[one-shot] A Good Pet
A Good Pet
Correction status: my usual beta went to bed 30 minutes before this post. So, unbeta'ed, lol.
Author(s) : yue_akuma
Pairing : Kanjani8/Yoko. (\o/)
Rating : NC-17.
Genre : Porn! What else!
Warnings : pet play, blowjobs, smexing, humiliation(?), everybody loves Yoko (*cough*), some D/S stuff, and, my favorite, bukkake! \:D/ *bricked*
Disclaimer : Nothing belongs to me, only the laptop (and eventually the collar).
Summary : Yoko is Kanjani's pet. And he likes it.
Notes : you should all go blame/thank my friend Laura/spurious, because her request (along with a few stories we 'wrote' together) kind of helped me getting out of art block. Also, she was supposed to wait for this before falling asleep, but she didn't reply to my IM for a good 30 minutes, so either Buffy ate her, or she's sleeping. THERE, WAKE UP AND HAVE SOME PORN.
If at first it was only once in a while, now it’s an usual thing. Even more when they’re done with a long day of work, and the next day is a day off. They would lock themselves in one of their apartments, and fasten the collar around Yoko’s neck.
Everybody else would be surprised, but after a few months they realized that their oldest member was feeling better when he was on his knees, following their orders - a way for him to be sure that they loved him, that he was taken care of. They would pet him, keep him close, tell him he’s a good boy - and, of course, punish him when he's disobedient, and reward him when he’s particularly good.
And, today, he’s been a really nice pet. He brought beers and snacks without them asking, helped with the showers, didn’t argue with anything they asked him. Back then, when they first started doing this, he used to be so embarrassed that he’d tell them to fuck off, wouldn’t obey, or would just stare at the floor blushing for long minutes. It was a long job to make him accept their authority - even though he liked the whole thing - but it was worth it.
Like for nights like this one. When Yoko’s extra nice and wanting to please everybody - and totally pliant and eager for anything they want to do to him.
The only thing he’s wearing is his collar, and a pretty shade of red blushing skin. That same skin is covered in a thin layer of sweat, and his hair looks like he just woke up - the perfect picture of the guy who just had the fuck of his life. Only, not yet, not totally.
“Open up.”
He does so, without thinking. Ryo grins, rubs his hard-on against his already red and ravaged lips, and Yoko moans, softly, almost too quietly for the others to hear. Kneeling behind him, Maru leaves kisses on his shoulders, his own erection waiting against the crack of Yoko’s ass.
“Good boy,” he whispers against his neck, making him purr as Ryo starts to thrust in his mouth, “you’re such a good boy.”
He likes being told that. Likes when they’re proud of him, when they’re happy; they’re always fair, give him back as much affection as he does. They know it, and they never lose a chance to prove it - usually, it’s Yasu or Maru praising him all the time, saying out loud what the others think but won’t say more than once in a night.
“Be a nice pet, Kimi-kun, suck me hard~”
He does that, too. He loves it, the weight of a cock on his tongue, the feeling of pleasing someone so intimately. He feels accomplished when Ryo moans, nearly fucking his mouth, but someone pulls at his hair, yanks him backward.
“Me too,” Hina growls, smirking when Yoko barely take a breath before swallowing him as deep as he can, eyes fluttering close. He moans with his mouth full as Ryo starts to slap his face with his hard-on.
“You’re hungry tonight, aren’t you?”
Yoko nods as good as he can, pulls back to try to take both cocks at the same time, fails, grabs them both and alternates sucking one and the other. Maru’s warmth vanishes from behind him, and he doesn’t have to look up to know that they’re all starting to gather around him. There’s pre-come all over his body - they like to extend the teasing to the maximum - and a gentle hand smears it even more down his back.
“Kimi-kun, you look so hot,” Ohkura whispers, his hand replacing Hina’s own in Yoko’s hair, petting him.
“We had enough of that though,” Subaru sighs, and suddenly his mouth is empty and Yoko whimpers at the loss. “Time to check if he’s still stretched enough.”
Their main singer crouches in front of him, caresses his face. “Don’t you want to have more, little pet?”
“Please,” he says, his voice raw, “please Masters.”
