smutty things
I am just going to leave a couple of smut meme fills here. Well, separately of course, but you get it. :3
Originally posted here.
Doggy Boys
Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki
NC-17-- sort of cosplay and pet play going on, a little bit of bondage
I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will.
"There's a good boy," Koki murmurs as he fastens the thick leather collar around Junno's neck. He buckles it tight, but leaves enough room to let him easily wrap his fingers around it. Junno gasps as Koki does exactly that, wriggling his fingers between the leather and Junno's neck.
Koki tugs on the collar, smirking down at Junno from his perch upon his lap. His jacket has long since been dropped to the floor behind himself; Junno's hands are supporting him as he teasingly grinds their still-clothed erections together. The little whimpers Junno can't stop are perfectly in keeping with the pointed puppy ears Koki had insisted he wear.
Junno had protested, of course, but Koki is very good at changing his mind.
Koki attaches the lead, a good length of thick chain, to the gleaming buckle of the collar. He stands, then begins walking backward to the bed. The chain draws taut, urging Junno forward; he slides from the chair to his hands and knees.
He stops at the side of the bed, free hand on his hip as he waits for Junno to come to a halt in front of him. Junno crawls, eyes defiantly raised and almost black with lust. Koki drags a hand through Junno’s tousled hair, still smirking as he says, “Undress me. Of course, you can’t use your hands unless I say so.”
Junno rises up on his knees, bracing himself with his hands against the edge of the bed, carefully not touching Koki. He nuzzles against Koki’s waist, then nudges his head against him to get him to turn to the side. Koki does, watching through his eyelashes as Junno maintains eye contact as he grips the edge of Koki’s cummerbund with his teeth and pulls against the velcro holding it together.
He lets it drop to the floor once it’s opened, then nudges Koki again so he can gently mouth at the button of his pants. Koki gasps at that, and twists his fingers into Junno’s hair. Very carefully, Junno grasps the zipper tab between his teeth; Koki moans, flushing as his cock twitches against Junno’s careful compliance with his instructions. Junno laughs a bit, earning a smack to his ass with the end of his lead.
Koki reluctantly lets go of Junno’s hair so he can pull the zipper down; once that’s out of the way Junno grabs the edge of the pants to pull them down as well. Koki has mercy, and helps with that, pushing the trousers down so that they pool in the floor along with his discarded waistband. Of course he’d skipped underwear, and his erection peeks out from the tails of his silk button-down.
Koki sits on the edge of the bed, toes barely touching the floor as he leans back. He still has a loose grip on the lead, and tugs it forward. Junno has no choice but to follow its pull, and he glances up at Koki before leaning forward and dragging his tongue along Koki’s cock with no further prompting. His fingers clench into the sheets and around the end of the lead, and Koki barely manages to gasp, “More.”
Junno pulls away, pulling a disappointed noise from Koki before swallowing him down. He bobs his head back and forth, occasionally flicking the sensitive spot on the underside, earning strangled noises from Koki. Koki loops the chain around Junno’s shoulders, holding him in place. It only encourages him to suck harder, and Koki lets go of the lead to flail a hand under the pillow behind himself.
Koki grabs the lube he’d stashed there earlier, and he pushes Junno away. He shoves the tube into Junno’s hand and lies back, losing another piece of his costume as his hat falls onto the bed. Junno spreads Koki’s legs and slicks his fingers, touch light and teasing before Koki makes an impatient noise and grabs for the end of the chain.
Junno laughs at Koki’s impatience as his chain is yanked, and he slips a single finger around Koki’s rim. He only slides it in when Koki jerks his lead again and makes a whining sort of growl deep in his throat. “Faster, Junno,” Koki mewls, arching into the touch.
Junno can’t deny such a request, and Koki groans when he adds another finger. He scissors them in and out, twisting them around as Koki writhes atop the sheets.
“I’m ready,” Koki struggles with the syllables, and whines when Junno ignores him to slide one more finger in. He does it quickly, before Koki can get a good grip on the lead and pull him away; Junno finally obeys, pulling his fingers out and wiping them on the sheets. He stands and shoves his jeans down, leaving them to join the rest of Koki’s clothes in the floor.
“There’s one on the nightstand,” Koki blurts out, struggling to sit up. Junno finds the condom and rolls it on, then slicks himself before climbing onto the bed. He sits up against the headboard and pulls Koki to straddle his lap.
The lead is forgotten as Koki balances with his hands on Junno’s shoulders. Junno lines himself up and holds Koki steady with one hand as he eases down. Koki stills, and Junno begins unbuttoning his shirt to distract himself from immediately thrusting up into the tight heat.
