naked! || kyuma x reader xo
[3.2k words.]
[Warning: Lovely smut. Public-fucking. Kyuma's so sweet. Wholesome, basic sex apart from the fact they're on opposing sides of a death game😕 Slight, slight bit of angst at the end, because...yeah.]
I wasn't too sure how I had reached this exact moment. Where the lights around me seemed to dim, with every passing minute, and with every sharp ding from the looming boards above us. As if I was already being granted death. Straight on a silver plate, gleaming with an array of not meat, but misery.
Silence coated our once enthusiastic cluster. It had seemed almost like the calm before a storm, and my pessimistic self couldn't help but wonder if our party were bound to exit this game...or not. "There's still a way.." Usagi breathed. Whether she was speaking out to a particular person, the entire group or herself I wasn't sure, but her words were slicked in a sympathetic amount of wavering hope. Her frantic gaze met Arisu's in an awkward staring contest. He swallowed, before averting his gaze all while pulling his chapped lips into a thin line. "Come on.." Her voice became drained. Battered by the lack of interaction we bestowed upon her.
Her straight posture slipped up, and her shoulders melted into a somewhat lazy position. "Arisu?" She questioned lightly. The male shrugged, and her breath caught the air as she exhaled. The deep sensation of dread within me had began to bubble down, and now I believe I had come to terms with my fate. Ever looming in both the present and future. It was bound to happen amidst these treacherous territories anyway. In a game, mixed with the members of a band - one of which, was extremely attractive - out of all likelihoods.
My simple mind flickered back to those recent memories. Kyuma Ginji, or known to the participants as the King of Clubs. Being classed as royalty was attractive enough, but the man also had his appealing nature to add to the alluring mix. He appeared to us ass-naked, and showing off every inch of his glorious body. Tanned skin, luscious and gleaming against the glistening sunlight. Flexed muscles, with every subtle movement. The way his abs were so defined, and his features were so striking. Not to mention his captivating locks - medium length, dark and draped around his neck. The urge to knit my fingers within the strands was irresistible. There was also, of course, the mere and plain fact that although he possessed such bewitching beauty, this man was also charming. Polite, well-mannered, a gentleman, undeniably good in bed...
My eyes tore themselves from the concrete I had unknowingly set them on. Instead, flicking up to meet the one's of Usagi. Her lashes fell in the form of a few blinks, before she flashed me a downcast smile. Her spirit had been dampened, as I could tell by the way she questioned aid from the others, while being demoralized. "Y/n.." She whispered. The others glanced at me - their expressions dejected.
"I'll help." I replied, and her forlorn look tilted up into a shocked, but also relieved grin. "Really?" She breathed in disbelief. I hummed, lowering my head into a nod. After all, I still had a good portion of my points, and so out of us all, I was least likely to be caught out in a battle. "Thank you, Y/n." She bowed, before twisting her energized body toward the maze of shipment containers. "I'll look for items." She explained, pausing to catch her increasing breath. Much as a result of excitement. "Would you mind finding any way to obtain points?" She questioned, eyes meeting mine for a split moment. "Any way?" I asked, wetting my lips with my tongue. I uncrossed my arms, and lifted my back into a straight, more engaged posture. "Yeah, okay. Good idea."
It had been what felt like hours. Though in reality, as I had expected, the time I had spent searching neared to about...five minutes. My thoughts continuously drifted to the bare skin and flesh of Kyuma. His pecs, his biceps, his...
My lip entered the space between my teeth, while I captured my thought process and brought it back into the game. My body reached an area, where the containers seemed to have already been searched. A blue one, darkened by use and shades of coppery rust, sat in my vision.
I was mere seconds away from entering the shadowed space, when the gorgeous, bare skinned man of my daydreams appeared from the shade. Kyuma Ginji. Fuck. My chest tightened almost instantly, and any words or breaths I could have dared let out were caught - pathetically - in the narrow of my throat. I swallowed desperately, in an attempt to clear the contracting my body was set on doing.
