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... )
It could be both. Possibly.
The sight is enough to get him hardening up again, at any rate.
He positions himself behind the brunet, sliding the tip of his cock up against his entrance. Excitement surges through him at that and he places a hand against Terra's hip with his free hand, squeezing, trying to pretend that it's not taut muscle he's groping but soft, fleshy curves.
"This might hurt," he breathes.
That's enough of a warning.
He shoves in unbidden, choking a groan back as soon as he's in because fuck, that's a tight fit.
His dick is still partially slick from the saliva still on it, but by no means is pushing himself in there easy--there's a moment where Terra goes still upon the intrusion, gasping as opposed to screaming like all the breath's been stolen from him--but then he's scrambling to pull away from Braig, unable to stop himself from attempting to escape. He starts clenching around his cock so violently that Braig is rendered helpless, momentarily, feeling like he's about to cum right then and there.
"Hey," he grunts in warning, because the kid won't stop moving and Braig knows what he's about to do.
He uses the hand that's on a squirming hip to grab rapidly at Terra's hair, digging his fingers in and getting as good a grip as he can before he yanks him back by it harshly, right as Terra surges forward and Braig's dick comes sliding out.
FUCK.
He jerks the kid's head back again for that, so hard that he hears his neck crack a little. His cock is practically aching at the sudden loss of friction, and it's fair to say that Braig is beyond frustrated at this point.
"I'm really getting tired," he hisses angrily, "of you making this difficult."
He lines himself up with Terra's opening again rather impatiently, keeping his fingers twisted tight around what he's managed to grip onto of his hair.
Terra's still twisting his body, face turned towards him slightly due to the way Braig's pulling on his head. "Don't," he says in a strangled voice, eyes squeezed shut almost completely in what Braig is pretty sure must be pain--and it doesn't exactly sound like he's pleading with him, but hell. That's probably about as good as it's going to get.
Braig smirks a little at that, despite himself.
As if.
It would have been nice to slick himself back up before shoving in again, but with both of his hands occupied he doesn't exactly have the opportunity. It isn't optimal, as far as his own comfort goes--doing this with inadequate lubrication--but whatever.
A little chafing never really hurt.
Here goes.
He drives his hips forward, forcing his way past the dry, clenching heat of Terra's anus, pushing with all he has until his cock is buried firmly in there, balls deep.
Terra doesn't scream, but a stilted yelp tears its way through his throat at the invasion. His fingers grapple helplessly at the floor and Braig can see the way his eyes shoot open, can see the way his lips curl and his teeth clamp down on each other hard enough to break.
"Fuck," Braig breathes, because god damn does that feel good. He has to fight to keep the arm holding his gun steady, reminding himself not to let his knees go weak, not to let his eyes slip shut...
He brings his hips back and he thrusts his dick in again, repeating the motion until he's fucking the struggling body beneath him at a somewhat steady pace. Terra's squirming makes it kind of challenging, but the fist in his hair keeps him from getting away this time. Braig's vaguely aware of the bits that come loose around his fingertips, accidentally ripping out several of the strands.
Terra's body is tense, shuddering both around him and against him. He alternates between grunting and trying to suck down oxygen into his lungs, the sharp, airy noises he makes every time Braig drives in enough to get that ball of pleasure rolling even farther up the length of the gunman's spine.
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It's flushed, teeth bared and grimacing. Something wet is trailing down his cheek, and it's got to be either sweat or an involuntary tear leaking out from those now tightly-shut eyes.
The tingling in his groin spreads at that, fueled on by the prospect of Terra crying. The kid is clearly in pain, and he's clearly not enjoying himself--Braig feels a rush of something when he thinks about how he has him on his hands and knees like this, helpless and weak and most likely humiliated at being defiled in such an undignified manner.
In a way, he thinks, it would make it even better, even more shame-inducing if the kid started to like what Braig is doing to him... but that's too much to ask, and in all honesty he doesn't really too much about anything besides his own satisfaction at this point. There's a chance he is feeling some degree of pleasure from it, but there's also a chance that the pain is too intense for him to realize it.
In the end, Braig figures, it really doesn't matter all that much anyway.
It's not the easiest to get the angle he wants, like this. But the way that ass keeps squeezing around him is enough to make up any lack of finesse. He yanks on Terra's hair again, causing the brunet to rock back into the rough grip just as Braig slams his cock into him again one last time--and that does it.
He comes abruptly, a lot faster than he thought he would.
There's nothing but the familiar, bursting sort of euphoria as pleasure sears its way through him, shooting off like electric sparks through his nerves and pooling deep inside his belly, causing his knees to go weak and his eyes to drift shut of their own accord, momentarily. It happens a little too quickly for it to be as satisfying as he normally likes, but it still makes his toes curl inside the confines of his boots, and he braces himself and reopens his eyes as soon as it's over, releasing his hold on Terra's hair.
The keybearer jerks away immediately once the hold on his head is gone, still shaking as his elbows bend and he slumps forward. Braig's cock slides out of his abused ass with a slurp, glistening with cum and what looks like some blood.
Not surprisingly.
"Thanks," is all Braig says, as soon as he's able to speak again. Then he laughs a little.
Terra's shoulders are heaving and he keeps his eyes on the ground now that Braig's let go of him, looking like he's about to retch. There's a barely constrained trembling to his body as a strange, dark haze begins to form around him--and Braig gets to his feet, keeping the gun aimed as he pulls his pants up with one hand and takes two steps away.
"Alright," Terra bites out, still breathing hard and raggedly. He doesn't make any sudden movements, which, Braig figures, is the logical thing to do when there's a gun pointed at your brains. "Now let him go."
Kudos, Kid. Guess you aren't completely stupid.
The haze continues to seep from him, curling out in inky waves so black that they're almost purple.
Weird, but this must be some of that Darkness stuff good old Xehanort was talking about. And, if that's the case-
Mission accomplished.
"Okay, fine. Just hold your horses." There's a triumphant note in Braig's voice, one he has to consciously dull down lest the kid goes getting all suspicious on him, or some shit.
Not that the probability of that happening is very likely.
Braig smirks.
And, now that he's gotten that out of the way, it's time to get started on phase two.
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Wtf!worthy ending because this really needed to die and I didn't know how else to end it.
Also, noncon is a BITCH to write. But fun. Kind of. ;)
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And you're very welcome! Thank you too because I'm actually not that used to writing either of them (or noncon, for that matter), so it's a relief to hear it turned out okay. And as far as Braig having to psych himself up--he's just always struck me as the crazy bastard type who'll do shit for the lulz (and his own benefit, of course), even if he's not that into it. So yeah. But in any case, I'm super happy you liked! :)
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