“Good.” Subaru stands back up, grins. “Turn around, ass in the air.”
Yoko turns red, but does as he’s ordered. He had a big dildo in him for a good hour before they started playing with him, and then a few of them fucked him to widen him up a bit more, so he knows he must still be quite loose.
“We could fuck him like that without problem,” Ryo chuckles behind him once he’s in position, and Yoko closes his eyes and rests his cheek to the floor when a finger then two start poking at his entrance. Somehow, he’d like them to do it - he likes to suck, but being filled is something he can never get tired of.
He hears Yasu humming thoughtfully - the way he does when he’s got an idea. “How about we let him fuck himself on us? Maybe to try to make us come?”
“But he’s not allowed to come himself,” Hina adds, and Yoko feels his own dick twitching at this idea.
It doesn’t take long for him to start; and he starts with Subaru because he’s the easier one to set off. Yoko growls when he takes him in, liking to be stretched once again, and rides him in fast moves right from the beginning. It feels good, almost too good, and he tries to control himself but he’s too far gone for this. What he doesn’t expect, though, is that Subaru pushes him off, all but throwing him into Maru arms - but that doesn’t stop Yoko from straddling him, impaling himself as deep as he can before starting a quick pace.
“Come on Kimi-chan,” Shota says from where he’s sitting next to Maru, “we know how you like that, how you like to be fucked… Make us fill you up until it’s dripping out of you…”
“But don’t come,” Hina’s voice booms from the other side of the room; “behave!”
“Heard the boss?” Ryuhei croons, thrusting up hard and making Yoko cry out even louder. “We know you’re a good little slut, but try to control yourself~”
It’s hard, but he manages to do so. None of them come, despite him riding them like a man possessed, but he’s too caught up in his own pleasure to realize it. They stop him when he comes closer to the edge for the fourth time, so crazy with need that he’s almost crying from it. Yoko keeps on whimpering, his cock leaking and his breath uneven, but he lets them move him around until he’s back to kneeling on the floor, looking even more like a horny mess.
“What do you want?” Tadayoshi asks, voice tight as he starts to feel really needy too.
Yoko stutters. “I want-want more, please…”
Hina chuckles, pets him. “More of what?”
“More,” he whispers, “just-give me-I want you all, please…”
And then the stream of pleads doesn’t stop, whispered, whimpered, growled. His eyes are unfocused when he looks up at them; he blinks as sweat drips down his forehead, and shudders when Ryo follows a bead down his back with a finger.
“On all fours,” Maru says then, surprising them all a bit. He adds ‘good boy’ when Yoko obeys, and follows the lines of his back with his tongue, making Yoko moan long and high-pitched. The bassist stops just above Yoko’s hole, and the noises grow in intensity.
“Tell us exactly what you want,” Hina says, so softly it’s almost out of character. Yoko keens, bites his lower lip, and exhales.
“Please, Masters, I’ll do anything you want, I’m your slut, whatever you want from me, just give it to me, let me come, please...”
Maru chuckles, moves, and the next thing Yoko knows there are three fingers inside him, buried as far as they can, stretching him out more - and he knows they’re from three different persons. He writhes back against it, looks up; Hina rubs his cock against his lips the same way Ryo did earlier, but pulls away when Yoko tries to lick it.
“What do you want Kimi?”
“I… Want to have it… Please…”
Hina smirks. “How about you try to resist the urge to suck me dry? If you’re good, you’ll have a reward.”
“What would you want?” Yasu taunts. “Come while being fucked? Fingered? Sucked?”
Pre-come’s starting to smear all over his face, and Yoko moans, barely coherent enough to remember what Hina told him and yet not enough to reply to the question; he just hear words, dirty ones, which are making him even more horny and desperate. The fingers start hitting the right spot and he’s all but lost in his own moans.
“Maybe we should indulge him a bit” Ohkura’s saying from behind him, but Ryo - also from behind him - just snorts.
“Why, aren’t we already? Doesn’t he look happy enough?”
“Ryo-chan’s got a point,” Maru says, “Yuuchin seems to like that more than we could have thought. Right Yucchin?”
Yoko just slumps on the floor, hips moving on their own, lips dry from panting hard.
