemn grunt. His large, icy head is turned downwards. He doesn't say anything, or anything that's in human language, but you understand what he means by that. You understand it too well.
"Aw, don't weep me too much," you say to your friend. You pat him gently on the back with your heavily gloved hand. "I'll come back for you. I'll tell you all about it. One day, when the spell is strong enough, I'll take you with me, too."
The yeti doesn't speak your language, but you have a feeling that he understands you. He of all people (well, yetis for this matter) knows how important going to the Billage is for you. He knows what it means to you, and the conflicts your mind has had to face trying to appreciate and learn about a place that took everything that matters to you away. He knows how much you've studied about the Billage and how hard you fought just to see her again.
He knows how important Billage is to you because it is where the love of your life and the reason for this journey, Fukutomi Tsuki, was taken away.
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It all started a few years ago, also known as a forgotten period when times were simpler. Simple as they may be, the years come back to you in confusing fragments with memories as broken as ever. There will never be a day that you completely understand how to connect all the puzzle pieces to each other.
But you do remember her. How can you not? Fukutomi Tsuki is a beautiful girl. She's sweeter than any chocolate you can give her for Valentine's Day.
And she'd still say "thank you."
Tsuki's special ability is to see the good in everything. She even found something lovable in you, a guy far below her league. She has told you over and over how much she loves you as she cuddles you to sleep like a bear. And no expensive gift or birthday party would ever make you feel more special than she does.
She made your life so much better than the shitshow it was before she stepped in. She's like the sunshine to your rainy city, the creamer to your coffee, and the kiss on your cheek that lingers throughout the day and makes you blush profusely.
In simpler words, you love Fukutomi Tsuki, because she came to your aid when you were starting to believe that nobody was coming.
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And with just one chant of the classic GingaMingaYo hymn, you'll finally take her in your arms after all these years. You can already picture her cute shocked face, and how fast she'll run to you before she leaps into your arms. You let your heart hold that image to prepare yourself for the final transition.
You close your eyes and smile to yourself. You let the happiness in your heart stemmed from the thought that you will meet Tsuki again make the hymn a happy tune:
" Can't complain, 다 그런 거라 해
이상해, 왜 긴가민가요?
Can't explain, 또 특이하다 해
말 못 해, 왜 긴가민가요?"
Immediately, the ground below you starts to shake. The SNOWY man makes a fearful grunt and jumps away. You try not to be a coward as the ground withers, your surroundings melt, and your whole world turns black.
Trust the process, you think, trust the process.
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WHAT A STRANGE WORLD!
The four words ring in your ears like a bell. Everything you see is familiar. You've seen this view before when you were researching. But now they're blurry and glitched, as if you're seeing a simulation bug in real time. The words do more than repeat in your ears; they slide across your vision in red bleak letters. To your horror, the text looks exactly like real blood.
You have no idea what the hell is happening. Flashes of your old pinboard, used excessively with the numerous red and green threads stretching across each other with large pins as forks in the wide road that is your investigation into the Billage. You see the girls it has taken—a wide-eyed woman with pouty lips, another one who is short-haired, and a girl whose eyes curve into a feline shape—and the monsters who did it. The word "monster" isn't used metaphorically, but the guys who did it aren't exactly that scary. They just look... odd. One has a football with a smile for its head. Another is a yeti like the SNOWY man.
You have to squint to see them since you can barely see the Billage anymore. Your view is all covered with manically written red chants of: " WHAT A STRANGE WORLD! WHAT A STRANGE WORLD! WHAT A STRANGE WORLD! "
You're dizzy. You're happy. You're angry. You're sad. You're everything in between—the anguished and the merry, the grudgeful and the sorrowful.
Your head is spinning. The words swirl around you and blocks you from entering the place. They echo in your ears over and over tauntingly. The onset of several emotions and feelings have made you more ill than ever. Why is this happening to you? Did you say the hymn wrong?
Grope around for a chair to give yourself a seat as the world settles down. Groan loudly because you end up slipping and landing on the wooden floor hard.
Wait, wooden floor?
The moment the thought entered your head, the tornado of blood-scrawled words around you stops. It has disappeared so cleanly that there aren't even any dust or red blood as signs of its temporary presence. Not at all. You only see a flat wooden floor of what seems like a small cabin when you look down to check. It is so surprising that you do not even realize that your gloves are gone. The floor's surface is littered with snowflakes that lead to a medium-sized table in the middle of the enclosed space.
Is this the Billage?
No... no, this isn't it. You feel like you've dreamed about this place once. It is surely familiar, but it definitely isn't the Billage. It all just looks like an opposite-day duplicate of it. The cabin is supposed to be green. Additionally, it isn't snowy in the Billage at this time of the year, so why are there snowflakes on the ground?
