#random smut

He was trying his best. Ever since the night you two shared, it's been hard to keep you out of his mind. No matter where he was or what he was doing, images of you together plagued him. You were taking over his thoughts and he would find himself spiraling if he didn't get it together

He walked into his professor’s class that day determined to focus. He sat down and began pulling out the coursework when his eyes raked over the pen you let him borrow. Images of that same pen stuffed behind your ear as he lifted your skirt up, slipping himself inside of you. Please you begged him. Your cries ringing through his ears as he fucked you deeper.

Focus, he needed to focus. He shook the thought from his head slightly before continuing to get set up. The professor walked in and got right to work. Throughout the class, his mind drifted back to you. Each time he looked down at his notes, pictures of you splayed out against the table, the notes underneath you as he stroked you hard and fast, crinkling the papers under your back. You were insatiable. Deeper. You cried. I need you deeper please. You moans rang through his ear as the blood rushed down to his groin. How deep do you want me? He had asked you. I want all of you you cry out so he obeyed, always willing to give you everything you asked for. Here in the middle of the classroom, your moans rang through the walls. He could feel himself hardening in his seat and had to take a few deep breaths to calm down.

The class continued to drag on. But he hadn’t heard anything, just the melodic notes of your cries serenading his ears. Baby you’re so deep, it's feels so good. You were thrashing under him, your body shaking with pleasure as he pushed you over the edge. His eyes rolling in the back of his head as he fucked you relentlessly. Your juices create a thick white ring around the base of his dick as he pushes into your belly. His breath quickened, chest falling and rising rapidly as he tried to pull himself from the trance you had him in. He needed this credit but you were overpowering all his senses. I’m going to cum, please baby. I’m going to — You screamed his name repeatedly into the air as your body released a wave of liquids, splashing against his pelvis and chest. His released followed after, coating your insides, filling you so much that it spilled out around him. A heavy groan built in his chest but he forced it back down. He couldn’t do that here.

As the view of you slowly faded from his mind, the distant voice of the professor called out. Eyes were on him as he realized that his name was being called. He apologized quickly, his cheeks burning as he responded to the question. Class resumed as normal as he dropped his head slightly. He had to focus.

“Hnnnh…”

Biting on his lower lip, Obi exhaled through his nose, caging the moan that was building up securely within his throat. The hand that had been palming the area between his legs was now lazily massaging his testicles like a pair of baoding balls. Its movement was careful, but not gentle.

The room was too hot. Not only because it was one untypical humid summer night, but there was also another body pressed against him. He could feel coarse pubic hair tickling his hip and soft breasts resting on his chest.

Obi tried to wiggle his hips, to get away from the torturing sensation in his crotch and at the same time to gain more of it. Either way his effort was fruitless, for a leg was slung over one of his own, pinning him firmly down, as if it was necessary, what with all of his four limbs spread out and bound tightly to the bed’s posts.

Another hand was playing in his hair, tugging it at random, each time sending shivers down his spine. A wicked mouth was teasing his earlobe, alternately nibbling, licking and blowing warm breath into it.

Obi was hot, sweaty, and he was hard, oh so hard, and already shamelessly dripping, but the mischievous hand kept ignoring his throbbing member. Still, he almost whined as it left him. 

Seconds later his breath hitched as he felt something warm and oily being poured onto his cock. He trembled in anticipation, but instead of the long awaited stroke there was now a slick finger dipping between his cheeks, sliding in and out, slowly spreading the oil.

“Haaah…”

His heels dug into the mattress, trying to meet more of the finger but the leg pressed him back down. He groaned as he felt a fingertip on his entrance, tauntingly circling it before moving back up, caressing his balls on its way until the whole hand was now gripping his length. Obi moaned loudly, head thrashing, as his restrained hips bucked uncontrollably into the fist.

The hand slowly moved up and down, its palm rubbing his head in circular motion whenever it reached the top. The pace was infuriatingly slow and in no time Obi was reduced into a quivering, begging mess.

“Please…”

The only reply was a questioning hum vibrating on his chest, coming from the mouth now latched on one of his nipples, licking him mercilessly.

“Please, mistress…”

Instead of an answer he received a bite on the sensitive bud. His back arched and he cried out.

“Please what, Obi?”

Little by little the pace of the stroke increased, but still not enough for a release. Obi’s moaning and groaning resounded in the room, getting louder and louder.

“Do you want to come?”

The bed dipped as the body shifted and the other hand left his hair to fondle with his sack. Obi let out a long, agonised moan.

“I asked you a question.”

“Yes, yes! Please...mistress...haah...”

Finally, finally the hand moved faster, while the mouth returned to lick a wet trail along his jawline, his chin, down to his neck and collarbones. Obi was literally strung tight, unconsciously pulling on all of his bonds, gasping and groaning. He was close. So close.

A few more strokes and he came hard, tainting his front with ropes of come and spilling over the hand. It kept milking him until he whimpered an incoherent plea.

Panting hard in his afterglow, he felt a chaste kiss on his forehead. Then the satin band around his head was removed and light was knocking on his eyelids. Still catching his breath, he slowly opened his eyes. 