It takes another bunch of minutes - his brain only registering the pleasure coming from his backside, his rock hard cock, and the one poking and rubbing endlessly at his lips without never letting him lick it - before Yoko hears someone talking to him.
“Kimi,” Subaru growls, “touch yourself. You know you want to.”
He half-groans a ‘thank you’ before reaching out for his cock, and the mere touch is enough to send him from ‘relatively close’ to ‘I’m coming on my next heartbeat’. Only, somewhere in the back of his mind, he knows that they didn’t allow him to come yet, so he tries - and god knows it’s difficult - to hold back. He doesn’t even realize he’s crying before someone wipes a tear from his cheek.
“Do you want to stop?” Shota asks him, worry in his voice. “Is it too much?”
He shakes his head; it’s not too much, it’s not enough.
“We should let him come, he’s been a pretty good boy so far,” Maru adds.
Arms are lifting him upright, and fingers map his face; Yoko purrs.
“Not yet,” Hina says. “Right, little pet?”
Yoko nods, sucks a finger between his lips, licks at the fingertips until he hears Hina’s breathe catch. “Good little slut,” he whispers fondly, and Yoko all but melts.
Someone spanks him then, thrice, not enough to really hurt but enough to burn, and his need to come starts to be overwhelming, his fingers still loosely stroking his cock.
“Be nice” somebody says, and Yoko blindly searches Maru and all but launches himself at him, swallowing down quickly, and sucking him as hard as he’s turned on, while Yasu pets him, subtly pushing him to take more of Maru’s cock - he knows it’s Yasu because he’s calling him ‘good boy’ everytime Maru moans.
The fingers in his ass are going faster now, unrelenting, and he whimpers around Maru’s hard-on; he loses his composure when one of the digits starts probing aggressively at his sweet spot, making him pull back and cry out and beg them to let him stop or he’ll come.
As an answer, the fingers disappear and someone thrusts into him, hard, and he tries his hardest not to come right on the spot.
“Masters, please, please…”
He can barely breathe; his begging gets desperate and louder as he feels like passing out from too much pleasure.
“Please, I can't take it anymore, it's too good-please-oh god-more!”
They must deem he suffered enough, because then whoever was fucking him pulls out and there’s a bit of hair-pulling to make him kneel up. He tries to focus, blinking, and then realize that they’re all around him and-oh, yes, he knows what’s coming.
He licks his lips as they stroke themselves, a delicious feeling starting to pool low in his belly, and it’s even stronger when Ryo says “beg for it.”
Yoko whines, all shame and embarrassment gone and swallowed by the mix between his need and pure lust.
“Don’t worry,” Subaru chuckles, “once we’ve all come, it’ll be your turn~”
He nods, opens his mouth, tries to lick at the nearest cocks, but Hina pushes him back on his knees.
“No! Beg for it! Try to make us come by asking for it-you know you can do it!”
Indeed he knows; it already happened a few times. He tries to talk once, twice, but his throat feels raw and Yoko whines in frustration.
“Please,” he finally manages, “please Masters, give it to me!”
Hands are flying more quickly now, and he’s satisfied to hear moans, growls; he’s doing a good job, his Masters are feeling good thanks to him. So he keeps on whimpering, his own words making him feel even hotter, his hard-on angry red and close to pulsing.
“I'm trying so hard to be a good slut for you-please, please give your fucktoy all you've got, want to feel it dripping on my face, I want-want to drown in your come, please!”
It seems to do the trick, as they all come, all over his face, neck, hair; the whole sticky mess drips on his skin and he moans feeling it-and it triggers his orgasm, hitting him harder than any other. He doesn’t even have to touch himself, releasing in long spurts, wailing, tasting six different tastes on his lips.
When he’s done, his body gives out; he collapses, shaking hard, muscles spasming, and in the haze of his afterglow he realizes that he came without being told to.
“Sorry,” he apologizes half-coherently, “Masters, sorry, I-I…”
But his words are shushed gently as they carry him to the bathroom to clean him up, tell him that it's okay, how good of a pet he was, and how much they love him.
He falls asleep to the feeling of six pairs of hands washing him softly.
.END.
THERE. I lost my coherency somewhere in this fic! *o*