“Stop squirmin’.” Mammon’s hand came down hard on your ass and you squealed, falling forward into the cupboards in front of you. You’d tried to explain that Mephisto hadn’t been flirting with you. Your hair had gotten caught in your necklace and he was helping you untangle it. But when Mammon came around the corner, spotting his friend with his hands tangled in his girl's hair around her neck his possessiveness flared. The minute you walked away Mammon sidelined you, forcing you into the small custodial closet, growling about "how dare he touch what's mine".
He was being stupid. He knew that, somewhere behind the anger, but that didn't deter him as he bent you further over the overturned mop bucket, pushing your skirt up and your underwear down.
Your breath was already coming heavily as you listened to the sounds of his belt coming undone and the zipper of his pants coming down. You jumped when suddenly his fingers were between your legs, probing your opening and sliding inside to stretch you. They were wet. He must have sucked on them first. His other hand slid into your shirt and pushed your bra up to palm your breasts, his rings tap-tapping your nipple as he rubbed his hand across it. "Such a good girl," Mammon purred in your ear as you started to drip down his hand. "Gonna be good and make it up to me yeah?" He was teasing now, but even if he wasn't you probably still would have whimpered "mm-hm" and pressed your hands by your head on the cupboard you were leaning against. "Such a good girl," he hissed, his fingers slipping out of your cunt, quickly replaced with the girth of his cock. "Always so good when ya wanna be fucked."
Of the many things that had surprised you about Mammon, perhaps one of the biggest had been his penis. Not just the size, but the rather generous piercings adorning it. Not only did he have top and bottom ladders along the shaft, he also had an apadravya piercing through the head. All gold, of course. You felt every one as he slowly filled you, your mouth falling open as your eyes scrunched shut.
Mammon's pace was nearly lethargic. He let the curve of his cock ribbed by metal do the work of relentlessly stimulating the spots that had you whining and clenching around him. But you tried to fight the desire to mindlessly let go, a feat considering he had both hands on your breasts and knew just how to angle his hips to hit inside you just right. Your whimpers and uttered curses filled the air and he reached up to shove his fingers in your mouth, pleased when you drooled over the long digits.
"Aaw are ya trying to hold back, Precious?' His other hand slid down your belly before his fingers found your clit, circling it with feathery strokes. "Don't."
Your sob was muffled around his hand and he pressed your tongue down, fingers pushing deeper in your mouth. Tears filled your eyes. You were shaking, your legs threatening to give out.
"Nobody else could make ya feel this good could they?" Mammon growled. He freed your tongue, reaching down to dig his nails into your hip.
"No...nobody could...could ever...fuck I'm so close!" You cried out, your body stiffening as the tightly wound band snapped. Your orgasm pulsed from your toes to your scalp, Mammon's hold on your hips the only thing keeping you from collapsing. You were only vaguely aware of his praise before he was snapping his hips hard, giving in to the seizing of your cunt and filling you with his cum.
He fixed your clothes before fixing his own. You were trying to catch your breath, eyes closed when he started typing on his D.D.D. "What are you doing?" you asked breathlessly. You were so late for class. You were gonna get a lecture, you could feel it.
"Telling Lucifer ya don't feel good so I've gotta take ya home." Mammon said with a smirk. You snorted and turned, reaching up to ruffle his hair.
"Very clever, Great One." you teased. "But you know, this sudden illness has just left me so weak, I don't think I can walk." You fluttered your eyelashes. Mammon scowled, but still opened the door and peeked out before sweeping you into his arms with a sigh.
"Think I'm some sorta pack mule?" he grumbled.
"I think I can barely walk and it's your fault." you replied softly, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. There was a definite reddening around his ears. "How about you pick us up some lunch on the way home?" He growled.
"Don't push it."
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Mother's Day for Ruggie! feat. Val[OC], Leona, and Jack
Rating: E for Everyone
Warnings: None
Word Count: 921
Notes: Did I take my own idea, run with it, and schedule it for Mother's Day? Maybe, you can't prove anything.
