Kingdom Hearts Kink Meme
KINGDOM HEARTS KINK MEME
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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... )
Yeah, hopes crushed once again; Sora got a crafty look on his face, then sat up, beaming. "Let's have a race!"
"....what?" I said stupidly.
"On the old course, on the other side of the island." Sora beamed. "C'mon, it'll be fun! Kairi's hanging out over there; Selphie won't follow her there, apparently, and bug her about her dress."
A race. I was still suspicious; Sora was about as hard to read as the leader board at the racetrack, and he had something going on. Still, I was pretty sure I could take him; I've got four inches over him and it's all leg. I am fast like wind, my friends, and never once has Sora beaten me at a race. "Sure, fine," I said. "If you can stand the humiliation."
Sora jumped to his feet. "Great! If I win, you'll go to the prom with me. If you win, you get to stay home and sulk!" And before I could argue with him, he darted off toward the other side of the island, leaving me to chase after.
I could have overtaken him, of course. Why work for it, though? The race couldn't start without me, so I just sort of ambled across the walkway, took the long way in through the shack and down the stairs, and around through the door to the other side of the island. Sora should be buzzing with anticipation--and wasting a whole lot of energy, tiring himself out before the race even started.
Sure enough, Sora was antsying at the start line. Kairi was already waiting, smiling. She hadn't smiled about much involving prom; while Sora had been sleeping his lazy off for the better part of a year, she'd agreed to go to prom with some meathead on the blitzball team, by name of Wakka. And he would remain some meathead until I forgave him for that. Besides, it was funny to see him flinch and hide behind his blitzball whenever I picked up a practice sword. But I guess neither of them thought I'd be back, since they didn't even remember Sora.
I digress. Kairi held up her hand and flung it down, with a hasty, "Ready? Go!" I took off running, Sora falling behind me in only a few steps. He flung himself up the ladder to the zip-line, and I smirked a bit. He'd tried that one before.
A shadow passed over my head. I frowned; it didn't look quite right for the zip-line. Too big and spread out. I glanced up to see Sora gliding serenely overhead, straight at the star-tree. "THAT'S CHEATING!" I howled at the top of my lungs.
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That failed miserably, of course. Whatever the King said, I wasn't sure why the darkness no longer responded to me, because I could still feel it in my heart--but it didn't respond, even now, in my time of deepest need. So I lost the race. Not just lost, but was miserably trounced. I was only just rounding the corner on the treetops when I saw Sora landing next to Kairi.
Both of them were laughing.
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I could hear the snickering before we ever got to the door. And when we got even with the meathead and his faithless, feckless date, Wakka drawled at me, "Nice dress, Riku."
Yeah. I'm wearing the dress. Sora's got the tux thing going on--and as little as I want to say it, he cleans up rather nice. Except for the hair. But then, there's no way to save that spikey mess; any shaver would burst into tears and run off to hide with its electric cord between its blades.
"The heels are pretty nice, too, meethead," I drawled back at Wakka. I can do it thirty bazillion times better than he can. "Did you know they're called stilettos because they're just like the daggers? I can demonstrate..." I picked up one foot like I was ready to slam it down on his foot--or maybe into his crotch, and he promptly hid behind Kairi. I let the sneer show just a bit for his cowardice while Kairi's head was turned.
Yeah, I was doing the heels. You know what? After you've had to learn how to walk in the body of an old pervert a foot and a half taller than you are--and then switched back--learning to walk in heels is a SNAP. Two hours in front of the mirror I love so much now because it's such a pleasant surprise to see my own face looking back at me and I had it. I can SELL the shoes, man.
Besides, they went with the dress. And the purse. Dude, if someone tries to humiliate you, the worst thing you can do to them is work it like a Tortuga hooker. I was even wearing makeup, perfume, and jewelry. In my hair.
"I'm surprised you let Sora do something like that to you," Selphie inserted, hanging off her date's arm like the aforementioned Tortuga hooker.
"Oh, this wasn't Sora's idea," I told her. She had not roused my ire. In fact, Selphie held a warm little spot in my heart; she had tried to talk Kairi out of dating the meathead. Though I suspect that had more to do with a desire to date the meathead herself.