The man gifted a kind smile. While he walked, confidence in his painstakingly slow step. From the way his eyes turned crescent-shaped, and his lips pulled further up his face, I knew he could clearly see my prying eyes. Dragging down his physique, and landing on his cock. So obvious, between his legs. Thick, big, tanned - like the rest of his glowing frame. A shameful gulp brought words to my ears, and I cursed, tearing my gaze from his length. "There's no need for you to be nervous." He spoke, casting me a knowing glance. I could have melted. I felt so miniscule beneath his stare. It was almost arousing - being in the presence of his godly anatomy. Who am I kidding, it was arousing.
"Do you wish to battle?" He questioned, after he was met with puzzling silence. I flicked my gaze between his eyes. "Yes." The word slipped, almost without my intention. To be fair, I didn't really know why I had agreed to the offer. After all, if I screwed this our team were more than likely to be left limp and lifeless. Lost in this maze. Simple reminders to the next visitors that life was only short, and easily cut. He seemed amused by my enthusiasm to fight, even if all I had to do was set my palm on any expansion of his skin.
"Very well then." He smirked. Moving into position with so much grace, I had started to think this entire plan was fucked. Why the king? Was I fucking dumb? Stupid? My mind returned to the heated moment, when he breathed out. Setting his arms in a simple fighting stance. "Are you nervous?" He questioned, and I arched my brows. "No." I muttered, positioning myself in return. My foot slid in front of me, against the smooth, grey concrete. His smile stretched, and my chest rose. Still feeling cramped beneath the anxiety I had first felt when I set my eyes on him. "Do I make you nervous?" He repeated. His strong, deep voice circled my ears, dripping against my mind like a sweetened honey. "Stop distracting me." I spoke abruptly. His brows raised and he slipped himself closer. Strutting toward me like a cat, about to pounce on it's well-deserved prey.
"Am I not supposed to?" He questioned. "You're on the opposing team. Do you expect me to just give it to you, so easily?"
I inhaled, breathing out the air through my teeth. My arms fell to my sides, and I lifted my head. Locking my glare with his patient eyes. He was in close proximity now, and any part of my body was accessible to him. Kyuma could have easily reached out and softly flattened his palm against my arm, but no. He hesitated. Plainly standing, centimetres from my figure, and caressing my form with his teasing eyes. So near, yet so far. "Why aren't you touching me?" I whispered, brows furrowing in complex confusion. Kyuma raised his thin brows, lips rising into a taunting smile. "Touch you?" He repeated. "Do you want me to?"
I averted my gaze, searching my surroundings while I thought. "What if I do?" I smiled, and flicked my eyes to his once more. A slight sense of shock tainted his face, but really, his features seemed to light up at the straightforward reply. "You're a nice guy.." I started. My mind was brought back to Usagi's pleading stare. Her yearn for survival. It was us who deserved to win, however much it appeared as selfish. These were people who had the choice, surely. They wanted to be royalty. Citizens of this land. It was in no way my fault, nor Usagi's. I was going to get this information from him, and the points of course. For her, for me, for us.
"Do you mind doing a deal with me?" I asked, feigning innocence through both my eyes and misleading smile. His gaze narrowed, just slightly, before he tilted his head - letting his stygian hair brush his well-built shoulder. "Interesting." His lowered face morphed into a smirk. "What might this deal be?" He asked, even when he was smart enough to know the answer.
"I'll let you fuck me." I said sincerely, watching the tint in his eyes switch. His modest smile slipped to an unchaste smirk. "In exchange for both points and information." I finished. Hope flushed my features while he paused. Tilting his chin up to the sky, as his palm landed on his hip. He intentionally dragged out his reply, puffing air from his parted lips. Glistening with saliva. "That was unexpected from you." He returned, twisting his jaw and linking his stare with mine. "But?" I cut. "Deal." He whispered, softly bringing his arm to his front. His fingers were splayed, and waiting patiently for the warmth of my palm. I smiled in satisfaction, proudly lacing my fingers through his. Squeezing his skin, and shaking his calloused hand.