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Ruggie heaved a sigh as he paused in the middle of the bridge spanning Savanaclaw. Usually Sundays were for sleeping in, but with the interscholastic Spelldrive tournament coming up every day meant rigorous practice. He was up before the sun, cleaning up the dorm commons areas before going to Leona’s room and stirring the ever ungrateful lion. He’d dragged Leona out of bed and forced him to the couch, lecturing his senior on how important practice was while brushing and braiding the thick dark hair before twisting it into a high ponytail. Then it was a dash to the kitchen to get breakfast made. On the way back to Leona’s room he crossed Jack, who had popped a seam on his jersey. Ruggie told him to hang tight and, leaving Leona with the lingering threat of dousing him with cold water if he fell back asleep as he hastily dropped the tray of food on the table, hurried back to his own room to retrieve his sewing kit. Jack’s shirt expertly repaired, he dashed back across the dorm to change his clothes, stopping for a moment on the bridge to critically eye a splintered board. He sighed, thinking about how he’d have to arrange for it to be replaced, when a ruckus from behind caught his attention.
“Ruggieee!” It was Val, darting down the hall and leaping onto the bridge, making it bounce as she positively sprinted towards him. He grunted, grabbing the rope to keep his balance. She’d caught him off guard with the jump. Her arms were bursting with various packages and bags and before he could ask what was up she’d stopped, slightly out of breath. Her wide eyes glittered in the early morning light. “Happy Mother’s Day, G!”
“Happy…what?!” His brow furrowed and his ears flicked back in confusion, but Val was already shoving things into his hands and he squawked in surprise. She was talking a mile a minute and he could barely keep up.
“Trey made the donuts, Cater got the dried salted plums, the apples are from Epel, Ace and Deuce picked out the shirt and pants, yes they fought about it, the gift receipt is in the pocket if they don’t fit -“
“Oh, is that today?” Jack’s head poked out of his room and Val huffed in his direction, whining ‘Jack!’ in an exasperated tone. Jack shrugged and disappeared, reappearing a moment later and tossing something across the open area. Val snagged it, as she now had one free hand, and glanced at it approvingly before shoving it too on Ruggie’s pile. It was a small hyena pendant carved out of a dark marbled stone, threaded on several looping strands of leather.
“What’s all the noise for?” Leona came swaggering down the other side of the bridge, yawning widely. Val bristled in his direction, glaring and hissing a low ‘Leonaaa…” Leona looked from her to Ruggie, who was still swimming in confusion, and flicked his arm offhandedly. “Oh, that, huh.”
That’s when Ruggie noticed Leona was tossing a fist sized velvet sack in his hand. With the air of someone offloading an unwanted gift, Leona dropped the sack on top of the other packages. “Here,” Leona said with all his usual lazy disinterest. “I got too many shiny little trinkets cluttering up my desk.”
Ruggie’s tongue felt too big. From the sudden weight of the sack he knew they weren’t just ‘little trinkets’. What Leona had given him would probably be sold on the next trip home for enough to keep his grandma and the neighborhood kids well fed for half a year. Before he could utter out a thank you Leona was ruffling his hair and pinching his ear for good measure. “Also told Sam that whatever you got for the next week was on me.”
Ruggie made a sound like he’d been punched and Val laughed. “Well, that’s hard to beat!” she said, shoving several more brightly wrapped boxes into his full arms. “There’s cards attached to everything, you’ll figure out what’s from who.” There was only one thing left in her hands: a crown woven from white and yellow flowers of various sizes with shapely green leaves. Ruggie looked from her to Jack, who was leaning in his doorway, to Leona, and back to Val.
“I’m…I don’t understand.”
“Well seeing as how you’re just about single-handedly responsible for keeping like, at least 40% of the school population alive and well, we thought we should show you our appreciation.” Val, reached out, carefully maneuvering the flower crown around his ears and letting it rest on his head. “Let’s face it, you’re the closest thing to a parent this school has on hand.”
“I don’t see it, personally.” Leona added with a smirk.
“That’s a nice ponytail there Leona, do that yourself?” Val teased. Leona growled and she shrugged, lifting her hands and looking around innocently.
“Hurry up and go get changed,” Leona said suddenly to Ruggie. “You wanna be practicing in the middle of the day? Move it.”