Junno slides his hands up Koki’s torso, sliding the shirt off of his shoulders and down his arms, letting it fall. He slips the tie over Koki’s head, nimbly grabbing his wrists in one hand. Koki’s breath hitches as Junno repurposes the tie, looping it around his hands and pulling it tight. Junno lifts Koki’s bound arms over his head, letting them rest over his shoulders.
Koki’s fingers twist around the collar and into Junno’s hair once more, and he gasps as Junno thrusts up once, hard. This time Junno is smirking, and he begins a brutal pace.
The only sounds in the room are Koki’s throaty noises as he bounces in Junno’s lap, and the low grunts of exertion that Junno lets slip. Junno braces his feet against the mattress, slightly changing the angle and the volume of Koki’s moans.
“Junno,” Koki begins, “I’m getting close.”
Junno is silent, smirking up at Koki. Koki leans forward, pressing their cheeks together as he whimpers into Junno’s ear. The only response is harder thrusting, and Koki sobs a little bit. He tries tugging at Junno’s collar, though it does no good.
“Bad dog.” The words have no effect, much to Koki’s disappointment. He tries to untangle his arms from around Junno’s shoulders, and he’s finally granted relief as Junno helps him move his hands to a more convenient position.
Koki wraps both of his hands around himself, jerking himself in time with Junno’s thrusts. The stimulation is too much and he gasps quietly as his orgasm washes over him. Koki’s eyes close of their own accord as he feels himself clench around Junno; he’s bounced even harder as Junno continues to fuck him. Too soon, Koki feels the way Junno pulses deep inside him and shudders to a halt.
Koki buries his face against Junno’s neck, laughing weakly when Junno presses a sloppy kiss to his collarbone. It’s mostly tongue, and Koki doesn’t even have the energy to hit Junno when he mutters, “Wan, wan~” into his ear.
Finally Koki is able to move, and he gracelessly rolls to the side as Junno stands to dispose of the condom. He wriggles his hands out of his tie and drops it onto the pile of clothes next to the bed. There’s a box of tissues on the nightstand, and Koki hastily cleans up. Junno returns and leans over Koki, patiently waiting as Koki unbuckles the collar, leaving the lead attached to it; the whole kit joins their discarded clothing.
Junno tugs the blanket and sheets out from under Koki, then joins him in bed. Blankets pulled comfortably around them, Koki lets Junno gather him up in his arms. Before they doze off, Koki threads fingers into Junno’s hair once more, half-petting him as he pulls the puppy ears off and drops them over the edge of the bed.
Originally posted here.
Doggy Boys
Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki
NC-17-- sort of cosplay and pet play going on, a little bit of bondage
I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will.
"There's a good boy," Koki murmurs as he fastens the thick leather collar around Junno's neck. He buckles it tight, but leaves enough room to let him easily wrap his fingers around it. Junno gasps as Koki does exactly that, wriggling his fingers between the leather and Junno's neck.
Koki tugs on the collar, smirking down at Junno from his perch upon his lap. His jacket has long since been dropped to the floor behind himself; Junno's hands are supporting him as he teasingly grinds their still-clothed erections together. The little whimpers Junno can't stop are perfectly in keeping with the pointed puppy ears Koki had insisted he wear.
Junno had protested, of course, but Koki is very good at changing his mind.
Koki attaches the lead, a good length of thick chain, to the gleaming buckle of the collar. He stands, then begins walking backward to the bed. The chain draws taut, urging Junno forward; he slides from the chair to his hands and knees.
He stops at the side of the bed, free hand on his hip as he waits for Junno to come to a halt in front of him. Junno crawls, eyes defiantly raised and almost black with lust. Koki drags a hand through Junno’s tousled hair, still smirking as he says, “Undress me. Of course, you can’t use your hands unless I say so.”
Junno rises up on his knees, bracing himself with his hands against the edge of the bed, carefully not touching Koki. He nuzzles against Koki’s waist, then nudges his head against him to get him to turn to the side. Koki does, watching through his eyelashes as Junno maintains eye contact as he grips the edge of Koki’s cummerbund with his teeth and pulls against the velcro holding it together.
He lets it drop to the floor once it’s opened, then nudges Koki again so he can gently mouth at the button of his pants. Koki gasps at that, and twists his fingers into Junno’s hair. Very carefully, Junno grasps the zipper tab between his teeth; Koki moans, flushing as his cock twitches against Junno’s careful compliance with his instructions. Junno laughs a bit, earning a smack to his ass with the end of his lead.
Koki reluctantly lets go of Junno’s hair so he can pull the zipper down; once that’s out of the way Junno grabs the edge of the pants to pull them down as well. Koki has mercy, and helps with that, pushing the trousers down so that they pool in the floor along with his discarded waistband. Of course he’d skipped underwear, and his erection peeks out from the tails of his silk button-down.