The subtle chime sounded, and the board displayed the shameful point extraction. I, however, didn't dare shy away from the man's gaze. Too wrapped up in his bare beauty. I had the very clear option of removing myself - unambiguously stealing his points, and leaving the king in the dirt - but I didn't. Lust had completely bulldozed my common sense, and his body - flush against mine - was all I ached for.
My hands buried themselves in his silky locks, while his palms found my desperate waist. He brought me against his pelvis, before dragging his fingers up my back and bringing them to rest on my heated cheeks. Kyuma never paused for a second too long, delicately pressing his smooth lips to mine. The act of lust turned ruthless, as if the desire was only just setting in. I gasped and my fingers folded through his hair. Clutching at the strands, where his tips were dampened by sweat. I could feel him. His muscles tensing, his heartbeat pulsing...His cock, growing harder by the second, and straining between the thin space of my stomach and his abdomen.
Kyuma pulled away, taking a finger and softly sweeping any loose hair behind my ear. His head drifted to my jaw, and his breath pricked against the sensitive skin - sending shivers across my spine. "I'm surely making you nervous now." He whispered rhetorically. A smile formed against the skin of my neck, and I forced the build-up of saliva down my throat.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" He questioned. His thumbs found my sides, and as his hands cupped my hips, they drew circles across the skin. I held my breath at the close proximity. How he continued rubbing the flesh, while trailing his soft fingers to my inner thighs. "If you wish for me to stop, do say so." Kyuma whispered, and when he earned a faint whimper, he moved on. His index finger - long and slim - trawled between the folds of my aching pussy. Still clothed, and begging for his bare cock. He then gripped my thigh with his hands, holding me up against his chest, and taking me cautiously toward the container. I was dropped, and my back met with the cool surface. The gentle cold only greeted me for a second before I was being handled once more. By strong, caring hands. Large and veiny. His long fingers wrapped across the skin of my thigh, and I was brought towards his pelvis, where my longing legs curved around the sides of his waist.
Kyuma's hard cock pressed against my abdomen. Pulsing on my skin, and leaking with pure arousal. Pre-cum dribbled from his sensitive tip, and landed against the flesh. Painting me with his lewd pleasure. I tempted the thought before grinding down on his girthy length. Giving his patience a hard time, as I rolled. Bucking softly across him and smiling in bliss at the cute twitches his cock granted me. The strands of his hair were now slick with sweat, and they dangled across his eyes like darkened curtains. Shielding the thirst in his sensual glare.
"Is there a way out of this place?" I asked between strangled breaths. Pushing my dripping core against his cock. He exhaled lowly, tossing his head back and clearing his vision. His head fell back. "Perhaps." He grunted lightly. I swallowed dryly, lowering my hands to tug on my clothes. Kyuma assisted, as the gentleman he was - lifting my t-shirt over my raised arms, and guiding my hands down my calves as the material was stripped from my skin. I was now bare, pressed against his golden skin. Gleaming brightly in the blinding sun. "Tell me." I commanded, throat swelling as his cock pulsed on my clit. Bringing me almost to a moaning mess. I was already leaking on this man's dick, and he was so composed. Back straight and muscles flexed with every movement he took. His hand dropped to stroke at his base. I bit my lip, and resorted to watching. Following his fingers as they folded around his shaft and positioned his swollen tip at my entrance. The head slipped between my folds and I whimpered impatiently, brazenly throwing my head back against the metal behind me. Kyuma slid himself inside, stretching my walls with his thick girth. His cock filled me so well, gifting me both the pleasure, and the soft twang of pain that came with his length.
His hips moved forward, after allowing me to adjust, and his dick slid further, gracing my walls with it's smooth movements. "You're wise. Do you not already know?" He grunted. "I want to hear it from you.." I stated, letting my hands find his shoulders. I stabilised myself as he pushed into me. Rutting and bucking. Filling me to the brim with each thrust. Sweat glimmered across his perfect complexion, and my eyes scanned his focused features. Taken by concentration as he fucked into me. Our hips connected with each jolt of his lower body, and his cock was beginning to bury deeper. "You're correct." He breathed. "Whatever you believe you must do."