Ruggie bustled off, barely managing to open the bedroom door and trying his best to gently deposit the pile on his bed. He looked down at the glittering hoard before catching sight of his reflection in the mirror. He slowly lifted the crown off his head, taking care not to crush any of the flowers. He didn’t want it to get ruined during practice.
“Mother’s Day,” he snorted, shaking his head in disbelief. But the smile on his face was radiant. “How ridiculous.”
I stood there panting, trying to catch my breath after racing through the massive venue to this small, lost-in-the-dark apartment set far outside of the event boundaries. The fading sunlight filtering through the skylights made his golden hair glow. The glow warped and grew as tears welled in my eyes and spilled down my cheeks.
Kiro. He’d been gone for so long.
How long had it been?
“Kiro!” My purse fell to the floor as I sprang forward, sobbing as he caught me in his arms. He was laughing, probably teasing me for being so dramatic but I didn’t care. He kissed me, unbothered by the taste of salt on my lips. My fingers caught in his hair and I pulled myself flush against him. I didn’t care that the door was open. I didn’t care if anyone else managed to get lost and wander into this forgotten place. The desperate need to be together drove any thoughts outside of Kiro’s hands on me out of my mind. My gown hit the floor and then his hands were on my breasts, thumbs rolling over my nipples until they stiffened enough for him to pinch them between his calloused fingers.
I took his face in my hands, blinking away tears to get a clearer look. He looked thinner. Tired. But even with the dark circles under them his blue eyes were as bright as ever. Perfect as always. His hands skimmed down my back, pausing to squeeze my ass appreciatively before sliding beneath the elastic to push the pale cotton down my legs. Suddenly he grabbed the backs of my knees and pulled, catching me before I hit the ground to lay me down on the floor. My shriek of surprise made him laugh, his chest vibrating against mine as he moved over me, catching my lips in another heated kiss. I slipped my hands under the worn cotton of his shirt, tickling his ribs vengefully and making him gasp and squirm. When he opened his mouth to scold me I yanked the fabric upward, muffling his words and giggling as he struggled to pull his head free. The word “brat” was particularly easy to pick out.
He sat up to pull his shirt free and my hands went to his pants, tugging impatiently at his belt. Finally free, cheeks flushed, he leaned on one hand and brought the other to my mouth as I continued to work on his jeans. I sucked two long fingers in my mouth, my tongue sliding up and around and between the digits before he pulled them away. A moment later they were between my legs, brushing my clit before sliding down to gently push inside me just as I freed his cock. With a whimper I wrapped my hand around it, stroking it softly as his fingers worked me open. He watched the way my eyelids fluttered and I bit my lip, felt the way my walls pulsed around his fingers until I was so wet they glided easily. His hand pressed against the small of my back and lifted my hips higher and I let go of his cock, grabbing onto his arms. The spongy head hit my opening but before it could sink inside he tilted his hips, the shaft dragging between my lips, the underside rubbing back and forth over my clit as he coated it with my slick.
Until then the only sounds had been our ragged breathing but now I cursed, my head hitting the floor as I arched my back. Kiro relented with a soft laugh and then he was sinking inside me, groaning at the way my pussy spasmed and clung to his cock, trying to draw him in and keep him there. His chest against mine, his hand wrapped around the back of my neck to hold me in place, he made it known how much our separation had cost him as he fucked me roughly against the carpet.
“I missed you,” I breathed, wishing I had left his shirt alone as my nails dug into his back. I wanted something I could grip, something to bite as tears filled my eyes again.
“I love you.” he replied, his lips against mine.
“I love you too.” I sobbed, overcome with each kiss. “I love you so much, Kiro.” I wrapped my legs around his waist and buried my fingers in his hair. The red of the rapidly sinking sun blazed through the windows, glittering and blinding me through my tears as I wrapped myself tightly around him. He had to be wound tight, like a coil about to snap. Of the two of us his libido had always outpaced mine. “Come for me, Kiro, please.” He hissed against my skin, his teeth leaving marks in my throat. He was close. I lifted my legs high, my knees catching on his shoulders. He always got off so fast in this position, hitting so deep in my pussy I could feel it with my hand. The way his breath caught made my stomach clench. He shuddered, his thrusts hard and deep before he froze. I soothed the tremors that came after, rubbing his back and smoothing his hair.
