THE KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN! KINK MEME REBORN!
Hey fandom, it's been five months since we last had a decent kink meme going and anonymous cries for a new one have not gone un-heard.
THE SET-UP IS SIMPLE: Anonymously post a pairing (a threesome, a foursome, an orgy, etc) or a character and a kink in the comments of this post. It can be a personal
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“Hey, Gokudera, could you come give me a hand with this for a sec?” Yamamoto grins as he leans partially out of the door of his office.
The silver-haired intern looks up, scowling irritably. “I’m on my break.” He replies curtly, taking a vicious bite out of his sandwich, chewing rapidly. He glowers at Yamamoto. Out of all the damn people I could have been stuck with, it had to be some baseball obsessed, incompetent freak.
“Aw, come on! It’ll only take five minutes.” Gokudera’s boss says cheerfully, and before Gokudera knows it, he’s being hauled into the other man’s office. The intern yanks his arm free from Yamamoto, and straightens, an angry demand on the tip of his tongue.
The door clicks shut behind them.
“So, what the fuck is it?” Gokudera growls, turning to face Yamamoto. He runs a hand through his hair, wishing for a smoke right now. Suddenly, Gokudera finds himself slammed against the edge of the large wooden desk, tie dragging his face closer to Yamamoto and being orally molested by him no less. His eyes widen in shock, and he struggles to push the larger man off him with no avail.
Yamamoto uses Gokudera’s tie to pull him closer, and breaks the kiss. “Just relax.” He whispers against Gokudera’s lips, before capturing them once again, tongue flicking against them languidly. Yamamoto tugs the elastic from the silvery locks of hair, and winds his fingers in them before their mouths clash together.
Gokudera finds his resistance melting, and to his horror, a choked moan escapes from his throat. There’s a stirring in his stomach, and he can feel himself getting hard as Yamamoto lifts him more fully onto the desk. Papers scatter, and pens roll haphazardly off the desk, clattering to the floor.
“W-what the fuck are you doing?” he grinds out angrily in a brief moment of lucidity, before Gokudera’s lost again in a haze of pure ecstasy. There’s no answer anyways, and Gokudera thinks, Stupid, inarticulate baseball freak of a molesting boss. But even the silver-haired man cannot deny the feeling, and he stops his protests.
Hands fumbling against each other’s button up shirts and ties, they fling them off before touching, feeling like there’s no tomorrow. The clothes land with a thump on the carpeted floor of the office. Gokudera whimpers with need, grinding his hips against Yamamoto’s. Long, agile fingers jerk the pants off him in one movement, and Gokudera nearly cries out when Yamamoto strokes his cock, teasing the head. The intern flushes, and both of them are panting heavily as Yamamoto continues to fondle with his intern’s arousal. Gokudera kisses him, pressing closer, and Yamamoto uses this as a distraction to shove inside him.
There’s pain, and Gokudera bites down hard in his surprise on Yamamoto’s lip. The taste of blood invades their senses, mixing with the pleasure and pain. Yamamoto rolls his hips experimentally, and is rewarded with a heady groan, mixed with little mewling noises.
The oak wood of the desk is unforgiving on Gokudera’s back as Yamamoto fucks him, and he clenches his legs tightly around him, breath coming as pants, and with a choked out whimper, Gokudera says. “The d-door’s not locked, you dumbass- aah!”
Gokudera can just feel Yamamoto’s smug grin even though his face is over his shoulder.
“Haha, didn’t you hear it lock earlier? No one -nnnh, w-will bother us~.”
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Awesome, awesome~~ Soo sexy!
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