DAY XXII. — EXHIBITIONISM
cw: Exhibitionism, Teasing, Fluff, Dirty Talk, Attempt at Humor, Monoma Being Monoma, Intercourse on a Balcony, Fem! Reader. 18+ Only!
author's note: This was for a good friend of mine because they are a simp. I hope you all enjoy too!
word count: Approximately 1.4k words.
“My! If only we were facing the plaza, my rose, so that I could watch everyone’s faces change into sheer jealousy. Oh, how great would that be?”
A groan hasn’t left the back of your throat, but you swallow it down and dip your head down to let it dangle between your laced hands. Neito’s voice is hazy and sly while he speaks, while he slowly rolls his hips against yours in these teasing circles that make your back and feet arch. Both of your legs shiver, trembling underneath his every thrust, and you can’t help it whenever you’re falling back against each press forward. You’re horrified, but it feels too good to push Neito away and stumble back inside of the hotel room.
You don’t remember even agreeing to this, but Neito had been so smooth, all grins and fluttering eyelashes, brushing his fingers through those lacy pale morning sun bangs, delicious periwinkle oozing between slit eyelids, and you were sand through the hourglass. He had so easily felled you, had wrapped those arms around your frame like a faux slow dance, and he’d carefully twirled and stalked the both of you through the room. So sweet, so kind, even with that boyish enthusiasm exuding through his pores, through the way he gobbled you up with his kind and dedicated words—and it wasn’t long before he had you where he wanted you: bottoms down, ass back on his cock, and both hands hoveling into your sides so he could yank and pull you however he needed while he caterwauled.
“N-Neito, this is horrifying. Stop trying to d-draw attention t-to us!”
Neito scoffs, faltering his hips purposefully before he angles into your cunt in a way that he knows drives you insane. A yelp escapes your lips, and you gasp, and the fire that tickles underneath your follicles makes you feel so silly, but you can only bite the inside of your lower mouth and grunt.
“Attention is exactly what we need, dear! Those people down there in the park have no idea of the heaven before them. Why, I’d say they might not even be able to comprehend our beauty—our love.”
You’re shaking your head, ready to say something, but Neito slams in deep and hard, another gasp, and it feels like an explosion of fumes and firecrackers sizzled and popped inside of you. The reaction keeps Neito grinding his hips there for a few moments, really massaging against that spot, and the smiles of his fingernails curve and start to dig in. The shuddering in your body is hard to fight, but you choke and sob, and you’re whining out—
“The p-people in the park p-probably don’t w-want to see t-two people getting it—”
Neito ends your rebuttal by taking a step closer to your body, really slotting himself between your barely spread legs. He leans over your back a little, the roll of his stomach resting perfectly against the swell of your ass. A cluck of a tongue later, and Neito is chuckling.
“Nonsense. Who wouldn’t want to gaze upon your beauty? Oh, imagine them seeing you like this—seeing that it is me that is making you like this. I can’t believe anybody would just turn a blind eye to that!”
“N-Neito, this is sexual m-misconduct—”
Crack, and his cock is shoved so far inside of your cunt that you almost swear that Neito had found a way into your brain, your nasal cavity, your ear canals, your mouth, your throat, lungs, heart, stomach. Neito was everywhere and anywhere inside of you, and you bite your tongue and scream behind clenched teeth. Neito starts laughing, proudly, not mockingly, and his grip on you tightens before you feel him fling his upper body back, still nestled close to you.
“This is marvelous, rose! Each sound I hear is like a symphony, but, of course, others aren’t as trained or maybe even cultured enough to grasp its integrity. If those civilians down there aren’t impressed by you, that must be why. Oh, how I just wish we could stay here all night just so that I can hear how I make you feel. Do you believe I couldn’t do that?”
You start nodding your head, but you can only groan and moan, mewls and slobber dribbling out of your mouth. Neito laughs again, proud, and it honks a little into something cute near the end. The sound brings a smile tugging at each corner of your mouth, but Neito doesn’t give you the proper time to relish in his genuine music before one of his hands shoots down and cups your mound.
“I mean, just look at you, honey, a mess underneath me—ohh, you really are honey, aren’t you? Sweet and inviting. A-Ahhh, ohh, I want us to stay like this the whole night!”
Neito’s fingers catch against your clit fast, and he immediately presses down firmly. Another gasp, and your eyes wrench shut, tears prickling the edges and slipping through the bars of their flood gates. He’s rolling into you in all of the right ways, all of those tender and mindful ways. His hips are shifting to fit the position you need, the way you need to be plunged into to really drag you over the edge. And then, while he’s jerking you off, Neito starts hollering into the night.
“Watching this—watching you cum, waiting to watch you cum is a sight that no one should miss! Don’t you understand how great it is, my rose? Ahhh, ah, ahh-oohh, yes, yes, I—I feel so powerful whenever the two of us are conjoined like this, whenever we’re intimate. How lucky am I? Hahaha!”
He’s starting to whimper and whine now, mingled through his words like sugar and spice. The tugging of your clit increases, it becomes frantic, and the shove of his cock into your cunt does too, and soon it feels like everything around you is spinning. It’s so hot, you feel so hot even as Neito continues hooting and wailing into the night about how grand this is, about how anyone who crossed your paths should beg for more, to praise them for how good you two are together. And with each word, Neito grows more and more into breathy clacks of air that sound like mangled words, and he’s going so fast now.
There’s a twist inside of you, there’s something budding underneath the pads of Neito’s fingers, and you feel him arch and swerve, and he’s finding himself against you. He’s starting to collapse, words all melted into gasping moans. You’re close, and you know he is too. Neito starts pounding into you in ways that make your whole body bounce, the railing of the balcony creaks, and it feels like your whole world is tumbling up the richter scale. Neito is there, he’s there, and you are too, and his tongue is lapping up your name, and Neito’s is a powdery drug that you cough and consume. And then—the shattering, you’re calling out his name, an echo in the night, and you feel your body raise up with each spasm of your cunt against Neito’s cock.
“R-Rose, oh, oh, I-Iiiiiiiii!!”
Neito’s hips dive into the icy hot waters one last time before he stills, and you know he’s orgasming.
And the both of you stay like that for a few pausing moments, catching your breaths and basking in the moonlight, the sweat, the salt, the cozy wood of the park wafting overhead. You’re so gone, so fuckdrunk that your head hasn’t stopped thumping and pivoting, and you feel ready to just stutter and fall over—until, until—
“One more time, my precious treasure, let the people know who they should really be worshiping—”
He releases a confused and bumbling laugh whenever you yell behind your glued teeth and sling your body against his, a roar and a cry for revenge on the tip of your tongue.
“Boy, you get into that room now and lemme show you a thing or two!”
Neito’s eyes are wide, glittering with emotion, and he starts losing his mind, insane and boisterous laughter spilling from his saucy lips before he acquiesces—the sounds you two share dying in the midnight air.