Letting my legs down I stretched, tugging his hair softly and kissing the top of his head. “Let’s go home.”
“What are you talking about?” Kiro let his weight fall on me, smiling at my dramatics as I declared him to be a million pounds and that I was being crushed. He pressed his face into my neck, squeezing me tightly in his arms. “You are home.”
*I know this is all done in the name of Kinktober fun but please understand that fanfiction is not a guide to sex and you should not attempt choking without a proper understanding of what the hell you’re doing*
Rating: 18+, Explicit
Summary: Partway through his album release tour, Kiro convinces MC (Emme) to sneak away from Savin’s watchful eye for a night out with every intention of getting very personal with his favorite producer.
“Miss Chips, do you wanna go out with me tonight?”
We were halfway through Kiro’s album release tour and I looked up into those bright blue eyes, marveling that he had the energy to even consider going anywhere after tonight’s concert.
I glanced over his shoulder to where Savin was on the phone, looking peeved. “Is it okay with Savin?” Kiro scoffed and scooted closer.
“Savin would kill me, but it’s not hard to give him the slip.”
“You are an absolutely terrible influence, Kiro!” I whispered, pushing on his shoulder.
“That’s not a no~” he sang softly, grin growing wider.
Eyes still on Savin I nodded. “But if we get caught I’m blaming you!” His eyes sparkled.
“Just leave everything to me!”
Of course I didn’t realize that everything meant my outfit, too.
Kiro knocked on my hotel room door just before midnight, a bag in his hand. His own outfit was nearly mundane: black pants, black tank top, black boots. A black cap hid his golden hair and the fur lining on the hood of his oversized white coat hid his face.
“Tut tut, Miss Chips,” he said while looking me over. “This won’t do.”
“It won’t?” I looked down at myself. Dark jeans and a white tank top, my hair pulled back in a low ponytail.
“Not where we’re going.” He smirked and held the bag out. “Go put this on.”
In the bathroom, my face felt ready to burst in to flames. “Kiro! I can’t wear this in public!” The dress that I had squeezed into was tight and tiny. Black and strapless, the fabric shimmered as the light bounced off every curve of my chest and hips. “Good lord, if I bend over my butt’s gonna fall out!”
“C’mon Emme~” Kiro teased from the other side of the door. “You don’t wanna stick out like a sore thumb!”
Heart pounding, I pulled out the shoes. They were tall black suede boots with a stiletto heel and corseted back that went over my knee. Under the shoes was a cropped black leather jacket. It felt luxurious, soft and buttery with a gold crushed velvet lining.
“Aren’t you ready yet?”
“A-almost!” I was nervous but as I looked at myself in the mirror I had to admit that I looked hot. Just thinking of the fact that this is how Kiro wanted to see me sent my heart racing. I grabbed my cosmetic case, hastily swiping on some shimmery eye shadow and double layers of mascara before sweeping gloss across my lips.
“How do I look?” I stepped out of the bathroom hesitantly, fingers twisting in front of my chest. Kiro whistled, slipping something in his pocket as he came to stand in front of me. Tapping his chin, he tilted his head back and forth before reaching around me. He was gentle as he pulled the elastic from my hair, sweeping it over one shoulder before tousling my roots with his fingers and stepping back, smiling at his work.
“Better?” I asked with a nervous laugh. He smelled so good and it was filling my senses.
“Hmm, still missing something...” he mumbled before snapping his fingers. “I got it!”
There was a leather collar buckled around his neck and my eyes widened as I watched him take it off. Then he was wrapping it around mine, his fingers hot as they caressed my skin while buckling it. It was warm and somewhat heavy and stirred something hot and anxious under my skin.
“Perfect!” His bright eyes never once betrayed the dark desire simmering under the surface.
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I was agog as Kiro led me through the second set of double doors into the nightclub. Massive crystals hung in a spiral from the center of the ceiling, ringed by heavy lights that flashed neon colors. Low fog obscured the floor and the electronic music was deafening. Kiro was delighted, his smile radiant as he pulled me into the mass of pulsing bodies.