But there must be a reason why it all looks so familiar. Haven't you sketched this exact cabin in your notes? These types of shelters are said to... said to...
You pause. You can't remember anymore. You can't remember anything. Weren't you just thinking about it a moment ago? Wait, what is it? And why were you thinking of it?
And one last question, what the fuck is happening?
Is the Billage truly like this? If it is, then your poor human mind isn't going to be able to take it. But you've already decided that this isn't where you are supposed to be at. The only problems now are to find Tsuki, if she is here, too, and get out.
Then—
"O-oh my god! Oppa!"
That voice...
Now, that voice is more familiar than anything in this cabin. It solves the first problem you've listed instantly You eagerly look up, excited to see the face of the girl you lost all those years ago, and take her in your arms and apologize. Apologize for even letting someone as precious as her go, no matter the circumstances; apologize for being nothing compared to her; apologize for everything. It doesn't matter if it'll take you decades to provide complex apologies for all your shortcomings; you would still do it. One look up and you'll see the fruit of your tireless mission.
But when your eyes find your supposed lost love, you realize the fruit is hanging from the Forbidden Tree. Something has gone terribly, terribly wrong.
"Um... who are you?"
That girl is Tsuki. She looks like Tsuki, anyway, from head to toe, from smile and pout. You can feel your heart recognize her, but then hesitate. It senses that something about this is off.
Your arms, that have itched to wrap themselves around her, suddenly go limp. Even they detect something odd is in the air. Or rather, with this duplicate of Tsuki.
This Tsuki is sitting behind the messy desk with her mouth wide open in surprise. She's holding up a magnifying glass to her eye, making it look cartoonishly large. Contrasting your expression of confusion, she looks incredibly happy.
"You already forgot me, oppa?" she asks, pouting playfully. "My name is Tsuki! You know, your Tsuki?"
You get up slowly. Everything about this is weird. Tsuki talks like her normal self: cheerfully and cutely. However, the last time you checked, Tsuki enjoys casual fashion, something that's comfortable but pretty at the same time. The Victorian dress may be subjectively pretty, but it is too tight. Tsuki wouldn't wear that. What's more, her black hair has been dyed pink. It's bunched up into twintails that are tied high on her head. Up there, two large rabbit ears create shadows on the wooden floor. Out of all the changes in her, the ears are the most shocking.
Maybe the Billage changed her into some sort of Victorian... bunny girl? It has been more than a while ever since you've last seen her. She isn't going to stay the same forever, of course. But something tells you that there is more to this than what you are seeing, though. You just have to borrow that magnifying glass and look at the bigger picture.
"Hmph! Well, you clearly don't remember me!" sulks an upset Tsuki. She pouts as she lowers her said device. "Is it because of the headband?"
"No, no," you say quickly. Now isn't the time to go over what changed. You hug Tsuki tightly, kissing her pink hair as your heart aches with relief. "I'm... I'm glad to see you again, Tsuki-san. It's just that—"
"Don't call me that!" Tsuki pulls away from your hug. Her glare pierces through your soul. She turns her back to you and crosses her arms again.
You're a little taken aback. Tsuki's tone is unusually sharp. Sure, the pretty giggle in it is still there, but there's such an edge to it that you actually feel guilty.
It's your fault. You have to be sensitive, too. Not everything will have stayed the same. Tsuki will surely have enjoyed new things now and forgot her past hobbies. She might have found the Victorian style clothes better than her previous ones. And, more fitting for this exchange, she has taken on a new name. You shouldn't judge her for any of that.
"I'm sorry." You mean it. "I'm... I guess I just don't know what to call you besides that."
"Please call me your bunny, oppa! Tokki-san, Tsutokki... anything works!"
Suddenly, her hands are on your front. Her tiny fingers curl over the edge of your jeans. She looks up at you and flashes an unbelievably mischievous smile.
"I especially like being called that when I'm chewing on your carrot."
Your eyes widen. The weird symbol for cock aside, you're surprised at Tsuki's boldness. She isn't like that at all. Throughout your relationship, you have always stayed in the same bed as her, but nothing would escalate further beyond kisses and groping. Why is she so sex-hungry now, especially when the first emotion that is usually seen at an overdue reunion is sentimentality?
"T-Tsuki, what's—"
" Don't call me that! " Tsuki roughly pulls your pants down so roughly that the fabric scratches your legs. Your underwear follows with the guide of her hands that impulsively try to get you naked. "You can't even go here to give tokki a good pounding. Do you really think you have the right to call me your Tsuki?"