Koki sits on the edge of the bed, toes barely touching the floor as he leans back. He still has a loose grip on the lead, and tugs it forward. Junno has no choice but to follow its pull, and he glances up at Koki before leaning forward and dragging his tongue along Koki’s cock with no further prompting. His fingers clench into the sheets and around the end of the lead, and Koki barely manages to gasp, “More.”
Junno pulls away, pulling a disappointed noise from Koki before swallowing him down. He bobs his head back and forth, occasionally flicking the sensitive spot on the underside, earning strangled noises from Koki. Koki loops the chain around Junno’s shoulders, holding him in place. It only encourages him to suck harder, and Koki lets go of the lead to flail a hand under the pillow behind himself.
Koki grabs the lube he’d stashed there earlier, and he pushes Junno away. He shoves the tube into Junno’s hand and lies back, losing another piece of his costume as his hat falls onto the bed. Junno spreads Koki’s legs and slicks his fingers, touch light and teasing before Koki makes an impatient noise and grabs for the end of the chain.
Junno laughs at Koki’s impatience as his chain is yanked, and he slips a single finger around Koki’s rim. He only slides it in when Koki jerks his lead again and makes a whining sort of growl deep in his throat. “Faster, Junno,” Koki mewls, arching into the touch.
Junno can’t deny such a request, and Koki groans when he adds another finger. He scissors them in and out, twisting them around as Koki writhes atop the sheets.
“I’m ready,” Koki struggles with the syllables, and whines when Junno ignores him to slide one more finger in. He does it quickly, before Koki can get a good grip on the lead and pull him away; Junno finally obeys, pulling his fingers out and wiping them on the sheets. He stands and shoves his jeans down, leaving them to join the rest of Koki’s clothes in the floor.
“There’s one on the nightstand,” Koki blurts out, struggling to sit up. Junno finds the condom and rolls it on, then slicks himself before climbing onto the bed. He sits up against the headboard and pulls Koki to straddle his lap.
The lead is forgotten as Koki balances with his hands on Junno’s shoulders. Junno lines himself up and holds Koki steady with one hand as he eases down. Koki stills, and Junno begins unbuttoning his shirt to distract himself from immediately thrusting up into the tight heat.
Junno slides his hands up Koki’s torso, sliding the shirt off of his shoulders and down his arms, letting it fall. He slips the tie over Koki’s head, nimbly grabbing his wrists in one hand. Koki’s breath hitches as Junno repurposes the tie, looping it around his hands and pulling it tight. Junno lifts Koki’s bound arms over his head, letting them rest over his shoulders.
Koki’s fingers twist around the collar and into Junno’s hair once more, and he gasps as Junno thrusts up once, hard. This time Junno is smirking, and he begins a brutal pace.
The only sounds in the room are Koki’s throaty noises as he bounces in Junno’s lap, and the low grunts of exertion that Junno lets slip. Junno braces his feet against the mattress, slightly changing the angle and the volume of Koki’s moans.
“Junno,” Koki begins, “I’m getting close.”
Junno is silent, smirking up at Koki. Koki leans forward, pressing their cheeks together as he whimpers into Junno’s ear. The only response is harder thrusting, and Koki sobs a little bit. He tries tugging at Junno’s collar, though it does no good.
“Bad dog.” The words have no effect, much to Koki’s disappointment. He tries to untangle his arms from around Junno’s shoulders, and he’s finally granted relief as Junno helps him move his hands to a more convenient position.
Koki wraps both of his hands around himself, jerking himself in time with Junno’s thrusts. The stimulation is too much and he gasps quietly as his orgasm washes over him. Koki’s eyes close of their own accord as he feels himself clench around Junno; he’s bounced even harder as Junno continues to fuck him. Too soon, Koki feels the way Junno pulses deep inside him and shudders to a halt.
Koki buries his face against Junno’s neck, laughing weakly when Junno presses a sloppy kiss to his collarbone. It’s mostly tongue, and Koki doesn’t even have the energy to hit Junno when he mutters, “Wan, wan~” into his ear.
Finally Koki is able to move, and he gracelessly rolls to the side as Junno stands to dispose of the condom. He wriggles his hands out of his tie and drops it onto the pile of clothes next to the bed. There’s a box of tissues on the nightstand, and Koki hastily cleans up. Junno returns and leans over Koki, patiently waiting as Koki unbuckles the collar, leaving the lead attached to it; the whole kit joins their discarded clothing.
Junno tugs the blanket and sheets out from under Koki, then joins him in bed. Blankets pulled comfortably around them, Koki lets Junno gather him up in his arms. Before they doze off, Koki threads fingers into Junno’s hair once more, half-petting him as he pulls the puppy ears off and drops them over the edge of the bed.