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ON HIATUS!! Kinktober had hands! I need some time to recuperate. I have resumed work on the Dating Sim, so new fics will probably not come out until next year.
I've been feeling absolutely terrible lately, so nothing big is coming out anytime soon unfortunately. I am still planning on doing something with the dating sim, but I haven't been working on anything in quite some time due to the feelings™.
I hope I get a bit of my mojo back the second I start antidepressants again, but who tf knows. All I can say is please check up on your chronically ill friends occasionally, God knows they fucking need it. Normal life goes on with all its hectic ups and downs, and theirs might be forever frozen in some sort of purgatory that they can't escape from as they watch everyone else live their life from behind their prison bars window.
Summary: You're tired and Pandora's Actor decides to give you a foot massage... though he seems to be into it much more than he should be. Which is par for the course with him, to be honest.
Inhabiting your own character in Yggdrasil was wonderful, it was an upgrade from your own body with its aches and flaws. Yggdrasil itself had been large and sprawling, and if you didn't fast travel the times you were on the road were long and extensive. Now, the world you were in now wasn't Yggdrasil... it was bigger. It was a real world. And travel wasn't done through your in-game avatar, it was done with your now own body. Sure, you could still teleport and this body was a lot less easily fatigued than your own, but at the end of the day the aches of inhabiting a flesh and blood body still reared their ugly head. Especially after a specifically intense day of travel, research and fighting, and you were exhausted.
In your battle you had looted some items; nothing special and you wondered if it was even worth it, but you decided to bring them to the treasury anyways. They were items you hadn't seen in Yggdrasil, and you knew there was someone in the treasury that loved getting new, unknown items. A little more than loved maybe even. Sometimes you wondered if Ainz was as freaky as his creation, wondering why a boring salaryman like him had created something like Pandora's Actor. There surely was something to say about the psychology behind this, but you weren't about to have that conversation with your old friend, deciding instead to halt these thoughts for now as you headed for the treasury.
The second you arrived Pandora's Actor was already waiting for you, as if he knew you were coming.
"Mein kostbarster Schatz," he started, loudly as always, saluting you as he went into a spiel about, "Nein! A treasure beyond treasures! Something no one could own, only adore from afar!" A small smile was on your face, despite your fatigue you felt beloved by the treasurer. You always had a soft spot for him despite his... intense personality.
"Entschuldigung, my supreme," he continued, seemingly without breathing while the two of you wandered further down the hall, nearing the treasury and hopefully a chair or couch. "You seem fatigued! Allow me to find you the most comfortable seating, and you can tell me all about why you blessed me with your presence. If you'll allow me of course, mein große-"
You interrupted him before he could start worshipping you once again. "Yes, I'd love that. My feet could use some rest."
"I will make it so!" he said, saluting you again while he guided you gently to a couch that did look mighty comfortable. You sighed as you sunk down on it. Yep, you could fall asleep here, no problem. Now that you sat down you were unsure if you ever wanted to get up again, but you knew there was no rest for the wicked. Maybe you'd take your break here.
Your legs finally resting as you thought only for a second before taking off your footwear, pulling your legs up to rest your bare feet on the soft pillows of the couch. Pandora was in front of you immediately, bowing down with his smooth head against your ankles.
"Allow me," he said, and you were unsure what he meant before he grabbed your foot and pushed his fingers down between the pads of your toes dragging them down. A groan escaped you at the feeling. Oh, yes a foot massage was exactly what you needed.
"Yes, go ahead," you said, stopping yourself from saying please like your old self would've. You were a supreme being now, and the people around you were NPC's, willingly serving you and Ainz... as long as you performed well. Or at least that's what you and Ainz had told each other, making sure either of you stayed on top of their acting game at all times.
Pandora's fingers were heavenly, massaging your feet with a skill level that blew you away. You were sure you needed his help much more if he was capable of relaxing you this much after a rough day. Groans of pleasure fell freely from you, too tired to keep them in. And he was good at this, he deserved to know.
As you looked down you found him on his knees in front of you, your feet in his lap as he massaged you deeply. A bulge in his trousers telling you how much touching you like this affected him. Even though, or maybe exactly because, what he was touching were just your feet.
This man... he never ceased to surprise you.
"Pandora," you said, voice little more than a whisper. "What's this."
The pad of your foot pushed down on the bulge that was formed, and the sound that fell from his open mouth was much more erotic than it had any right to be. Your face exploded in a deep blush, and you hoped he didn't see how much that sound affected you. His face was lowered though, his hands laying uselessly by his side as you pushed down on his erection.
"I- ahh- I am so sorry," he gasped, trying to stay composed as you kept pushing down on him. "Allow me to-" his moan interrupted his sentence, and he seemed incapable of picking back up where he stopped, warm breath hitting your bare skin as he tried not to buck up against your foot.
"I... that's a little pathetic," you said, trying your best to stay composed. What were you supposed to do when an NPC that could potentially wipe the floor with you acted like this? Were you supposed to punish him? What should someone in your position do?
Probably not get aroused like you did when he behaved like an animal in heat when near you.
You decided to play along, under the guise of merciful punishment.
"Fine," you said, your voice sounding foreign to you, throat tight. "I didn't expect anything better. After all, I allowed you to touch my skin. Fuck yourself against my foot to relieve yourself."
He looked up, and though his face a was a blank mask you could almost see the bliss in his eyes as he bucket up, once. His hands were on your feet again as he thanked you profusely. Telling you he didn't deserve such mercy as he pushed himself desperately against your feet, fingers digging into your soles, continuing their massaging motions even as he humped against you like a dog.
Noises of pleasure fell from his mouth, almost sounding choked as drool fell from his open mouth. A thin, wispy tongue came out to lick it away before the liquid touched your holy skin, his uniform tight around his throbbing cock as he rutted up against your feet.
You were beautiful, you were breath taking, a treasure he could never possess, but desired so much none the less.
You flexed your toes, digging into the warm bulge below you. You wondered if he'd like you to step on him, or push down harder, but you held yourself back, enjoying the way he fucked himself to completion against the soles of your feet. He was still fully dressed, and you felt the wet patch against your skin, deepening your blush.
Then, with a stutter of his hips and a low moan that dragged out lewdly, he came inside of his uniform, head falling back in bliss.
It took a small minute before he jolted back into motion again. Apologising over and over as he resuming massaging your feet. You leaned back, pretending to be upset, but the arousal clouding your senses said otherwise.
"No apologies needed," you murmured, shivering as he kissed your feet one by one in apology. "Just don't let it happen again."
Though you were ashamed to admit you wouldn't be opposed. The wetness against your skin cooled sharply, and you had to bite back a groan. He was a mess under your soles, wet patch of his cum spreading in the fabric--as if nothing had happened just now.
Summary: Aurelion Sol is used to being controlled by Targon. His crown is a point of shame at his own hubris and the ingenuity of the lesser lifeforms of Runeterra. But you, a summoner, you have a power over him that he can't quite put his fingers on. A power that goes beyond that of the ants of his world, and he wants to figure you out.
Aurelion Sol knew he was far beyond the people of the world in every sense; intelligence, power, beauty... it was no contest really. Runeterrans were but ants in his eyes, and yet he'd fallen so low that even the ants of this planet were able to control him through the accursed crown he wore. A mistake he still paid for everyday, and a mistake he wouldn't make again. You, a measly summoner, surely controlled him through the crown too. He despised it. Worthless creatures that only had power over him because of damn magic that wasn't even theirs, not any power of their own.
The second he realized that not only were summoners not from Runeterra, but they were able to control his actions without the crown he was stunned. Time and time again he tested the hypothesis when he was on the rift, but the power really came from elsewhere. It was different, somehow deeper than the power that held him leashed to the Targonian ants. For days he spied on you, a 'measly summoner' who had power beyond what he thought possible. You weren't as pathetic as he'd thought, but the longer he spied on you the more confused he got.
Never did you display any of these powers outright. Not actively at least. Of course he could feel a crackle of electricity when around you, felt the proverbial pull of a leash when he was near, warning him subconsciously that he really shouldn't try anything funny lest he be vanquished. It was strange to think. He really thought you were just like the others, but maybe there was more to you than met the eye despite your unassuming form.
He decided to test it himself. He didn't usually get close to others, he liked to stay far away, keeping distance both literal and figurative between him and the mob. This time he needed to get in close and personal to test his theory, startling you with his overwhelming presence the second you entered the lobby.
"You," he said, voice low and purring. There was a hint of something impatient in his words, and you frowned. "Finally you are here. I thought you'd let me wait forever."
How were you to know he was waiting for you the second you logged in? You decided not to voice these words. Aurelion Sol wasn't exactly known for his patience with those he deemed below him. In essence: everyone.
"My apologies, Aurelion," you replied, making your way to your summoner room as he followed, floating languidly behind you as his large body barely fit through the hallways. "I didn't know you wanted me for something?"
"Oh but I did. I decided I'm going to figure you out entirely. Unravel you in front of me to see what makes you tick."
You stopped, your hand on the door handle. He wanted to get to know you? What for? Why would the great Aurelion Sol want to know about anyone other than himself? That seemed out of character... You decided wearily that he must be up to something. Unsure if you wanted to be a part of it you replied with a "Sure... A warning though; I am not very complicated. You might get bored soon."
He chuckled, glowing eyes narrowing at you. "I'll be the judge of that, summoner. Now get inside, we don't have all day."
The cosmic dragon followed you inside, pausing at the door to your quarters, as you stood still in the room. It appeared he wanted you to do something, but you weren't quite sure what.
"I thought you'd want some privacy while I slowly unravel you bit by bit, but if you want to do it en public be my guest. Of course I am fine with being seen by many... I am generous, and I know it is a blessing for lesser organisms to see my magnificent form. "
Oh, what the fuck? You'd taken the words 'unravel you' to mean he wanted to get to know you, but it seemed you had made a grave miscalculation. He wanted to unravel you in a much more carnal sense, and the thought had you choke on your spit. As you coughed, trying to regain control over yourself Aurelion had wrapped his form all around you, a purr falling from him, though you dared not point it out to him.
"If I only knew exactly what went through your brain, summoner. Nothing holds secrets for me, and I thought you were as easy to figure out as all the others, but how wrong I was. Tell me, what is it you're thinking about right now. Let me guess... it's dawning on you that what I meant was much more intimate than a friendly get-together?"
Slowly you got yourself back under control, no thanks to Aurelion Sol whose strangely cool, cosmic body curled around you in lazy loops. Your body shivered as the implications of his words and actions dawned on you, a dull throb starting in your core. "Well, yes. The true question is: why, though?"
The dragon laughed, head thrown back as he tightened his grip on you. "Why not, summoner. I haven't been the first to want to get to peel back your layers, and I am certain I won't be the last. I will be the one you remember best though."
You realized your feet were lifted off the ground as he tightened around you, slowly pulling you up to hover with him. If it really was as he said than yes, you should probably go somewhere private. You voiced this, and his laugh became a soft chuckle, slightly shaking your body in his hold as he flew up higher.
"Somewhere private, yes. In that case, how about I take you somewhere much more private than here. And with a view of my stars of course, to seal the deal. We don't deserve anything less."
You nodded before you could think it over and without any further ado he swiftly made his way outside, carrying you with him with impossible speeds until you reached a mountaintop with the most perfect view of the night sky. Your eyes glittered as you took in the stars; his stars, all laid out for you in a tapestry of cosmic sparkles. His purr vibrated your very soul as he took in your expression of awe.
"I am proud of each and every one of them," he rumbled, "though a work in process they are. However I've never been more proud of them than in this current moment, where you laid your eyes upon them." Your eyes widened and your face blushed deeply, and you wondered if he was hypnotized by something. Why would a dragon of his greatness care about your awe? Wasn't he known for wanting earth's lesser forms to beg and cower in his presence?
Aurelion Sol himself wasn't sure what had come over him, but the second he touched you he had known. You were greater than he was, something to be cherished and worshiped, much like him. He was but a slave in your power, and this time it wasn't even against his will. If he was allowed a taste of you he'd be the luckiest being alive, and he curled tighter around you, ever tighter, as if he'd become one with you if he did.
"Now, let me unravel you," he said, "to your barest form."
And you allowed him to undress you, almost hypnotized by his eyes and the countless stars that made up his form. You weren't sure what was more beautiful, the night sky stretching out above you, or the dragon that had created said stars.
You shivered as you laid bare under his gaze, unsure where to look as he took you in fully. A growl fell from him and you couldn't help but spread your legs a little further, enjoying the way he seemed to devour you with just his presence. The choked noise that fell from him was music to your ears, and indicative of his state as well.
Slowly he leaned down, body holding you up from the ground as you laid spread and open on top of him. "Magnificent," he murmured, his breath hitting your bare body as you shivered. "Now show yourself to me," he said, "down to your most base form. No control, no power, just... you. Touch yourself."
Your ears burned as you slowly widened your legs further, feet dangling above the ground as you laid on top of him. He was coiled below you, long body forming a barrier between you and the cool earth, a blanket that was both cold like space and burning hot like the sun. The feeling was something you couldn't wrap your head around, so you decided to just enjoy the sensation. His belly was turned to you as he leaned over you, scaled but soft and you slowly inched your fingers down under his scrutiny. This was strange, very strange, but not the strangest thing you'd done, so your fingers did as they did often; crawling their way down your body to find your sensitive core. You circled your clit, eyes locked onto his as he took in your every move with a purr that vibrated your entire body.
"Yes," he said, "Slowly..." and you did as he said, mesmerized by his voice and how he seemed to drink you in like a man dying of thirst. Your fingers firm on your clit as you slowly worked yourself to an orgasm, shivering on top of him as he cradled you between large claws that felt so powerful and yet so gentle. He took in your every gasp, every move on top of him, enjoying the way you spasmed around nothing as you felt yourself grow closer to climax. He talked you through it, praise and degradation melting one into sentences that were uniquely him, and it wasn't long before you cried out in pleasure, coming all over your hands and his body under you.
He shivered, slightly, but you felt it perfectly because you were on top of him. Feeling rather than hearing the low groan that fell from his mouth, parting to let a long, cosmic tongue fall out to lick his chops.
"Delicious," he said, "I wonder if you taste as good as you sound and smell."
The tongue was like his body, cold and seemingly made from space itself, and seeing it come down to lick your core had your toes curl. He left no spot untasted, wiggling inside of your hole to taste you at the source. Behind you something throbbed against you insistently, and it took a comical second for you to realize your backrest was his gigantic cock, having emerged from a sheath.
"Aurelion," you gasped, and he corrected you with his full name. "Don't stop-"
He didn't, tongue-fucking you languidly, purring every time more arousal leaked from you. He gladly licked it all up, growling how good you tasted and how perfect you were. You rubbed yourself against him, both his tongue and his dick, and were rewarded with a deep moan that was so delicious you felt yourself spill from the noise alone. He drank up your essence with vigour, body moving under you as he twitched slightly.
"That's two," he said. Despite the fact that you were laying on top of him, submissive to the pleasure he bestowed upon you, you were in control. There was a power you held that he still couldn't explain, a power that didn't waver even in the throes of orgasm and he was pleased and frustrated by the fact that he still didn't understand how you worked.
"Another one," came his growl. "As many as there are stars in the canvas above us."