"I'm sorry, Tsu... tokki-san." Swallow as Tsuki does similarly to your cock. You've never thought of her this way. She is too precious to even be fathomed in a lewd way. But she admittedly looks very pretty with her mouth around your cock. Her lips remain pouty even as she sucks you off.
No, you can't think of your girlfriend that way! You just reunited with her after years! This isn't—
"That's more like it, oppa-ya~" Tsuki kisses your cockhead lovingly. She smiles up at you again. "See what good things happen when you listen to Tokki-san?"
Her cute way of speaking still sounds so sultry. You have no idea where she learnes that, but you strangely like it.
"I waited years for you~" She flicks and laps her tongue like she were eating a lollipop. The white tasty flavor drips into her mouth. "So... hahmm... you must understand why Tsutokki needs you so bad. I missed you so much! Especially this carrot!"
She makes cute munching noises as she makes open-mouthed kisses to your rod. She keeps you on your toes with her clever sucking and her rubbing on your girth. She's too cute yet too fuckable, all at the same time, and your senses can only unite to send your brain one clear message:
Fuck that cute smile out of her face.
Your morality has gone to absolute shreds so easily. You're in some strange place that probably isn't the Billage. There's got to be some spell around here that is making Tsuki act and look like this, and manipulating your actions to dumb them down to doing the lewdest of acts on her that you never have thought of before. She might not even be the real Tsuki!
This Tsuki easily gets on her knees for your cock and takes it however she wants. Your Tsuki sits on your lap and kisses your face instead. This Tsuki touches herself under her skirt while she sucks you off, and muffles her moans by throating your cock until tears start at the ends of her cartoonish eyes. Your Tsuki has never even had sex with you because she isn't overcome by cock-hungry lust like this döppelganger. Instead, she laughs with you and rocks you in your sleep to comfort you. She never yells at you when her needs aren't met, or pushes you to do things like this.
So, why do you like this Fukutomi more?
And why do you think of corrupting her mouth so hard when you won't even dare do that to the real one?
It feels like cheating. But your mind is too clouded by Tsuki slobbering all over your cock to mind the off vibes you get from her. She's squirming deliciously, too, and you can't take your eyes off her even though you know you should. But it's all so tempting: Tsuki gasping lewdly while grinding on her own fingers, tongue dancing around your rod as if it were a stage, and her eyes shining as she looks at you. Their gaze fades a little whenever a particularly sharp spark of pleasure spreads through her body, but that's what makes the whole thing all the more hot.
Fuck it. All of this probably isn't real anyway.
"If you miss it so much," you start, menacingly grabbing her pigtails, "you would feed on the carrot like a good bunny. How the fuck are you so bad at this?"
"No, Tokki-san isn't bad!" Tsuki denies your criticism but tries to find the fault in her licking in the speed. You groan in satisfaction when she takes you down her throat again. "Please, oppa, Tsuki is your good bunny!"
"Then take my cock. Take it all down your throat."
The bunny ears on Tsuki's head wiggle as you fuck her face. Her pigtails are wound tight around your hands like ropes. Tsuki makes continuous whines at the constant blockage of her airway from your rod. Her wet hot mouth and large tearful eyes flare up your senses and make your cock even harder. And her tongue... you pull her pigtails downwards just to be able to drill your tip against its flat.
"Ahh, y-you like it that way, oppa?"
You pause your wild jerks when Tsuki personally grabs your cock and drags it all over her tongue. She rotates it around the sharp start of her tongue, then lets it rub the underside of your rod while your mushroom head enjoys the texture of the center of her pink muscle. The excessively produced saliva drips all over you in the best way possible, especially since Tsuki's lips are there to warm you.
"Fuck, Tsuki!"
Tsuki decides to let this slip of her name pass since you look so immersed in the pleasure she is performing. "Peh-plith do," she says. It's difficult to talk without a lisp when her tongue is hanging out sluttily to pleasure your appendage. "Did you know bunnieth have a... a high thex thdrive, oppa? I'm your bunny, light? You need to take care awf me."
"Beg for it," you command. You are more than happy to aid her in her sexual needs, unlike earlier, but you just want to see her plead for it.
Tsuki's eyes fill with tears even more. She kisses you (your cock) again, then your balls and thighs. She grabs your hand and nuzzles her head against it, just like a real pet.
" Please, oppa! It feels so hot already." Her need grows stronger and her legs squirm together more. She's so wet for you, and she is just so desperate to have you take care of it. "Tsuki promises to hop on oppa's cock like a good bunny, just please fuck her!"
