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writetomyheart2014-09-25 02:21 pm
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[team five] WOW! hot a what baabhabhiat
hi, im new!! i'm els and i generally write johnnys fanfic and literally the only genre i have confidence in is porn. i also ship weird shit and can only write like five people, so please don't make fun of me ٩( 'ω' )و here is the product of hundreds of scrapped fics, some kotafuma pwp. guilty pleasure pairing bc they're both hot as hell & i like fuma bottoming because im a pervert. it's also probably really badly out-of-character, because i sure as hell forgot how to write fuma lately. i used to have a writing style & felt confident in my writing but man, those days have come and gone, let's hope that shiritori helps me to write more & explore things i wouldn't normally write and gives me back some confidence. sorry in advance for being a total creep, it seems like my fic interests don't align with most people. yoroshiku man.
really sorry for how rushed the end of this is, i'm usually not able to write something in more than one sitting (>_<)
"Once you go Kansai, you never go back," Kotaki grins as he presses Fuma hard into the mattress. Fuma smirks, quipping, "In no way am I going Kansai, especially not if you're involved," but it's all in vain, as Kotaki runs his hands underneath of Fuma's shirt, and Fuma finds himself weak in his hands. He doesn't want to let it show, never wants to let his feelings out, so he grits his teeth, grunting.
"Do you like that?" Kotaki asks, pinching a nipple between a thumb and forefinger, teasing it. Despite their size, Fuma's nipples were rather sensitive, though this was mostly due to neglect. Fuma lets out a low gasp but shakes his head, which makes Kotaki come to a full stop. This of course is the opposite of what Fuma truly yearned for, but his defiance had been blatant from the start of all of this.
After a moment, Fuma decides that he wants Kotaki's hands on him, even if it meant he had to 'go Kansai', and he reaches out his hands, commanding with a harsh voice, "Touch me," and to this, Kotaki just laughs, dipping down and capturing Fuma's lips with his own in a heavy kiss, while a hand finds Fuma's jeans button and undoes it deftly, fisting a hand inside and giving Fuma's newly apparent arousal a squeeze. In the meantime, Fuma's hands skirt around Kotaki's shirt and he tugs upwards, at which point Kotaki pulls away from the older male's lips with a shit-eating grin on his face and ceases to give Fuma any kind of attentions as he pulls off his shirt and hovers over him. "Take off your shirt," he asks, and Fuma doesn't really have a choice but to comply. Of course, he could resist, but as shaky hands come to pull his shirt over his head, he’s completely unsure if he’s really the one in control of his body anymore.
Fuma's hands sculpt Kotaki's marvelous pecs when they're revealed to him, suddenly regretting that he had even allowed himself to get in such a situation, but maybe Kotaki was right. Maybe there was something about people from Kansai. His mind was racing and he was damn concerned about finding another male this hot, but he was going to go with it. He didn’t have any other option but to go with it. His body seemed to move completely on it’s own terms. The heavy air must have been filled with chemicals, because with every breath, Fuma felt more and more intoxicated. Fuma's dick twitches and he grunts again as he finds Kotaki's tongue looking for his own, finally submitting completely, weak to kisses he could compare to wine, his hands finding their way into Kotaki's locks, roughly gripping into them. Perhaps the truth was that Fuma had just been neglected lately, and that Kotaki gave him the sexual attention that he craved.
The younger male concedes and slips his hand into Fuma's underwear, a hand taking control of the hard, warm flesh, and pumping it slowly. Fuma also concedes, for the first time making a sound that wasn't entirely low and under his breath. He props himself up on an elbow, and runs a hand through his hair, shaking his head a bit incredulously. He opens his mouth to say something when Kotaki asks, blatantly, "Do you want to have sex?" And Fuma is left flabbergasted.
"What... exactly does that mean?" Fuma asks, raising an eyebrow, his hips seeming to move on their own as Kotaki kept on pumping him, his hand moving at an entirely quicker pace than before.
"You look sexy like this and I can tell you enjoy it, so why don't we take this to the next level?"
Fuma grimaces. He must have been easier to read than he thought, he makes another weak sound, cheeks flushing though he's sure that it's not because he's embarrassed or anything like that at all! Just, because Kotaki's hand has a certain feeling surrounding his dick like that and, fuck. After some thought, he pants, "Yes," and Kotaki ceases his movements once again, motioning for the older male to turn over.
