masanari | [Futurelandia] The Wonderful Christmas (and maybe into New Years stuff too)

[Futurelandia] The Wonderful Christmas (and maybe into New Years stuff too)

[ Their pack's Christmas tended to be one which was full and chaotic, despite the fact that there were increasingly less children in the house as Yamato and Junko (and yes, Koji too) all grew to maturity. In some ways, this was actually more "kids" than had been in the house for it than in a long time, what with their new additions.

Still: Masaomi, Nariko, Ada, Sullivan, Emily, Octavio, Tom, Yamato, Junko, Koji, Veronica, and Audrey - Twelve people with at least one gift for everyone else, often times more in the case of those who were more generous or had deeper pockets or more to impress others with. The sheer number (even if it had grown over time) is probably what prompted them to set up a grate tree in one of the living room spaces which was probably meant to be a formal dining room and then lay out all the presents from everyone wrapped up under it andt hen sprawled out for a wide area around it all. There's chairs set up in a circle around the room to give everyone room to sit and the first one there (Which if, of course, Masaomi) brought bags for the wrapping paper to go into a recycle.

Also Masaomi has on a santa hat and a fake beard. Both of which Ada picked out years ago, and he wears mostly out of tradition. It's similarly out of tradition that he got up at the ass crack of dawn to sit in the room and eat some rice before anyone else got up, wait for them all to filter on in here usually starting with Ada or Sullivan or in recent years his eldest son so people can start to make breakfast and be ready. But either way, breakfast and present opening in the morning! A white elephant gift exchange game in the afternoon! A big dinner in the evening!

Christmas is a time of togetherness, where there has to be some structure, but there's a lot which can happen beyond all that and often did. Movies watched, songs sung, and even if this year of different and strange for a variety of reasons... well. It was still their day, and everyone would enjoy it. ]

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[ Don't make me wait.

Yamato laughs at that. It's not at her, it's not even at the situation, which is more hot than it is amusing or exasperating. It's a weird, nervous vortex where they're both figuring out where they stand with each other and how they'll continue into the future. It's just... with so many emotions flying around inside of him, so many and so many contradictory impulses living through him - he doesn't even know how to respond.

So he pulls the finger inside of her back, shifts his hips, and - ]

W-wouldn't dream -- of it.

[ He says thickly, and he cocks his hips back --- to thrust deep inside of her, trying to impale her on the first thrust ]

[In her normal state Junko would have taken offense to that laugh, but maybe this whole thing is putting them on the same wavelength because she knows it's not her, or at himself. It's just the whole thing, the crazy excitement and the awareness that they're shifting into something but there's no name for what they're becoming. Not yet, anyway. So he can laugh for them both. Junko deals with it by relaxing into her bed and letting herself be weirdly comforted by his presence.]

Good - thanks.

[Because he really could use the opportunity to tease her and make everything so much worse and nearly painful. Instead he just slides right on in there! It aches in the tiniest way but this position is just easier, there's not nearly as much trouble and, frankly, he can make it all the way in on one go if he liked.]

I'm gonna start praying to your cock I swear to god.

I won't ... object to that.

[ ... Man, how cool would that be, though. Not that she would, but. .. But what if she did. ]

C-convert, and all.

[ But even as he says this, he starts to work his hips inside of her, groaning as he begins the movement. He slid in so easily! She's... she's come a long way, and so has he ]

[She might at this rate! Who knows what she's capable of at this rate.]

Full on.

[Completely, without reservation or concern for what it means. She hadn't been entirely aware of how violently she needed some attention, and how much she'd ached while getting him off so having it now is sort of like shooting her brain off into the cosmos. It's so good that she really can't handle speaking, though she tries! There are fragments of his name, but all she can do is whine, losing her fingers in his hair, dragging them along his shoulders and back.]

[ The next line might have sounded significantly better in his head, and much more sexy and much less goofy. Hopefully she doesn't have her sexual desire shrivel up from it, because Yamato all but giggles as he keeps thrusting up into her, and secures his hands up over her shoulders under her arms. ]

If it's -- like that though, g-guess you could be like the high priestess, make a whole flock of Yamato Kida's dick...ites.

[She really should think that's a terribly stupid line! Her drive should plummet and she should just go take a shower or something! But.]

But that's - that's what it is, right? [It's incredibly difficult to talk right now, so this has to be an important thought for her to put such effort into it.] I don't want - unworthy people around you? But it's ... Alphas have to lead people anyway?