You never thought you'd want to hear her beg like that. Better late than never, right? You smile with satisfaction. "Good girl. I'll eat your bunny pussy out."
"But I want that stupid dress layer off now, or you can forget it."
Tsuki is glad to take it off. She doesn't bother with the corset and simply tears it off her body. You note that the long-sleeve blouse underneath is more loose than the tight dress made it seem. It hangs around Tsuki's petite body like a curtain. Lower your eyes a little and you can see that she isn't even chaste enough to wear shorts underneath—tiny pink panties hug her hips and bear the flow of her pussy juice.
Limiting yourself is not something you want to do anymore. You rush at Tsuki and carry her to the desk. You roll your eyes at all the bullshit on there—what even is all this? There's paper snowflakes and real ones, vials holding curious blue liquid, lab equipment... you shove all those things off. Tsuki gasps, not at the crashing sound of all the objects falling to the floor, but at your easy decision to make such a mess of things that she apparently likes.
"Those were my snowflaaakes!" she complains.
You set her down on the table and spread her legs apart. Her thighs are thick and luscious; you cannot wait to be trapped in them later on. "Look, do you want me to eat you out or not?"
"Oh no, wait, pleaseee. Please eat Tsuki out, I'm sorry!"
Good answer. You pull off the panties eagerly. The masterpiece you expected reaches more than your exepctations. Tsuki's cunt is so pathetically wet. Her folds are utterly drenched and the tiny hole contracts and relaxes around nothing. Stick a finger inside to test the waters, and you hear a cute, pitchy: " Oppa!! "
Fuck, she's tight. The fluttering walls hold on to your singular finger, and quiver with wetness with each jab your fingertip does at them. Finger her a little more, and her back arcs prettily off the table. Her mouth is wide open to make an ahegao. The sight sends so much blood to your dick, making you impulsively amplify the movements of your fingers so her legs lift themselves completely in the air, making it look like she's the one on the bottom in a missionary position.
Proceed to placing your lips on her lower dripping lips. You waste no time doing stupid teasing and straight up slip your tongue inside her cunt. Screams immediately fill the cabin. They would have filled your ears a lot too if it weren't for Tsuki's killer thighs sealing around your head. With them around you, you can only taste her delicious juice, smell her musky feminine scent, and see her hairless mound and a bit of her face. Her half moon eyes have become fully white.
Your tongue is quick to dive in and resurface between Tsuki's folds. She whimpers softly in response to it wiggling around and rubbing her G-spot. Even more to its cleverly calculated performance of sliding from the bottom of her slit to her flint clit. You feel her thighs shudder around you with power as strong as the snowstorm you only notice now is brewing outside.
Tsuki is already warm enough though. You made sure of that with your tongue in her slick sex.
"Ohhhh!" Tsuki sighs with pleasure. Your tongue works wonders on her pussy, and she simply can't get enough of it. She rolls her hips on your mouth, the sensualness of the action making your brain mush. She just looks so fucking hot grinding like that. Her mouth is open as she does, but her eyes barely are. Soft oh's fill your ears and trigger your brain to want nothing more but to lick her dry.
You hold her thighs in place and run a long stripe of saliva to her clit. You wiggle your tongue at it, making her sigh, and suck it gently for a few seconds. The wetness increases and sticks to your chin. You make sure to catch it all and slide your tongue swiftly inside her again, letting your nuzzling nose do the job of stimulating her clit too.
Tsuki purrs sultrily. She hums happily and lays back down on the table to let herself relax to the pleasure. You just know how to touch her so well—your thumbs make her thighs shy away yet crave your touch even more, and she never wants to feel anything again if it isn't your talented tongue inside her.
You can hear her whisper curses. Tsuki never swears, so you decide that it is because you're doing a good job, not that she's probably a döppelganger. Her nasal moans just drive you to the edge without anything else needed.
"Ohhh... oh, God, please keep doing that, pleaseee!" Her cute voice sounds so satisfyingly desperate. Her hips dance on your lips to the beat the shake of her thighs make on the desk. "Tsuki is, is going to cum soon, pleasepleaseplease. She's so close, please please please!"
Already? Oh well, that isn't really a problem for you. Even if she doesn't cum at the moment,you are still blessed with her continuous noises of heavy pants, senseless mumbles, and shrill cries.
Her girl cum floods your mouth excessively. Her elongated scream accompanies it as thunder. Your lips seal around her clit and suck every bit of juice that you can get from it while the rest of her cum wets your chin. Your hands around Tsuki's thighs allow you to devour more of her. Deeper the better and stronger the merrier are the mottos you author and perform. Poor Tsuki is hoarse now from shrilling, and her pretty pink pussy is still leaking despite all that you ate and drank of her.