"....whose was it, then?" she dared to ask, wide-eyed.
I turned an ireful glare on Kairi, who giggled smugly. "Need you ask?"
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"Fine," I huffed, pretending to need to catch my breath. Being huffy is just a little too girly-girly for me, after all. I was definitely feeling it, though. "I'll go with you to the stupid prom. It's not a big deal or something."
"Oh, good, let's go shopping!" Kairi said enthusiastically. Both Sora and I stared at her blankly.
"Shopping for what?" Sora asked stupidly. I'm glad he asked, because I would have sounded just as stupid, and I hate that. My ego was bruised enough after losing to Sora, thank you very much.
"For a dress, of course," Kairi responded. Sora immediately retreated to the doorway, cringing--and blocking my flight path in the process, the coward. Throwing me to the wolves! Or wolf, anyway. Kairi turned a wide-eyed look on me, and I froze.
Look, I couldn't help it, okay? She's a hot chick. And being a Princess of Heart triples the effect. Any guy would freeze under that look. ...besides. I owe her. More than I could ever repay.
I was still going to try and save my balls.
"Yeah, Sora, you need a dress for prom," I said. Sora gave me the look of a herd of puppies that had just been kicked. Unfortunately for him, I'm a cat person.
"Not Sora," Kairi corrected, and there went my balls, plop plop, right down the drain. "Come on, Riku, it'll be fun! Sora, you'll drive us, right?"
"Hey, why does he get to drive anybody anywhere?" I demanded in outrage. I was the one who had completely aced both written and practicum; Sora had run over four cones and a balloon. (Don't ask.)
"Because," Kairi said sensibly, "he's the only one who knows how to drive the Gummi ship. We're going to Agrabah!"
Agrabah is hot and dusty and sandy, and is not a place that I would be particularly comfortable even if it were paradise. Kairi chose it quite particularly, not only because it has the most fantastic silks anyone's ever seen, but because she has not one but two other accomplices there to bully me into submission.
There are days I really hate having a conscience. And a dark and ugly past filled with insanity and stupidity. Any day that involves shopping for a dress with two Princesses of Heart and a smirking street thief, for instance.
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The ladies ignored me and continued to pick through the silks and discuss esoteric things with frequent references to my hair and eyes. And sometimes skin. I had tried to insist on something black, or maybe yellow, and they had ignored me then, too.
"Nah, this is just Purgatory," Aladdin said, at his ease with his feet propped up on some fabric bolts. He was dressed all in white, with the gold boots with stupid-looking curly toes, or else I'm pretty sure the vendor would have run him off at the point of a sword. I could see the man was itching to do just that. I personally just wondered why ol' Al didn't collapse and die of heat stroke, what with the long sleeves and stupid-looking towel on his head. "It won't be Hell until they drag you off to try stuff on."
"I get to watch!" Sora cheered. He was sitting on a box, and he'd stripped down to his pants and was barefoot. Kairi and Jasmine had watched avidly for a whole minute when he's done it. I was fairly sure I could have awed them for longer with my manly physique, but I didn't want to shame the fiancé. Then.
"Sora, if you make me get up to kick your ass, you will be going to the prom in a full-body cast," I threatened.
"So what is this prom thing, anyway?" Aladdin asked idly. His eyes were fixed on Jasmine's ass as she bent over to tug on a bolt of fabric. I listened with half an ear as Sora tried to explain prom and justify it as Important while I dozed off in the heat.
Therefore, it was a tremendous shock when delicate female hands closed around each wrist and hauled me to my feet. I stumbled badly and squeaked like a little girl. "H-hey!"
"We NEED you," the girls insisted in stereo. It was really quite terrifying.
"Welcome to the portals of Hell, Riku!" Sora called after me, laughing openly with Aladdin.
Guilt over the skeletons in the closet will not stop me from claiming vengeance.
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So that's how I came to be doing the dress thing. There was a lot more shopping, of course. For the purse, we had to hit Twilight Town. Some of the jewelry came from the Land of Dragons; the rest came from Radiant Garden. The cosmetics were from Atlantica. The stilettos, surprisingly enough, came from Castle Disney. I didn't ask because I did not and do not want to know. And I am on the outs with the King.