The first thing he saw was a pair of purplish blue pools gazing amusedly at him. As he blinked to bring them into focus they left him and turned their attention to the other side of the room. Following their direction, Obi turned his head and gold met emerald. His whole body went rigid but his traitorous, spent cock twitched alive with excitement.

Kiki stood up and walked in all her naked glory towards his equally naked Miss, who was bound to a chair with mouth gagged and legs spread wide out, already drenched in between and quavering in anticipation.

“Mmm...” Asayumi moaned softly, slowly waking against the trickle of sunlight over their futon.  Slowly, she turned over to face the man behind her, feeling the covers slip and slide against her naked body.

A gentle smile formed at the sight of her lover still sleeping, his breathing even and deep.  Asayumi admired how the sunlight seemed to pay Jinpachi homage, highlighting his strong jaw, sharp cheekbone and adding golden highlights to his long eyelashes and hair mussed by sleep and their earlier lovemaking.

She was very tempted to brush a stray lock of his inky black hair from his forehead, but decided not to wake him.  He had returned late the night before, then proceeded to make slow love to her the moment he reached her.  This series of events had become common place since he had brought her here from Kyoto.

And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

“You’re staring” came a barely audible whisper from him, though she didn’t see him move or even open his eyes.

“I apologize.  I thought you were still asleep.” A delighted giggle escaped her lips when Jinpachi, eyes still closed, reached for Asayumi to pull her flush against him, molding her soft curves against the hard planes of his body.

Asayumi watched as Jinpachi leaned in to press his lips against her neck, working his way down, nibbling on her collarbone and using her sensitivity to his touch to make her moan, bringing a rush of heat to her belly and between her thighs.

He dragged a gasp from her when his lips and tongue found the rosy tip of one breast, switching to the other when he had paid enough attention to it and she had threaded her fingers through his hair. She had thought about doing before when she thought he had been sleeping.

“Jinpachi!” Asayumi gasped when he gave one nipple a particularly rough tug with his tongue and teeth.  Her hips rolled against his, unbidden, and he chuckled deep in his throat.

“There, that’s it.” He trailed one hand down Asayumi’s torso, butterfly soft, across her hips and gripped one thigh to bring it up over his own.  Another gasp turned into a moan at the feeling of his long and talented fingers finding her reignited heat mixed with their passions from just hours earlier.

Jinpachi nudged her chin up with his nose so they were looking into each other’s eyes. “Feel me.  Feel everything that I do to you.”

Asayumi did.  Every time they were together.  It almost felt like he was trying to use his kotodama on her, but she knew he wouldn’t do that unless she was feeling adventurous. However, his words were effective without his ninja ability and, as he swiftly entered her weeping core, she cried out in pleasure at the feeling of him filling her completely.

“I’ve only ever felt you, Jinpachi. There will never be another.”

Jinpachi growled at her words as he began a slow, steady roll into her.  Asayumi felt like her body was on fire with such a slow pace, the crown of his shaft rubbing her just right to steadily increase her arousal. 

No matter how she touched him, no matter how she tried to encourage his movements, he refused to acknowledge her prompting and the slow build was driving her mad. All he gave her was a mischievous smile.

“Jinpachi, please!” Asayumi begged, cupping the sides of his head and looking into his bronze eyes, glowing like a statue in the sun.

When not even her pleas could get him to move faster, Asayumi let out a frustrated growl and, with all of her strength, flipped them over so Jinpachi was on his back and she was looking down at him.

If possible, more heat flared to life in his eyes and she could feel her core reply in kind.

Jinpachi’s hands trailed up and down her torso as she picked up a faster pace, feeling her thighs burn with the movement.  Rare was it that she took over, but his leisurely pace elevated her arousal higher and higher.  Her frustration growing, she had to take over lest he dangle her orgasm before her like a treat for a pet.

He finally settled his large, calloused hands on her hips to help guide her movement even as she leaned back, supporting herself on his upper thighs to move faster, the crown of his cock rubbing more insistently against the sensitive spot inside her body.

“Too tight.” She heard him mumble, gripping her hips tighter.  But she knew he wasn’t complaining.  his strength far surpassed her own and he could easily change things around to better suit his own desires, but he didn’t and Asayumi loved him all the more for it.

She told him when she felt the tightening, tell-tale signs of her orgasm and he brought his hand from one hip to place a large thumb over her clit, rubbing circles with the perfect pressure over it.

“Jinpachi, come with me.  I want to feel you finish at the same time.” Asayumi gasped when he timed a swipe of his thumb with a slight change in how he entered her just by shifting his hips ever so slightly.

“Yes.” was the only word he spoke before she felt him leave his hot seed inside her at the same time she felt tidal wave of pleasure wash over her, consume her, overwhelm her so much she made no sound as she stopped moving. 

Jinpachi’s hips lifted from the futon as he emptied himself into her, thrusting up into her two more times before they both collapsed into a pile back on their futon.

Slowly, Asayumi rolled off of him to flop onto her back next at his side.  Both were breathing heavy, but aglow with happiness.  

“You will never hear a complaint from me, but what brought this on?”