Rabbit is a delicious main course. You'll have more of it sooner or later as a snack.
"Bunny came so hard..." the breathless Tsuki whispers. Her legs are limp and useless on the desk, still spread wide open to display the well-eaten pussy: your artwork. "Bunny came so much because of oppa's mouth..."
She's such a mess on the table. Her thighs shake while her hands try to remain their stability to hold their orgasmic owner up. Tsuki is still looking down at her devoured pussy with tired fascination. Her small clit twitches at the blown air from your mouth.
Start to lick only that area, tasting the softness of its front up and down. Tsuki exclaims once again. She's more sensitive there than any other erogenous zone on her small body, so she is easily becoming overstimulated.
But she doesn't want it to stoo.
"Hmph... oppa, so- so much, too good."
Her hips rock side to side to spread the amazing feeling to the other parts of her cunt. But you still focus on that spot alone, pretending not to know how Tsuki's center and feet are already tingling with overwhelming heat. "Does bunny need oppa's cock in her pussy?"
"God, y-yes!"
"How much does she need it?"
Tsuki's ass rises from the table and forces her wetness into your tongue more. "So much, oppa! She needs it more than anything!"
Her sex drive is too strong, but you are glad to help her out with it. Kiss her bundle of nerves one last time, then ask her to turn around. She obeys, of course, understanding what you want to do, even scurrying her cute round butt into your greedy hands.
You squeeze one of the globes and knead it happily. Just like her thighs, Tsuki's ass is plentiful. It ripples on your palm after a good spank. Tsuki cries out. She looks back at you, sweat rolling down the sides of her face, and tries to back her ass into your hands more to force your fimgers inside her. You tease her tense butthole with a thumb, and she shakes her head with a whimper. Sigh, then decide that's fine. Her pussy is just as good anyway.
"Put it in me, please!" Tsuki coaxes you. Your length touches her lips and lightly pushes inside her. "I need it! I deserve... it!"
Tsuki gasps surprisedly. She holds on to the table for dear life. Your cock is ruining her tightness in the best way possible. It ventures deep inside her and forces her squeezing walls apart demandingly. However, she tightens around you even with its actions. It's not a problem for you, though; her virginal tightness is just another good thing to add to the combo of her facial-worthy face, whiny voice, and fuckable thighs.
You discover how pretty her tits are, too. They bounce repeatedly behind her blouse as you fuck her. Release your right hand's hold on her side to pinch its nipple and Tsuki wails.
"Fuck, squeeze my tits, oppa! Keep f-fucking me!" she yells. Their words are so dirty compared to that cute of a face, but it turns you on even more.
The mirror from across the room holds you in its gaze, displaying right back the rough sex scene. Tsuki's adorable facial expressions—biting her lip when you hit her G-spot, her eyes widening and mouth falling open when you slap her tit—drive you completely crazy. You want nothing more than to watch her expressions of bliss all day. You can perfectly see Tsuki's tongue hanging from her mouth as her head tips backwards, the bunny ears that are nearly hitting you, her round tits, and midriff. It's just too bad that her eyes have rolled back too much to even see herself convulsing in the doggy position. You see your own red face from humping the Japanese bunny girl's ass deliciously.
Her moans are so irresistable. "Mmm, fuck, oppa! My bunny pussy is so full with y-you... your cock is so big!"
Never would you have ever imagined or even fantasized about Tsuki legitimately saying these words. Nor have you ever thought about fucking her so roughly. But now you wonder why you have never thought of it all along. Her cute lewd reactions to each slap and refill of your cock come straight out of a sick man's mind, but maybe you are a little ill yourself. You feed on her whines and moans, addicting yourself to the tremble of her body and sound of her pleads.
"Naughty bunny, aren't rabbits supposed to be quiet?"
"C-can't stay quiet!" Tsuki attempts to reason out.. She purses her lips before letting out another scream. "Hm, ahhh! Cock is too good, your c-carrot is too good so Tsuki can't stop..."
Spank her. "I don't want to hear any pathetic sound from my fuck bunny. You have to be a behaved bunny girl. If I hear anything, I'll stop. Got it?"
As expected, it's fun to see Tsuki strive to remain silent. She nods tearfully at you to show that she understands, but muffled whimpers still barely escape from her pursed lips. Face red, she bites down on her lower lip to discipline herself, but she only extracts blood. She settles for hot and heavy pants of pleasure, but the warning of the slowness of your thrusts makes her fight even more to shut herself up. She can't afford to lose your cock. She just can't.
