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kat8chaMore stuff for Emi under cut. Mii, some of thsi will look familiar.
NC-17, porn, kink
Yukimura sipped his tea, smiling across the table at Fuji. His guest looked uneasily back, though one could barely tell as his smile was still in place. Yukimura had spent a lot of time around Fuji though, and new every nuance of the others face. Especially when he felt nervous. “Tea, Fuji-kun?” Yukimura asked pointedly, eyeing the cup that he had prepared and set in front of Fuji. The other placed his hands on the arms of the chair and bowed his head demurely.
“No thank you Yukimura-san, I’m not thirsty,” Fuji said back, looking up with a slightly more in place smile. Yukimura smiled angelically back, knowing the small bow had been used to gather up Fuji’s resources.
“Oh, I insist, Fuji-kun. Afterall, you are my guest...” Fuji watched as Yukimura’s angelic smile was off set by a gleam in the others eye. He reached for the tea cup, taking a small sip. Yukimura looked far more smug now, meaning he had gotten what he wanted and so there was no danger of dismemberment should Fuji set the cup down. Yukimura’s smile widened and Fuji asked the inevitable question.
“Was there something in it?” Now really, why would Yukimura have ruined his tea with additives? Oh right, because it was fun to watch Fuji squirm.
“I did adapt it a little to your taste.” Yukimura hummed, tilting his head and tapping idly at his chin. Fuji shifted on his seat, obviously unsettled, but figuring that a sip would have done no harm. “Some sugar.”
“Just sugar?” Fuji questioned thinking of the possible connotations of that word. Yukimura had never used it as a substitute for innuendo before...
“Oh,” Yukimura added, as if he was just remembering, “a few spices too.” Fuji was turning the prettiest shade of pink, blood slowly flushing his face. The other bit his lip, starting to become unsettled. “So how was the tea?” Yukimura questioned, eyes sharp and predatory as Fuji squirmed.
“It was wonderful as always Yukimura-san.” Fuji said, and stood, a little shakily but nothing too noticeable. “But I’m afraid I have another appointment.”
“You’ll have to cancel.” Yukimura smiled. “You should be dropping to the ground with the amount of spice I placed into your tea.” It had been a stronger dose then usual, but Fuji had a meeting with Tezuka later and Yukimura couldn’t risk the other managing to walk out his door. It would mean he wouldn’t get to play. Fuji wavered, his arms shaking a little. Gripping the table Fuji sat down as his face fully flushed.
“What.... ‘spices’?” Fuji gasped, his cock hard and his limbs shaky and useless. Yukimura chuckled, scooting his chair close enough to touch the other.
“Oh... the usual.” He smiled and stroked Fuji’s head. Sedatives and aphrodisiacs, exactly what Yukimura needed to get an uke to settle down. Fuji shivered under his touch, turning his head away. The other closed his eyes, his mouth open as his breath came in short pants, a few moans working out his throat.
‘I knew tea with Yukimura was a bad idea,’ Fuji thought to himself, his body quivering with unsuppressed lust. He wanted release but he also wanted to be as far away from Yukimura as he could get. Tezuka would be waiting for him at the street courts hours before Yukimura was done with him. Yukimura very lightly rubbed the heel of his hand over Fuji’s cock, his eyes drinking in the others undone state. Fuji groaned his hips arching forward a centimeter before he could push them back against the chair.
Seiichi smirked, rubbing harder on Fuji's cock. "Do you like that? Doesn't your body ache for release like it's never wanted before? ... Does it... hold you on the edge?” He licked his lips moving to mouth the words right into Fuji’s ear as his captives body shivered. Fuji nodded, his body moving up into Yukimura’s hand, whimpers spilling out of his lips. The blue haired youth moved closer, steadying the other's chair and rubbing harder on the other's arousal. "... Hanging... hanging... and hanging... wanting more and more... Such a slut, Fuji-kun," he smirked, leaning forward and biting at Fuji's neck. Fuji arched into the bite, the little bit of pain clearing his mind enough to form a coherent sentence.