His exuberance was intoxicating and I let myself go, dancing with him with wild abandon. After a while, I had no idea of how much time had passed, another woman sidled up, trying to entice him to dance with her and he looped his arm around my waist, pulling me up close like a shield. I laughed, reaching under his hood to tease the feathery tips of his hair that peeked from under the cap. I was just trying to create an image of intimacy to move her along, but one look at his eyes had my heart stuttering in my chest.
There was nothing fake about the desire in his gaze. The growing crescendo of the music matched the one in my chest as he leaned in, pausing for just a moment before brushing his lips against mine. Hesitant, each brush of his lips grew more confident until he crushed me against him, tongue pushing between my lips hungrily. His hands on my hips held me steady as his knee parted my legs and I molded myself against him. Invisible in the throng of people I shamelessly ground down on his thigh, slanting my head to kiss him deeper.
I hadn’t noticed that his hand was moving until it reached my throat. He traced along the edge of collar and pulled away. The smirk on his face seemed so foreign, so dark, as he looked at my neck while fingering the supple leather. His eyes met mine and even though I couldn’t hear it I could easily read the word on his lips.
Mine.
My knees felt weak. Holding my hand tightly he turned and pulled me through the crowd. Clearly he knew exactly where he wanted to go. We broke through in a dark corner, the outline of a door barely visible against the wall.
Stepping through it I blinked rapidly. It was a bathroom, a row of stalls along the adjacent wall. The light wasn’t very bright, but after being on the darkened dance floor so long it felt blinding. The music was buffered in here but still loud enough to cover most noises. Kiro rounded on me. His kiss was voracious and his hands were on my ass, squeezing firmly before letting his fingers tease between my legs. The crotch of my underwear was wet and I felt his smile against my lips.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
I turned to mush. I’d never heard his voice so low and raw and needy. I’d never heard him say ‘fuck’, and I certainly never would have guessed that I would be hearing it in a situation like this!
“Please.” I managed to whimper.
He backed me into the closest stall and in my desperation to kiss him again I knocked back his hood and cap, my fingers curling in his damp hair. He yanked the dress up my waist and growled with frustration at my interfering underwear before ripping the lace on one side to leave the ruined fabric wrapped around the other thigh.
I could only watch like a gaping fool as he unzipped his pants. His cock sprang free and I bit my lip hard enough to taste copper. I needed him inside me and I whined, telling him so. He fished in his coat pocket and produced a condom, something he had clearly thought to bring from the start.
Then he was hiking me up and I reached over my head to grab the top of the stall wall. Both of us were looking at where he filled me, stretching me slowly. I didn’t have even a moment to breathe before he was snapping his hips, fucking me hard against the wall.
“Christ, Kiro!” It slipped out involuntarily and I gasped, my wide eyes expressing my remorse. But he just smiled, shifting one knee over his elbow and sliding the other hand back around my neck. His grip was light, palm resting over the collar with his long fingers touching under my ears.
“Nobody here cares. Scream all you want.”
And he made it his mission to make me scream. A string of alternating praises and curses interspaced with his name left me. I clumsily groped at his hand on my neck. “Harder!” He obliged, fingers squeezing as he kissed me. I managed to brace my foot against the toilet, giving me leverage to meet his thrusts. I gasped, my head swimming, feeling the band stretching tight inside me.
Kiro was feeling it too, chasing his orgasm with wild thrusts. “I’m so close.” His whines were reaching a higher pitch and he abruptly let go of my neck, both hands holding my hips. The wet sounds of colliding flesh made my head spin almost as much as the rush of oxygen I sucked in while gasping. My thighs were trembling and I didn’t think my grip on the wall would hold much longer.
“F-fuck, me too.” The electric rush up my spine tingled through my scalp like fingers. “Ah, shit, Kiro, Kiro~!” I came hard and fast, arching towards him. My fingers spasmed and I was barely able to keep my grip as my orgasm swept through me.
“So tight.” I barely heard the breathless exclamation before he thrust to the hilt, panting. I could feel his cock twitching as he filled the condom. He fell against me, pinning me as we caught our breath. When he finally put me down he straightened with a soft whoosh of air, stretching and running his fingers through his tousled hair before stripping the condom off and adjusting his clothes.
