my head hurts and i'm listening to britney spears

[adorabubbly]

IT'S A DAY FOR MASSIVE MEME DUMPS

HERE'S RNG

{i.} MIDFUCK MEME ***nsfw***
{ii.} AWKWARD SITUATIONS MEME *pawsibly nsfw*
{iii.} THE "WEDDING DRESS" MEME **the video sob**
{iv.} THE CORRUPTION OF INNOCENCE MEME ***nsfw***
{v.} THE DOLLHOUSE AU MEME

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[feelingtheflow]

midfuck => 6

[gashunkkubingu]

[Shark is going to kill Yuma one of these days. His energy for existing hasn't gone down in the years they've known each other, now, and in that time they've landed themselves in a functioning relationship and the main dueling circuit. And right now, they're in Yuma's hotel room (the tournament provided one room per entrant, which is generally fine by Shark but Yuma gets clingy sometimes) and cutting it close on time. The opening ceremony banquet is in less than an hour, and they still have to shower once they're done fucking and cleaning up the mess.]

[He has Yuma kneeling on the rolling chair provided for the desk in the room, facing and holding onto the back of the chair with his thighs shut tight, slicked on the inside with Shark's dick sliding in and out between them. As annoyed with the fact they're having sex instead of getting ready as he is, Shark gets into it, and is still fired from Yuma's obedience when Shark had growled "keep 'em closed, Yuma" hot into his ear when he started to fuck his thighs. The fairly strong cherry smell of the lube is responsible for Shark's pavlov boner to cherry smells, but it doesn't stop him from using it. It's all over Yuma's inner thighs, probably too much but Shark wants this done with so they can get a move on; he's even sacrificed some fun to be extracted from a rolling chair by pressing it against the wall so that it's stable.]

[His thumb is coated in lube, too, since he's been prep-fucking Yuma's ass with it. He feels a little bad about teasing him like that, but he's not in the mood to twist his arm to use his other fingers to straight up finger him while pounding his dick between his thighs. He promised Yuma that if he was good, if he listened and kept his legs closed and didn't make too much noise, he'd be allowed to cum and Shark wouldn't make him clean himself when they definitely without question shower after this. They both know by now though that Shark can't leave Yuma hanging for long, though, he gets so much out of making him come.]

[Shark's close, he can feel it building up, and because of his thrusting growing erratic his thumb slips all the way in suddenly, and Shark feels a spike of panic.]

SHH!

[His shush is pretty loud, ironically, and it was his immediate reaction, don't make a sound, I'm sorry, but he still won't forgive any breaking of his rules.]

[feelingtheflow]

[You know, everyone kinda expects Yuma to be late to this kind of thing. He's usually the one barreling through the door 2 minutes before show time, his fretting friends sighing with relief. But that's usually because he slept in, or got involved in some absolutely absurd incident on the side of the road, not because he's bent over his hotel room furniture dripping precum and lube onto the upholstery.]

[And yet, this is exactly where we find him, trying his hardest not to whine on exhales because Shark told him to be quiet, and as bratty as he has the capacity to get, sex is usually not the time he takes advantage of that skill. Making the effort does help keep him from losing his damn mind, because he's so hard it aches and Shark isn't putting any real effort towards changing that. He's probably hurting the chair from how hard he's digging his nails into the leather, and he might be hurting his fingers too, but right now he doesn't even notice, let alone care.]

[And then Shark's unorthodox fingering abruptly pushes in far enough to push into his prostate, and Yuma makes a noise that's halfway between a whimper and choking as he tries to shut himself up. His cock twitches violently and he has absolutely no control over how his hips thrust back, instinctively seeking more. He's distantly aware of the fact that he's tearing up, but that's not exactly unusual during moments of denial during sex.]

[gashunkkubingu]

Tch.

[Leave it to Yuma to react strongly, but he can't actually hold it against him. Rules are rules, though, and Shark cannot deny that he likes to uphold the ones he lays down for Yuma. This just means he has to hurry the fuck up, and he takes his thumb out from Yuma, instead using that hand with the other one to hold on tight to Yuma's hips. He's a few fast and rough thrusts away from coming, and when he does he digs his nails into Yuma's skin, moaning while he slowly fucks out his orgasm. He knows his cum is all over the seat, now, and he doesn't give a flying fuck.]

[And now he has to attend to Yuma, he doesn't think he can wait until they get to the shower to finish him off. He groans and pulls himself out from between Yuma's thighs, and then grabs the lube from the table to squirt just a little more on his hands. He doesn't have time to toy around with Yuma too much for his punishment, he'll drag it out as long as he can but it's got to be quick. He tucks his hands forward around Yuma's thighs, coming in from Yuma's front, and firmly massages while trying not to spread out the lube again. He leans forward over Yuma's back, bites at his back and shoulders and neck.]

I was going to fuck you with my fingers until you crumbled and came all over, but I can't treat you like that when you break the rules.

[He's front-against-back with Yuma, curled around him and heated flesh against him. His hands slide up and down Yuma's inner thighs, and slowly slide up to the junction between his legs and pelvic area, slipping in between the creases and just barley missing his dick. He rubs there, carefully moves his fingers to avoid coming into any contact with Yuma's dick that he knows is a hard, leaking mess right now. He cranes his neck to bite at Yuma's ear, and then he growls at him,]

Tell me how bad you want this, Yuma, convince me you deserve it, and make it quick.

[Shark grins and chuckles, still right up against Yuma's ear. Might as well give him a push in some direction.]

You know how much I love it when you beg, don't you?

awkward situations => 12: 11+7

[gashunkkubingu]

[Shark usually knows when to step down from a dare, when not to take the bait, and when to leave a dumb party full of their idiot friends and his sister. But just because he usually does apparently doesn't mean he always does, as so wonderfully demonstrated by the predicament he's found himself in. He got too wired up, he took the bait he did all the things he usually doesn't do and gave into his temper and now he's...stuck in a dark closet with Yuma.]

[The stated intention was to see how long it would take for Shark to break down the door out of frustration and annoyance with Yuma, just as a joke! But he saw that look in Rio's eyes, and he knows this is vengeance for whatever wrong he did against her this time. He was dared to stay in there as long as he could with Yuma doing...whatever he was separately dared to do in the shared closet, and when it comes to Rio and that tone she used, it riles him up and he takes it as a challenge. But now he's stuck in this closet, uselessly checking his watch to try to see how long it's been.]

[It's sort of uncomfortably close in here, and he knows that the large party of their friends aren't exactly staring at the doors, waiting for them to come out. It was pretty quickly announced that now that those two were out of the way, it's time to do...whatever. Probably watch a movie Shark hated that Yuma couldn't sit through. And they're not exactly locked in, they can get out whenever, it's just Shark's pride on the line that won't let him just walk out right now.]

[There's also that pesky problem of their unresolved romantic/sexual tension that Rio gets frustrated by all the time. She says it's like that with Kaito, too, but Haruto got a cold so there's no Kaito at this party to attempt to shove into the same closet; plus, Shark would rather strangle him than kiss him most of the time, if he's being honest with himself. And if he's still going to be honest with himself, he's going to have to admit that the silence is awkward as fuck and he's never really been in this kind of situation before where he's alone with Yuma AND in a small space AND with preteen girl-giggle-worthy implications flooding it.]

And what was your oh-so-secret dare?

[His attempt at small talk is a little bitey.]