“Not a slut.” He groaned, pulling away and finding himself trapped against the back of the chair. “You drugged me.” His hips bucked upward of their own accord, sending a flash of pleasure too good to be true to Fuji’s brain. His fingernails dug into the chair arms.
Yukimura chuckled, easily undoing Fuji’s trousers and pulling him out of his boxers. “Ara Fuji-kun,” He smirked, stroking his fingers over the others cock. “You’re all sticky.” He tsked and moved to suck at the patch of skin he had bitten. He was sure to leave a wonderful red mark. “What shall we do with that.”
Fuji groaned, “No...” he forced out, weakly grasping at Yukimura’s wrist and tugging at the others hold. This only caused Yukimura’s hand to slide over his cock, stroking him. Fuji tossed his head back, groaning loudly.
“You are a slut Fuji-kun.” Yukimura murmured silkily, nibbling on the others skin. He smirked. “Call it out.” Fuji groaned, small grunts working out his throat in denial of Yukimura’s words. The others body was hot, Yukimura could feel in through the thin layer of Fuji’s clothes. His nipples were perked up and his skin was covered with a sheen of sweat. Yukimura smirked as Fuji continued to fight him.
Fuji felt so hot, aroused and needy. He wanted to submit but he knew giving into Yukimura was as bad, if not worse, then fighting back. He grunted trying to form a ‘no’ but only managing ‘n’s’. His hips bucked forward triggering a long drown out moan. Yukimura pulled off his pants and boxers, tossing them aside and Fuji shivered at the touch of the wicker on his bare ass.
“Even without the drugs you’d still be enjoying this Fuji-kun.” Yukimura tugged harder on Fuji’s cock and smirked, dragging his nails down Fuji’s chest through the thing armor of his white shirt. He pinched the brunet’s perked nipples hard.
Fuji felt so good, he writhed on the chair. Without the drugs he would have been out the door, he knew, but if Yukimura had managed to get him to stay... he’d have enjoyed this just as much. “I’m a slut.” Fuji forced out hoarsely. Yukimura grinned so wide Fuji could feel it against the skin of his neck. Fuji moaned, he was a terrible person, a horrible masochistic slut.
"Not loud enough, Fuji-kun. You're not trying," Yukimura purred, thumb pressing hard against Fuji's slit and rubbed aggressively at the other's cock, watching as the skin came to a shade of angry red. Yukimura rolled the tensai's nipples between his fingernails, chuckling softly. Fuji cried out and Yukimura felt his hips buck into the air.
“I...” Fuji gasped, taking a few deep breaths before saying loudly, “I’m a slut!!” Yukimura released Fuji's cock, sliding onto the ground between the other's feet and grabbed onto the brunette's hips, pulling the latter closer to him. He leaned forward, blowing onto Fuji's cock before poking out his tongue, the tip rubbing dangerously near Fuji's entrance.
"... Not loud enough, Fuji-kun," he said, hot breath over the other's flushed skin. Fuji shuddered, his mental voice shouting recriminations. Twisting he tried to pull back onto the chair. Fuji moaned as Yukimura’s tongue brushed against his entrance.
"Ahn... I... I'm a slut!." Fuji cried out louder, tears pricking his eyes. The consequences of Yukimura getting to work on him down there were painful, because Fuji knew that he couldn’t hold out when someone rimmed him and Yukimura had pounded into him that Fuji’s orgasm wasn’t important, his seme’s was.
Yukimura smirked. "Oh? I never knew, Fuji-kun!" he replied mockingly. Fuji shuddered, a few tears slipping down his face "What kind of slut are you?" His tongue prodded at Fuji's puckered entrance, the tip of his tongue just rubbing at the flesh, circling the gasping whole. Fuji whimpered knowing of only one answer to that.
“Ahn, a dirty slut.” His hips arched forward, closer to Yukimura. Yukimura pressed his tongue inside of Fuji and the brunet dug his nails into the chair arm, feeling the wicker bend under his grip.
“Pardon?” Yukimura’s tone even more smug then before. He loved winning.