“Normally I would require dinner before having the sense fucked out of me.” I mused out loud, scowling as I fiddled with the torn edges of my underwear. The fabric was fairly stretchy and I managed to tie it into a strained knot. It was a bit uncomfortable but would do until we got back to the hotel. Looking into Kiro’s bright eyes I smiled. “But in your case I’ll make an exception. I’m hungry.”
That made him laugh and he kissed me softly before mumbling “I think I can do that” against my lips. Leaving his cap on the ground he pulled his hood back up, taking my hand and leading me outside. The cold air burned in my lungs but cleared my head.
“What’s so funny?” he asked. Entwining our fingers he lifted his arm over my head and around my shoulders, holding me close to his side as I laughed.
“I’m just realizing that you, sir, are much more trouble than I thought!”
The headlights of a passing car cast a golden glow over us, reflecting briefly in his eyes as he looked down at me. He tweaked my nose and kissed the top of my head.
Summary: MC (Emme) finds every part of mysterious former agent Vanderwood attractive. But there’s just something about those gloved hands that really drives her wild.
Warnings: Oral/vaginal fingering;
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It started when Vanderwood stepped outside, needing a break from the festivities. The RFA was celebrating the successful end of one of Zen’s shows and as an honorary member, Vanderwood had been forced to attend by Saeyoung.
Forced was maybe a little strong. Vanderwood still felt odd around the group although he tried not to let it show. There was solidarity in silence with Jumin, and Jaehee was always quick to distract Saeyoung when he started getting too exuberant but...
“They’re quite the party animals, aren’t they?” Emme sat next to him on the front steps and plucked the pack of cigarettes he had just pulled from his coat pocket out of his hand. “You should really quit, ya know.” He half-heartedly tried to grab them back but was disarmed by her smile as she held them further out of reach.
“C’mon now, I need it with all the stress you lot put me through.”
“Doubt, Madam.” she teased. He groaned and leaned on his elbows, covering his face. She laughed and patted him on the back. “Oh you know I don’t mean it!”
“Never going to escape that, am I?”
She scooted closer, leaning in conspiratorially like she had a secret to share. “I’ll make you a deal.” He leaned in as well, if only to play along.
“Oh? What would that be?”
Her eyes sparkled. “I’ll stop calling you Madam iiif you kiss me.”
Vanderwood froze, acutely aware of the blush that bloomed across his face, thankful it was dark out. “W-what?!”
“C’mon, Vandy, how many more hints can I throw at you? All the touching, the teasing, the attempts to force you to take better care of yourself.” She was so close, her nose almost touching his with a wide grin. “I don’t tell you what a pretty face you have just because it’s fun.”
He had, indeed, chosen to believe she only did it because it was fun.
“So are you gonna kiss me or not, Mad-”
He did. And that was how, ten minutes later, he found himself in the back seat of Emme’s car at the end of the long driveway. It was cramped but he didn’t mind. She was lying beneath him on the seat, her fingers twisted in his hair as he kissed down her neck. She pushed his coat down his arms and onto the floor before twisting against the seat to pull her sweater over her head. Her nipples were already pebbled thanks to the cool autumn temperatures. Vanderwood groaned, gloved hands covering bare breasts as she wiggled her jeans and underwear down over her hips.
The gloves weren’t a necessity, like they had been before. Saeyoung’s work was flawless; Vanderwood wasn’t trapped in the life of an agent anymore. He no longer had to be alert not to leave any traces of himself behind. But they still brought him peace of mind so while not necessary, they were comforting.
“Wait!” He had lifted one hand to his mouth, a leather fingertip clenched between his teeth. A flash of white as she nibbled her bottom lip. “Will...will you leave them on?” He could barely hear her with the way her hand pressed over her mouth, her eyes suddenly very interested in the back of the passenger seat.
Now it was his turn to grin. “You want me to leave the gloves on?”
A high squeal from the back of her throat. “Y-yes.”
He smoothed his palm back over her breast, only a little sad that he couldn’t feel it against his bare skin. She mewled, arching into the touch. He kneaded the soft globe, rolling her nipple between his fingers before repeating the motion on the other breast. Her chest heaved as she panted, both hands now pressing hard against the door.
