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... )
After he kissed her, licked over her lips and pulled her close to him, she stopped protesting at all. He smiled reassuringly at her, kissed her again, and when he pulled away she didn’t exactly smile, but she didn’t frown either.
She even helped him pull her shirt off. He ran a hand through her hair and kissed her neck. It didn’t take much time or effort to get her to appreciate that, and even less for her to appreciate when he moved his mouth farther down.
While his mouth was engaged with one of her nipples - that got some very appreciative sounds, though she didn’t seem to react well to anything involving his teeth - his hands worked on her capris. Once those were off, he stood up and kissed her again before lowering her onto the ground.
“What are you-” she started to ask. He cut her off with another kiss and a smirk.
“You’ll like this, don’t worry.”
Someone had once mentioned to him that musicians had very skilful hands. Such hands were multi-talented; it wasn’t long after he slipped one into her panties, focusing more on her clit than anything else for now, that he felt her orgasm. From the dazed, somewhat awe-filled look on her face, it wasn’t half bad.
He pulled his hand out, however, and tsked at how shiny his fingers were. He saw that she noticed, too, and blushed.
“You know,” he said, voice half a whisper as he crawled up so that he could kiss her neck, “you should return that favor.”
Before, she would have protested that, like she had protested this whole situation in the beginning. But now, at least tipsy and likely not recovered from her orgasm (her first? the thought hadn’t crossed his mind before, but I was possible; she looked young enough), not to mention the fact that he had already eroded her reasoning, she was in no condition to refuse.
He stood and pulled off his own shirt. He managed to coax her to her knees, and also managed to not fumble with the fastenings on his pants. Smooth, he looked and acted smooth and infinitely wiser than this girl on her knees in front of him, green eyes wide and face - in fact, most f her upper torso - flushed.
“Don’t bite,” he ordered as he pulled his boxers down as well.
From the look on her face as she instantly glanced at his erection, this was definitely her first time. And while she hadn’t seemed all that body-shy when he first stripped her, she fidgeted, covering herself as best she could and not meeting his eyes.
Demyx grinned as he tugged her chin up, making her look at him - his face, for now.
“Shhh, it’s alright,” he murmured. “Don’t worry about your body; you’re great the way you are, sweetheart.”
Oh yeah, he was definitely good at pretending to care. She met his gaze and nodded, and didn’t try to hide herself anymore. He was good.
His hand slid from her chin into her hair - brown, and in a ridiculous cut that vaguely reminded Demyx of how teenagers could be such idiots when it came to trends and looking “fashionable” (although the cut did look cute on her) - and, all too soon and not soon enough, her mouth was on him.
And damn did that feel good.
She wasn’t very experienced, obviously, so he took what he could get: a warm, wet place to shove his cock. And shove it he did. The hand in her hair tightened slightly the first time he thrust and she tried to pull back. He was in control here, not her.
He didn’t come in her mouth, although he thought about it. He thought about other things, too - like how far this could go, how much he could use her and then how hard he could lose her. A body wouldn’t be too great, and he didn’t want to have to dispose of one anyway. He didn’t want her to run home to her mother sobbing, or really telling her mother anything at all, so he ruled out anything too hardcore. (Which sucked, because according to Xigbar there were some really great things he could’ve tried. Maybe some other time, some other girl.)
Demyx made sure to pull her off before he came; she looked confused, but that cleared up when he smiled at her. Once again, he lowered her to the ground, and he kicked his pants off his ankles before kneeling down between her legs and spreading them.
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“You want this, right?” His tone was eager and concerned; he himself didn’t care if she wanted it, but it would be best if she thought she did.
And she nodded, like the good girl she was. He smiled at her and pushed his finger in.
He alternated thrusting fingers - it was only one for a very short period of time - into her, stretching her, and rubbing her clit. That especially helped after he ripped her hymen (a scientific term he had picked up more from an overheard conversation of Larxene’s than on his own; whatever Larxene had been discussing hymens for, Demyx did not want to know). She didn’t seem to mind that arrangement. In fact, she whined when he pulled his hand away completely.
His fingers were shiny like before, and he reached forward, pressing them to her lips. Again, she looked uncertain, but she tentatively licked one. He smiled. When she took one, then the rest, into her mouth and sucked, he positively beamed.
And his cock twitched. He pulled his hand out of her mouth and, keeping his eyes on her face, made the first thrust in. He was glad, then, that he had used fingers first; if he’d torn her open then, she might come away thinking she’d been raped or something. More importantly, she might tell someone, and if word got back to the keyblade-brat that a member of Organization XIII had raped a poor little girl...
Not a good option.
She moaned on the second thrust, and was writhing after the seventh or eighth. Demyx honestly wasn’t counting by then; he was much more occupied by thrusting in, quick and hard, and pulling out and thrusting back in as quickly as possible.
Demyx had, in his time as a musician, heard a number of words for their act. The ones that best applied to what he was doing to the girl were “nailed” and “banged.” He certainly wasn’t making love with her.
He came before she did, but he made sure she came again as well; that was part of his plan. And when she was trembling from the aftermath, he pulled out of her and crawled up, kissing her mouth again.
“You liked that, right?” he asked after several moments.
She smiled and nodded. “Yeah,” she said, voice a little hoarse.
Demyx grinned at her, and tried not to feel too predatory. “That’s great.” He paused. “You gonna tell your friends ‘bout this?”
“Uh...”
He went in for the kill - metaphorically, thanks to circumstances. “ ‘Cause I don’t think they’d understand. You know?”
She looked at him, eyes bright. They seemed to bore into him, seemed to read his mind - maybe his very soul. He almost flinched from those eyes, but stopped himself.
“I’m heading out of town tonight. Don’t you worry your pretty head about me telling anyone. It’s up to you.”
He sat up, and she followed suit.
“I can’t tell anyone, can I?”
“It’s probably best if you don’t, sweetheart.” He leaned forward and kissed her; she didn’t kiss back.
He stared at her, expression irritated. That emotion he could fake, any day.
“Look, it’s not like you didn’t enjoy it, right?” He held up his hand and wiggled his once-shiny fingers at her. “It’s not like I did anything you didn’t like.”
She looked down, and he knew he had won. He grinned and stood up, quickly locating his pants and pulling them on.
“You did, didn’t you,” she said, and when she looked up at him, her expression was carefully blank. “You bought me.”
A nice conclusion, but somewhat false. He shook his head. “Nah, sweetheart. I didn’t hand you any munny for this. This?” He waved a hand at them, at his half-dressed body and her nude one. “This was all you.”
She had her capris on by the time he was done pulling on his shirt. He leaned down to kiss her one more time.
As he walked away, he called over his shoulder, “Have a nice life!”
Olette never saw him again. She never told anyone.
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Anon apologizes if anon messed up characterization on either of 'em or the date-rape aspect. >_> Anon was trying not to, but...
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Gahhh. Just thank you so so so much! It was really gritty and dark and just freaking great, and was just what I was hoping for with the date rape kink. I feel kind of bad for finding it hot, but hey, it's a kink meme. u.u;;; I enjoy my fictional weirdness.
THANK YOU AGAIN! <3
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And don't worry, no real people were harmed in the making of this fic! No need to feel bad~
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Very well written! Loved it!! Loved Demyx's persona - reasonably Demyx~ ;D
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