Kingdom Hearts Kink Meme
KINGDOM HEARTS KINK MEME
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Rules:
1. Post a pairing plus a kink.
1a. One request per comment.
1b. The only kink not allowed on this meme is anything involving underage sex. What I mean by this is if, either in the request or fic, it is made clear (either by stating a number or giving a physical description) that ( Read more... )
Indexed at kh-kinkmeme
and on delicious here
Rules:
1. Post a pairing plus a kink.
1a. One request per comment.
1b. The only kink not allowed on this meme is anything involving underage sex. What I mean by this is if, either in the request or fic, it is made clear (either by stating a number or giving a physical description) that ( Read more... )
Zexion was a top student, no - the top student at his college. Everyone knew it - the professors, the students, everyone. He didn't even have to apply to get it, he wanted to go there and it was already accepted that was what he was going to do. He obtained prefect marks in all his subjects in first year, and was now allowed to do pretty much as he pleased. Which was study more, of course.
Therefore, it was completely infuriating to only get 107% in his psychology class. 107% would normally be quite acceptable to any student. But our of 110% with extra credit? 107% was simply not good enough to Zexion. He had to be perfect.
He was waiting to speak to his professor to find out what happened. Whilst waiting outside his office, Zexion sat in a chair fuming, dark look and angry muttering enough to discourage even the most curious observers. He went over the exam in his head - where had he gone wrong? He couldn't find any fault he had made, so he moved on to his scored assignments - perhaps his error lay there?
Zexion was so caught up with his thoughts he didn't notice the professor was ready to see him until the professor came to the doorway and called him.
His professor sat down in a arm chair and offered Zexion a seat on a plush-looking couch. This was most unusual behaviour from such an academic, Zexion thought, as usual a meeting like this one would occur with a desk between them, but then, Professor Luxord was hardly 'usual'.
"So young fellow, what has brought you here today?" Professor Luxord began the conversation, slouching casually in his chair.
"I would like to discuss my marks, Sir. I only received 107% out of a possible 110% - for what reason was that?" Zexion asked politely
"Ah, you're Zexion, aren't you? Any other student..." he muttered, "It is very rare to get a perfect score in my class. I don't think you completed enough extra credit work to get the full extra 10%-"
"But, Sir!" Zexion interrupted, "I completed all the work I was given, what could I have possibly forgotten?"
"Well, Zexion, I suggest you go and think about it - come and see me when you have found the solution. You are very intelligent - I'm sure you'll figure it out."
"Thank you for you time, Sir." Zexion ended the conversation politely, but his face emanated fury.
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Back in his dorm room, Zexion sat down on his bed to think. If only it had been another professor - a normal one, academically minded like himself. Professor Luxord was confusing - who knows what he wanted! Clenching his jaw in frustration, Zexion got out his record of all the work he had submitted. Nothing was out of place there, and Zexion could not remember any piece that had not been 100%.
This was just so... irritating. Zexion considered the issue from all angles over the course of a week and still came to no conclusion. Then he received an insight from an overheard conversation between some... less academically minded students.
"Oh man, you are doomed to fail-"
"Come on, Professor Vexen isn't that bad, is he?"
"Nah, but you're usual strategy of passing by fucking wont work he's not one of those professors"
This gave Zexion an idea. Professor Vexen - now he was a professor Zexion admired. While not interested in his field, Zexion could still appreciate his strong academic-mindedness. Professor Luxord on the other hand - well, he was the complete opposite. So, if Professor Vexen wasn't 'one of those professors', perhaps Professor Luxord was
The more Zexion considered the idea, the more apparent it became that was where the desired 3% lay. That sneaky bastard, Zexion thought. Why the man was a disgrace to the academic community! Still, that wasn't going to stop Zexion from lowering himself to such a level. He needed that 3%. Perfection was everything.
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Once again, Zexion was so wrapped up in his thoughts, Professor Luxord had to come to the door and call him. They seated themselves in the same positions as last time, although Zexion was right on the edge of his seat, anxious about what was about to happen.
"Well, Zexion, have you figured out a way to get that 3% you are looking for."
"Zexion took a deep breath. "Sir, I would like you to fuck me."
"Er... usually students aren't quite so forward. Not that you fit any definition of usual," Professor Luxord muttered, mostly to himself.
"... please?" Zexion appealed, trying to make himself look as 'fuckable', the others called it, as he could.
"Well, why not? Let's see how an attractive young man like you does." Zexion resisted the urge to shudder as he felt Professor Luxord's penetrating gaze upon him. Professor Luxord got up, and busied himself with rummaging through his desk drawers, "Ah, yes, here it is."
"Um, Sir?" Zexion called out uncertainly, "Should I undress?"
"Do as you like, Zexion." Zexion had heard that many times before, but this time it had an entirely new meaning.
By the time Professor Luxord had got what he wanted and returned to sit on the couch, Zexion had removed his trousers and sweater vest, folding them neatly, before resting them on the arm of the chair.
"Take of your lovely boxers there, and that will be fine." Professor Luxord was already in the process of removing his own clothing.
"Yes, Sir" Zexion blushed, really wishing his dress shirt was just a little bit longer so as to cover himself.
"Good. Now come here and straddle me." Zexion's gaze was fixed on Professor Luxord's hand, currently stroking himself. "Look, it's easy, Put your knees on the couch either side of me, you can rest you hands on my shoulders.
Now the professor thought he was stupid... Zexion quickly complied this time, straddling Professor Luxord. The professor murmured something that sounded like approval at him, and Zexion gave a start as a slick, wet, finger penetrated him.
"Try to relax now, or it's going to hurt."
"Y-yes, Sir" Zexion stuttered as another finger entered him, and they began to stretch him gently. He had never done this before, and it felt, well... bizarre, to say the least. Zexion cried out as he felt a wave of pleasure course through his body. That would be Professor Luxord's fingers against his prostate, his mind filled in. Zexion tried to move away as he felt his erection brush against Professor Luxord's chest.
"Sorry, Sir" He said quietly.
"You first time, is it?" How did he know these things! Zexion nodded, not daring to speak.
"Ok then," Professor Luxord continued, "I am going to withdraw my fingers, and I want you to lower yourself down onto me." Zexion felt the fingers removed and then replaced by something much larger. He lowered himself down, blushing as he thought of how this would look to anyone who walked in. Professor Luxord moaned as he was fully sheathed, relishing the tight feeling.
"Now then Zexion, you want that 3%, don't you? I want you to ride me." Zexion slowly lifted himself, before thrusting back down, unsure of what he should be doing.
"Yes, like that." Professor Luxord's hands went to Zexion's hips, guiding them, as Zexion began to ride him.
Moaning as he found the right angle, Zexion grasped as Professor Luxord's shoulders, nails digging in. In response, one of Professor Luxord's hands left his hips, moving to stroke his cock. With the added stimulation, Zexion came way too soon, he thought, coming all over his shirt.
He continued to ride Professor Luxord blindly, hoping to please him. Eventually Professor Luxord pulled down his hips, coming with a low moan. Zexion regretted his decision to leave his shirt on as he feel forward against his professor's chest, completely spent. He could have quite happily fallen asleep had Professor Luxord's voice not interrupted.
"Well Zexion, that was quite good for a first time. I'll give you... 2%"
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