He laughed at me, too.
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It is a bad, bad thing when I get bored. The last time it happened, I destroyed the entire world, tried to kill my best friends, kidnapped princesses for fun and profit, and went insane, then spent a year wracked with obsessive guilt, kidnapped a prettyboy for fun and profit, turned into my worst enemy in the literal sense, and ran away from my best friend.
Hopefully I can keep that under control this time.
Sora's been having the time of his life--and ruining the meathead's evening, which I applaud--and I think I feel like screwing with his mind. And maybe everybody else's too. It's a bad habit, but so very entertaining.
What? It's not like I do anything REALLY bad. Not when I'm sane, anyway, and bored does not count as insane for the purposes of this discussion. I just like watching people go eep.
I slink over to Sora as he and Kairi are leaving the dance floor. "Soraaaaaa," I whine. "You've been IGNORING me ALL NIGHT. You haven't asked me to dance even ONCE." I latch onto Sora's arm like a jealous girlfriend and stick my tongue out at Kairi nastily.
Sora gulps nervously, recognizing the signs. Kairi's eyes go wide, and I can see that she's caught between laughing and dragging me off somewhere for a lecture on behaving in public. I don't give her the chance, though, just drag Sora back out onto the dance floor and melt against him as a slow song starts.
It's really cute, because Sora doesn't seem to know where to put his hands at all, even though he didn't have any such problem with Kairi or any of the other girls he danced with. Though admittedly, especially in heels, I'm just a bit taller than he is. He gulps as a smile a sultry smile down at him, but then he seems to gather himself his grip on me firms up.
....holy hells, this is hotter than it has any right to be.
Okay, look. Get one thing straight right now. I like girls. I like them plenty. Before setting the place on fire and running off, so to speak, I would have said I was straight and never considered the left-hand path. But after spending so much time wandering around worlds, I consider that there are worse pairings. Man and fish, for instance--does half-fish count? Big hairy horned monster thing and girl. Some worlds I've been to don't even have genders.
On top of that, this guy gave up the love of his life, his home, and even his own mind to come looking for me, even when by all rights he should have considered me dead. He was willing to stick by me even when I was dying. I dare you to not fall in love with somebody like that, no matter what body they've got.
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I stop myself firmly when I feel my cock twitch a bit. Hopefully not enough for Sora to notice, because we are pressed so close together I don't think you could fit a piece of paper between us. I don't know whose idea that was, but I think I like it a little too much. I can't really pull back, though, because then Sora would win.
There are a lot of people staring at us when the dance ends. A lot of those faces are flushed red, too, including Kairi's. I guess it was as hot for everybody else as it was for me. The only thing I can think of is escape, so I latch onto Sora's arm again and say loudly, "Let's go get our picture taken!" I don't give him a chance to respond before I drag him off.
He stops me in a cool, dim hallway, though. "Um...R-Riku," he says, voice cracking a bit. I sort of glance over at him without actually looking at him, and he says, "I-I don't really th-think...I wanna get my picture taken right now."
I bite my lip. Oh, god, could he sound more ravishable? It's practically an invitation, in that husky, uncertain voice. I'm anything but immune to that.
Oh, hell.
There's got to be a private room around here somewhere. Maybe that one, that's marked "office--staff only" and doesn't have a light on. I try the door; it's locked, but to a keyblade master, a simple door lock doesn't even require summoning the keyblade, just a moment of concentration.
Well, maybe that's a bit harder than it sounds, right now.
I drag Sora into the office and kick the door shut.
"Riku?" he says, confusion and something else I'm not sure about in his voice. It couldn't really be hope, could it?
I'll take the chance. I push him against the nearest wall--gently, or at least gently enough not to make noise--and kiss him, hard. If I'm going to be stupid and insane, I might as well go the whole way, right? This can't be any more--or less--stupid and insane than unlocking the keyhole. Even with Sora kissing me back, clutching at me and pulling up my skirt hastily.