"Ahn....." Fuji cried out, hips arching upwards. God... no, yes.... good.... "I'm A Dirty slut!" He could feel the smirk as Yukimura pressed his tongue inside, the blue haired boys teeth grazing his entrance. “Nnnn!!!!"Fuji cried out, arching forward again. He writhed as Yukimura's tongue pushed inside of him, crying out again when he felt the graze of teeth. "Yu..... please.... more.... Ah..." Yukimura’s hand wrapped around Fuji's cock, pumping it slowly as he thrust his tongue in and out of the other's entrance. He chuckled softly, unable to hold it back. The vibrations rolled up into Fuji who cried out again. “Oh...”
Withdrawing, Yukimura looked up at Fuji with a sweet smile. "Oh, so you're a begging, hot, dirty, and slutty, sex slave?" he smirked, fingernail scratching at Fuji's entrance, teasing. He had been working on getting Fuji to admit his ‘sex slave’ status for a while now. The other would usually balk at the word, going into another fit of denials. This time though Fuji nodded, straining toward Yukimura.
Fuji placed his hands under his legs, spreading them and hooking his knees over the arms of the chair. “Please.” Fuji begged, shivering in need. “Fuck me, please, god...” Fuji drifted off biting his bottom lip.
A smirk spread across Yukimura’s face as he looked over his gasping pet. "... So, I became your religion, huh?" he chuckled, standing. He gripped onto Fuji's hips. "Then, unbutton my pants for me, Fuji-kun.” He smirked. "Like the good dirty little slut you are." Fuji reached shakily forward, undoing the fly of his slacks and pulling Yukimura out. Yukimura could see that while Fuji had admitted to being a sex slave he wanted to deny the ‘god’ part. Well, if Fuji didn’t want to indulge him, he should make sure to rid ‘kami-sama’ from his mental list of words to shout during sex. Fuji leaned back once Yukimura was pulled out and Yukimura gripped the others ass, lifting Fuji easily and holding him so that his cock just brushed the brunets entrance. Fuji squirmed, trying to press himself down on Yukimura's cock. "Please. Want you in me. N-need..." Fuji whimpered.
Yukimura smiled angellically, shifting so that his cock teased Fuji’s entrance again. He easily held Fuji’s hips still so that the other couldn’t thrust himself down. “What is it you need Fuji-kun?” He asked, enjoying the flushed and horny look Fuji had on.
“Need you in me, fucking me, taking me!” Fuji shouted desperately, his inner muscles clenching and unclenching, hungry for cock. Fuji eyed Yukimura pleadingly, begging the other to take pity and fuck him. Yukimura smiled, thrusting quickly into the other so his cock was fully sheathed in his tight entrance. Fuji screamed, head and back arching as his arms shivered from supporting him on the chair.
“Mmm, such a good, dirty, slut.” Yukimura smirked as he continued thrust into and out of Fuji, watching the other writhe and pant. Yukimura fucked him for what seemed like ever, a slow slide of in and out, occasionally speeding up but slowing down immediately as Fuji neared orgasm. Each jab to his prostate and pinch at his nipples made Fuji cry out, tears freely streaming down his face. Yukimura continued to call him things through the fucking session, ‘dirty’, ‘slut’, and ‘sex slave’ reoccuring over and over again. “Do you want to come Fuji-kun?” Yukimura asked sweetly. Fuji nodded his head. “Then tell me what you are.”
“Your little dirty, slutty, sex slave!” Fuji cried out, eyes wide and pupils blown. “Please, please Yukimura-san!” Yukimura took pity on Fuji, or so one would think, and allowed himself to slip the iron control coming inside of Fuji. The other cried out sharply, coming soon after his body spasming in the after shocks of orgasm. Dropping the other into the wicker chair Yukimura cleaned himself with a cloth napkin from the table before tucking himself back in and doing up his pants.
“Good boy Fuji-kun.” Yukimura patted his head before heading for the door. “Tezuka-kun, do please take care of him.” Fuji blinked open heavy lids to stare in horror at Tezuka.
