Can i get a uh, a large yan x king with a side of smut? Hold the fluff!
one large order of kindere, comin’ up
Yan sneaking her hand to squeeze his under the table as the ego meeting went on. Wilford and Ed in yet another heated argument over time slots, Dark trying to calm the pink reporter down as Bim attended to the Texan salesman.
With each yell and chaos increasing around them, her fingers worked over his inner thigh, dancing along his slowly hardening cock as he bit back his moans.
“Follow me to the supply closet across the hall,” Yan had whispered to him. Her tone dripping in seduction.
“W-Why? Here? But – everyone’s here?”
“I’m bored and wanna play with you, Senpai.” her words echoed in his ear as she slipped out the meeting room.
King narrowly missing a thrown chair from Wilford as he made his way to the supply closet, lewd ideas running through his head a mile a minute.
That playful teasing landed them here. Tugging at one another’s clothes. Open mouthed kisses and groping at one another’s bodies in the small cramped closet. King’s pants nearly masking Yan’s own quiet moans, her teeth moving to bite at his neck ever so lightly. Just to keep her Senpai on edge.
“Shh, let me just play with you, Senpai,” she giggled, pulling back to grope at King’s clothed hard on. Already throbbing in his black jeans, his hips ever so gently thrusting up to her hold.
“Then…” Yan stops, using her free hand to grab at King’s own. Biting her ruby red lips as she hiked her skirt up and left his hand on her soft ass. His thumb already kneading at the perky softness.
“You can play with me all you want…”
The fight continued in the meeting room, because of course it did with Wilford in charge. Various egos fighting, taking sides, at each other’s throats.
The couple in the supply closet only continued to grow closer and more hectic in their own activity.
King can hardly keep his own noises to himself as he watches the other ego slowly slip down to her knees. Her red eyes seeming to watch his every move, like a predator sizing up its prey. And yet, he felt nothing but pure arousal flow through his veins.
No time was wasted on her end to pull his hard cock from his pants. Eyeing up at him as she wrapped her hand around the length. Throbbing in her hand, the slightest bit of pre cum dribbling out the head.
She wanted nothing more than to pleasure him, her dearest Senpai. Nothing more than to watch him come undone for her and her alone. Neverminding her own erection in her panties, nor the pre cum staining against the soft cotton. This was about him…for now.
She leans forward to kiss the head, giggling as King’s naked thighs tremble at the touch of her lips.
“Do I make you this excited already, Senpai?”
“Y-Yes,” King whines, “very excited…”
She smiles, adoration in her eyes as she holds his hips down with her free hand, and steadies his cock at the base with the other. Her red lips parting.
“I’m so happy I make Senpai excited.”
With that, she lowers her open mouth down. Moaning as she takes King’s cock down. Her lipstick smearing ever so much as she works his length down.
King controlled himself – no way can he cum already, but the tightness of Yan’s mouth made him weak in the knees. Hips trying to roll up further into her mouth as she took him inch by inch.
He huffs as he sets his soft palm on the top of her red hair. Their eyes meeting as her tongue works the underside of his length. Teasing the sensitive skin, the head of his cock drooling more pre cum down the back of his neck.
“You look so pretty, you feel so good, fuck–”
There was no real rhythm to it. Just the way Yan liked it.
Her hands resting on King’s thigh. Her lips wrapped around his cock as it throbbed in her mouth. His shallow thrusts, fucking her mouth like she was his toy.
Being the obedient Kohai she always was to her Senpai. Yan’s moans growing louder as she looks up at him, half lidded red eyes drawing him in closer. Fucking into her mouth faster. Pleasure shooting through out her body as she straddles his foot. Grinding against his boot, teasing her own hard on the faster he went.
King could barely handle the sight. Her adorableness combined with how /well/ she was taking him. Her mouth and skills only making his eyes roll back as he enjoyed her for her. Heart thumping by nervously in his ear as he continued on. So fucking close to cumming, a pleasurable heat pooling in his stomach as he watched her.
Yan’s grinds grow faster on his boot. Her tongue curving around the underside of his cock, swallowing the pre cum from the dribbling head, her hair a mess as King held on with a firm grip. Her own drool trickling down her chin, such a lewd state she must be in.
“Oh fuck, oh /fuck/, Y-Yan,” King mewls, “I’m not gonna last–”
Yan pulls herself off his cock, a thin line of spit connecting his head to her lips. Huffing as she looked up at him, licking at the slit, her own cock as hard as can be in her panties.
“Cum for me, Senpai,” she moans, “cum for your Kohai, cum all over me. I want to make you happy, please!”
Her tongue flicks against his slit one more time before King curses once more. Back arching off the wall as he shouts her name with passion. Moaning her name in between various begs and curses.
Yan aims his cock at her face, his cum spurting over her cheeks and chin. Her tongue out as she catches what she can in her mouth. Her heart racing as her slow thrusts keep up. The two as close as two people can get, sharing in a pleasure meant for lovers and lovers only.
The fluffiness of romance and arousal clouding her mind as her hand runs from the base to the tip. Getting every last bit of cum she could from her beloved Senpai.
“Yan, holy shit–” King hisses, his hand combing through her messy hair with ease, “t-thank you…”
Her smile turns devilish once more as she moves back to lift her skirt up. Showing off her hard on. Her panties soaked as she shoots him a flirty gaze.
“We’re not done yet Sen–”
The supply closet’s door opens with swiftness, Bim and Dr. Ipl//er standing before them, just as shocked at they are. Eyes wide, the two egos gazing at the raunchy scene before them. The couple frozen on the spot, disbelief the only expression gracing their faces.
“…Host was hit with a chair, I just need this.” Iplier said as he grabbed the spare first aid kit from the nearest shelf and closed the door on them.
“…I feel like I just walked in on a crime scene.” Bim confesses as he follows behind the doctor. Chaos in the meeting room at a stalemate.
“Well, hurry up before Yan makes it one.” is the doctor’s reply before tending to the injured Host.