“Is this what you wanted?” She was so cute, squirming and flustered as his fingers dragged up her neck to her jaw. He dipped two fingers into her open mouth, swallowing hard when her tongue poked between them to lick along the long digits.
The smell and taste of leather was near overwhelming in Emme’s highly aroused state. God, she’d wanted this for so long. Wanted him for so long. She closed her mouth around his fingers and sucked, laving the covered digits with her tongue. She bucked her hips against him, rubbing her thighs to try and gain some much needed friction. She wondered how wet she was, if she was dripping on the seat. It only made her buck harder.
She brushed his straining erection and Vanderwood groaned. She was trying so hard to rub her legs together but they were trapped in the confines of her jeans. He pressed his fingers deeper in her mouth and his smile grew darker at the garbled way she moaned. “Do you want me to touch you, kitten?”
She wasn’t expecting that. The pet name, that is. She nodded furiously, her ‘yes’ unintelligible. His tongue replaced his fingers in her mouth as the long digits plunged between her folds, making an audible sound. She sobbed in his mouth, fingers back in his hair as he rubbed her clit before pushing easily inside her.
“You must be so wet.” he purred, nipping at the shell of her ear.
“So wet for you, Vanderwood, fuck!” She was trying to meet the motion of his fingers. Her hand groped blindly for his waist, pushing into his jeans to palm his cock. “Want you to fuck me, Vanderwood.”
He shuddered as she stroked him, adjusting his hand to thumb her clit while fingering her. “Later, sweetheart.” He bit her neck, sucking hard and she cried out. “Let me take care of you.”
Her nails scratched over his torso and around his back, scratching down his spine. Her other hand still in his hair she pulled him back to kiss her, rough and desperate, all teeth and tongue.
Back bowed, legs trembling, she simultaneously wanted to pull him closer and push him away. “Shit, I...fucking hell, Vanderwood!” She was babbling, trying so hard to stay present when the wave of her orgasm was threatening to sweep her away.
“I’ve got you, it’s okay.” he murmured. She pressed her face into his neck, moaning long and low as she came, hips jerking against his hand. He kept rubbing her through it, only stopping when she cried that it was too much.
After that was some odd maneuvering. He sat up, lifting her legs over his lap and discarding his gloves on the floor, careful not to drop them on his coat. Emme redressed, struggling upright and combing her fingers through her mussed hair before grabbing his face and kissing him hard. She stuck her hand between his legs, cupping his still-present erection and growled “Can I take you home now?”
“Kind of rude to leave the party early, isn’t it?” But he was already leaning in the kiss her again, his tongue sweeping through her mouth.
“Zen’ll understand.”
-
Back inside the house, a half drunk Zen fumbled to pull his phone out of his pocket at the message tone.
[Emme] Leaving. Love you. Proud of you loser.
[Zen] Rude.
[Zen] You seen Vandy? Saeyoung has been looking for him.
Kinktober Day 2 - (Semi)Public [Ikevamp] Arthur x OC
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
Kinktober prompts from @alloveroliver
Rating: 18+, Explicit
Summary: Kat spends the evening at the pub with Arthur. Confronting a love rival stirs up some intense feelings.
Warnings: Semi-public sex; Unprotected intercourse (it’s my main kink I don’t even feel bad about it anymore);
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
When Arthur went to the pub it was usually with Theo. Kat took that time to enjoy other activities with either her friends from town or the other residents of the manor. But she had been acting as his assistant all day and Theo was still gone with Vincent, so she gladly accepted when he invited her.
It started with innocent fun; drinking and playing cards (Arthur won most hands but she still managed to pull off a couple of surprise wins). Feeling pleasantly buzzed she scooted her chair closer and started rubbing his leg, her hand brushing closer to his crotch with every pass.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, luv.” he murmured. His lips brushing the shell of her ear made her shiver. She turned her head, brushing his lips with her own.
“But that’s what makes it so exciting, Sir Doyle.” He was captivated by the desire in her heavy-lidded deep blue eyes but before he could begin to retaliate she sprang from her seat and rushed off to the ladies room, shooting a teasing grin over her shoulder. His huff bordered on a growl. A minute later there was a giggle and flurry of skirts, a pretty young thing having draped herself over his lap.