Tsuki is unable to express herself in the state of bliss since she is not allowed to speak. So she resorts to showing it through the buckle of her legs and her hand slamming on the desk. The emotions written on her face say it all, too. You learn to identify what the actions of her features are associated with them. A barely-maintained smile means that you are hitting the right spot. Closed eyes but an open mouth is a sign for more. A bitten lip means that it is just right.
But you can't see them anymore as Tsuki leans over the desk, biting furiously on her hand to scream into it. It sound so helpless, so vulnerable that you almost feel sorry.
Almost.
"Hnnn, oppa's cock is so big..." she whines in the quietest voicr possible. "I feel so full...!"
You let her little whispers pass. Those are fine, you decide. But anything louder is danger for her.
You lead her to it. Flick her bean quickly and furiously, the wetness spreading everywhere? and finally, a scream cracks through the air.
"Tsuki-san is going to cum, please don't stop, please don't stop, please don't fucking stop I'm—"
You aren't able to submit your punishment of stopping any more than Tsuki can keep herself quiet. You keep driving your cock inside her till she squeezes for the last and best time deliciously, a sign of her heavy orgasm in play right now. Curse at the closeness of her walls surrounding your appendage that milks you completely, then swiftly pull out. As Tsuki's cunt overflows with your pre-cum and juices, you shoot semen on her beautiful back, painting the pale slope with more pale snow. Your shout is a little more stronger this time, battling the war of loudness with Tsuki's continuous cries in Japanese.
Somehow, her moans in her native language sound a lot hotter. Though you can't place what they mean exactly, you are aware that it's a sign that you're fucking her so good she can't maintain even a bit of composure anymore. Hearing her high-pitched mumbles just wrings more white ribbons out of you and on her back.
Tsuki is bent over on the table exhaustedly. Her ass is pink from your slaps. On the other hand, her back holds a white color rom your own cum. She's barely holding on to consciousness.
"So good... so good... was so good," she murmurs. A sheen of saliva rests on her lips and jaw. "Oppa fucks his bunny so well."
You are glad to hear that, although you kind of knew that from the start. Keeping up with Tsuki's libido is an exercise by itself, so your whole body aches with post-sex pain, especially your dick. You hope that the bunny gives you a break this time.
However, another puddle of cum has formed on the floor. As you guess, it's Tsuki's making. Just when you thought that her non-stop lust has taken a break, the Japanese girl has elevated herself on the table surface and is diligently rubbing her clit with one finger. Her vagina is sore and sensitive, so she gently tests her limits with a quick swipe on the glistening nub.
"Hnghhh!" she cries. Although her pointer is the most focused on rubbing her button side to side, the rest of her fingers start to slide on the sensitive bud, too, causing her stomach to tighten with heat. She gasps at the unexpected painful pleasure derived from her slapping her own cunt. She does it again, adding another wet slick sound that echoes in the room.
"Still insatiable as ever, huh?" you ask. It's truly hypocritical of you to say; your hand is already jerking your penis off to Tsuki touching and spanking herself.
Tsuki nods breathlessly. Her eyelids are lowered slightly, as if she is about to fall asleep. But they allow enough vision for her to see her whole hand slapping and rubbing her vagina. She bucks into her fingers demandingly, not knowing how to aid the emptiness in her hole while stimulating her needy clit at the same time. She may be tired, but she is still going to find a way to get off.
You have a good idea in mind for that specific situation that would benefit both you and Tsuki. You approach her, grab her wrist and guide her fingers inside of herself. She is surprised, but goes along. Her fingers are granted access to the stretched and used hole.
This is where the fun part comes. You inch closer to her, and position your dick so that her clit is rubbed well by your large cockhead.
"Oh, fuck," Tsuki whispers. Your round tip is even bigger than her pearl, allowing it to play with her clit by rocking with it up and down. The tingly feeling knots in her center and wraps around her legs and feet. "Oh god, it's so fucking hot..."
Once your tip and her nub connect, it sparks an abnormal amount of heat. Your skin immediately tingles, and Tsuki's hole tightens their cling on her visiting fingers. You guide your cock in its movements, feeling the sensitivity of your tip as well as Tsuki's clitoris. It flicks it sharply with upward movements, then brushes it from side to side. Tsuki is whimpering now, unable to handle the sensation though it is what she sought after just a few minutes earlier.
The two of you fall into a deep kiss. It's torrid and hungry; there is no gentleness left in your body to give when Tsuki is grinding against your cock, so you kiss her as hard as you can. Her teeth seal your lower lip and your tongue swipes at her teeth. You use each other to silence your moans and let out all the bliss you aren't able to express.