Under the influence of lust, it’s simple for Fuma to act out any request that he’s given. This is how he ended up on all fours in front of Kotaki. It’s a new kind of exhilarating, Fuma finds, as Kotaki grips onto his hips and pushes the highly unnecessary clothes out of the way. He hears something like cap popping, and when cool liquid drips down his ass, Fuma makes a soft sound, a bit shocked. Then there’s something prodding at his asshole which is certainly an unfamiliar place to feel things poking about in, so he glances over his shoulder. The sight makes him weak enough that his knees practically buckle. Kotaki flashes a charming smile Fuma’s way and hums, rasping, “You’re okay with this, right?” Although it’s hard to process and Fuma almost does not want to outwardly respond, he’s afraid that if he showed any hesitation that Kotaki would stop.
“Yes,” he breathes, and as he says it, Kotaki begins to press a finger inside. He’s used enough of the liquid substance that it doesn’t bother Fuma at all, though it’s a strange, new sensation, and one that heightens his arousal like never before. It’s too bad he’s practically collapsing on the bed already and can’t even manage to worm his hand beneath the mattress and his body, leaving his dick unattended to for the time being.
Hearing the heaviness of Fuma’s breathing causes Kotaki to worry, but only a bit. He’s concerned about getting off himself, of course. It’s sure something to have an older man seemingly begging you to take his virgin ass. The idea of it makes him grin all the more. Still, he pauses, “Do you need more?” Fuma panics.
“More of w-what,” he spurts, eyes widening, though he does laugh despite this.
“Oh, uh, the lube,” Kotaki chuckles, guessing that Fuma was an entire beginner to this after all. Well, it would only make sense. Fuma shrugs, or does his best to do so, and that’s when Kotaki presses another finger against the first, testing the waters. Fuma has decided he likes the sensation well enough, and he can just barely feel the second finger, so he tries something. He lifts his ass up, pressing back towards Kotaki’s fingers. After this, he feels more cool liquid sliding down his crack and soon, a second intruding finger. This causes much more sensation than the first, though it’s not until Kotaki hooks his fingers over, easily searching for and finding a swollen spot and prods against it that Fuma totally loses it. He gasps, grunting, never outright moaning as his pride won’t let him and decides that he wants more of that. Kotaki obliges, pulling his fingers out a bit, scissoring them and then pushing back in, prodding that spot again and massaging gently. Fuma trembles beneath him and it makes him feel that much more powerful. Without asking, Kotaki goes for a third finger, relentlessly attacking Fuma’s prostate, and that’s when Fuma has departed. He gives into pleasure, not moaning, but whimpering under Kotaki’s ministrations. Frantically, he grabs his dick, tugging at it as he buries his face into his forearm.
No longer is Kotaki willing to wait, and hurriedly, he unzips his pants, letting his arousal free. He grips onto Fuma’s hips tight this time, pulling the older male back against his dick. He does enter right away, dripping more of the cool liquid between their bodies as he rubs his tip against Fuma’s newly-abused pucker. Fuma grits his teeth and hisses, “Don’t tease me,” and for the first time in his life, he knows what it’s like to be on the other end of such cruel actions. Finally, he gives in. Kotaki pushes inside Fuma, warm, tight heat enveloping his cock, eliciting a groan.
The intrusion is something completely different from fingers and something that he wasn’t as well prepared for as he could have been, but it doesn’t hurt. Fuma swears it doesn’t hurt. He curls a hand into a tight fist, and as Kotaki stays still like that for a moment, he’s able to at least feel a little more confident about this whole thing. Embarrassed to speak up, Fuma pushes back, and Kotaki takes the hint, trying hard to control himself-- and it’s very hard, because Fuma feels so fucking good, but pleasure is a two-way street. Though he could easily go for just pleasing himself, it was all the better if his partner was also satisfied. To satisfy Fuma would make Kotaki proud, to be able to check off someone on his list, so to speak.
After a while, the two of them get into a rhythm, one steady enough to provide Fuma with something that he can handle, and enough for Kotaki to get off. He pushes inside to the hilt, smirking as Fuma begins to bounce on his dick with no direction from himself. Kotaki’s pleasure mounts, and he pulls out, leaving Fuma feeling abandoned, but he gets what’s happening. Quickly, Fuma turns around, eyes heavy with lust as he continuously pumps his own erection, lips running along the younger male’s dick, almost smiling as he licks the tip, curiously, depravedly. Fuma’s plump lips pressing against him are enough to bring him over the edge and he comes all over them. Truthfully, Fuma feels a bit violated by this, but by this time, is too interested in his own arousal to care much what happens to him. He’s still furiously jerking himself off when Kotaki rolls over onto his back, staring up at the ceiling, quite breathless. Soon, Fuma follows, coming hard into his hand before he himself collapses back onto the bed. His face is still a mess, though, and Kotaki peeks open an eye to look over at the older male after he’s spent.