[What she really means to say while steadily working towards her orgasm, here, is: Wasn't that the way of a pack? Their father had his 'flock' and he enjoyed that overbearing sense of knowledge and control, knowing he could have anyone that struck his interest at any given moment. And Junko didn't think that'd be Yamato's approach, not exactly anyway, but he did deserve to have people around him that would appreciate his approach.

And Junko would make sure they found the right people for that. So, yeah. High Priestess of dick. It kind of fits.]

[ Holy shit that line worked? He was just sort of babbling like an idiot and he knew it, he was just trying to give form to the buzzing in his head, this need he felt coursing through his veins to want to, well... claim people. Make everyone around him his. He wondered who he could have an who he could test his limits against. But at the same time...

Yamato wasn't quite his father. Not completely. His eyes widen a little... what it is. ]

Unworthy...? [ He almost laughs at that, but he groans a little and he shakes his head. He can't think of anyone who he'd listed so far as being unworthy, having grown up around most of them and Tiffany just seemed great. But at the same time, maybe...

He didn't want to be mean to his father. (hell, he wasn't even sure he would win there) ]

I want... to have people, I think.

[It somehow stands to reason that Yamato ... Has no sense of boundaries. You can't have everyone, you can't claim everything. There has to be some amount of focus to the whole thing and that trait, arguably, might be what helped their father. She could make some kind of internal comment about how they're weirdly flipped around from their parents but Junko still doesn't have much of a brain to speak with.]

Lots of people, obviously.

[She hadn't imagined it was even a question! ... Although, yes, he really has to set his sights outside of their pack.]

[ Who the hell needs boundaries! If he learned anything from his mother's genetics its that boundaries are things for people who aren't amazing and unstoppable. ... Err. Okay no he doesn't think that highly of himself, but the point stands. Quite paradoxically, Junko seems to have inherited the pragmatism and the (though most would not think of him for this) sense of restraint their father has. Yamato seems to have inherited something else altogether, probably from their mother, even if he was in a lot of ways emulating Masaomi more in this moment, from what the children know.

... Still. He- ]

Yeah. Y-yeah, lots, I think. [ He should sound more confident. ] Maybe ... maybe a lot? [ Err, he started to say an actual number and then got embarrassed. As he looks down, he sees her necklace, bouncing along with the rest of her body. He licks his lips - ] Tiffany?

[ But now he looped around to too narrow! ... Poor Junko, to be saddled with this even as he, by nature of his emotions going nuts, actually goes at her faster (albeit somewhat shallower) as a result of his thinking and talking ]

[Going faster because he's feeling more how - how does that make sense? Boys are so damn weird.]

Definitely her. [She's a nice lady! Junko's always liked her and they actually went out for coffee one time! She had a good vibe. There's a lot more to say about that, including the fact that she wants to ask when he could have possibly found the time to talk with her or was it just a sudden attraction thing?] Bu-but there's - that Robin girl, [She always thought they'd get along, though she's the only person who could be shier than Yamato.] Selina, Isabella, Travis, Anthony from your class ...

[It takes her a good few minutes to work all that out because, shallow or not, it's not stopping her any.]

Lots of - people!

[A lot of possibilities!]

[ The excitement got his blood pumping! So he did the easier, happy, intensely physical action! Instead of his patented movement where he thrusts up slow but impossibly deep. Still, with that list? That's... Holy shit she's so-

He needs to figure out how to parse though that list even as he continues to move in her, as he holds her a little tighter, pinches her a little. That just feels so good to think about. Robin? Who the fuck was Robin? Oh... wait- ]

Robin's the-- she's the mousy one, right?

[ Apparently, they are having this discussion while they are fucking ]

[Boy logic.]

There's two! [So ... She's not entirely sure which one he might be referring to. Maybe you could refer to Robin Bailey as mousy if you used her introverted nature as the basis for the argument! But, then, Junko's seen that girl bitch out a guy taller than Yamato, she can't imagine describing the dark haired, blue-eyed young girl like that, even if she did dress like some weirdly modern, American Yamato Nadeshiko. but considering how quiet, patient, and relatively small at just 5'3, Robin was 'mousy' could fit.

That or he meant brown haired Robin Marietta who always dressed like she was trying to win a slut award. If Junko had to guess she'd probably ... Assume that Yamato was thinking of her for the most obvious reasons, and that Brown Robin was in Yamato's grade, but Robin Bailey was in Junko's.

How are they talking about this while she wants to cum? Oh well.]

I mean the - dark haired one!

