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Title: Secret Admirer
Author:
crimson_raining
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1152
Pairing: tentacle x Mizuki Hajime
Warning: Tentacle Squick Fic, pointless pr0n
Summary: Sometimes you should be cautious about presents from secret admirers, they might just be used as blackmail.
Previous Chapters Stories: all tentacles listed here
Disclaimer: I am a poor Canadian, I couldn't own it if I tried.
Beta:
stolen_faith98
A/N: About damn time for this one eh? Hope you tentacle fans out there enjoy this and comments make my world go around ^_^ Voting is not going to take place for the next one, but the one after that.
Being the most intelligent and the best looking if he would say so himself, Mizuki didn’t find it surprising when he found gifts from anonymous lovers and secret admirers. Though when he found himself staring at the odd plant that had somehow made its way onto his desk in his dorm room, the tennis manager didn’t know quite how to take it. Sure it was a nice gesture and all, but it had to be one of the most . . . unusual plants he had ever seen, not to mention that the person would have had to practically broken into his room to deliver it.
That was the part that was really getting to him. He hoped that it was just Akazawa-kun or perhaps Yuuta-kun that had brought it. Though he knew deep down that it wasn’t any of his teammates; they would have said something about it. Checking his door over for signs of forced entry, he found nothing out of the normal. So he just closed the door and went over to examine his new possession.
There wasn’t really anything about it that stood out as abnormally stranger then any other part of it. The large center bulb, the strange waxy leaves, the pot that was far too deep for the plant and to top it all off the giant purple bow that was tied around the pot. He wasn’t going to tell anybody that he personally found the large gaudy thing quite nice by his standards. After a few minutes of looking the thing over he found one last thing that bothered him - there was no card, no note, nothing. Normally his admirers would leave something behind so he could tell which one it had been, each one having a different shade of purple paper for their cards.
Bushing it off as a mere coincidence Mizuki did the only thing that seemed appropriate, he decided to take a closer look at the thing. Sitting down elegantly in his chair, he derived the best place to start was the large center bulb. He poked it softly a few times, looking at it as close as he could without his nose being tickled by the leaves. It almost looked like a bud of a flower, he could feel the seams where two leaves, or something, overlapped when he ran his fingers over it. He was engrossed with trying to figure out how it opened that he never noticed the tentacle like vines starting to worm their way out between the waxy leaves.
With a quick intake of breath, his head shot away from the plant as one of the small vines wrapped itself around his finger before sliding along his palm and then coiling again around his wrist. Almost hyperventilating, he moved his other well-manicured hand over in an attempt to pry it off. As soon as he touched the vine around his wrist another one grabbed a hold of his free hand.
So now he sat not moving in his chair, not only being touched but practically bound, by the . . . thing. He tried slowing his breathing back to a normal pace as he attempted to think a way out of his predicament without calling for anyone else. Those thoughts halted along with his breathing when he felt something cool slither under his loose shirt and start to wriggle into his pants. A quiet, high pitch sniveling whine escaped his lips as he felt it squirm along his pelvis and caress the base of his member.
Though unwelcome, the touch was definitely stimulating as he could feel his cock hardening at the persistent caresses. Giving out another one of his slightly pathetic whines as the vine worked further into his pants he tried to squirm away from it. This only ended up in him grinding into the vines hold as it wrapped around his member causing him to give out a gasp that slowly morphed into a moan as it started to stroke him.
As his eyes drifted shut he saw move of the tentacle-like vines worming out of the pot between the waxy leaves and reaching out for his clothing. He heard his pants being unzipped and he could feel the fabric then being gently tugged down to his knees. Boxers quickly following he soon felt the cool air hit his now hot skin. With the combined sensations of his legs being spread wide, something slick running over his entrance and the delicious friction along his cock he gave out another moan. All thoughts of resistance fled as one of the vines started to work itself inside him.
His back arched as it worked deeper into him as other vines worked their way underneath his shirt to toy with his bellybutton and nipples. The prolonged, deliberate movements were slowly starting to push him closer and closer to release. He could feel building inside of him, every whisper soft touch and caress on his skin combined with the methodical deep thrusting driving him on. The vine then found the bundle of nerves deep inside him.
Giving out an almost piercing cry, Hajime came hard as it all became too much. He could feel his own come sputtering over his stomach and for the first time didn’t really care. Panting, he just slumped into the chair, not even trying to keep up his good posture. The vines petted him softly and made him hum with contentment. He could feel the other tentacle slowly slipping out of him and he gave a little mewl of loss before the others placated him.
The next day when he entered his room he found the plant gone and in its place a large manila envelope. Once again checking his door for signs of forced entry before moving to the desk, Hajime sat down and dumped its contents onto his desk. His eyes went wide as he stared down at what had to be at least ten different photos of yesterday’s incident. All of them were full colour and showed every single detail in high quality on the large photo paper.
That’s when he remembered the faint methodical clicking noise that he had merely dismissed. It would seem that it had been a horrible lack of intelligence on his part to do so. Quickly rummaging through the highly embarrassing pictures, Hajime desperately looked for any kind of note. Not finding one he opened up the envelope and shook it until a piece of vibrant yellow paper fell out.
Shuddering at the horrifying colour, he extended one hand out tentatively to pick it up. Cringing as it touched his skin; he unfolded the letter and quickly read it as fast as possible. He gasped and threw the paper back as if it burned him. There was no way in hell that he was becoming some . . . some . . . prostitute.