The thought made you curl up slightly. That was a lot, and you weren't sure if you had so many in you. You hoped he was being poetic, but knowing the dragon on top of you he might just expect you to have the power to do just that. He pulled you up, dragging you over his cock that bobbed and caught between your pussy lips before he dragged you back down on the other side. He was huge, bigger than anyone you'd seen and you knew it was impossible for you to take him. But you wanted to try at the very least, rubbing up against the cock that was now in front of you as you brought your hands and mouth to reach the spots you couldn't rub against.
He groaned deeply, moving you on top of him as he used your body to rub against, building himself and you to another orgasm. Your clit caught on his dick deliciously, he was large and veiny and warm and you wished you could take him, hands moving swiftly. "Ohh, yess," he groaned, body undulating under you as he dry humped you both towards another orgasm. "You have another one in you, I'm sure of it."
Oh you most certainly did, body moving by itself and with his strength as you rubbed yourself raw against him, legs tightening and loosening around his draconic body under you.
"Almost there," you gasped, and he chuckled.
The power stayed strong, and as you pushed yourself over the edge a third time he realized the power wasn't going to lessen. He was in your grasp, body and soul, and the thought of him the starforger being under your power had him growl in delicious frustration. He cried out towards the sky, a roar that emitted power and rage and submission all at once as he, too, spilled himself. His cum covered you, and you let it, gasping as the cock pulsed against your overstimulated pussy while he pushed you closer to it. Your legs wrapped around him as the both of you came down from your height under the gaze of the stars and the moon.
"Peculiar thing," Aurelion muttered. "Very peculiar." He should be mad, but he found that when it was you that was holding his reigns, whether aware of it or not, he was fine with it. Somehow. He curled up, dragging you closer to him as he pointed up.
"That's Sirius," he said as you cuddled up to him, following where he was pointing. "My first star. Tell me, little summoner, what is your favourite star?"
You pointed to it and he chuckled. "I made that one, you know."
His body moved under you as he chuckled at his own joke, and you couldn't help but chuckle with him. "I know."
Kinktober - Day 27 - Hair Pulling / Animal Play / Gangbang
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Akatsuki (Kakuzu, Kisame, Hidan and Deidara) x f!Reader
Wordcount: 2354 words
Tags: Hair pulling, animal play, gangbang, spitroasting, hand jobs, oral
Summary: A nasty jutsu has changed you into some sort of bunny-human hybrid. You hope to sleep it off quietly in your room, but when you run across Hidan and some others something much more intense lies in store for you...
You couldn't possibly make yourself any smaller as you slunk through the halls of the Akatsuki hideout, praying no one would come across you. The bounty hunting mission you'd been on hadn't exactly gone according to plan, and after you got hit with an unexpected and unknown jutsu, you'd lost sight of your target and had to head back. You hoped to sleep off the effects in silence, wishing the jutsu would undo itself after a period of time. If that wasn't the case however, and it had to be manually undone you would use the quiet time alone to get yourself back in gear to finish the target off at a later date.
The jutsu you'd been hit with wasn't hurting you in any way, but it was definitely affecting you in a way that you needed some time to come to terms with it all. Your ear twitched, as did your nose, and you couldn't help but let out a sound of exasperation as your body behaved in ways it had never done before.
The door in front of you opened, and you were stuck in the hallway, body frozen like a deer in headlights.
"Back already?" the voice asked, and you realized with horror whose door had just opened, "I wish the miser was as quick in his bounty hunting activities as-" The white haired cultist came around the corner, and stopped dead in his tracks as he took you in. "What the fuck are you wearing?"
Your ears flattened, moving back out of the way like they tried to hide from him, and his eyes nearly bulged out of his head. "No fucking way? It's real?? You've turned into some sort of rabbit? FUckkk- Deidara, hey Deidara you gotta see this man! Hey! Barbie!"
Out of nowhere Deidara seemed to appear out of thin air, covered in clay and half undressed. He looked a little pissed, but still interested in whatever it was that Hidan had called him out for. The second he saw you his eyes widened comically as he took in your new features.
Long, rabbit ears sprouted from your head, legs that ended in rabbit feet, and a fluffy tail twitching above your ass. And those were just the outward changes. He was at a loss for words while Hidan laughed loudly at your misfortune, making raunchy jokes about your new form.
All the ruckus made Kakuzu step out into the hallway as well, grumpy as usual. When he saw you the first thing he asked wasn't if you were okay or what the fuck had happened to you, it was whether you fucked up with bounty hunting.
Rough hands were in your hair, no rather, pulling at your rabbit ears as he pulled you towards Lord Pain. Hidan and Deidara following close behind, making jokes and poking at your little white tail. It wasn't until they pulled at it, and you arched your back with a yelp in a particular way that their jokes became a little bit more horny and less poking fun at you.
"What's that, little bunny?" Hidan said, voice thick with sardonic glee. "Feeling the effects yet? You know what they say about rabbits and fucking..."
You'd look back to send him a dirty glare, but your ears were roughly manhandled by Kakuzu who dragged you all the way to the room where Pain usually resided. It seemed he was out today though, and you weren't sure if you were relieved or not. More members had joined when they'd heard the ruckus and you were blushing deeper than you'd ever had before. Though you couldn't deny that the heavy gazes of the men on you didn't turn you on, if even a little. It seemed the jutsu did more than turn you into a rabbit--it turned you into prey and the men following your every move became the predators, seizing you up and licking their chops.
"Well," Kisame said. "Lord leader isn't here. What are we to do now? it's obvious our little rabbit didn't finish their hunt successfully."
"Punishment is in order," Kakuzu said, already doing the mental calculations about the losses they'd surely accrued. Every mission, every penny spend, it was all pre-calculated to the single digits, and he was really disappointed in your performance. He really expected better of you, but he couldn't deny how absolutely adorable you looked in your current state. You looked up at him with big, innocent eyes, begging him to release you and he felt a stirring in his pants.
Oh, he had the perfect punishment in mind.
It seemed everyone else had as well, by the way they surrounded you from all angles. Hidan had been making rabbit sex jokes since the second he laid eyes on poor you, and it seemed they were about to make good on those them. Surrounding you were Hidan, Deidara, Kisame and Kakuzu, and you gulped, realizing what was about to happen if their ominous grins were any indication.
"Punishment..? Isn't being turned into a little bunny-girl enough punishment for me?" you said, as Kakuzu released you, and you tumbled to the floor, tail up. There were shared chuckles among the group and lewd glances at you on your knees in front of them. Hidan was already grabbing his dick and it was obvious that all around you were in various states of arousal. You swallowed thickly, feeling the anticipation build in the air like electricity. Your nose twitched dumbly as you looked up.
"Cute," Kisame said, leaning down to sit in front of you. A bit hand came up to pat you between the ears, and you perked up. "Do you want a carrot little bunny?"
You grit your teeth. You did have a craving for the food that was associated with rabbits, annoyingly enough, but him treating you like a common pet made you feel smaller than you already did. "I don't have anything like that, but maybe I can occupy that pretty mouth with something else instead?" He grabbed your chin in a large hand as he guided your head to his still clothed erection.
"Let me take her pussy then!" Hidan yelled from behind, always the charmer. He pushed Kakuzu to the side that was already behind you, who grunted a "fine, loosen her up for me then. She's gonna need it."
Your mouth was already at the thought of all men using your body, especially the way you were now. Unsure if it was your own mind or a side effect of the jutsu, but you wondered when you turned into such a needy thing. Your pussy was already dripping as Hidan dragged your pants off, pulling your ass against his dick as you were trying to remain upright.
One of your leg started kicking as he pushed his throbbing bulge against you, and you heard chuckles from around. Kisame stood up, pulling you up with him as you hung between Hidan and Kisame who held you aloft. The shark man pulled down his pants as you eagerly leaned down to occupy your hungry mouth, getting an eye full of not one, but two dicks springing out.
"Oh shit," you said, but you got slapped in the face by one of his dicks.
"Bunnies don't talk, pet," he said, chuckling as you frowned up at him but accepted the conditions none the less as you grabbed his hips and lowered your mouth on the biggest of the two cocks hanging heavy between his strong legs.
"Shit, Kisame," Hidan grunted as he rubbed his cockhead against your weeping slit, enjoying the way you covered him in your slick. "Two cocks? That's freaky." He didn't seem too put off by it, if his groan was any indication, but you couldn't get yourself to care about what they were saying, wiggling your bare ass against Hidan to urge him to put his dick in you already. You were empty and needy, and your little poofy tail twitched as he grabbed it.
"Calm down bitch, you're going to be taking all our dicks soon enough. You'll breathe our fucking cum before we're done with you."
Kakuzu grunted an affirmative, pulling at your ears and hair to make you look up at him and Kisame as you finally took his dick in your mouth as far as you could. Despite his dismissive words Hidan pushed in all the same, making you moan and salivate over Kisame who grunted as you deepthroated him.
Deidara meanwhile grabbed one of your hands, rubbing himself against you as you tried to keep your balance as you hung spit roasted between two men. Groans and moans fell from your lips, muffled by Kisame's dick as Hidan pummelled inside of you, seemingly feeling no need to go slow anymore as he loudly praised and degraded you between curses.
"Pretty bunny," Kakuzu said, keeping your neck in an uncomfortable arch by manoeuvring your head by your sensitive ears and hair. Despite the position you were in you were enjoying yourself immensely, eyes rolling back into your head as you took both Hidan and Kisame as far as you could, squeezing down with your hands and pussy as both men cursed in pleasure. Hidan came first, and Deidara wasted no time taking his place. Despite him seeming like one the physically weaker of the Akatsuki he held you up with relative ease, pushing inside of you and fucking Hidan's cum back into you.
"You made a mess, un," Deidara grunted, but judging by the way his voice sounded he didn't mind one bit as he eagerly fucked into you. One of his hands went between your legs, hand-mouth licking sloppily against your clit, making you pull your mouth away from Kisame to breath and let out whiny moans. The squelching sound that filled the room made your ears burn and your eyes close with shame, but you shivered and tightened as you came around Deidara all the same. He cursed, hair hanging in his face as he pushed through, blushing from his ears to his bare chest as he stilled inside of you until you eased up.
"Look at that," Kisame said, "Doesn't look like much of a punishment to me." His hips had started thrusting towards you and still reeling from your orgasm you were pushed down onto him by Kakuzu again. One of your hands was now on his other dick, the drool and precum flowing from him creating a natural lube that made it easy to jerk him off while you sucked him. Kisame muttered and growled in bliss, sharp teeth grit in pleasure as he started fucking your face slowly, clearly nearing his own end. Kakuzu was slowly rubbing himself near your face as he held you up, and you gasped and choked when the view distracted you from Kisame spilling inside of your mouth and throat.
You coughed and spluttered, Deidara slipping out of you as you almost lost balance. "Shit," he cussed, fingers digging harder into your body as he pulled your legs up to wrap around him as best as you could. Your face was covered in sweat and Kisame's cum, spilling from your lips as you looked at both behemoths of men in front of you through teary eyes.
"Cute," Kisame said again, patting your face with a grin that seemed like he was a second away from devouring you whole.
"Have you loosened her up yet, Deidara?" Kakuzu grunted, clearly tired of not being inside of you. His dick was throbbing between his legs, precum already leaking from the dark head, and you swallowed at the size. He was shorter than Kisame, but thicker, and you moaned as Deidara was pushed away from you. Deidara yelled in outrage, but wasn't going to fight Kakuzu for it, taking his place next to Hidan who was jerking his dick sloppily as he watched you get used.
"Took too long," Kakuzu grunted, pulling your body to him as he held you up by himself. "Take her hand or something."
You reached out to Deidara and Hidan, jerking both of them as Kakuzu slipped inside of you with a rough thrust, pulling your folded up body down on him. Your legs were folded to your chest as he pushed inside your pussy from behind, showing the still watching Akatsuki members exactly how he penetrated you. There was an obvious bulge in your stomach as he bottomed out and your moans mingled with those from the others as you tried to focus on jerking off Hidan and Deidara while Kakuzu used your body like you were just a doll for him to fuck.
Your little tail brushed against his stomach with every thrust and he grunted at the added feeling he liked more and more with every thrust. He wished your condition would stay for a while longer, though he wasn't sure you were going to be of much use other than a compliant and warm little hole to fill for the time being. Well, that was great too, he wasn't going to complain, and neither were the others if their grunts and curses were any indication.
Deidara came first, followed by Hidan as they spurted their seed all over your front. Your head was thrown back against Kakuzu's shoulder as you came too, squirting around his cock as you made a mess on the floor. Your pussy spasming and tightening took Kakuzu with you as spilled deep inside of you with a low grunt and a rough grab of one of your breasts as he held you tightly to him.
Slowly you were lowered back down until you were on your knees. Satisfied and covered head to toe in cum. Your ears twitched and so did your nose, and you heard some more chuckles, though they sounded more tired than before.
"Well, that was punishment round 1 I take it?" Kisame said, and you looked up at him, checking if he was serious. His throbbing dicks told you he was and as you looked back you saw Kakuzu in a similar state.
Well, there really was no chance that you were going to sleep this condition off in silence was there?
Tags: Sex Robot, Moon is glitched, fingering, dacryphilia, moon is rough, overstimulation, multiple orgasms
Summary: You get a crazy gift from your friends; a sex robot with two personalities! One of them is super sweet and helpful, and the other is... broken? It is if you have to believe the Sun. Well, Sun can help you as good as Moon with all your "night time" activities, don't worry!
For your birthday this year your friends had given you the most outrageously extravagant gift, and you weren't sure if you should be happy out of your mind or cut all your friends off after dealing with the embarrassment they put you through. A personal sex robot wasn't on the top of your list, not on the bottom, or even on it in the first place. Yet, as you held a small party with all your closest friends and their s/o's they'd hauled in the biggest package you had ever seen. It was at the end of the party, one had said while leaving "oh, aren't we forgetting something?" winking obviously, and the entire group had grabbed their stuff as they gathered near the exit, giddily watching the package get hauled in. Human sized, so of course the first thing that crossed your mind was that they had made a joke; someone would jump out at it with the real present in their hands or something. You had mentally prepared for this, wracking your brain thinking who could possibly be inside considering all your friends were accounted for.
And then, the grand reveal! What you had not mentally prepared for--what was inside was not one of your friends you had accidentally forgotten, no! Inside was the distinct packaging of Afton Robotics. Beaten up and marked in desperately scratched away 70% off stickers, but an Afton Robotics box none the less, and inside, there still wasn't anyone of your friends, no! Inside was the actual robot advertised on the box!
You weren't sure what to say as you stood, completely rooted to the spot while your friends cheered around you. You heard "well, since you're still single, we thought-" and "you've been without sex so long you're basically a virgin! Or maybe you a-?" All sentences melted into one as your eyes couldn't stray from the flat, round, face of the robot. A sun and a moon, a two in one deal. Sweet Sun and Naughty Moon, it said in big letters on the box, and if a twinge of excitement didn't light up inside of you for a brief second you'd have prayed for the ground to open up under you and swallow you.
"Guys, guys, I... I don't know what to say..." you said, unsure of your own voice and how it would come out.
"Don't say anything until you've tried it for yourself," your best friend said, coming forward and sending you such a saucy wink that you couldn't believe your eyes. Were they being for real?
"It's... such an expensive gift, guys I can't accept this..!" tumbled from your mouth, but all of a sudden they were in the hallway, laughing and saying their goodbyes.