“You might wanna clean that up.”
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luna_truths i believe this means its your turn(*´･ω･`*)
really sorry for how rushed the end of this is, i'm usually not able to write something in more than one sitting (>_<)
"Once you go Kansai, you never go back," Kotaki grins as he presses Fuma hard into the mattress. Fuma smirks, quipping, "In no way am I going Kansai, especially not if you're involved," but it's all in vain, as Kotaki runs his hands underneath of Fuma's shirt, and Fuma finds himself weak in his hands. He doesn't want to let it show, never wants to let his feelings out, so he grits his teeth, grunting.
"Do you like that?" Kotaki asks, pinching a nipple between a thumb and forefinger, teasing it. Despite their size, Fuma's nipples were rather sensitive, though this was mostly due to neglect. Fuma lets out a low gasp but shakes his head, which makes Kotaki come to a full stop. This of course is the opposite of what Fuma truly yearned for, but his defiance had been blatant from the start of all of this.
After a moment, Fuma decides that he wants Kotaki's hands on him, even if it meant he had to 'go Kansai', and he reaches out his hands, commanding with a harsh voice, "Touch me," and to this, Kotaki just laughs, dipping down and capturing Fuma's lips with his own in a heavy kiss, while a hand finds Fuma's jeans button and undoes it deftly, fisting a hand inside and giving Fuma's newly apparent arousal a squeeze. In the meantime, Fuma's hands skirt around Kotaki's shirt and he tugs upwards, at which point Kotaki pulls away from the older male's lips with a shit-eating grin on his face and ceases to give Fuma any kind of attentions as he pulls off his shirt and hovers over him. "Take off your shirt," he asks, and Fuma doesn't really have a choice but to comply. Of course, he could resist, but as shaky hands come to pull his shirt over his head, he’s completely unsure if he’s really the one in control of his body anymore.
Fuma's hands sculpt Kotaki's marvelous pecs when they're revealed to him, suddenly regretting that he had even allowed himself to get in such a situation, but maybe Kotaki was right. Maybe there was something about people from Kansai. His mind was racing and he was damn concerned about finding another male this hot, but he was going to go with it. He didn’t have any other option but to go with it. His body seemed to move completely on it’s own terms. The heavy air must have been filled with chemicals, because with every breath, Fuma felt more and more intoxicated. Fuma's dick twitches and he grunts again as he finds Kotaki's tongue looking for his own, finally submitting completely, weak to kisses he could compare to wine, his hands finding their way into Kotaki's locks, roughly gripping into them. Perhaps the truth was that Fuma had just been neglected lately, and that Kotaki gave him the sexual attention that he craved.
The younger male concedes and slips his hand into Fuma's underwear, a hand taking control of the hard, warm flesh, and pumping it slowly. Fuma also concedes, for the first time making a sound that wasn't entirely low and under his breath. He props himself up on an elbow, and runs a hand through his hair, shaking his head a bit incredulously. He opens his mouth to say something when Kotaki asks, blatantly, "Do you want to have sex?" And Fuma is left flabbergasted.
"What... exactly does that mean?" Fuma asks, raising an eyebrow, his hips seeming to move on their own as Kotaki kept on pumping him, his hand moving at an entirely quicker pace than before.
"You look sexy like this and I can tell you enjoy it, so why don't we take this to the next level?"
Fuma grimaces. He must have been easier to read than he thought, he makes another weak sound, cheeks flushing though he's sure that it's not because he's embarrassed or anything like that at all! Just, because Kotaki's hand has a certain feeling surrounding his dick like that and, fuck. After some thought, he pants, "Yes," and Kotaki ceases his movements once again, motioning for the older male to turn over.
Under the influence of lust, it’s simple for Fuma to act out any request that he’s given. This is how he ended up on all fours in front of Kotaki. It’s a new kind of exhilarating, Fuma finds, as Kotaki grips onto his hips and pushes the highly unnecessary clothes out of the way. He hears something like cap popping, and when cool liquid drips down his ass, Fuma makes a soft sound, a bit shocked. Then there’s something prodding at his asshole which is certainly an unfamiliar place to feel things poking about in, so he glances over his shoulder. The sight makes him weak enough that his knees practically buckle. Kotaki flashes a charming smile Fuma’s way and hums, rasping, “You’re okay with this, right?” Although it’s hard to process and Fuma almost does not want to outwardly respond, he’s afraid that if he showed any hesitation that Kotaki would stop.