"Don't mess my hair up," I mutter to him as I yank the tie open (Velcro; somehow I just knew it) and pluck hastily at buttons. "I don't know how to fix it." I shudder and jerk against him as Sora's hand slides up my thigh to grab my ass.
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"The alternative--ah--was lace," I gasp out, flinging shirt open and shoving my own hand into Sora's pants. He, I discover, is wearing underwear. Silk underwear. Which is already damp with precome; obviously, the dance was hot for him, too. I feel a surge of victory, which is rapidly replaced with not quite orgasmic pleasure as his hand wraps around my cock, stroking awkwardly. "Oh god," I choke out.
I have to kiss him hard again to keep him from being too loud as I return the favor--just as awkwardly, I'm sure, but who cares? It's enough to make him buck wildly against me, his legs spreading on either side of mine.
My skirts are rucked up around my waist now, and his pants are around his knees, and we're rubbing against each other hard and frantic, and it's just not...quite...enough for either of us. Sora manages to hook one knee up and make a silent but very explicit suggestion that would shock me to the core from innocent little Sora if I did not find the idea so ungodly exciting. "I don't have anything--" I start to say. Gasp, really I don't want to hurt him, even a little.
"I do," he interrupts breathlessly. That maneuver with the knee? Got his pants pocket up high enough, apparently, and he pushes a condom into my hand. I choke a bit, even at this stage.
"Sora, you...why..."
"Kairi," he mutters, arching against me needily, because we haven't stopped rubbing against each other. I'm so impressed with us it hurts. We can talk during sex! Scintillating it isn't. Intelligible, yes. "Talk later. Fuck NOW."
Oh holy god. Dirty words from Sora, the fluffy bunny. I didn't know he knew what that meant. And I had no idea that it would make me feel like coming on the spot, so I pull away long enough to get the condom on. Hopefully, he will never ask where I learned how to put a condom on in the dark and under two seconds, because I don't know, either. I must be channeling some sex god tonight.
By the time it's on, though, Sora's managed to turn around to present his ass to me, clutching at the wall and breathing hard. He's not even a little tense, though, like he really does want this and maybe has for a long time.
We can talk about that later, too. Right now, pushing my cock into him--slowly, I really, really don't want to hurt him even though it doesn't sound like it hurts and he's pushing his hips back at me impatiently--is....is...
Okay, I don't even remember what I was thinking. This is the most incredible feeling. Ever. It's dirty and wrong and nasty and I am fucking Sora against a wall in a semi-public place and he is letting me and aiding and abetting and oh god I just. Can't. STOP.
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I pull out then, and we both sink to the floor to catch our breath. There's no need for words just yet. I tilt my head back, knocking it lightly against the desk. Oh, yeah. It is an office, so I guess there has to be a desk. I close my eyes and just...let my thoughts go.
Thus it is that I am not blinded when the lights flip on. Oh, shit. Busted. This could get really bad, really fast.
"You two," Kairi's voice says, and I tense further, "are so lucky that I brought an entire can of hand wipes." There is wry amusement in her voice as she steps into the office and closes the door. "You're a mess, the pair of you, and you can't go back to the prom like this."
"You're not...mad?" Sora says tentatively. I'd kind of like an answer to that, too, seeing as how she's been dating Sora for like the whole time we've been back.
"I will be, next time," she says, "if you don't invite me, that is."
We both flush and take the hand wipes from her to clean up. Neither one of us is capable looking at one another until we're both cleaned up, or at Kairi as she helps us. The staff's going to figure out that somebody had a good time in their office, but that can't be helped, really.
I laugh, suddenly, as Kairi is touching up my makeup for me.
"What?" Sora demands suspiciously.
"I totally win for all time," I tell him with a smug smirk. He bristles.
"You do not! Why?" he demands. Yeah, same old Sora, even after this.
"Because," I drawl as Kairi lets me stand up finally, "I totally top. Even in a dress."
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Have the world, and an internet or two. Plus cookies. You can have my cookies too :3
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HOT. 8D
Oh my god, getting Riku into a dress is priceless. Even better that Sora is not such a fluffy bunny, and cheats, and Kairi wants in on the action, and Riku gets to TOP in HEELS.
Ilu. Take my body. <3
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