"Don't worry about that," they said, "It was obviously marked off, but it should be in great state. Oh, we can't return it by the way! Well, we don't want to be here when you start it up, have fun!"
Before you knew it they were all out of the door, and you were left with a gift that you couldn't wrap your head around.
-
Yet, yet as you started the robot up a strange feeling of giddiness filled you, and you noticed your hands were shaking in anticipation as you finally finished the setup, watching the looming robot blink slowly, as if blinking away drowsiness after a long nap.
"Helllllloooooo there friend," the Sun said as soon as it got used to the light. Its rays swirled, a slightly creaky sound marring the smoothness of the motion. "And who could you be, pretty new friend? I don't think we've met before? It couldn't be, ohh, yes, yes yes, you're our new owner?"
You were slightly taken aback by its enthusiasm, feeling your voice catch in your throat as you replied. "Yes, I believe I am, uh-"
"It's Sun, my sweet star, you can call me Sun if you want. And who might you be?"
After introductions were over you tried to get used to 'sweet sun', and you realized soon he lived up to the name. He was the sweetest, though slightly overwhelming and a maybe a little too eager to please, but he was a pleasure to have around. He helped you with everything he could, and you realized it was growing dark out before you had gotten to know the other side of him - 'naughty moon'.
Sun himself seemed a little apprehensive as he noticed you turning on the lights inside, noting lowly how dark it had gotten outside and you asked him about it. He fumbled with those big hands of his', sunrays moving this way and that, before slightly withdrawing.
"Ahh, umm, you see, I'm not sure about Moon, he's... he's not in the greatest state... maybe you could make do with me? Just keep the lights on and I will uhh... take his place, if you want?"
You frowned. The sun and moon bot were advertised as a two in one, and you were slightly upset that you couldn't meet both of their personalities, but at the same time the large 70% off stickers flashed through your mind. There was obviously something wrong with the model, maybe some hidden defects. Maybe the Moon personality was broken?
"Is something wrong with Moon? Does he need to be fixed?"
Sun turned away from you, hands fumbling and rays moving erratically. He was already thrown away once because of a little... glitch that affected Moon most, and he feared you would get rid of him as well once you found out. "Well, nooo... not broken... just... not ready? Not ready for you?" it was said more as a question, and you moved around Sun to see his face as he spoke, noting how tall he was even while hunched over. He met your eyes and you saw him look away immediately. He was hiding something but you weren't sure if you wanted to push him for it.
"Besides! Moon is just a... 'version' for night activities... activities that I, too, can perform!! ...if I try..." You didn't catch the last words, hung up on the "night activities". Well, he was advertised as the explicitly 'naughty' part while sun was the helping hand around the house. "Besides! How hard can it be!"
He perked up, rays spinning normally again. The sharp creaking sound was still distinctly there, and you wondered if you should oil them a little. Your thoughts were cut off when Sun was upon you, ushering you to a flat surface. "Yes, yes, yes, how hard can it be. Want to try? Want to try the naughty mode with me instead? After all that's why you got us, no?"
Well, you weren't exactly the one that got them, but you couldn't deny how incredibly interested you were despite your apprehension the day before when your friends were around. It seemed Moon was out for the count and you'd have to bring him to a mechanic most likely, but that was a point of action for the next day. Sun seemed eager enough, and you were so very curious. A dull throb was in your lower regions and you blushed at the thought that the thought of getting fucked by this hyperactive, gigantic bot was turning you on.
"Sure, Sun," you said, grabbing his hand as you guided him instead. "Let's go to my bedroom then."
-
Somewhere along the way upstairs he had picked you up, carrying you bridal style as you giggled at his antics. The way he laid you down on the bed was reverent, motions slightly stilted as if he doing something he'd never done before.
"So, are you for household chores and Moon for sex? Seems a little unfair if you ask me," you said with a wink and his sunrays stilled. His face was almost completely still, frozen in a permanent smile with only eye movement and a synthetic blush, but his sunrays were conveying his feelings pretty well. You wondered if he was supposed to have this frozen expression, or if it was something else that was broken. It seemed he needed some real maintenance if that were the case, but you decided to leave that to another day as well.
"Well," Sun started, huge hands running softly over your hair and face. "Well, if you say it like that, I guess... But I'm not only for household chores! And Moon is not only for sex... it's just... programming that's more catered towards the one or the other... we're both also perfectly capable of being a companion that you can talk to and have other fun times with! It's really up to you..."
"So, have you never done this before?" you asked before you could think about it, not even sure if you wanted to know the answer, but he was just so natural to talk to.
"...no," he said, voice small and eyes shifty. "But I can learn! I can... draw from Moon's programming if needed... Though that would probably be a bad idea. Bad, real bad idea."
You realized he started mumbling when it came to Moon, and you almost couldn't hear what he was saying. It seemed to upset him though, as far as a robot could be upset, so you decided to draw him back into the current moment. "Well, let the learning begin then. I'm ready and waiting." The smirk on your face was bigger than it had any right to be, but you were absolutely giddy at the idea of what lay in store for you with the bot that was towering over you.
"Of course, star!" he said, back to his upbeat self as his hands kept stroking your face and neck. "Tell me what to do!"
Oh, was he putting you in charge? It wasn't like you had the most experience yourself, if any, but you were willing to try if it meant you would get to get laid. "Sure thing, um, maybe start with undressing me, and we'll go from there."
His hands were nimble, opening the buttons to your shirt and jeans with ease. Even your bra came off without much effort and you raised your eyebrows. Even you needed more time to undo it. Sun just smiled at you, sunrays spinning languidly, mechanical scratch a background drone that you barely even registered anymore. "Are you feeling good yet?" he asked, "are you?"
You chuckled, about to answer him that you'd barely started, but when a large hand went down to touch you between your legs you realized that yes, you were feeling good. Very good in fact. "Yes, I am Sun. You are a fast learner." As the sun he always beamed, but after your compliment he did a little more so. His faceplate actually lit up a little and you giggled at his reaction; a breathless little sound that he seemed to eat up with a focused face that had you blush.
"Can I... can I put a finger in?" he asked, his hand warm against you as he petted your mound. You looked down, gauging the size of the digits and realized he could probably push one finger in and that would be more than filling.
"Yes, but be gentle please," you sighed, arching your back a little to give him better access. He wasted no time, every movement quick and efficient, and he seemed as eager as you.
"You're so warm and tight here," he said, voice slightly glitchy and you melted. When his hand started vibrating though you cried out in bliss, hips bucking on their own accord. "Oh yesss, Sun," you gasped, "I didn't know you could do that! Don't stop, please!" He seemed in awe of your reaction, thrusting inside of you slowly as you fucked yourself on him desperately. For once he didn't seem to speak, just drinking in your expressions, the way you lost yourself so beautifully. He felt a stirring inside his system, a little tug at his consciousness, and he pushed Moon back. It was his turn to experience this, he'd take Moon's place and perform perfectly. There was a strange electrical current running through him, making him feel elated. The pulse was both delicious and troubling, overloading his systems and making him feel out of control, but it also pushed him to do things like thrust his finger inside of you more. His thumb on your clit as he was unaware he was drawing more and more from Moon's programming, unaware how dangerous the game was he was playing.
"Fuckkk," you gasped, spilling over his hand as your back arched almost painfully. He didn't withdraw his hand and you felt tears slip from your eyes as your overstimulated pussy throbbed and spasmed, body trying to get away from the feeling of vibration that bordered on painful. "Stop, Sun, stop-" he quickly removed his fingers, asking if you were all right. When you looked up and saw him so concerned you nodded. "Yes, I'm fine. That was a little much near the end there, but you did so good."
You felt yourself look down at his clothed lower body. If he was made for sex he should have something down there, and now that you had come down from your orgasm and the subsequent overstimulation had ceased, you felt yourself hungry for more of him.
"Do you... do you have..." you started, eyes going up to his face and then down to his pants. It only seemed a second before it clicked.
"Oh, I... well, I do. More specifically Moon does, but I should... I should be able to override control-" before his sentence finished a bulge formed with a speed that was almost comical. There was a strange snapping sound as it seemed to click into place and Sun's entire body stiffened as if he too was shocked by it appearing. "...well, there it is."
You couldn't help the chuckle that escaped you at the sight, but arousal soon replaced the feeling. Curious fingers went down to the seam of his jeans, pushing against his body as you pulled at the fabric.
"May I?" you asked, and Sun nodded, rays stuttering in their motion. You noticed one of his eyes taking on a more red hue instead of the pale white, but chalked it up to a glitched emotional response or something similar. Unaware that Moon was just hiding beneath the surface, gaining more control the more Sun drew from his programming and functions. The light inside was dim, on the edge of light enough for Sun but dark enough for Moon, and he was biding his time.
Slowly you pulled his pants down, holding your breath as you revealed a dick that looked more like a dildo than anything.
"H-highly customizable!" Sun said, going into a marketing spiel before you silence him with a touch to the tip that seemed to electrify his entire body if the high pitched yelp and his entire body shuddering was any indication.
"Are you all right?" you asked, the reaction more intense than you had expected.
"Ye-yeah, I... I've never felt that before... do it again? Pretty please?"
Of course you obliged, running your fingers over the dark blue dick that was a stark colour difference from the rest of his yellow body. He shuddered and moaned, a glitchy sound that was almost lost in the voice box feedback. It seemed he had never experienced this before, and you felt elated when you realized Sun could actually feel this and enjoy it too.
His hips moved forward of their own accord and his eyes glitched, rays screeching to a halt with a sound that you could not ignore.
"Are you, do you need some-" you couldn't finish your sentence before Sun changed completely right in front of you. His voice, stuck in the middle of a moan seemed to warp to a deeper, more raspy sound. The rays retracting with a metal screech that had you cover your ears and remove your hands from his dick. You wondered if he had shut down from pleasure, and hoped you hadn't broken him, but before you could panic a nightcap replaced the rays. Red, glowing eyes replacing the white from Sun and the colours of the bot changed from yellow to dark blue, matching the dick that still jotted out between you two.
"Hello there," the bot said, and you realized that it was no longer Sun. "Don't you look good enough to eat." He pushed you back down, jaw opening with a metal screech that had you cringe once again, revealing rows of razor sharp teeth. You really, really needed to oil some specific joints, because your ears and heart couldn't take much more of the sound that actually stressed you out more than anything. Your thoughts halted when a long tongue lolled out to lick a stripe from your left breast to your lips, making you shiver in its hold. The remnants of its 'spit' tasted chemical, with an underlying taste of something sickeningly sweet that was likely way beyond its expiration date.
"Um, Moon, I take it?" you asked, trying to get used to the new bot now on top of you. You had to give it to Afton Robotics, the change was impressive. This wasn't a simple personality switch, it was like there was a completely different bot on top of you. And the way he was rubbing against you had you feeling a sense of arousal that replaced your unease. Why were his teeth so sharp though, as a matter of fact the whole entire bot seemed to be much sharper than Sun. Sharp teeth, sharp nails, dangerous personality... Things that you assumed would hinder his 'night time' activities more than anything, but what did you know.
"Don't worry your sweet little head about me, poor thing. I was planning on playing with you until you couldn't take it anymore, but selfish, selfish Sun has worked this body up quite well." The dick was pressed against your lower lips and you groaned at the sensation. "I don't think I can hold back."
His sentence dissolved into a giggle that tapered off into a glitchy rumble that had your body break out in goosebumps. "Don't fret, pretty thing. I'll keep it together long enough for us both to feel pleasure. After that though... well, who knows~"
He sat up, lower body rutting against yours as he stretched himself out like a cat. His piercing red eyes locked onto yours as he licked his lips, eager to devour you whole. "Are you ready, pretty? Ready to have me split you open on my cock?"
The "yes" was barely out of your mouth before he pushed in all the way. Your earlier orgasm and his chemical lube helping with the stretch, though the size was delicious. As if perfectly made for you, there wasn't anything on your mind other than pleasure as Moon started thrusting with robotic accuracy--hitting your sweet spot with every perfect thrust. His rhythm was almost perfect, like a metronome, the only indication that you were fucked by a robot. That and the glitchy groans and dirty talk that fell from his opened mouth. His voice box warbled and rasped, and it almost sounded completely destroyed, though you barely heard it over the sound of your own moans. Sun had been careful with you, but Moon fucked you like a perfect machine and an animal all at once. His large hands gripped at you, sharp nails piercing skin though the feeling didn't even register when he fucking you straight into an overwhelming orgasm.
He didn't let up though, continuing his pace like nothing had happened, and you felt tears escape you again as he fucked you brutally through the orgasm. This time he didn't stop when you told him it was too much, licking away your tears as he pushed you down on the bed harder. "Don't cry precious," he rasped, but it seemed he wasn't about to take mercy on you despite your tears. Quite the opposite--his hips didn't cease, and you were pushed over the edge again, sobs from overstimulation falling from your lips. This time he did let up, body shuddering as the feeling of electricity zapping him almost fried his systems. Slowly he pulled out, the only thing dripping from you your own juices and the lube that covered him.
"There there," he soothed you, face contorted in a sardonic grin that had you both aroused and scared. He kissed you, deeply, and you almost gagged on the tongue that invaded your mouth and throat. "I hope you know we're not done by far yet, pretty thing. I am planning on wearing you out fully, and then you sleep, and then when you wake up-!!" His voice caught unnaturally in his throat as his body twitched. You were turned on, but scared. It seemed Sun had been right about Moon's 'issue', personality intensity set to 'too much'.
Yellow bled back into his face, and he growled. He looked back at you and the smirk on his face was much more gentle. "Never mind, it seems Sun has saved you for now. How lucky... or maybe not. I had so much planned for us," he giggled, voice fading as Sun came back to the forefront.
He fretted over you, checking for wounds and saying things like "I'm so glad you're still in one piece", "He must've liked you" and "We should've paid more attention. Lights on, on, on! Can't take a risk like that again!" Words that made you realize Moon was potentially much more dangerous than you thought. The way he completely undid you with robotic precision was still fresh on your mind though, body still coming down from your intense orgasms.
Despite the danger you wondered if maybe you could take the risk another time again...
Tags: double penetration, threesome f/m/m, anbu kakashi and yamato, codenames used, anal and vaginal, fingering, mentions of blood and murder (just ANBU stuff)
Summary: Kakashi and Yamato visit your humble inn as ANBU, and bring with them a group of shinobi chasing them. When they get ambushed and you get hurt they make sure to make it up to you, thoroughly. There's a big mess to be cleaned up later and it's not only going to be the enemy ninja!
You didn't often get visitors in your little inn. Less often you got Shinobi, and even less members of ANBU wearing their tell-tale masks. Your inn was out of the way, and the only reason you still owned it was because it had been in the family for centuries, and you enjoyed the quiet life and the occasional visitor.
So when two ANBU of the hidden leaf stood on your doorstep you couldn't help your staring in barely concealed awe. You had a thing for men in uniform, and you couldn't deny the fact that your eyes were straying to the barely hidden musculature both men exhibited under their grey flak jackets. Their masks were firmly in place as they got a room for the night, clearly done with the mission and needing some rest.
They didn't ask for anything else, not a meal nor to use the baths, and you couldn't help your disappointment, hiding it as best as you could when you pointed them to their room. Emphasizing once again that the baths were part of the service, but they declined.