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You know Emi, I'm really thinking that some of these are publishable.
NC-17, porn, kink
Yukimura sipped his tea, smiling across the table at Fuji. His guest looked uneasily back, though one could barely tell as his smile was still in place. Yukimura had spent a lot of time around Fuji though, and new every nuance of the others face. Especially when he felt nervous. “Tea, Fuji-kun?” Yukimura asked pointedly, eyeing the cup that he had prepared and set in front of Fuji. The other placed his hands on the arms of the chair and bowed his head demurely.
“No thank you Yukimura-san, I’m not thirsty,” Fuji said back, looking up with a slightly more in place smile. Yukimura smiled angelically back, knowing the small bow had been used to gather up Fuji’s resources.
“Oh, I insist, Fuji-kun. Afterall, you are my guest...” Fuji watched as Yukimura’s angelic smile was off set by a gleam in the others eye. He reached for the tea cup, taking a small sip. Yukimura looked far more smug now, meaning he had gotten what he wanted and so there was no danger of dismemberment should Fuji set the cup down. Yukimura’s smile widened and Fuji asked the inevitable question.
“Was there something in it?” Now really, why would Yukimura have ruined his tea with additives? Oh right, because it was fun to watch Fuji squirm.
“I did adapt it a little to your taste.” Yukimura hummed, tilting his head and tapping idly at his chin. Fuji shifted on his seat, obviously unsettled, but figuring that a sip would have done no harm. “Some sugar.”
“Just sugar?” Fuji questioned thinking of the possible connotations of that word. Yukimura had never used it as a substitute for innuendo before...
“Oh,” Yukimura added, as if he was just remembering, “a few spices too.” Fuji was turning the prettiest shade of pink, blood slowly flushing his face. The other bit his lip, starting to become unsettled. “So how was the tea?” Yukimura questioned, eyes sharp and predatory as Fuji squirmed.
“It was wonderful as always Yukimura-san.” Fuji said, and stood, a little shakily but nothing too noticeable. “But I’m afraid I have another appointment.”
“You’ll have to cancel.” Yukimura smiled. “You should be dropping to the ground with the amount of spice I placed into your tea.” It had been a stronger dose then usual, but Fuji had a meeting with Tezuka later and Yukimura couldn’t risk the other managing to walk out his door. It would mean he wouldn’t get to play. Fuji wavered, his arms shaking a little. Gripping the table Fuji sat down as his face fully flushed.
“What.... ‘spices’?” Fuji gasped, his cock hard and his limbs shaky and useless. Yukimura chuckled, scooting his chair close enough to touch the other.
“Oh... the usual.” He smiled and stroked Fuji’s head. Sedatives and aphrodisiacs, exactly what Yukimura needed to get an uke to settle down. Fuji shivered under his touch, turning his head away. The other closed his eyes, his mouth open as his breath came in short pants, a few moans working out his throat.
‘I knew tea with Yukimura was a bad idea,’ Fuji thought to himself, his body quivering with unsuppressed lust. He wanted release but he also wanted to be as far away from Yukimura as he could get. Tezuka would be waiting for him at the street courts hours before Yukimura was done with him. Yukimura very lightly rubbed the heel of his hand over Fuji’s cock, his eyes drinking in the others undone state. Fuji groaned his hips arching forward a centimeter before he could push them back against the chair.
Seiichi smirked, rubbing harder on Fuji's cock. "Do you like that? Doesn't your body ache for release like it's never wanted before? ... Does it... hold you on the edge?” He licked his lips moving to mouth the words right into Fuji’s ear as his captives body shivered. Fuji nodded, his body moving up into Yukimura’s hand, whimpers spilling out of his lips. The blue haired youth moved closer, steadying the other's chair and rubbing harder on the other's arousal. "... Hanging... hanging... and hanging... wanting more and more... Such a slut, Fuji-kun," he smirked, leaning forward and biting at Fuji's neck. Fuji arched into the bite, the little bit of pain clearing his mind enough to form a coherent sentence.