Author:
crimson_raining
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1152
Pairing: tentacle x Mizuki Hajime
Warning: Tentacle Squick Fic, pointless pr0n
Summary: Sometimes you should be cautious about presents from secret admirers, they might just be used as blackmail.
Previous Chapters Stories: all tentacles listed here
Disclaimer: I am a poor Canadian, I couldn't own it if I tried.
Beta:
stolen_faith98
A/N: About damn time for this one eh? Hope you tentacle fans out there enjoy this and comments make my world go around ^_^ Voting is not going to take place for the next one, but the one after that.
Being the most intelligent and the best looking if he would say so himself, Mizuki didn’t find it surprising when he found gifts from anonymous lovers and secret admirers. Though when he found himself staring at the odd plant that had somehow made its way onto his desk in his dorm room, the tennis manager didn’t know quite how to take it. Sure it was a nice gesture and all, but it had to be one of the most . . . unusual plants he had ever seen, not to mention that the person would have had to practically broken into his room to deliver it.
That was the part that was really getting to him. He hoped that it was just Akazawa-kun or perhaps Yuuta-kun that had brought it. Though he knew deep down that it wasn’t any of his teammates; they would have said something about it. Checking his door over for signs of forced entry, he found nothing out of the normal. So he just closed the door and went over to examine his new possession.
There wasn’t really anything about it that stood out as abnormally stranger then any other part of it. The large center bulb, the strange waxy leaves, the pot that was far too deep for the plant and to top it all off the giant purple bow that was tied around the pot. He wasn’t going to tell anybody that he personally found the large gaudy thing quite nice by his standards. After a few minutes of looking the thing over he found one last thing that bothered him - there was no card, no note, nothing. Normally his admirers would leave something behind so he could tell which one it had been, each one having a different shade of purple paper for their cards.
Bushing it off as a mere coincidence Mizuki did the only thing that seemed appropriate, he decided to take a closer look at the thing. Sitting down elegantly in his chair, he derived the best place to start was the large center bulb. He poked it softly a few times, looking at it as close as he could without his nose being tickled by the leaves. It almost looked like a bud of a flower, he could feel the seams where two leaves, or something, overlapped when he ran his fingers over it. He was engrossed with trying to figure out how it opened that he never noticed the tentacle like vines starting to worm their way out between the waxy leaves.
With a quick intake of breath, his head shot away from the plant as one of the small vines wrapped itself around his finger before sliding along his palm and then coiling again around his wrist. Almost hyperventilating, he moved his other well-manicured hand over in an attempt to pry it off. As soon as he touched the vine around his wrist another one grabbed a hold of his free hand.
So now he sat not moving in his chair, not only being touched but practically bound, by the . . . thing. He tried slowing his breathing back to a normal pace as he attempted to think a way out of his predicament without calling for anyone else. Those thoughts halted along with his breathing when he felt something cool slither under his loose shirt and start to wriggle into his pants. A quiet, high pitch sniveling whine escaped his lips as he felt it squirm along his pelvis and caress the base of his member.
Though unwelcome, the touch was definitely stimulating as he could feel his cock hardening at the persistent caresses. Giving out another one of his slightly pathetic whines as the vine worked further into his pants he tried to squirm away from it. This only ended up in him grinding into the vines hold as it wrapped around his member causing him to give out a gasp that slowly morphed into a moan as it started to stroke him.
As his eyes drifted shut he saw move of the tentacle-like vines worming out of the pot between the waxy leaves and reaching out for his clothing. He heard his pants being unzipped and he could feel the fabric then being gently tugged down to his knees. Boxers quickly following he soon felt the cool air hit his now hot skin. With the combined sensations of his legs being spread wide, something slick running over his entrance and the delicious friction along his cock he gave out another moan. All thoughts of resistance fled as one of the vines started to work itself inside him.
His back arched as it worked deeper into him as other vines worked their way underneath his shirt to toy with his bellybutton and nipples. The prolonged, deliberate movements were slowly starting to push him closer and closer to release. He could feel building inside of him, every whisper soft touch and caress on his skin combined with the methodical deep thrusting driving him on. The vine then found the bundle of nerves deep inside him.
Giving out an almost piercing cry, Hajime came hard as it all became too much. He could feel his own come sputtering over his stomach and for the first time didn’t really care. Panting, he just slumped into the chair, not even trying to keep up his good posture. The vines petted him softly and made him hum with contentment. He could feel the other tentacle slowly slipping out of him and he gave a little mewl of loss before the others placated him.
The next day when he entered his room he found the plant gone and in its place a large manila envelope. Once again checking his door for signs of forced entry before moving to the desk, Hajime sat down and dumped its contents onto his desk. His eyes went wide as he stared down at what had to be at least ten different photos of yesterday’s incident. All of them were full colour and showed every single detail in high quality on the large photo paper.
That’s when he remembered the faint methodical clicking noise that he had merely dismissed. It would seem that it had been a horrible lack of intelligence on his part to do so. Quickly rummaging through the highly embarrassing pictures, Hajime desperately looked for any kind of note. Not finding one he opened up the envelope and shook it until a piece of vibrant yellow paper fell out.
Shuddering at the horrifying colour, he extended one hand out tentatively to pick it up. Cringing as it touched his skin; he unfolded the letter and quickly read it as fast as possible. He gasped and threw the paper back as if it burned him. There was no way in hell that he was becoming some . . . some . . . prostitute.