"We don't want to be a bother," the one with wild grey hair said. "It's better you get some good rest tonight. We'll be heading off before dawn tomorrow." He placed the Ryo on the table and you took it, clearly unable to hide all disappointment as you saw him tilt his head at you. They didn't say anything about it though, heading towards their room swiftly, and you were left alone. A sigh escaped you; you really had hoped to talk to them a bit. Living here alone was a lonely existence, and you always looked forward to the next visitor. Though you also knew some people just liked their solitude, and as a shinobi you probably didn't want to invite nosy inn-keepers.
But you really wanted to get to know them... more intimately. Their imposing presence in your small entryway had you feeling things, things that you had long since buried while living alone in the middle of nowhere.
-
You woke up in the middle of the night, unsure to what had roused you. When you sat up slowly you pricked your ears as you held your breath. You were very used to the sounds of your empty inn, the sounds of the forest around - and what woke you was nothing like that. You couldn't put your finger on it, but it wasn't natural. There was something going on.
Without any sound you moved to your door, peeking out as you made eye contact with a shinobi from a village you didn't recognise.
"Run!!" you managed you yell out before they were upon you. It was obvious they were after the ANBU that spend the night at your inn, and you were damned if you weren't going to give them a fighting chance. Unsure of what lay in store for you all you could think of was yelling out before the enemy ninja would inevitably snuff out your life or use you as hostage.
Sharp pain flooded your senses and the feeling overwhelmed you entirely, causing you to go slack - hitting the floor with a sickening thud. For a second you thought you were dead, but the warm feeling of blood and the sounds of battle that erupted around you told you that you were very much still alive.
Willing your body to move you got out of the way, finding the Konoha ANBU awake and fighting their assailants with relative ease. It wasn't long before a peaceful silence once again fell over the inn, the only sound you heard the sounds of your heart thumping in your ear.
"Didn't think they'd try tonight," the dark haired one spoke. "We shouldn't have endangered this inn-keeper."
"Maa," the other said with a sigh, "it turned out all-right, no? She's a little bruised, but-"
He fell silent when he noticed the blood covering your yukata. "-oh shit." He was upon you in a second, checking for wounds and asking if you were all right.
"Yeah I think I-" he opened the yukata to find the wound, and you yelped, trying to cover yourself from his eyes. The wound was at your side though, thankfully shallow, but bleeding steadily.
"Ahh, my gravest apologies, Okami-san*," he said, grabbing a first aid kit from his pouch. "We really shouldn't have put you in danger like this." He was swift in bandaging you, obvious he had bound many a wound in his time, both on others and himself. "Can you forgive us?"
Despite the regret in his words, his tone of voice was flippant, and you felt a surge of anger inside of you. "Well, you don't sound very apologetic."
"She's right senpai," the other one said, handing him another bandage. "Now she got hurt and it's our fault. After she was so hospitable too."
"I even gave you a discount," you lamented. Honestly you were just glad to be alive, but the mess of bodies and blood around gave you pause. That was going to be a bitch to clean up later, and the ANBU were to blame. They might've saved you, but you were the one that alerted them to the ambush without regard for your own life!
"You hear that senpai, she even gave us a discount!"
The white haired guy sighed, tightening the bandage around you a little more, ignoring the way your hands had lowered in your tirade, showing the soft slope of your breast and if he looked closer your nipples as well.
He coughed. "Well, we-"
"Senpai."
"Fine, we're sorry we involved you and your inn into drawing out our pursuers. But it worked out in the end, and look, you're all patched up!" he leaned back, splaying out his hands in a ta-dah motion, and you couldn't help but let out a giggle. A slight wince followed as your body finally fully registered the pain of the wound. "Now, that's all. Unless of course you need us to soothe your wounds some more..."
His voice dropped and you felt yourself tense. Your eyes went to him and then to the one behind him. He seemed as confused as you were, standing stiffly behind the white-haired ANBU now crowding your space. "Um-"
"Don't think I didn't notice the way you were looking at us, Okami-san. I could even smell your arousal when we stepped in. Is that why you offered the baths to us?"
Whoa, whoa, whoa, he could smell you!!?? You tried to discreetly smell your clothes, but it wasn't very discreet at all when the two were watching your every move with sharp eyes.
"Don't worry, Okami-san. You smell fine. Great even, a nice floral scent. My nose is just a little more sensitive than the average human's you see. There's nothing you can hide from me," he pointed to his nose and then to his left eye, though you weren't sure why exactly. He did make you feel very small and vulnerable though. The way he sat on his haunches in front of you, crowding your space while his face was masked and unreadable, and you were wounded in front of him, topless and-
Oh yeah, you remembered your yukata was fully opened with sudden clarity. Your hands were hiding your breasts, but barely. The bandage hid nothing and you blushed deeply, your hands moving back to their spot to hide yourself fully.
But this was exactly what you wanted, wasn't it? You cleared your throat, willing your voice to be steady when you said: "The baths are a free service for all visitors, ANBU-san, but this isn't." Your hands fell away from your breasts, showing yourself to them fully as you leaned back. The choked moan coming from the man still standing and the chuckle from the one hunched over you had your pussy throb immediately.
"Senpai, are you sure?" the standing man said, and as you looked over you saw the white haired ANBU remove their mask, pulling it up as he leaned forward to kiss you. When he pulled away his mask was gone and you looked into his mismatched eyes. He was much more handsome than you even dared to hope, and you couldn't help the sound of pleasure that fell from your mouth when he moved back in to kiss you more deeply.
"I am who they call 'the Hound'", he said between kisses, pushing against you as you tried to keep up. Before you realized it he was between your legs, pushing his core against yours as your legs were wrapped around his criminally tiny waist. He motioned for the other to join, and you motioned with him. If you were going to do this, you were going to enjoy them both. Life was short, and you didn't have many chances like this.
"I'm... You can call me 'Tenzō', the other man said, removing his own mask. He had round, dark eyes that seemed to fly all over the place, much more skittishly than the eyes of the one who called himself "the hound". When he leaned over to kiss you it was short, sweet and over all too quickly. "Can we, uh, senpai, can we move to a more appropriate place than this?"
He gestured to the room with all the enemies still around, and you groaned in exasperation. Despite the scent of blood thick in the air you'd almost forgotten about the herculean cleaning task that lay ahead of you. "Yes, let's," the Hound said, and lifted you up without any effort.
"Point us to your room or ours," he said, "whichever is closest."
You led him to your room, goosebumps all over your skin when he kept nipping and licking at your neck, scenting and marking you all while carrying you to the bed.
Your legs were still around him, something you only noticed the second he threw you on your bed and your core immediately felt cool and empty without being pressed against his tight stomach.
"Keep her warm while I secure the perimeter," the Hound said, giving you a closed eyed smile while putting his mask back on. "Make sure she's all ready for us both by the time I'm back, will ya?" The mask did nothing to muffle the desire that roughened his voice and you shivered.
Tenzō stumbled to the bed, not sure if he should salute or acknowledge his superior or what he should say. He made do with a mumble of 'yessir' as he moved over you. The blush was deep on his face, and he seemed like wasn't too sure what to do with the current situation. The bulge that formed in his black pants told you in no uncertain terms how he felt though, and though he seemed unsure his body was warm and strong on top of you. Arms like small tree trunks by your side, caging you in. There was a small tattoo on his arm, a symbol of ANBU, and though you wanted to spend more time just taking in the man that was pushing you into the soft fabric of you bed, there was something else you much rather did first.
Looking back into his dark eyes you saw him gulp, but he leaned in to kiss you all the same. "You want this, right?" he said as he moved away. "You're sure?"
Your arms reached around his head, curling into his short brown hair. "Yes," you said, breathlessly as your legs wrapped around him, pushing your heated core against him as he groaned softly at the stimulation. "I am very sure that I want you both tonight."
He leaned back to kiss you, rougher this time, as gloved hands went down your yukata, skipping the bandage as he went straight for the only part of you that was still covered. His fingers were surprisingly agile as he undid the knot, leaving you completely bare before him. He kissed you deeply, like he tried to savour you, and the slow pace had you gasp and rut against him softly.
A clinking sound as he moved down your body, and it seemed he had only just now realized that he was still wearing his gloves and the metal arm guards. The fabric was soaked in blood and he blushed, apologising for the streak of the red essence that he had left on your soft skin. Quickly he took the gloves off, deciding to also shed the flak jacket, though he kept the rest of his outfit on. Until Kaka- the Hound would give the all clear he wasn't going to get caught in a state of undress.
Uncovered fingers found your core needy and wet, and he blushed deeper as a finger went in to test the waters. He might've mumbled something about it, but it seemed he was too self-conscious to make any real comments, keeping his thoughts to himself while he focused on fingering you. His movement was without pause though, his body sure in its actions and your toes curled, hoping you'd hear him talk to you more in the throes of passion that surely lay ahead.
"Tenzō," you gasped, "Don't stop-"
He didn't, calloused fingers moving deeper inside than your own fingers ever could, his thumb on your clit as your head was thrown back in pleasure. You reached your orgasm quickly, unravelled expertly by the blushing man on top of you, a contradiction in actions that wasn't lost on you. The gasp that came from you echoed in your room and Tenzō leaned down to kiss you when you came down from your high, his own arousal pushed firmly against your core that clenched around nothing.
"What a sweet sound to come back to," came another voice, and you tried to sit up in alert, not yet used to the voices of both men. The ANBU on top of you wasn't alerted though, and when you saw the white haired man step into the room you understood why. "Think she can take us now?"
You moaned, pressing harder against Tenzō, who shivered in your hold, body rumbling in a deep groan as he replied to the Hound. "I don't know senpai. That depends on what you have in mind for us to do..."
The second the Hound removed his ANBU mask and the fabric mask under that you saw how wide his grin was. "Well, Tenzō, that is certainly a great question. You see I have some ideas I like to try out after reading- well... anyway, that is to say, I have some ideas." He cut himself off with a cough, moving over to take Tenzō's place on top of you as he pulled you up to sit on his thighs. He sat on his knees with you leaning against him, and he pulled your cheeks apart for Tenzō to see your dripping pussy between them.
A groan came from both men as you arched your back, wiggling your ass at Tenzō while at the same time rutting against the Hound in front of you. "I should have some lube in the drawer over at the bedside," you said, sense of shame gone after your first orgasm. There was something you wanted to try yourself, and that was taking them both, each in one hole.
Tenzō's body moved before his mind as he scrambled for the bedside table. Sure enough a bottle of lube was procured and he squirted some on his hand to warm it.
Meanwhile the man holding you had taken off his gloves and armour, pants pushed down to release his throbbing dick. It was imperative that the surroundings were safe, he would never do something like this otherwise... well, it wasn't like this happened often. If at all. While securing the perimeter though the only thing he could think of was you, his dick already hard at the thought of your body under him, so needy, smelling so good. He knew Tenzō would take care of you well, but he was slightly jealous that he hadn't let the other secure the surroundings instead so he could be in bed with you.
Now that he had you in his hold he wasn't going to let you go though - the head of his cock rubbing against your sopping lips and clit, feeling you shiver and moan in his hold. Tenzō stood at your other side, holding the lube and looking unsure, but with a little more wiggling from you he moved into action. The second his finger breached your backside opening Kakashi pushed into you from the front, taking your mind of the strange feeling of Tenzō's fingers penetrating your hole. He pushed in, tentatively, setting a rhythm together with his senpai as he prepared you for him.
You looked so good, flushed cheeks and teary eyes as Kaka- the Hound pushed deeply inside you, making you see stars as he kissed and nipped at your neck. He felt himself throb almost painfully, so eager to be inside you he felt himself leak into his pants. Quickly he released himself. Bloodstains were a little easier to explain than him creating another mess, and he doubled the pace.
He wasn't sure he was done yet, but you were already begging for him to push in as well. "Please Tenzō, put it in me as well, I want to feel you both-" you gasped, and his ears burned as his fingers retreated. You were so warm and soft, so tight even around his fingers. He swallowed thickly as he lined himself up, pushing inside with a frown and grit teeth. You were as tight as he thought, and he groaned low as you cried out from the strange feeling.
The Hound was quick to take your mind off of it, his fingers on your clit while kissing you deeply, and Tenzō found he could push in much easier now with you distracted.
"Relax," the white-haired man said, "It will feel so good, I promise." His own voice was thick with arousal, holding back his release as he slowly fucked into you. You felt so good around him, walls gripping him tight--tighter even when Tenzō started thrusting inside as well, and he was losing his grip. He didn't want to cum just yet, he wanted to enjoy you much longer, though he felt how close you were as well.
You were sandwiched between the two, holding on for dear life as you were fucked from both sides with thrust that got rougher and rougher. "Yes, yes, please," you babbled, not sure what it was you were asking for, but needing just a little more. "I'm gonna, ahh-"
"Come for me, pretty girl," the Hound said, almost growling, while Tenzō was in your ear telling you to "Let go with us please, precious, I can't... I can't hold on- You feel so good-"
You came harder than you ever had before, stars across your vision as you milked both men for all they were worth. Gushing around them as you felt them come with you, pushed over the edge by your sounds, your expression, your body. The gasps that came from them were so erotic they could get you to come again, catching your breath between kissing both men one after the other. It was sloppy and breathless, but it was delicious to feel the difference between how they handled you.
They seemed to be in control much faster than you were, breaths even as their bodies were still strong and moving you this and that way. You were handled like a small child, as if you weighed nothing, and once again you felt yourself grow aroused. It seemed you hadn't had enough of them yet, and judging by the way the Hound was telling Tenzō what to do next in the scenario he was trying to replicate, neither were they.
Tags: Quiet sex, semi-public sex, mentions of the akatsuki and kabuto
Summary: You're Orochimaru's spy, keeping him up to date on Akatsuki's movements. He takes care of you just outside of the hideout, traitor on traitor.
The trees were dense and night had fallen, but you were sure that you were in full view of anyone that walked by. You were certain all of the Akatsuki was aware of what you were doing. Two Akatsuki traitors, one outed and one still in secret.
"Are you uncomfortable, my little spy?" Orochimaru hissed in your ear, holding you against a tree as he pushed his lower body against you. "Having second thoughts?"
Arousal flooded your system as you felt him against you, a small moan escaping your mouth that you bit back, fearful of any noises alerting Zetsu or anyone else that might be patrolling the area. "Maybe about the place we're in, Lord Orochimaru," you replied, arms behind your back where he held them steadily. A long tongue lolled out, licking up your neck and towards your mouth that he found open and wanting. He devoured your mouth without much effort, dominating you easily as his tongue licked almost all the way into your throat. You gagged, once, before he retreated, pushing back in as he fucked your throat with his tongue.
As he retreated you were left with drool running down your chin, and your lower body throbbing against his arousal that was insistently pushing against your stomach. "I'm sure we'll be fine if you're really quiet, pet," he said, voice lowering in a conspiring manner. "Kabuto is on the lookout, and I'm sure he'll alert us to any onlookers, but you're going to have to bite back your moans of pleasure I'm afraid."
A cool hand ran over your clothed body, hand finding its way under the fabric to touch your heated skin. You shivered, never getting used to how cold his arms were, much colder than the rest of his body, and he wasn't exactly the warmest person around.
"Can't we move?" you whimpered, arching into him as he used the arm holding your hands to push your hips into his'. "To somewhere safer?"
He pulled back, disappointment on his face. "We could, but who knows if you can hold my interest that long, sweet thing. Now, no more complaining, unless you want me to leave you here."