“Not a slut.” He groaned, pulling away and finding himself trapped against the back of the chair. “You drugged me.” His hips bucked upward of their own accord, sending a flash of pleasure too good to be true to Fuji’s brain. His fingernails dug into the chair arms.
Yukimura chuckled, easily undoing Fuji’s trousers and pulling him out of his boxers. “Ara Fuji-kun,” He smirked, stroking his fingers over the others cock. “You’re all sticky.” He tsked and moved to suck at the patch of skin he had bitten. He was sure to leave a wonderful red mark. “What shall we do with that.”
Fuji groaned, “No...” he forced out, weakly grasping at Yukimura’s wrist and tugging at the others hold. This only caused Yukimura’s hand to slide over his cock, stroking him. Fuji tossed his head back, groaning loudly.
“You are a slut Fuji-kun.” Yukimura murmured silkily, nibbling on the others skin. He smirked. “Call it out.” Fuji groaned, small grunts working out his throat in denial of Yukimura’s words. The others body was hot, Yukimura could feel in through the thin layer of Fuji’s clothes. His nipples were perked up and his skin was covered with a sheen of sweat. Yukimura smirked as Fuji continued to fight him.
Fuji felt so hot, aroused and needy. He wanted to submit but he knew giving into Yukimura was as bad, if not worse, then fighting back. He grunted trying to form a ‘no’ but only managing ‘n’s’. His hips bucked forward triggering a long drown out moan. Yukimura pulled off his pants and boxers, tossing them aside and Fuji shivered at the touch of the wicker on his bare ass.
“Even without the drugs you’d still be enjoying this Fuji-kun.” Yukimura tugged harder on Fuji’s cock and smirked, dragging his nails down Fuji’s chest through the thing armor of his white shirt. He pinched the brunet’s perked nipples hard.
Fuji felt so good, he writhed on the chair. Without the drugs he would have been out the door, he knew, but if Yukimura had managed to get him to stay... he’d have enjoyed this just as much. “I’m a slut.” Fuji forced out hoarsely. Yukimura grinned so wide Fuji could feel it against the skin of his neck. Fuji moaned, he was a terrible person, a horrible masochistic slut.
"Not loud enough, Fuji-kun. You're not trying," Yukimura purred, thumb pressing hard against Fuji's slit and rubbed aggressively at the other's cock, watching as the skin came to a shade of angry red. Yukimura rolled the tensai's nipples between his fingernails, chuckling softly. Fuji cried out and Yukimura felt his hips buck into the air.
“I...” Fuji gasped, taking a few deep breaths before saying loudly, “I’m a slut!!” Yukimura released Fuji's cock, sliding onto the ground between the other's feet and grabbed onto the brunette's hips, pulling the latter closer to him. He leaned forward, blowing onto Fuji's cock before poking out his tongue, the tip rubbing dangerously near Fuji's entrance.
"... Not loud enough, Fuji-kun," he said, hot breath over the other's flushed skin. Fuji shuddered, his mental voice shouting recriminations. Twisting he tried to pull back onto the chair. Fuji moaned as Yukimura’s tongue brushed against his entrance.
"Ahn... I... I'm a slut!." Fuji cried out louder, tears pricking his eyes. The consequences of Yukimura getting to work on him down there were painful, because Fuji knew that he couldn’t hold out when someone rimmed him and Yukimura had pounded into him that Fuji’s orgasm wasn’t important, his seme’s was.
Yukimura smirked. "Oh? I never knew, Fuji-kun!" he replied mockingly. Fuji shuddered, a few tears slipping down his face "What kind of slut are you?" His tongue prodded at Fuji's puckered entrance, the tip of his tongue just rubbing at the flesh, circling the gasping whole. Fuji whimpered knowing of only one answer to that.
“Ahn, a dirty slut.” His hips arched forward, closer to Yukimura. Yukimura pressed his tongue inside of Fuji and the brunet dug his nails into the chair arm, feeling the wicker bend under his grip.
“Pardon?” Yukimura’s tone even more smug then before. He loved winning.