“Oh?” He blinked, startled as he looked down on a face he’d never seen before. “And who might you be?”
“Name’s Isabelle.” She plucked the drink from his hand and set it on the table. “And I’ve been told that if a girl wants to have the best night of her life then she needs to find you, Arthur.” She wiggled her bottom against him and giggled again. “It seems to me that you’re just ripe for a night of merry making!”
He carefully reached for the hand wrapped around his neck, prying the slender fingers loose and holding them gingerly. “Unfortunately, my dear-”
“He’s already being entertained.”
Kat suddenly swept around them, boxing both Arthur and the pretty blonde in his lap against the table. Arthur, afraid that Kat had misinterpreted the situation started to protest but Kat ignored him, fluttering dark eyelashes and reaching up to tuck a stray curl behind the girl’s ear. “And while it’s true that Arthur can give you a good time-” her fingers softly trailed down the painted jawline “-if you want the best night of your life you should be looking for me.” Arthur’s chest felt constricted. Isabelle’s face had turned a delicate shade of red. Kat took Isabelle’s free hand and pulled her to her feet, turning the girl in to her elbow before tapping her on the nose. “But as the two of us were in the middle of something, you’ll have to move along.”
Isabelle scurried away and Kat turned to Arthur with an impish grin, biting her lip as a faint blush crept over her cheeks. “How was that?” she asked with a nervous laugh.
Arthur rocketed out of his seat, grabbing her hand and pulling her out the door, heedless of anything else. It was dark out, the slivered moon hidden behind wispy clouds. Across the street. Down two shop fronts. Kat could barely keep up as Arthur turned sharply down a narrow alley.
“Arth-mph!” Her back hit the wall, her dress catching on the rough stone as he lifted her, hastily pushing her skirt out of the way so that she could wrap her legs around him. His tongue was insistent as it swept threw her mouth. She shoved her fingers in his hair and tugged his bottom lip with her teeth, aware of the fangs now protruding downwards. She whined as his thumb hooked around the crotch of her panties and secretly praised her own ingenuity at having convinced the ladies at the shop to make her more futuristic undergarments.
She was already wet, two fingers sliding inside of her easily, curling to find the spot that made moan. “Quiet down, luv, or do you want to be found out?”
Her trembling hands made quick work of his belt and slacks, the head of his cock replacing his fingers. “Says the man who - ah! - dragged me here!” she hissed. She bit her lip and stifled another moan as he filled her, his fingers digging into her rear. “Did my flirting with someone else upset you?”
Yes, he thought, snapping his hips against her. She whimpered in his ear, her face pressed against the curve of his neck. The faint sounds of fucking filled the small area. This wouldn’t be enough to satisfy either of them. Only tide them over until they reached home. His fangs dragged along her shoulder and she bucked against him. “You only have yourself to blame for this, you know.” he murmured before piercing the smooth flesh.
She writhed and returned the favor, biting down on his neck in an attempt to not scream as pleasure coursed through her. Her arms tightened around his torso. She came with a quiet sob, her body clenching around him and driving him over the edge of his own release.
Her legs shook when he finally set her down and she slumped against the wall as he righted his clothes before leaning forward, giggling like mad as she kissed him. “Have fun explaining that to the poor girl next time you see her.”
He chuckled. “I think the poor bird will understand.”
“Mm, more than that dear, you’re going to have to explain to the barkeeper why we ran out without paying.”
“Ah.” Arthur had been in too big a hurry to leave to realize. “Perhaps I should nip back in and take care of that.”
Kat laughed and stumbled as they made their way back to the street. He caught her and held her hand tightly the rest of the way. “Then he’s going to know what you’ve been up to!”
“Well,” Arthur admitted with a sheepish grin, “it wouldn’t exactly be the first time.”
Kat snorted, her peals of laughter echoing off the surrounding building as she pinched his cheeks with both hands. “Arthur you really are an incorrigible horny old goat!” then she surprised him by throwing her arms around his neck and pressing her lips to his for a lingering kiss. “But now you’re my horny old goat.”