With those words you gave in, lust clouding your senses as you shrugged. You were sure you'd be fine. Orochimaru needed you to be his spy, he wouldn't risk you getting caught like this... probably. His hand was over your mouth and thing, cool fingers in your pants, curling inside of your wet entrance.
"Already so soaked for me?" he said, voice teasing and grin wider than it had any right to be, showing sharp snake-like fangs. His hand retreated and you couldn't help but whine at the loss, he moved it to his face to wrap his tongue around its entirety, licking your arousal off his fingers with a low groan.
"Hurry," you whined, voice whispered, your heart was pounding in your throat at the thought that you could get caught at anytime, and your pussy was throbbing for him. You could see the tell-tale tent in his garb as well, and you were so impatient. He didn't make mention of it, he was quite impatient himself, and he realized that where they were going to be fucking was definitely not a safe place. There was a slight tremble in his arms when he pulled your pants down, exposing yourself to his hungry eyes. The slits dilated, almost swallowing the green around it, and you had to bite back a moan at the sight of him. His dick was soon freed as well, pale and throbbing, with a prominent vein that you couldn't wait to feel against your sensitive walls. The pressure of time and the fear of being caught only made you wetter. You were pushed harder against the tree as he pushed in, and you slapped a hand over your mouth to keep in the noises of pleasure that were threatening to slip from you. His teeth were grit and eyes narrowed as he pushed in all the way in a firm thrust that had him fill you to the brim.
"Good, stay quiet now," he rumbled, voice barely more than a hiss as he started a fast, desperate tempo. With the way neither of you had planned this it was obvious that the sexual tension between the two of you had finally reached crescendo, both unable to hold back any longer despite the situation. Somewhere you felt regret that this was the way it came to be, but on the other hand you were on cloud nine right now, knowing that you'd never forget this tryst.
"Fuck," you hissed against your hand, head thrown back as he leaned down to your neck, long tongue once again marking you with his scent. You'd really have to take a shower before you got back. Coming back reeking of sex was explainable--very explainable in fact since you'd snuck away as a spy and needed some sort of easy lie to use as to why you were gone for so long without telling anyone. Coming back reeking of Orochimaru was much more difficult to explain, but you couldn't push him away when he was making you feel so good. His moans were bit back, muffled by your skin as the sound of his hips slapping against yours and the unmistakable wet sounds of sex were the only thing that could betray you now. By the way his body was tense against you you knew despite the roughness he was holding back, trying to keep the noises to a minimum, but it was hard to do when both of you were drowning in pleasure.
A moan slipped from your mouth at a well aimed thrust, and he didn't even admonish you, throwing caution to the wind as both of you reached your peak one after the other. Cum leaked from you as you tried to catch your breath, body weak and pussy spasming around his softening cock.
His long hair hid his face from you as he leaned back, seemingly also needing some time to compose himself. When he leaned his head back to look at you though his signature smirk was back on his face and the blush that painted his pale cheeks the only thing that betrayed what the both of you had just done.
"Don't tell Kabuto, but you're my favourite spy," he said, and you scoffed. You sure hoped so. You doubted he fucked Kabuto against a random tree in the forest like a horny teenage boy despite the danger of being caught. "Now, be a good pet and rendezvous with me soon. You wouldn't want to keep me waiting too long after this."
You shrugged, but nodded. Unsure if you could hide your spy activities from the Akatsuki much longer if this was going to happen anytime you two met up. You found yourself uncaring if this is what awaited you in Orochimaru's care though...
Summary: You're doing a Halloween prop hunt in an abandoned fair, but find out you're the one being hunted.
As you looked into your own eyes in your reflection, legs thrown over the man(?) fucking you looking like a completely different creature in the mirror, you wondered how you'd gotten here.
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After a particularly nasty storm some years ago the local fair that was so well beloved was abandoned, ghosts of buildings still standing and deteriorating every year since. It had become a local hangout spot for teenagers looking for trouble, for urban explorers to film their content, a place where you and your friends held a test of courage in the form of a prop hunt this year. One of your friends boyfriend had gone out to hide little bags of candy and other Halloween related props out in the abandoned buildings, for you and your group to find, and you were itching to win.
Of course a lot of the stuff would have been found already, the place wasn't exactly free of other people, but tonight it seemed the fair was as abandoned as it looked. A deadly quiet settled as the night fell around you and your group, all having phones at the ready and giggling as you got ready for a fun night of scares in a fairly safe place. Of course it had been scouted beforehand, and your friends' boyfriends had formed a small group to make sure you were all safe and sound even if you were to stray a little bit too far.
All in all, it was proving to be a fun time. Adrenaline flooding your veins as the start signal sounded, and you ran towards the closest fair attraction. Everything looked spooky and unnatural in the low light of the moon, and you couldn't suppress a shiver.
It was only a couple minutes in when a thick mist descended on the fair, and it was getting hard to see. There were some street lanterns lighting the area, but most had been cut off from the grid, causing the abandoned fair to be barely visible at the best of times. Of course at this point the group should have abandoned the test of courage, decided that tonight was not going to be a good night to be individually exploring the fair, but the setup had taken so much time, and what were the chances of another night where the fair would be abandoned even by annoying teenagers?
So the prop hunt continued, against everyone's better judgement. It wasn't long before you found it hard to see where you were, looking around to find a place of reference. A body shot through the mist, and you yelled out for them. Deciding to follow another person so that if you were to get lost at least you wouldn't be alone. The shadow moved through the mist with grace, as if the person could see perfectly despite the weather, and you frowned as you tried to keep up with their speed. Whoever it was that you were following, you were sure they'd be able to keep you safe. Though you'd probably lose the chance to win the scavenger hunt at this pace.
"Hey, wait up!" you yelled out when they flitted between abandoned fair attractions, causing you to almost lose sight of them. "How about we look together?"
They paused, and you could've sworn you heard a high pitched giggle through the wisps of mist around you. Slowly you came closer, realizing that the person you followed was in a full clown costume. Tall, intimidating and grotesque makeup, you were impressed and slightly unnerved when you caught sight of their face. It would seem someone had upped the ante, one of the boys must've dressed up to scare the girls. You weren't too affected though. Clowns were pretty cool, and you probably liked them a little more than you should.
Before you reached him though, he left again, and you realized he was leading you to the largest structure still standing; the mirror maze. A drop of rain fell on your nose, and you only thought for a second before you decided it was better to be inside right now.
Quickly you followed him in, knowing that if there were going to be any props left to hunt they'd be in here. The second you stepped over the threshold of outside and inside though, you paused, body rigid as you took in the sights before you.
It was a lot less destroyed inside than you remembered, unbroken mirrors greeting you as you shuffled inside. You used your phone flashlight to find your way, unsure if the glare of the light made it harder or easier to find your path through the maze, but uncaring in the end. You had time, and it was much better being in here than out there. You heard the drizzle of rain hit the outside of the building and grinned when you found your first trinket. A small bag of candy with a note, on it a scribbled picture of a pumpkin. Yes, you found another prop. You put it in your bag with the rest, hoping that there was more stuff further in. The second you got up though you came face to face with the clown you had followed in, making you stumble back, startled. Your back hit another mirror and you were glad you didn't hurt yourself. Your phone hit the ground, flashlight lighting the area you were in from below, casting long shadows.
"What the fuck-" you hissed out, and took in the tall man in front of you. He didn't look like anyone you recognised, but he was dressed up really well, with a full face of makeup to match. "Didn't see you there."
He tilted his head, large grin unnerving and making you pause. The clown was intimidating in both height and the way he looked at you, but more than intimidation you felt other emotions bubble up within you. Interest and arousal. A little bit of fear got you going, and today was no exception.
"Hiya down there," the clown said, voice whimsical but raspy, waving at you as he sneered at your expression. "Don't forget to close that pretty mouth, pet. You don't want to catch any flies."
Quickly you closed your mouth, not even realizing you were gaping up at him, and you covered your lower face with a hand in embarrassment. "Don't make fun of me!"
He giggled, a strange sound that sounded both uncanny and whimsical and you couldn't help the fact that you were affected by this strange encounter in a dark mirror maze.
"Silly thing, I don't have to make fun of you, you'll do it yourself. You have all the mirrors here to show you what you look like..." his voice dropped, as did his body as he bend down to pounce on you, like a predator jumping prey, "...when I feast on you." All whimsy gone when he leaped forward, making you scramble back. All around you were mirrors though, and you were unsure to the way back, the exit seemingly having vanished into thin air. Its maw unhinged and fear dominated the earlier arousal that you'd felt, but it wasn't gone. The creature that definitely wasn't a clown realized that too as it stopped right in front of you with a frown on its face.
"Would you look at that," he said, voice raspy as blue eyes turned a gleaming orange, burning like embers and the heat of a dying sun. "Once in a while you meet broken things like you that don't know what to feel when they meet silly ol' Pennywise. Always so... intriguing." Gloved hands ran down your face, and you scrunched your nose when you smelled a faint whiff of cotton candy and popcorn, intensifying when you just stood there rooted to the spot.
Your eyes caught sight of its reflection in the mirror behind it. The spot where it had jumped from seemingly having closed unnaturally behind him. You could have chalked it up to the illusion of the mirror mazes if its reflection didn't warp and change right before your eyes. Something strange was going on in this funhouse, and you weren't sure if you were somehow dreaming right now.
The clown inhaled deeply, nosing your neck and cleavage as if he wanted to commit your scent to memory. "Yess," he said, "there's that delicious, beautiful fear, but also... something else."
He leaned down, movement snappy and uncanny, and you dared not move, eyes not straying from its reflection in the mirror that had taken a whole other form entirely. A large spider-like creature looked back at you, like the clown had eyes on the back of its head, and you shivered, wondering why you were still feeling that insistent throbbing at your core.
The clown, Pennywise, noticed too, nose against the front of your jeans as he groaned low in his throat. "Well, I was hoping for a little extra snack to have me filled through the hibernation, but..."
The moan that fell from your lips slipped out against your will, and you slapped both hands over your mouth this time. Face burning as you looked down, meeting the amber eyes of the clown that was hunched over in front of you. "I will devour you in another way altogether, pet."
He pushed up against you, jaw opening over your jeans as a tongue licked you through the fabric.
"What the fuck-" you groaned, unsure what the fuck was going on, but definitely turned on by the way its many fangs pierced the fabric and your skin underneath. You wanted this damn clown for some reason, you wanted it bad. And it wanted you bad, it seemed, by the way it practically ate you out over your clothes. You groaned, grabbing at its large head, but before you could make contact your world shifted, back now against the floor as you gasped in surprise. He was on top of you, your legs on either side of his hips.
"No touchy," he growled, voice melodic under all the rasp, and large claws erupted from the glove clad hands. "Be a good little pet and take it good."
The squeal you let out was embarrassing and entirely understandable, when the creature pushed a large, moving bulge against your core. The only thing on your mind was "what the fuck" and "I need that inside of me", wondering when you'd become such a whore. His claws ripped through your clothes and you struggled slightly, fight or flight activated despite your arousal, and it laughed--a giggling, whimsical laugh that tapered off near the end like an audio file glitching.
"Oh, you're going to fight poor Pennywise now? Do you want me to let you go?" he let you move away from him before pulling you back again, right up against his erection that burned through your wet jeans, "...close! So close." As he pulled your clothes off he kept letting you struggle away before pulling you back, until you lost the will to flee and gave into the arousal that took over your senses with every grinding motion against his cock. "No more fighting?" he said, giggling. "But we had so much fun with it."
The clown outfit he wore seemed to melt off of him until both of you were naked in the mirror maze. You could not escape your reflection as you gave into the feeling of rutting against him. In your eyes you saw elation, guilt, confusion and bliss, swirling together in an expression you didn't recognise on you. His reflection seemed to be perfectly the same from every angle; a large monstrous spider-like creature that seemed to glow from the inside, eyes burning into you wherever you looked.
His cock was large, prehensile, and you'd never felt anything like it when he pushed in. His maw once again opening as he bit down on your shoulder. Blood pooled from the wound and you cried out in pain, the feeling soon mixing with the pleasure. The clown seemed elated, sounds pouring from his lips like the drool that dripped down on you as he rutted into you like an animal.
"Yesss, yes, good pet. It's been ages, agessss I say," he babbled, grabbing at your skin and licking at the wound. You arched your back, eyes focused on your reflection as your mind drowned in bliss. Every push inside you had you moan out, uncaring about where you were and if anyone could come across you. It just felt so good, and it shouldn't, and that made it feel even better somehow. Looking down into the eyes of the creature in front of you. He grinned, wider than it should, and you moaned out, head thrown back as he fucked you straight into an intense orgasm that had your toes curl as your legs tightened around him.
"Fuckkk," you whined, feeling him stutter inside of you. Tentacle-like cock twitching and curling itself inside of you while your walls undulated around him. His eyes rolled back into his head, fully, and you shivered at the sight while he came, pushing his cum into you with ever lazy roll of his hips. There was so much, so much that you felt your stomach bulge, cum so hot it felt burning against your insides pouring out on the floor.
His hand roughly pat your head with every spurt, messing up your hair as he seemed to be in trance for a bit. You let the feeling wash over you as both of you came down for your high.
"Very good," he muttered, eyes once again on you. "Very tasty, tasty." His clothes were back on, and he stood immediately as if nothing had happened. "Goodbye pet. I'll see you soon... very soon." Your phone flashlight flickered and went out. Your hand reaching on the filthy floor to find your phone and turn the lights back on, but when you pointed the flashlight forward you saw the clown had vanished.
You leaned your head back, legs falling open as proof of what had happened leaked from your abused cunt. A giggle echoed through the maze, carrying with it the scent of popcorn and cotton candy. Your hands ran over your face, pinching your cheeks to see if you were dreaming, but you were certain what had happened was real.
You realized your outfit lay in shreds at your feet, and you groaned.
Summary: Hecarim is a jerk, but you take his verbal abuse when it means you get to have him fuck you. He's a centaur and you know he's big, anticipating the stretch as he mounts you.
You'd taken big guys before, and you did it with gusto in your humble opinion. Though Aatrox might have been a bridge too far, you took a champion like Mordekaiser like a champ. A new challenger had appeared though, and it was none other than Hecarim.
He was an asshole to you most of the time. A smug bastard showing off, acting like he was too good for you and that he was doing you a favour talking to you, but there was an underlying current of want - perhaps even need.
That he enjoyed your company despite his foul personality was a given. Everyone could see that he kept you down to make himself feel good, but he didn't tolerate anyone else speak bad about you. When someone was a jerk to you he would even come to your "rescue" on occasion, and though you hadn't asked for it, you couldn't deny that it did make you feel a little better. It wasn't all great, he wasn't exactly the best company, but you had gotten used to the champions personalities and how most of them were more than a little rough around the edges.
He was your dark knight in shining armour. Protecting you from others and leaving the bullying to himself.
You let his comments slide off your back, only really interested in 1 thing from him. After all, he was a large monstrous centaur with a booming, rumbly voice that vibrated your very bones. You wanted his huge cock up your pussy.
And with the way his glowing eyes followed your every movement, intimidating you with his height and making more than the occasional comment about your looks, he wanted that too.
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One thing led to another, and that's how you found yourself against a wall near the stables. Intimidating, armoured, ghost centaur hovering over your small frame as you had to crane your neck to look at him.