Hums begin to increase. They transform to whines, then shrill internalized yelps. Tsuki's fingers pick up the pace until she has reached her high. They are pocketed deep inside her, touching the perfect spots and stimulating the rougher texture somewhere. You have climaxed, too. DNA evidence can be found on Tsuki's pussy lips, her hand, and the mess on both the table and floor.
It is needless to say that the two of you are exhausted after fucking like rabbits. Tsuki's bunny roleplay was serious. Even now the bunny ears headband remains on top of her pink tied-up hair. She's too exhausted to say anything, but the slight smile in her open mouth as she stares at you says everything you need to know.
"G-good bunny, Tsuki," you tell her tiredly. "Good bunny."
Tsuki smiles sweetly. "Thank you, oppa. I wish it's real the next time we do it."
"Huh?"
Suddenly, the tornado and the words return again. So does the headache and the voices. The cabin starts to be torn apart, plank by plank, as if an invisible giant were destroying it like a child to a toy they do not want to play with anymore. Red words blind your eyes before a gray whirlwind.
The panic seizes you immediately. You try to escape in time, but you can't see anything properly. The blood-scrawled words are blocking your view wherever you go. But through all that, you can spot Tsuki standing in the middle of all the mess.
No! That isn't safe for her! "Tsuki!" you shout. Not bothering to fix your appearance besides buttoning your pants, you make a run for it to rescue her. You can't afford to lose her, not again. Yout heart would break into a million pieces if she goes away a second time.
But what did she mean when she said that she wishes the next time would be real? You pause in your tracks to think it over. What if you were right in suspecting that this isn't the Billage, and Tsuki isn't really Tsuki after all?
You really should have seen that coming. It was all so obvious. Tsuki isn't going to wear that stupid Victorian porcelain doll dress, and she sure as hell isn't a fucking sex-crazy monster. You should have held yourself back from fucking her.
But, wait, if this Tsuki isn't her, then where is the real Tsuki?
You are allotted little time to think. The noise grows louder. The nails holding the wooden cabin together are flying in the air along with the planks. What's more, the odd voice chanting adds to the overstimulating mess.
WHAT A STRANGE WORLD!
The gray whirl of wind closes around you. It barely leaves you any space to move. The wind whipping and wailing fills your ears. You spread your arms to try and force the circular whirl apart, but they only close around you more defiantly.
WHAT A STRANGE WORLD!
Tsuki is standing in front of you, just a few yards away. The words and tornado prevent you from seeing her whole, but you can see very clearly that she is... glitching? Her figure is fading into a transparent shadow and is breaking out in a million colors. While her eye remains gray, the rest of her turns into colors of the rainbow, as if someone has forgotten to color her eye in. The snow piles up everywhere but near her. Why is that?
WHAT A STRANGE WORLD!
You yell her name again. "Tsuki! What's ha- are you okay?" You force your hands into the black tornado wind and reach out. She doesn't come near at all. Instead, she smiles at you. As if this were all some sort of elaborate joke she is in on. That probably explains why her hair color and clothes don't match the real Tsuki. It also confirms your theory about all this not actually being the Billage at all.
WHAT A STRANGE WORLD!
The colors have faded and Tsuki is becoming a grayscale photo. At the same time, the tornado divebombs into your being and throws you flat on the ground. The rough wood scratches your shoulders. Your shouts of fear dissolve into the wind.
WHAT A STRANGE WORLD!
What a strange world indeed.
As the world quakes and breaks and disappears all around you, you look up into the dark sky covered by gray clouds. You wonder if the real Tsuki is already there, and it's already too late. Maybe you came here for nothing. Maybe the girl you dedicated the last plenty years of your life to has already been taken away by a higher being.
"헷갈려," you whisper to yourself, eyes full of tears. "헷갈려."
Oh, what wouldn't you give just to be with her? What wouldn't you give for the tender sleep of death?
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She has already finished watching it all go down. She has to admit that she feels sorry for him, but when they were mindlessly fucking in there, she was touching herself madly. She did not expect him to be so big, nor did she ever think her best friend can look that hot.
She smiles upon the world she distorted, the places she had duplicated, and returns back to the current time, where her mission is to let Fukutomi Tsuki ride her thigh as well as the latter is in fingering her.
Tsuki is already sighing and circling herself down on her toned thigh. "That was... entertaining," she says in between pants. "You truly are something else, Kim Suyeon."
Suyeon, much more recognized by her nickname Sheon, accepts the compliment and rewards the older girl by bouncing her knee a little faster. That hot little gasp is everything she lives for. "I know. I knew the plan would work from the moment he met the SNOWY man."