“Yes,” he breathes, and as he says it, Kotaki begins to press a finger inside. He’s used enough of the liquid substance that it doesn’t bother Fuma at all, though it’s a strange, new sensation, and one that heightens his arousal like never before. It’s too bad he’s practically collapsing on the bed already and can’t even manage to worm his hand beneath the mattress and his body, leaving his dick unattended to for the time being.
Hearing the heaviness of Fuma’s breathing causes Kotaki to worry, but only a bit. He’s concerned about getting off himself, of course. It’s sure something to have an older man seemingly begging you to take his virgin ass. The idea of it makes him grin all the more. Still, he pauses, “Do you need more?” Fuma panics.
“More of w-what,” he spurts, eyes widening, though he does laugh despite this.
“Oh, uh, the lube,” Kotaki chuckles, guessing that Fuma was an entire beginner to this after all. Well, it would only make sense. Fuma shrugs, or does his best to do so, and that’s when Kotaki presses another finger against the first, testing the waters. Fuma has decided he likes the sensation well enough, and he can just barely feel the second finger, so he tries something. He lifts his ass up, pressing back towards Kotaki’s fingers. After this, he feels more cool liquid sliding down his crack and soon, a second intruding finger. This causes much more sensation than the first, though it’s not until Kotaki hooks his fingers over, easily searching for and finding a swollen spot and prods against it that Fuma totally loses it. He gasps, grunting, never outright moaning as his pride won’t let him and decides that he wants more of that. Kotaki obliges, pulling his fingers out a bit, scissoring them and then pushing back in, prodding that spot again and massaging gently. Fuma trembles beneath him and it makes him feel that much more powerful. Without asking, Kotaki goes for a third finger, relentlessly attacking Fuma’s prostate, and that’s when Fuma has departed. He gives into pleasure, not moaning, but whimpering under Kotaki’s ministrations. Frantically, he grabs his dick, tugging at it as he buries his face into his forearm.
No longer is Kotaki willing to wait, and hurriedly, he unzips his pants, letting his arousal free. He grips onto Fuma’s hips tight this time, pulling the older male back against his dick. He does enter right away, dripping more of the cool liquid between their bodies as he rubs his tip against Fuma’s newly-abused pucker. Fuma grits his teeth and hisses, “Don’t tease me,” and for the first time in his life, he knows what it’s like to be on the other end of such cruel actions. Finally, he gives in. Kotaki pushes inside Fuma, warm, tight heat enveloping his cock, eliciting a groan.
The intrusion is something completely different from fingers and something that he wasn’t as well prepared for as he could have been, but it doesn’t hurt. Fuma swears it doesn’t hurt. He curls a hand into a tight fist, and as Kotaki stays still like that for a moment, he’s able to at least feel a little more confident about this whole thing. Embarrassed to speak up, Fuma pushes back, and Kotaki takes the hint, trying hard to control himself-- and it’s very hard, because Fuma feels so fucking good, but pleasure is a two-way street. Though he could easily go for just pleasing himself, it was all the better if his partner was also satisfied. To satisfy Fuma would make Kotaki proud, to be able to check off someone on his list, so to speak.
After a while, the two of them get into a rhythm, one steady enough to provide Fuma with something that he can handle, and enough for Kotaki to get off. He pushes inside to the hilt, smirking as Fuma begins to bounce on his dick with no direction from himself. Kotaki’s pleasure mounts, and he pulls out, leaving Fuma feeling abandoned, but he gets what’s happening. Quickly, Fuma turns around, eyes heavy with lust as he continuously pumps his own erection, lips running along the younger male’s dick, almost smiling as he licks the tip, curiously, depravedly. Fuma’s plump lips pressing against him are enough to bring him over the edge and he comes all over them. Truthfully, Fuma feels a bit violated by this, but by this time, is too interested in his own arousal to care much what happens to him. He’s still furiously jerking himself off when Kotaki rolls over onto his back, staring up at the ceiling, quite breathless. Soon, Fuma follows, coming hard into his hand before he himself collapses back onto the bed. His face is still a mess, though, and Kotaki peeks open an eye to look over at the older male after he’s spent.
“You might wanna clean that up.”
luna_truths i believe this means its your turn(*´･ω･`*)
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Man. I feel like I'm still after Ri when I get words like this.. xD
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anything you write will be fine dude, that's the beauty of shiritori. riida is proud of you! ♥
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