"I'm starting to feel like you don't know what you're asking for, mortal," he said, voice lowered to an almost whisper as he ran his weapon of choice - a heavy looking glaive - from your legs to your chin, dragging your summoners cloak up as he went. "I will cleave you in half."
Though he held the blade against your neck, it was obvious he wasn't talking about the weapon hurting you. If he was in any way build like a horse "down there" his cock was going to be proportionally big, and though you had flirted your way into this situation, you agreed that you might have bitten off more than you could chew. Though that was never going to stop you.
As you looked down a ghostly green cock greeted you, already emerged from its sheath, and you licked your lips.
"I might be crazy, but I know what I want," you replied, leaning forward against the sharp blade of the glaive. He instantly retreated it, pausing for just a second before a booming laugh erupted from him.
"Indeed."
His face was nearly static, a combination of a human head and the helmet he wore when the Shadow Isles were created in a blast of corrupted magic. Sharp, metal teeth were at your neck, biting down and leaving bloody scratches in their wake. Nothing about him was gentle. Large, clawed hands kneading your soft body as he made appreciating sounds in the back of his throat. He moved you this way and that, pushing you up higher against the wall so he wouldn't have to crane down so much, his hands reaching under your cloak and into your pants until he found what he was looking for. Your lower lips that were already swollen with anticipation. He hissed something about how wet you were as sharp claws carefully entered your throbbing hole. He fingered you roughly as you were hanging on for dear life, knowing that you needed all the prep you could get. He bit at your neck, holding you up until your feet left the ground as he pushed and pulled at your outfit, making sure he had free access to every part of you without disrobing you. It wasn't so much that he cared about your privacy as much as just him being impatient, but it served the purpose of you being anonymous enough. You could pass for any other summoner and though you still hoped no Riot agents of the Institute of War were to come across you, you could probably run and maintain your innocence as they looked who to ban. You were practically drooling, moving your hips forward desperately chasing orgasm while he added more fingers. You reached your climax soon, shuddering and moaning, head thrown back against the wall. Only realizing he'd put his entire fist up your pussy when he pulled it out and you saw it glisten in the light.
"Look at that," he said, "You might be able to take me after all, despite you being so small." He couldn't grin in the traditional sense, but you heard the glee in his voice as he took in his fist covered in your juices.
Then he decided you needed a change of scenery.
He wasn't gentle with you as he dragged you up, finding a bench nearby he could deposit you on. Your knees scraped against the rough wood, and as you tried to look over your shoulder you were pushed forward roughly, ghostly body pushed up against you. Through the cloak you wore you couldn't feel much, but the throbbing against your ass cheeks reaching all the way to your shoulder blades had you swallow thickly. His hands held your belly up, dragging your body against his lower body and he made a growling sound at the friction.
"Stay this way," he growled, holding your ass up against him. "Or don't. I will use you as a cock sleeve either way."
You held yourself up high, rubbing your ass against his lower belly. The bench you were on was just a little too low for you to be comfortable, your arms already straining, but you'd manage. You hoped. His first thrust against you had you fall forward and you groaned. Maybe you had overestimated yourself a little, or underestimated the force with which Hecarim moved against you. He scoffed.
"Come on, little summoner, with all that power you exert to control us champions I'd expected a little more from you." His words were scathing, but they didn't hurt so much when his throbbing cock was against your back while he humped your ass.
"Just... just hold me up or something," you hissed, getting back up and feeling the wood of the glaive under your arms, pulling you up under his belly. He wasn't going to lean down unnecessarily, not risking any strain to his back while he took his sweet time mounting you. It was uncomfortable and hurt your chest a bit, but it would keep you in place. You'd be more angry if your hands weren't free to undo your jeans fully now. Hanging on for dear life as he chuckled at your impatience while you dragged the pants down, pulling up the cloak as you wiggled your ass up at him. The centaur bristled, hind legs kicking when he realized you were finally ready for him.
You were still leaking, clear liquid dripping down your legs as you anticipated him inside of you. It would be a stretch, despite the earlier preparation, and you swallowed thickly when you felt the flared tip of his ghostly cock against your burning core.
"Hecarim," you groaned, feeling him push in slowly, pulling you tighter against him. "Please be gent-"
He pushed in as far as he was able before you could finish your sentence, a cruel, booming laugh vibrating through you as he moved. "You can take it," he said, voice thick with pleasure while he mounted you, penetrating deeper inside you than you thought you ever were.
The words were fucked from your lungs with every push, unable to take a full breath before he rutted back into you with almost violent thrusts. The only sounds leaving you were gasped breaths as you tried to hold on, taking him as good as your human body could. He seemed satisfied enough if the rumbling groans were any indication.
His dick felt like heaven and hell all at once, and you weren't sure if you were dying from pleasure or just hanging on for dear life. He was in so deep you swore he hit your cervix with every thrust, and you cried out in arousal and pain, brain struggling to keep up as you were fucked stupid by the large ghostly centaur. He paid little mind to your internal struggle, taking from you what he wanted with loud sounds of pleasure, uncaring to cover any of his pleasured noises. The large cock throbbed inside of you, and the thought that you could take him and cause him that much pleasure had you floating, orgasm quickly building again as you leaked down onto the bench below you. As you looked down you could see the bulge in your belly every time he pushed into you, and you reached down to touch it, pressing down and sobbing in pleasure at the feeling. You were glad he was holding you up, certain with the way you were shaking from pleasure you wouldn't have been able to, crying out when you reached orgasm. Tears running down your face as you squeezed down on him, milking him for all he was worth.
He came soon after, groaning about how small and tight you were as he filled you to the brim with hot cum. And then some more. The bulge of his cock seemed to grow as he spend himself inside, cum filling you to the brim and leaking out down your legs. The bench below you was not saturated with both your cum and his, and you sobbed at the feeling and thought of it.
"Fuck, Heca," you cried, shuddering against him as he held you tight to him, unable to escape the onslaught of his seed hitting your insides.
"There we go," he groaned, "took me well, very well."
You were lowered down onto the bench, the cool feeling of his belly disappearing from your back while you tried to cover yourself back up with the cloak you were wearing. Birds still sung their little songs around you, reminding you of where you were right now, keeping you awake though your body cried out for sleep.
"Think you can take another load?" he said, voice tinged by sadistic pleasure as you saw his hanging cock twitch back up, ready for another round. "I'm sure you can."
A groan came from you when you leaned back onto the bench, legs widening without your brain telling them to. Your muscles and pussy screamed at you for rest, but the thought of taking him again had you aroused all the same. Maybe you needed to convince him to take it to a bedroom.
Is this probably super OOC? Absolutely! I think Stanley and Xeno are way too professional for this, HOWEVER! This is the prompt for today, and I didn't want to end this with "but it was all just a dream uwu". So have something spicy on the house, and don't think too deeply about it ;)
Fandom: Dr. Stone
Pairing: Xeno x scientist!reader x Stanley
Wordcount: 1208 words
Tags: Remote control, vibrators, orgasm control, in public
Summary: For your anniversary with Stan and Xeno you've given them a cute little gift. A nondescript remote control that almost screams for them to press the buttons. To your horror they do so when you're in the middle of a meeting.
No. There was no way they'd use the remote now of all times. A slight blush was on your face as you felt the vibrator come to life inside of you. You shouldn't have put it in this morning, that was your fault, but the whole idea of this gift was that neither of you told the other when you'd have it in, or when they'd use the remote (or who). This kept things a nice little secret, which was exactly what you wanted when you gave them the nondescript remote for your anniversary.
Your eyes sought Xeno, who was stone faced, meeting your eyes as his widened, just a fraction. It seemed he was as surprised as you by the fact that you'd worn the vibrator today.
You were in a private meeting. This couldn't be happening. Of course, Xeno wouldn't have resorted to this if he was in any way happy where the conversation was going, and you yourself had already given up on the people in this meeting long before, but still! You crossed your legs, coughing slightly as if to hide your embarrassment. Thankfully you only needed to pretend you were paying attention. You and Xeno were "random" scientists who had been asked to show your faces and agree with everything that was being said or risk being laid off. Stanley was standing in a corner, behind the speaker who was someone or other high up in the army, though it seemed he was sitting out his time as well. Face tight and hiding boredom as he stood at attention, likely just here as a show of force. And potentially because he heard both you and Xeno would be involved. Well, "involved" being a loose term since neither of you was asked to give your actual opinion.
The device was quiet, but not that quiet, and you tried to make eye contact with Xeno again, silently begging him to turn the device off, but it seemed he threw caution to the wind today. A slight smirk on his face as the device didn't turn off - no, it vibrated harder.
Sweat started accumulating on the nape of your neck, your hair tickling your skin as you uncrossed your legs again, crossing them the other way. Oh, this was going to be a test of endurance and self control. You pretended nothing was happening, focusing on Stanley who realized you were looking straight at him. He smirked back knowingly, and you realized in horror he was in on it.
Was this even real? It seemed out of character for both men to do insane shit like this - though on the other hand it was completely within the realm of possibilities. Xeno had looked more and more pissed as the meeting went on, and you had tuned everything out from the start. It seemed it was either this or Xeno was going to yell at everyone in the room how absolutely braindead they were with receipts of their foolishness and all.
You found no mercy from either one of the men in the room, and prayed for them to not push it too far, sweat on your forehead as you pretended you were paying attention.
The man in charge, finally done, asked Xeno to come to the front. Making way for the scientist for him to do what was expected of him. Agree and enlighten the group on a few points that the speaker had left vague. He was expected to speak some science mumbo jumbo that none would understand but would sound like Xeno was in full agreement with the project, but one look at the elegant man told you he would not be doing that.
A new sense of thrill ran through your veins when he stepped up to the board, dark, smug smile on his face as he inhaled deeply. If you weren't already stimulated out of your mind from the vibrator up your pussy you'd definitely feel it now with the way Xeno's presence commanded the room. Both his and Stanley's eyes were on you, Xeno's for a fraction of a second before addressing the crowd while Stan's eyes lingered. You smiled a tight smile at him, knowing that begging Stanley to let up wouldn't work since you were certain Xeno was in control of the remote.
The vibrations were driving you crazy and you bit your lower lip as you folded your legs the other way again, foot tapping against the floor as you counted the seconds towards the end of the meeting. You felt like you were soaking through your outfit, certain that there was going to be a wet spot on the chair if you were to leave. It only served to turn you on more, somehow, and you bit back a moan when Xeno started his monologue. Calm at first, but you heard the underlying irritation that was held back carefully so he could speak as long and thorough as possible. When one of the people seated interrupted him it seemed the dam that had held back his ire finally broke, the doctor breaking out in a tirade that had you practically twitch as you held your orgasm back with the full force of your strength. It seemed he had completely forgotten about you and what he was doing to you, completely absorbed in his anger at the incompetency of the group and how much it wasted his time.
The sweat that now dripped down your back made your blouse cling to your body tightly, your eyes trying to make contact with Xeno or make Stan do something. He just grinned as he looked between his lovers, one angrily monologuing and the other on the brink of orgasm. Xeno's tirade had reached crescendo though and the people around you had no eye for you, jumping up in outrage and yelling at the scientist as you felt yourself getting closer to the edge with every vibration deep inside of you. You were certain you drew blood as you bit your lower lip tightly, desperate to keep the moans in.
At that point your eyes finally made contact with Xeno and his irate expression made way for a smug grin. Stanley behind him looking at you like you were the most precious thing in his life, mouthing the words "good girl" at you as he grinned. The vibrations finally stopped and you were left breathless and sweaty, core throbbing and desperate for release, and you could almost sob in both relief and desperation.
"This meeting is adjourned," Xeno said, as Stanley kept the angry group away from the scientist. "This was a waste of my time, and I have much better things to do." Then he turned to you, reaching out his hand as you tried to stand up with jelly legs. You somehow managed to not make a fool out of yourself as you went over to Xeno who placed an arm around your waist as he held you up. As you glanced back to the chair you had thankfully shoved back under the table you hoped no one would see the mess you'd made - a vest tightly tied around your waist to hide the wet spot on your skirt.
Tags: Somnophilia, extremely dubious consent, fingering, sun mentioned
Summary: Moon finds you asleep on a random chair while you should be doing your rounds, and he carries you somewhere more comfortable. He can't help himself to a little bit of you though, finding himself becoming weak near your vulnerable sleeping body.
Moon loved you when you were awake, but he loved you even more when you were asleep. So soft, vulnerable, and open. Doing just what he wanted you to do; sleep and take care of yourself while he watched over you. Under his watchful gaze no bad guys would get to you.
...except for him, of course. The red glow of his eyes the only light revealing your form to him. You were so tired, their little nightguard. He had ordered you, practically begged you to go to sleep, and here you were. Asleep in a random chair somewhere in the halls. And he really should let you sleep, he really should. But the way you're just lying there, so free of the world's worries, so vulnerable to anything he could do to you? It tickled him in a way that had him withdraw from you as if stung. His thoughts weren't good, and Sun's voice alerted him from inside that he shouldn't even think about waking you.
But what if he just touched you a little bit, without waking you? He could do it. He knows he could. He's done it before, so many times.
"But not like that, bad intentions are forbidden!" Sun warned him from inside. As if he felt the same as Moon. As if he, too, knew what Moon wanted.
"Shut up," Moon said, voice grating and slightly glitched as he kept his hands to himself stiffly. "There are no bad intentions. She would be much more comfortable in our bed, is all."
He felt Sun agree, but their connection was both strong and weak. Where their emotions were intricately linked, it felt like their voices kept getting lost in a mist of static and a voice that wasn't their own.
"Don't want them to get muscle pains, no no. Don't want any others to find them like thisss." They might feel the same way he did, and he couldn't allow that. No one should feel this way about you except him. The thought alone had him tighten his fingers a little more around your relaxed body. He gently lifted you from the chair, chain coming from above to carry him back to the daycare where their own little room was hidden. He'd just take you there and put you on a bed where you could sleep better. There was really nothing strange about his actions.
You groaned a bit in your sleep and if he had a heart it would've beaten out of his chest. It felt against the rules, what he was doing, which it most likely was, and it almost felt like his entire circuit was electrified.
More warnings came from Sun, together with warnings about his circuits overheating. It was strange, the way you could just do this to him. His hands twitched as he watched you lay on their bed. You slowly rolled onto your back, legs falling open and arms above your head as you got comfortable in your new position. His fingers touched your face gently before he could stop himself, but that was still within the rules. Him and Sun despised rulebreakers, but when it came to his own actions Moon had a lot of tolerance - unlike Sun who really was a stickler for the rules himself. He liked to bend them to serve his own whims - fingers inching down to touch your parted lips.
"No yapping from you tonight," he said, chuckling, but before he could finish his sentence a whispered call of his name fell from your lips. His fingers froze and so did his operation system, alarms going off inside of him that he quickly hushed. You were still asleep, he hadn't been caught, but the way you had spoken his voice so breathlessly, still asleep, had him going feral.
He was on top of you in a second, eyes glowing harshly and frozen grin on his face a truly accurate representation of his mental state. "Oh, little nightguard," he rasped, "Still thinking about me when you're asleep? I'll make sure you'll never forget me."
His hands moved as if they had a mind of their own, desperate to draw more noises from you. The buzz that almost seemed to electrify him made him ignore any of Sun's warnings. Though they quickly ceased as if the other, too, couldn't wait to do what Moon was about to do despite that both knew it was bad. Moons large hands caressed your body, running over the curves that you had hidden beneath your uniform, but he knew. His fingers twitched when they ran over your nipples under the fabric, feeling how they hardened and the static hiss that came from his voicebox would have made you run had you been conscious.