The two girls glance down at the tablet fastened to the desk of the Strange Billage treehouse. The poor guy is still passed out, and the duplicate of Tsuki is gone, much to Sheon's disappointment. Seeing her best friend slash girlfriend slash fuck-buddy—or at least, the duplicate she made for the plan—act so sluttily with those bunny ears was something that granted her her first orgasm for the night.
"Kind of... f-feel bad for him, though," Tsuki says. "H-he... oh, fuck, traveled for so many years just to find me, only to meet up with some slut döppelganger you made from me."
"Don't worry too much about it. His anger will go away when he realizes he can have us both."
Tsuki settles for that. As she fingers Sheon harder and lets the girl scream into her neck, she wonders what fun the two of them and her former boyfriend will have once they escort him out of the distorted version of the Billage, and into the actual GingaMingaYo. She's excited for it, but she can't complain or explain about the fantasies running in her mind to Sheon because of the ever-so-sharp orgasm piercing her being.
Llega mi segundo aporte al reto flufftober 2021, hoy la temática son los fuegos artificiales y además tendremos la continuación de mi primer drabble que subí el 1 de octubre.
Sin ser más iniciamos!
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Ship: Fukutomi x OC femenino Dalila Kaoru
Próximo proyecto: Sensei no meeting room
Tema de hoy: Fuegos artificiales ( Prompt 4 de @flufftober2021 )
La media noche se aproximaba y con ella el ansiado espectáculo de fuegos artificiales. El mirador más accesible estaba al tope, así que las cosas se dieron para que Fukutomi y Dalila se acomodaran en un punto más alto y solitario. Allí la coronela acomodó un mantel, Juichi abrió y colocó una caja con dulces de Hakone, de igual forma puso una pequeña botella de sake junto con dos tacitas de porcelana.
Ambos estaban sentados en el césped a una distancia prudente, de forma inesperada Dalila rompió el hielo con una pregunta.
-Después de esta cita, ¿qué piensa hacer en las vacaciones de verano?-
-Tal vez nos reunamos los de la academia Hakone, queremos ir a entrenar allá, así como en nuestras mejores épocas.
- Pensé que iría con el teniente Arakita a revisar los cuarteles de otras prefecturas, igual que el año pasado- respondió la pelirroja mientras observaba el cielo despejado.
Fukutomi sacudió la cabeza para negar, tomó un dulce de la caja y se lo ofreció a su amante. Ella abrió la boca para recibirlo con cuidado, sabía a chocolate con fresas. Acto seguido Dalila le devolvió el agasajo con un dulce de manzana verde; de a poco la caja se fue desocupando. El último caramelo era más grande que los otros, Kaoru lo agarró y en vez de dárselo al joven lo puso en su boca, acercándose así, gradualmente, a su objetivo. Él volvió a ruborizarse, pero le siguió el juego así que aproximó sus labios al otro extremo.
De a pocos consumieron el dulce, sintiendo que el tiempo se ralentizaba hasta que el encuentro inevitable se dio. Él viendo tal oportunidad inició el ansiado beso y la coronela lo secundó fundiéndose en un mar de pasión con sabor a dulces cerezas.
Al estar más juntos, Juichi rodeó la angosta cintura de la mujer y ella le correspondió. Las manos de Dalila acariciaron la masculina espalda de Fukutomi cubierta por la tela vinotinto de la yukata y él sintiendo los pechos tan firmes como generosos de Dalila se entusiasmó al punto de quererlos tocar ya mismo. Sin embargo, sus planes cambiaron al escucharse el primer estallido de los luminosos juegos pirotécnicos.
Ambos se separaron lo necesario y como se planeó anteriormente dejaron todo para ver el show. Se acomodaron abrazándose por la espalda y en silencio observaron el cielo decorado. Sus manos libres se unieron con lentitud con inconsciente ternura. Las luces de colores se reflejaban en los alegres ojos azules de Dalila y en la frágil botella de sake sobre el mantel.
Más abajo se oían los aplausos y gritos de la gente, algo que afortunadamente evitaron para disfrutar a plenitud ese romántico momento. Después de unos quince minutos finalizó la exhibición, así que el mirador se fue desocupando rápidamente. Al poco tiempo los dos amantes quedaron completamente solos.
Fukutomi abrió el sake y lo sirvió en las tacitas de porcelana.
Kaoru al recibirla tuvo una idea, por lo que acercó la taza a la boca de Juichi. Él entendiendo el gesto hizo lo mismo con ella.
-¡Kanpai! - susurró con sensualidad la pelirroja mirando a los ojos del capitán.
Finalmente, ambos tomaron el primer trago de esa noche de ternura y desenfreno bajo la luz de la luna veraniega.