"Ahn....." Fuji cried out, hips arching upwards. God... no, yes.... good.... "I'm A Dirty slut!" He could feel the smirk as Yukimura pressed his tongue inside, the blue haired boys teeth grazing his entrance. “Nnnn!!!!"Fuji cried out, arching forward again. He writhed as Yukimura's tongue pushed inside of him, crying out again when he felt the graze of teeth. "Yu..... please.... more.... Ah..." Yukimura’s hand wrapped around Fuji's cock, pumping it slowly as he thrust his tongue in and out of the other's entrance. He chuckled softly, unable to hold it back. The vibrations rolled up into Fuji who cried out again. “Oh...”
Withdrawing, Yukimura looked up at Fuji with a sweet smile. "Oh, so you're a begging, hot, dirty, and slutty, sex slave?" he smirked, fingernail scratching at Fuji's entrance, teasing. He had been working on getting Fuji to admit his ‘sex slave’ status for a while now. The other would usually balk at the word, going into another fit of denials. This time though Fuji nodded, straining toward Yukimura.
Fuji placed his hands under his legs, spreading them and hooking his knees over the arms of the chair. “Please.” Fuji begged, shivering in need. “Fuck me, please, god...” Fuji drifted off biting his bottom lip.
A smirk spread across Yukimura’s face as he looked over his gasping pet. "... So, I became your religion, huh?" he chuckled, standing. He gripped onto Fuji's hips. "Then, unbutton my pants for me, Fuji-kun.” He smirked. "Like the good dirty little slut you are." Fuji reached shakily forward, undoing the fly of his slacks and pulling Yukimura out. Yukimura could see that while Fuji had admitted to being a sex slave he wanted to deny the ‘god’ part. Well, if Fuji didn’t want to indulge him, he should make sure to rid ‘kami-sama’ from his mental list of words to shout during sex. Fuji leaned back once Yukimura was pulled out and Yukimura gripped the others ass, lifting Fuji easily and holding him so that his cock just brushed the brunets entrance. Fuji squirmed, trying to press himself down on Yukimura's cock. "Please. Want you in me. N-need..." Fuji whimpered.
Yukimura smiled angellically, shifting so that his cock teased Fuji’s entrance again. He easily held Fuji’s hips still so that the other couldn’t thrust himself down. “What is it you need Fuji-kun?” He asked, enjoying the flushed and horny look Fuji had on.
“Need you in me, fucking me, taking me!” Fuji shouted desperately, his inner muscles clenching and unclenching, hungry for cock. Fuji eyed Yukimura pleadingly, begging the other to take pity and fuck him. Yukimura smiled, thrusting quickly into the other so his cock was fully sheathed in his tight entrance. Fuji screamed, head and back arching as his arms shivered from supporting him on the chair.
“Mmm, such a good, dirty, slut.” Yukimura smirked as he continued thrust into and out of Fuji, watching the other writhe and pant. Yukimura fucked him for what seemed like ever, a slow slide of in and out, occasionally speeding up but slowing down immediately as Fuji neared orgasm. Each jab to his prostate and pinch at his nipples made Fuji cry out, tears freely streaming down his face. Yukimura continued to call him things through the fucking session, ‘dirty’, ‘slut’, and ‘sex slave’ reoccuring over and over again. “Do you want to come Fuji-kun?” Yukimura asked sweetly. Fuji nodded his head. “Then tell me what you are.”
“Your little dirty, slutty, sex slave!” Fuji cried out, eyes wide and pupils blown. “Please, please Yukimura-san!” Yukimura took pity on Fuji, or so one would think, and allowed himself to slip the iron control coming inside of Fuji. The other cried out sharply, coming soon after his body spasming in the after shocks of orgasm. Dropping the other into the wicker chair Yukimura cleaned himself with a cloth napkin from the table before tucking himself back in and doing up his pants.
“Good boy Fuji-kun.” Yukimura patted his head before heading for the door. “Tezuka-kun, do please take care of him.” Fuji blinked open heavy lids to stare in horror at Tezuka.
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You know Emi, I'm really thinking that some of these are publishable.