He did not feel aroused, that was not possible with his body makeup. He was a robot, an android, an entertainer for kids. He did not have the capability to feel aroused, and yet, as his fingers ran down your body towards your core that were covered by loose fitting jeans, he felt lightheaded almost. His body was trembling with restrained emotion, system on the verge of overheating while his body felt like it was electrocuted but in a good way. If this was what arousal felt like, then he understood why humans were so touchy feely and naughty all the time.
"Starrrr," he rasped, "You don't know what you do to me." His fingers played with the button that kept your jeans closed, opening it with a snap of the wrist. He wasn't about to stop until maybe you woke up, making sure you'd have him on your mind the entirety of your nap.
His name left your lips again and he growled, fingers wiggling inside of your jeans to tease against your panties. Sun, who had been completely quiet in the back of his mind suddenly spoke up again in a panic.
"No, no, no! Bad Moon! This is not allowed! Not allowed at all! We're going to get into trouble! She's going to hate us!" His voice was glitchy and high pitched, desperate for Moon to stop, desperate for Moon to continue, but Moon silenced him once more.
"Shut up. We won't get into trouble. Look - she's dreaming about us, see? And look closer," He pulled your panties down with your jeans, showing your lips wet and glistening in the low light of their room. "She wants us so baaaad, Sun. We can't deny her."
Sun sputtered some more, but he was pushed back again as Moon went back to work. Slowly moving his fingers through your puffy lips as you gasped and frowned slightly in your sleep. It was true that you were having such a great dream, being sandwiched between the two bots who had somehow separated and were somehow able to fuck you. But this was just a dream, something like that couldn't happen in real life, and had you known they felt the same for you than you did for them you'd have trouble believing it.
"So wet," Moon groaned, voicebox peaking like it was on full volume despite him keeping his voice way down. Wouldn't want to wake you, no no. "So beautiful."
Long, dextrous fingers pushed inside, slowly inching their way deeper before setting a slow, sensual rhythm. Your breathing picked up more, and Moons sounds and whispers became more unhinged the more you moved against him. His thumb was on your clit while he fingered you slowly. He no longer thought about needing to keep you asleep, he was only focused on your scrunched up face, the sounds that left your pink lips. The way his body seemed to vibrate and overheat and how he was a slave to some protocols he didn't realize he had. "Yessss," he hissed, as he felt your pussy spasm, faceplate twitching as he moved. The sound that left your mouth was so desperate, so lewd, the clear liquid coating his fingers as you came. Finally his systems stuttered, overheating and body shuddering as he went into forced shutdown.
As you woke up from a wonderful dream you were dressed and cleaned, wondering why you were suddenly in Sun and Moon's room despite the bot being nowhere to be seen.
Tags: Oral Sex, begging, hair pulling, dry humping, coming untouched, technically Obito but very specifically Tobi for this one.
Summary: Tobi loves sweet things, and he loves the taste of your pussy most of all.
Tobi liked sweet things. He'd told you that many times, but even if he hadn't you would have realized that early on. Though he hid his face with a mask even while eating he wouldn't let any chance go by without ordering some dango. Sometimes he would change it up, and get some savoury dango, but these times were scarce, and were usually followed by Tobi being uncharacteristically quiet. While eating he'd lift the mask above his mouth, devouring the food with a speed that revealed how much he seemed to enjoy it, and put the mask back afterwards. Usually he'd look away also, so there'd be no chance to see his face at all, but he was a little different around you.
You see, Tobi liked sweet things, and Tobi absolutely adored you. Meeting you had been the only time the man was speechless for a full 10 minutes until Zetsu told him to stop being rude and introduce himself. He was a handful, using any time off to come bother you, and though others (read: Deidara) nearly had a conniption every time they even saw the swirl of his mask, you didn't mind spending time with the strange man.
There had to be a reason why someone like him was part of the Akatsuki, you'd thought, so you tried to treat him in a way that was both respectful but also distant. This only seemed to egg him on more, trying to spend more and more time with you. When you turned from being distant to teasing him you knew you had him wrapped around your little finger.
And through teasing you had him where you wanted; between your legs, begging for a taste of your sweet nectar. His mask was above his lips, showing a pale face that was scarred on one side, tongue out as if he was a dog and couldn't help himself.
"Please," he begged, "please y/n-senpai, let me taste you today!"
He was already pussy drunk, and you hadn't done anything yet, except tease him a little. You smirked down at him, knowing you had him at your mercy, at least for now. It seemed Tobi was in control today, no strange, deep voice coming out and scaring the living daylights out of you. There was not going to be punishment for you, as long as you didn't push it too far. That's all you figured out from the mysterious man.
Right now he wanted you, bad. If him nuzzling your thighs was anything to go by, the way he grabbed your legs like they were a lifeline. The way he already pushed his hips against the ground as he lay on top of you, pinning you down.
"I'm not sure, Tobi," you said, "Do you deserve it?"
He groaned into your crotch, nuzzling your hidden pussy and nosing at your clothed clit. A small sigh escaped you at the action, almost giving in already, but you held strong. "Please," he replied, whiny voice pitching up near the end as he inhaled your scent. "I've been a good boy."
"Sure, Tobi," you said. It was true, he was a good boy. "Go ahead."
He didn't let you say it twice, gloved hands pulling down your pants as he placed open mouthed kisses down your pussy. There was only a thin layer between you; the fabric of your panties the only thing separating his tongue from your folds, and you moaned deeply as he licked you through it. His groans were many and loud, paired with whining noises as he finally got what he'd wanted all day. His teeth scratched against your covered clit and you grabbed his head, tightening your fist in his short black hair.
"Yes, you're doing a good job," you said, breathlessly guiding his head where you wanted him. You had to be careful with his mask. Though it was slightly in the way you didn't want to accidentally knock it off, no matter how curious you were to his face. Something told you it would be a sure-fire way to end things instantly, so you kept your curiosity leashed. Focusing instead on the pleasure, which shouldn't be hard.
He held you down, licking long stripes over your panties before pulling them down as well. His hands shook as he kept them around your waist, going straight for the price. One hand joining his tongue to finger you deeply while he ate you out like a man starved.
He gasped out your name, licking every inch of you. The slurping sound from between your legs was almost louder than your own muffled moans, and your ears burned as you let the feeling wash over you. It was obvious he was chasing his own release while drinking you, hips moving of their own accord into the soft earth below. You were sure he was going to come untouched this way, but you weren't going to stop him. He was so eager, mouthfucking you to an orgasm that was mind numbing and toe curling. The sloppy way he ate you out had you cry out for more, and it seemed he was far from done.
"Please come for me again," he groaned, his voice absolutely wrecked as he pushed his hips harsher into the earth. His fingers dug into your skin, trying to pull you closer to his face as if that was even possible. "Please-"
His begs send you over the edge a second time, and the way he moaned into you revealed he had come in his black pants as well. You released his hair, hearing him groan softly at the feeling of pain and relief. His face was shiny from your juices and he smirked at you as he licked his lips, thanking you for the meal and getting up. Nothing seemed to have happened, his dark pants revealing nothing, and mask back in place. You tried to get yourself presentable as well, not knowing when any other Akatsuki members would show, but had a little more issues standing. He chuckled, deeper than usual, but was back to his normal self the second after.
"Next time you sit on Tobi's face," he said in all seriousness, and you shook your head, blushing deeply as if he hadn't just made you come twice.
Tobi loved sweet things, and he loved your taste most of all.
Tags: Webcam, mutual masturbation, sex toys, overstimulation, squirting
Summary: Stanley is away often, and you do what you have to do to keep the relationship active. Xeno helps you put on a show for the soldier.
Stanley was gone often. Sometimes just for training, other times for deployment, and sometimes you weren't sure why. It was obvious he was on missions he couldn't tell you about, even though Xeno was part of NASA and you were part of many high ranking secrets as well. It didn't matter, as long as he came back at the end, and as long as you could keep in contact with him semi-regularly. Thankfully today was one of the days he was able to contact you, and it was in a private setting too.
"Hey sunshine," he said as you were finally able to establish a connection. It was sometimes a little harder to hear or see him as well as you wanted when he was somewhere where internet connections were spotty, but today everything seemed to work like a charm. He looked good, just like always, but today his uniform added just a little bit of oomph. From the corner of you eye you saw Xeno come into the bedroom as well, immediately heading for you when he realized Stanley was on the other end of the video call. "Just got ready for bed, huh?"
He was motioning at the soft robe you were wearing that usually hid your pyjamas. You grinned when you thought about the fact that today it was hiding your bare body though, a surprise for both Stanley and Xeno that you were sure both men would appreciate.
"Hm," you said uncommittedly as you stretched, making room for Xeno to sit next to you. The scientist decided that instead of sitting next to you he was going to watch from afar as he got dressed for bed though, and you shrugged. "It's a little late, but not late enough to go to sleep yet, if you catch my drift."
You winked at him, and he chuckled, catching your drift perfectly. "Is that so? Well, lucky Xeno."
You smiled back at him, seeing slight regret in his eyes. "If only you weren't so far away right now Stan, you could join in."
His smile turned from slightly regretful to outwardly so, and you felt a little bad for him, if you weren't planning what you were planning.
"Now, don't tease me like that, doll," he said, lighting a cigarette, and you wondered where he was that was both private and allowed for him to smoke. It didn't matter in the end. As long as he was in private and as long as he had time.
"No? You don't want me to tease?" you said, "not even when I do this?" You let the robe slide off your shoulders, giving him a glimpse of your cleavage and making clear that you weren't wearing anything underneath. You saw his eyes widen.
"You're unbelievable," he said, but you could see his grin as he made himself more comfortable. "Well, don't leave a guy hanging."
Xeno meanwhile was doing other things, you heard him brush his teeth in the bathroom, door open to catch snippets of your conversation. He would come back to a surprise, considering you were slowly taking your robe off fully. Every inch of skin was revealed with a teasing precision, as to make Stan crave more and more of you. The second you were fully nude you saw his eyes run over you appreciatively, though you still had your legs crossed. The final tease before you slowly uncrossed them, revealing your already leaking core. His hand went down to palm himself through his uniform, and you swallowed thickly. Slowly you ran your hands down your body, making sure to fun your fingers over your nipples that stiffened under your ministrations.
You gasped when another pair of hands joined yours, pushing up your breasts and pinching your nipples in a way that made Stanley see all.
"What's this?" Xeno said behind you and you leaned back against him, his lips were against your neck as he murmured. You hadn't heard him enter the room, so occupied with your little striptease and Stan's reaction. He had opened his fly, leisurely pumping his cock while smoking his cigarette. "Giving good old Stanley a show without me?"
"Hey Xe," Stan said, voice lowered with arousal and you felt Xeno harden against your backside while you shivered. "Going to join the teasing session? You better make it a good one. I have 15 minutes remaining."
Xeno removed himself from your back slightly, making space for you to lean back as the laptop was placed on a stool at the end of the king-size bed. Stanley could see everything from his spot, and you widened your legs more for him. "That's not a lot of time, but it will have to do," Xeno said. He wasn't one for short sessions, but he would make sure Stanley would get the best out of the time they had. He ran his hands over your naked legs, pulling them up a little as his fingers ran over your folds. A comment was made on how wet you were and you moaned softly in reply, eyes on Stanley who leaned forward slightly, as if he could see you better that way.
"What do you want me to do to her, Stan?" Xeno said, nipping the shell of your ear. "It seems to be a special occasion, so I'm sure I can leave the orders up to you this time."
Stan inhaled, exhaling smoke through a grin that went from ear to ear.
"In that case, start toying with her a little. Put a finger in, just one, and keep the pumping shallow. Keep her hands behind her back."
Xeno let out a low sound that almost sounded like a purr as he did as Stanley said. You let yourself be manhandled without complaint, though you really wished for more friction. Xeno's fingers were thin and deft, and by far not enough for you right now as he leisurely pumped them in and out of you.
"Tell me how wet she is," Stanley groaned, "Tell me how much she's gripping you."
Xeno replied. "She's making a mess, as per usual. Greedy too, she's sucking me in like she wants to keep my finger in. I think our poor dear needs a little more if we want her to reach her peak before the end."
Stanley grinned, speeding up slightly as you saw him rub the tip of his darkened tip with a rough thumb. "I don't think you'll be able to make her squirt before that? If she's makin' a mess anyway, could as well change the bedding entirely."
"I'll need more than one finger for that," you complained, hips canting up to meet Xeno's slight thrusts. You were about to complain more, but your brain short circuited with the doctor's next action. A buzzing sound filled your ear, and electricity ran over your spine from the tips of your toes to the crown of your head. You hadn't realized Xeno had taken a toy out of it's hiding place, the suction cup right over your throbbing clit before you knew it.
"I might need some help for that, if we want to be quick about this. I take it you're okay with me using this, dear Stan? After all, you wanted me to make her squirt."
Drawn out, lewd sounds tumbled from your mouth as your hips bucket up towards the device that brought you so much pleasure. Stanley took a little too long to answer though, so Xeno removed it from you again, looking over to the camera for Stan's response. "Well?" he said, seeing Stan trying not to come just yet.
"Damn," the soldier hissed between his teeth, "Yes, use that. Look at you, y/n, you can barely handle yourself. D'ya like Xeno usin' that toy on you? Tell me with your words."
The second Stan replied in favour of using the vibrator it had been pushed against your clit with sadistic precision, and your brain was instantly electrified again. Turned to mush by the overwhelming pleasure that bordered on pain. There was no getting eased into this, full setting from the start, sucking an orgasm out of you like it tried to take your soul with it.
"Y-yeeeesss-ahh," you gasped, trying to reply to Stan with every strength you have left, "Feels... so good, ahn, Xe- please, ease uuuuhp."
"I'm not sure, my love," he replied, sounding deceptively unaffected despite the eagerness of his motions - the push of his cock against your backside. "If you like it so much, why would I stop? Isn't this what you had in mind for our Stan when you got naked on camera?"
You tried to respond, but was given no relief.
"Don't move that away from her, Xe," Stanley said between heavy breaths, clearly close to his peak as well, but trying to draw it out. His sounds were muffled as he tried to remain as quiet as possible, but his voice was sinfully affected by his pleasure. "I want to see that pretty pussy throb around nothing on cam."
His words were slightly slurred, but not as much as yours as you were practically pushed over the edge by Xeno's insistent hands. He didn't ease up even when you came harshly, throbbing around nothing like Stanley wanted, your head thrown back against Xeno's shoulder as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear you couldn't decipher.
His cruel hands keeping the device against your clit to send you deeper into overstimulation territory. He leaned forward to pull the laptop closer, showing Stanley a close up of you while you thrashed and fought in his grasp. Too weak to escape him as you were brought to another orgasm. Stanley got another one of his wishes as you squirted with a loud cry, pussy spasming as liquid leaked from you.
"Sssstop, stop," you cried out, tears falling from your eyes as you finally broke free from Xeno, pushing the device away while he chuckled hoarsely in your ear. He took mercy on you as he put the sex toy away, wiping the tears from your face as he kissed your shoulder.