"Complete all the games.." I murmured, before tensing at the way my words became caught in my throat. I moaned lightly, and his bliss-taken face was enough to tell me he was enjoying the show. "Yeah.." He whispered, too caught up in the way he stroked my insides, catching my spot with his tip. "Fuck.." I cursed, moans muffled by my lips. "Don't stop.."
"Oh, I'd be ignorant if I did." The man replied, head dropping near my neck and shoulder. "You look so irresistible when I'm inside you.." Kyuma whispered, hair tickling my cheek while I gasped. My eyes flickered, and the pleasure was starting to rush through me, in waves of electric ecstasy. Shooting into my stomach, and twisting a knot against my organs. I was so close, and the deep breaths against my ear were orgasm-inducing. Just as much as his cock was, sinking into me repeatedly. He groaned, and the sound reached my head instantly. The pleasing sound went straight to my aching pussy, and I cried out. Feeling overwhelmed in the presence of this gorgeous man. In this dirty, lustful, sexual act, where he fucked me shamelessly in the middle of nowhere. Against nothing but a shipment container, and with every ram the metal shook.
"Just like that." Kyuma whispered. His voice low and appreciative. "You take me so well.."
"Kyuma, please!" I moaned, almost whining under the sensation of my oncoming high. My stomach tensed and I unintentionally clenched around his pulsing cock. He grunted, plunging deeper as I started to string out my pleasure in the form of high-pitched moans. "Ssh, just a little longer, love." He spoke calmly, still mindful of our location. "Good girl." He praised when I complied his gentle words, and held back the rushing moans that attacked the small of my throat. I hummed in bliss. Closing my lashes at both the name and the undoing thrust of his dick. The hum dragged out while I came on his cock. Dropping myself against his balls in desperation as I released and milked the remnants of my pleasure.
Kyuma let slip a delightful groan. His hair fell, once more, across his eyes, and his lips were forced together. I could see the veins in his neck flex, and the expanse of his skin flinch with how hard he had been focusing. His cock slid in and out of me, bringing waves upon waves of gratification. Until he snapped. He released a soft, extended groan, which melted against my ears, and with that his cock twitched and spilling inside of me. My insides were undeniably painted white with his warm arousal, and even when his flaccid cock was removed from my soaked entrance, the cum slipped like pure slick down my thighs.
The man swallowed, catching back his lost breath. Spent on fucking me useless. His glistening chest, and pecs heaved from the lack of oxygen. I followed his actions, slicking back the loose strands of wet hair, that blurred my already foggy vision. "I'm sorry." I blurted, back flushed against the container while I rested. "There's no need to apologize." Kyuma smiled. His features warm and not in the slightest condescending. He granted me his soft eyes, which I frowned at. Sympathy lined my tight lips. "You only wished to survive." He continued, dragging his hot palm against my neck. It landed on my damp cheek, where his thumb rubbed the skin of my face. "It's admirable of you." He praised before taking in my constant expression. Like a guilty picture, plastered to my phony smile. "You earned it, didn't you?" He asked and my lips twitched. "I want you to live." He brought our faces closer, and whispered. "I liked you, you know." I looked off, speaking between harsh breaths. "It wasn't...it wasn't just me wanting information.."
"I figured." He released a breathless laugh at my confession. I smiled, and cast my eyes to the concrete floor. Kyuma gently set his thumb on my chin, lifting my head up with his forefinger. "If only we had somehow met in a different life."
I hummed, getting cut off by an update on the time our both teams had remaining. Kyuma raised his head to the side, showcasing his sharp jawline. He sighed softly. "You best meet with your teammates." He spoke, looking back to meet my firm nod. "When you are given the chance, choose to leave this world." He instructed, loosening his grip on my cheek, and slipping his warm touch from my skin. "Thank you, Kyuma." I smiled, stepping from his body, and casting his godly form one last glance. He dropped his head, smiling at my mannered response.