"There, there," he said, "You did well. Look-" he guided your face to see Stanley on screen. He came the second your eyes locked, teeth grit and moans bit back as well as he could while he spurted white strings of cum into a handkerchief. Moans turned into curses as he came down from his high, and Xeno chuckled deeply next to you. His voice was slightly hoarse and his fingers shook. "-seems like you did very well, dear. You satisfied him perfectly with your little plan. But time's up, unfortunately. It seems we'll have to continue this in real life next time."
Stanley nodded, wiping himself clean as he lit another cigarette.
"I wouldn't be mad if you made this a recurring thing, doll," he said, leaning back into his hair. "Though I'll probably get complaints, so I'm going to ask you kindly to not do that. Just keep it a surprise thing or somethin'."
"Don't worry," Xeno replied, speaking in your place as you found your voice difficult to use right now. "Our darling loves surprising us. Don't you?" You nodded and waved, telling Stanley you loved him and ending the call while Xeno rubbed himself against you. Restraint finally worn down to nothing as he turned you back to face him.
"Now, do you have anything left in you for your other husband?" he teased, and you smirked, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him softly on the lips.
Tags: Blood play, rough sex, outdoor sex, hidan being hidan
Summary: Hidan has a thing for violence, for blood and for you. He combines these often when the two of you get intimate, but this time he has something special in mind.
Sex with Hidan was always a gamble. He always went a little bit too far, even when he didn't go into a sudden psychotic mode where he decided that today was the day he'd sacrifice you to Jashin for real after all.
While balls deep inside of you.
You always managed to escape him, or talk him down from it, but it kept things interesting at the very least. On better days he'd cut you a little, just shy of too much, while whispering that you were the only one he would ever do things like this to.
While balls deep inside of you, of course.
Point was, Hidan liked sex, and he liked you, but he was also insane, and so were you for allowing him to rail you.
Today was no different. You'd just finished a mission, and Hidan had been extremely horny the entire time. Usually just spending time doing a sacrifice would be enough to get himself satisfied, but not today. He kept making comments about your body; how much he liked you being covered in the blood of your enemies, and how hard he was going to fuck you back at the hideout.
Kakuzu was also there.
Until even the old man had enough of Hidan's vulgar innuendos. Instead of trying to kill him though, he decided to just straight up leave, telling the two of you in no uncertain terms that you weren't allowed back into the hideout until you had this shit out of your system. It didn't help that Kakuzu's room was next to Hidan's, and that the old miser would have heard every sound and sigh from the two of you if you'd taken this to the hideout.
"Well, I'll just have to take you against a fucking tree then," Hidan said, not taking mercy on Kakuzu or listening to his words as much as he just really really wanted to fuck you right now. He had be hard as a rock since earlier, and though it was easily hidden by the cloak, it wasn't like it was a surprise to anyone. The sacrifice had gone down too fast, leaving Hidan hanging, itching for more pain, for more pleasure, and you were just so sexy right now, all covered in blood.
He wanted to run his fingers through the blood of the ninja's you'd killed earlier. He wanted to run his hands through your own blood that leaked from fresh wounds that those bastards dared to make on you, mingling the blood on any spot of you that was untouched.
"Sure thing, Hidan, let me just... idk, get naked in the middle of nowhere-" you said sarcastically, but reading sarcasm was not in his skill-set right now. He had you against a tree as he'd promised, devouring your face and biting at your tongue and lips as his hands already pushed under your clothes.
"Fuck, bitch," he said, "you're so fucking hot right now. I need to split you in half on my cock as I drink your disgusting, heathen blood."
Wasn't he just a charmer.
But you couldn't deny that his obvious need for you wasn't a turn on, leaning back as you let him rip the clothes off of you. The burns from the fabric being pulled of you turning you on more than they should. Oh, who were you kidding. Anyone that had sex with Hidan and enjoyed themselves was either a sadist or a masochist, likely both, and you were no exception.
"Don't fuck up my outfit, asshole," you growled between sloppy kisses, biting back at his tongue and tasting his blood. He groaned - a rough, deep sound that had your toes tingling and your core throbbing, and it was obvious how needy he was for you.
His mouth left yours to run down your blood-stained neck, searching for a fresh source of the metallic nectar - a wound in your shoulder that stung sharply as he prodded it with his tongue. Groans and sighs fell from him as he kept you pinned against the rough bark, unable to escape his rough treatment of the cut as he basically tongue-fucked the flesh, making fresh blood pool from it immediately.
"Be careful with that, Hidan!" you warned him, but your voice had no real bite to it as you let him do as he pleased. Your blood ran cold when he turned into the familiar black and white form he used for his sacrificed though. "...you're not going to sacrifice me again, are you?" Damnit, and you were so ready to get railed out in the open too.
"Shut the fuck up and let me try something. No, I'm not going to fucking sacrifice you, stop struggling-" Fingers dug into your skin, searching for your pussy, only to find her wet and ready for him. "-you'd probably come even if I did, nasty bitch. I can't believe how fucking wet you are right now."
Rough, bloodied fingers slid in, and you cringed slightly. Only for a second though, because he immediately pushed in another to start pumping you roughly. The sounds that came from him drowned out your own as his eyes rolled back slightly at the foreign feeling of pleasure.
"Fuck, that feels so weird-" he groaned, taking off his own cloak as he pulled his fingers from you. Immediately putting them to his dick as he rubbed your slick over his length. There was a phantom sensation at your core as if the feeling he felt was directly transferred to you, and you whined at the strange feeling. With it you also realized what it was he was doing - using his jutsu to make both of you feel the pleasure the other felt as well as your own.
Your eyes rolled back as he rubbed rough fingers against the shining head of his dick, feeling it as if it were your own. "Shit, Hidan, why haven't you done this before?"
He ignored you, going back to prodding at your wound while both of you moaned in both pain and pleasure. You wondered how it was going to feel the second he penetrated you for real. There was no way you were going to stay coherent, and in the back of your mind you told yourself that you were out in the open, vulnerable to attack.
The second he pushed in though, there was nothing else on your mind except the pleasure that flooded your brain. Both familiar and unfamiliar, and your knees buckled as both feelings layered on top of each other, intensifying until your brain was mush and you needed to grip the tree behind you and the man in front of you to stay standing. It was overwhelming, and you realized that it was good that he hadn't done this before. If he had you'd been unable to ever have sex with him normally ever again.
"Fuck, this is- ahh- I can't-" you wanted him to slow down, you wanted him to speed up, and looking into his face you realized he probably thought the exact same. Eyes rolled back while his mouth was wide open, drool dripping from it as his hips seemed to move on their own, fucking into you with abandon. He pushed you into the tree with a strength that hurt, breath being pushed from your lungs as his hands ran across fresh and old wounds, painting your face and arms with blood while both of you barrelled from peak to peak. He kept talking, despite the mind-numbing pleasure, telling you how good your pussy felt, and how he couldn't wait to do this again, despite you being a heathen whore-
The magic stopped when you lost control over your legs, having come so many times your strength left you entirely. The sounds that came from you were slight, all the louder moans were already pushed out of you before, and you didn't have the strength to even speak. Slowly Hidan returned to his senses, skin turning back to normal as it seemed he couldn't keep up the jutsu.
"Fuckkk," he groaned, "shit, I don't know why I didn't do that much earlier..." he had sunk down with you, realizing how wet the earth had grown under the both of you. Saturated with blood and cum, and other bodily fluids.
The grin on his face would make a sane person run, but you were neither sane or capable of running at the current moment.
"Because," you said, voice barely more than a whisper as you reached out your arms for him, wrapping around his neck as you let him pick you up. "You would have had to carry me out every time... and you're not that nice."
He chuckled, stumbling as he picked you up. You were always surprised by how much abuse his body could take, and there was no difference in pleasure it seemed.
"I guess so," he replied, though he didn't complain as he carried you back to the hideout.
Tags: Wax play, hair pulling, hand mouths (it's Deidara so yeah of course)
Summary: Deidara always comes up with new ideas for spicing up your bedroom activities. Most of the time his ideas are really hit or miss though...
"Come on, babe," he said (read: whined), "It will be fun, I swear, un!"
You scoffed. Fun, sure, if your boyfriend was anyone other than Deidara. He kept coming up with new ideas to spice up your bedroom activities, and they really were hit or miss. Licking clay off your body with his hand mouths? Hit. Using controlled explosions (yes, explosions) in the bedroom? MISS! Gigantic miss.
He had barely told you of his ideas before implementing them, so you had decided to draw a strict line. Anything that was going to be experimented with in the bedroom had to be talked about and agreed upon beforehand. And that's where you were now - talking about his newest idea: wax play.
The idea was appealing, sure. It really was the fact that you weren't sure if you trusted Deidara with anything that could potentially hurt you. But he argued so hard about how artistic you'd look with wax all over you, and how close the wax was to the colour of his clay, and that the fire kind of evoked the sense of his explosions a little... Not to mention the fact that when you moved the wax would peel off of you so nicely, like how no art was everlasting.
You sighed. There was no way you could say no to him, not with the way he was selling this idea to you. Big, blue, watery eyes pleading you as his lips quivered. "Please?"
-
Did you have second thoughts the moment you were in bed? Of course. Was he doing his very best to silence those thoughts with kissing you senseless? Also yes.
Your hands were in his hair, pulling slightly at the ponytail as he groaned in your mouth, hips already rutting into yours. He was hard, rubbing just right against you as he devoured your mouth. His hands were under your shirt, tongues laving your skin with attention and covering you in a slight sheen of drool. When one mouth covered your nipple you shivered, mewling out his name as you wrapped your legs around his narrow hips. You wondered if he was going to forget about the whole wax play thing, but then he moved away from you breathlessly sitting at the edge of the bed before gathering his bearings.
There were candles lit all around you, creating a romantic atmosphere in the usually bare bones room he stayed in. The only things usually littering the space were art supplies and pieces of clay. Grey was the colour palette of the Akatsuki hideout, and your and Deidara's room were not excluded from that palette thanks to Kakuzu's greed. It didn't matter now. Not when the yellow glow of the candlelight lit the room in a mysterious glow, softening the harsh reality you were in. Deidara's face was lit from the side, casting half of him in darkness as his eyes glittered in the light.
He echoed out loud what you were thinking. "You're beautiful, un. A work of art," and then he continued in the usual Deidara way: "And I'm going to make you explode tonight." His grin was wide, eyes narrowed as he devoured your form. One of your arms was above your head, the other still holding onto his long hair, fingers curling into his blonde locks, pulling slightly when he stayed still a little bit too long.
"Well, get on with it then," you said, turning your head and looking at him sideways, and he growled playfully, lowering his head to nip at your exposed neck.
"All right, no need to rush this, un," he said, but immediately grabbed the closest candle on the bedside table. It was a thick, short candle, with wax pooling in the middle already, ready to be poured on you. You immediately started working on taking your clothes off as he pretended to start pouring already. His hips were still slotted with yours, and you sighed as he pushed against you a little harder, throbbing dick a promise for later.
Your pants came off as well, and you watched as he looked you over slowly before licking his lips. "As I said, a work of art. And I'm gonna make you even more artful, un"
Comfortably laid back on his soft blankets, your arms now above your head, you took a deep breath before the candle in his hands tipped over. A small rivulet of wax dripped from the candle, dripping down your chest and between your breasts. It was hot, cooling almost instantly, but leaving a burning sensation in their wake that had you hiss out the breath as he made a random line on your body.
"There, it doesn't hurt too badly, does it?" he said, running his free hand over untouched skin, letting his mouth hand kiss and nip at the skin of your hips.
You shook your head. There was definitely a sting to it, but nothing you couldn't handle. After all you'd been hurt much worse as a ninja, and with Deidara's sharp eye devouring every expression you made every hurt turned straight into pleasure. The way his pupil dilated told you everything you needed to know, as did the constant motion of his hips against yours. He was still clothed, rubbing up against your bare core, and you saw a tell tale wet spot slowly form on his blue pants.
He dripped another line of wax down your chest, a circle around your breast, final drip falling onto your erect nipple as the gasp that left you was louder than you realized. He set the candle down to kiss you, deeply.
"You're doing well, un. I'm sure you can take more, right babe?"
You nodded. "Yes, of course love. Make me into art."
He didn't let you say that twice, moving back again to grab another candle. This one was thinner, a much smaller rivulet of wax dripping down on your other nipple and you bit your lip as you bucket up into him for extra friction against your leaking core.
"Fuck, Dei-" you gasped, "What are you drawing?"
The drip continued down your stomach, twisting and turning as his other hand kept its grip on your hip. "Nothing in particular," he murmured, finally setting the candle away again. "Just accentuating your form. After all I want to turn you into a work of art, un."
He moved back a little bit. "Think you can handle this?" The grin on his face was as wide as it got, and you blinked at him. What was he planning? As you looked down to follow his gaze you saw the candle hover above your pubic bone. Slightly above your throbbing clit if any of the wax were to fall.
"Shit, I... ahh - Yes, just drip it."
It stung as it hit you, dripping down to your stomach and pussy and hardening on top of your clit as you threw your head back slightly. "Fuck, Dei- Just fuck me now. Enough wax play, I need you inside of me."
The tense feeling of the hardening wax against your throbbing pearl made you go crazy, hands grabbing at his hair as you pulled him towards you. He groaned, letting you control him by his hair as you pulled and manoeuvred him to where you wanted him. Hovering over you as he straddled your hips. Your legs firm around him again as you pulled his cock against your core.
"I haven't even peeled the wax off of you yet," he muttered between mind-blowing kisses, chuckling at your impatience. Though he couldn't wait getting inside of you as well. He was leaking and making a mess in his pants, and if they kept this up much longer with your insistent rubbing he'd come inside of them. That would be such a shame. "You're so impatient, yeah."
His hands were already working on pulling his pants down though, pulling them down just far enough so that his dick sprung out. His fingers pushed into you first, the tongue on his hand-mouth lolling out to lick where it could reach, and you moaned openly. With all Deidara's bomb experiments in the past everyone else had already moved to other rooms, leaving the rooms next to him empty, so you could moan all you want. In moderation, of course.
When he pulled out you didn't have to feel empty long, since he'd already pushed in immediately. His groans tumbled from his mouth as well as he slowly pushed in, his hand still on your pussy where he licked and nipped at the skin. The second he was fully in he held you still, fingers rubbing at the wax that had hardened around your clit. Eagerly drinking up your moans as he kept your hips still. Slowly he grabbed the edge of the wax, peeling it off and leaving a pink burn in their wake. You barely heard him mutter how pretty you were as you moaned lowly, breaking free of his grip to start moving your hips quickly. He gasped, caught up in your pace as you pushed him back to start riding him.
He let you, laying back as you rode his dick into oblivion. Your head thrown back as the wax on your bouncing tiddies cracked. His hands exploring your skin and peeling off the wax to show the lines in your skin beneath them. Tongues coming out to lick the skin, easing the sting and adding to the feeling of pleasure as you reached your peak with a high pitched sigh.
He came soon after, pulling you down on top of him for another kiss.
The second the both of you had caught your breaths he had pushed you on your back again though, adoring look on his face as he followed the lines he made with his finger. "Art, un," he just said as he kissed some extra red spots with his real mouth. When he finally got up to put ointment on the burns though most of the candles had gone out already.
But not all, which was a problem, because dear Deidara had forgotten his pants were still around his knees. Falling down and taking the bedside table with him.
Yelling ensued as both of you tried to put out the fire. Sexy times with Deidara were a hit or a miss, and sometimes they were a little bit of both.