[But considering that they're in different grades, and Junko and Robin only shared one class last year it's ... Unlikely that Yamato knows which one she's referring to. Although, Robin does work in the library pretty frequently, and she was their school's star musician for two years in a row. So hey, maybe he's well aware of her! Junko doesn't rule her brother's life.]

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That--- doesn't help! [ Seriously. But he had indeed assumed that Junko might have meant the younger one. He'd only really seen her picture for award things or in the library. The other one... Marietta just looked hot and he wouldn't have thought of her as being mousy. Mousy was to say they were timid or shy, right?

Maybe he's not even using the right word.

Still, he keeps talking even as he keeps thrusting in her, gripping her backside a little harder- ]

Library Robin? Not suck and fuck Robin!

[ THERE. That should make it clear ]

Right!

[Okay, they're on the same page! She couldn't help thinking of Marietta as mousy because of her fucking voice, which was the definition of 'mouse' - high and squeaky, weirdly tinny. But none of that really matters, and he's going to have to hold off on this whole discussion because she's reached the end of her self control.]

Tell me I can cum! Let me cum, let me cum, please, holy fuck, Yamato, please! [She can't move too much because she's flat on the bed, and he's got a decent enough hold on her but it feels like there's too much energy in her body, it's that consuming, overwhelming sense of being thrown off an edge that's both scary and intoxicating.

But he said she couldn't until he gave permission, and she can't disobey him right now.]

[ . . .

But what if he didn't say she could?

He won't try to make her do anything like continue the conversation, but even if he was sympathetic to her plight and even if he was a little bit worried about doing this to her, curiosity won out in the end, if only for a moment. He doesn't let up in any of his movements, but his lips curl up into some weird, worried smile that he tended to put on when he was pretty sure he did something bad when he was young. And he doesn't answer her. He resolves to not answer her for five.. seven? five seconds just to see if she can somehow hold out more and what'll happen ]

[If he doesn't give her permission ... Then there's nowhere for all that energy to go, which is a bit of a problem for Junko.]

Yamato! [She bucks, even twists in his hold.] L-Let me! Alpha, I want to! Cum for you! Please! Let me cum, I'm going to die if I don't cum! [That's hyperbole to its most extreme effect but for her it feels like the truth, as if something completely and utterly natural is being denied and she can't handle the reality of that. Every passing second seems to make her vibrate from the inside though how much of that is truth or just her now extremely addled brain is up for debate - perception is colored more thoroughly than a rainbow.]

Alpha! [She devolves into actual tears and her scent is both intensified and violently repressed at once. And while her body is obviously trying to do a little convincing of it's own she keeps trying to beg even as she loses the air in her lungs because she's breathing too heavily and seems to have lost control of her body as a whole. Yamato's definitely inherited their mother's devouring traits, but Junko's ended up with the heaviness of their father's - she only lacks the force to make someone obey, but that doesn't undermine the almost physical weight of it, either.]

[ This is... amazing. Horrifying? Both?

The world seems to be moving in slow motion for Yamato now, he's barely even moving his hips (or at least it feels like he isn't) because he is watching her eyes tear up, watching her buck and look a lot more desperate. Five seconds becomes six, but to him it feels like a small eternity and he's sure it must feel even longer than her. But even so, she's defiant in the face of her body, forcing herself to hold out and ...

And he's not sure if it's pity or compassion or what which makes him whisper out, ]

Cum.

[ He's... ... He's definitely going to need to keep up this orgasm denial thing. Or at least the control of it. It feels... wrong. Bad? Exciting? All of the above? Fuck ]

[It doesn't really matter if he's moving or not because when he finally gives her permission Junko let's out some low, guttural noise that is neither dominant or submissive, it's just a response. It comes along with the fact that now she really is shaking incredibly hard, her knees have turned to jelly but there's apparently enough strength in her arms that she twists her front forward and pulls at her headboard. It ends up turning her face towards one of her pillows, not that it does much to hide her screams, and that's not what she's trying to do, either.

For that brief period where she outright squirts on his cock, Junko instinctively fucks herself on him with the sort of rough treatment that has no sense of artfulness or composition, it's just a purely basic need to take more and feel as much as she can while making an absolute mess between them.

So, yeah, orgasm denial works really well on her. One or both of their parents probably already knew that.

It takes an abnormally long time for her to calm down, her orgasm is continuous and she's tight the whole way through it, crying and moving the whole way through it, she's lost complete control of herself for that whole period. Which makes combing back into it almost jarring.

Her face, when she finally moves onto her back again properly, is tear stained and flushed an incredible red, she can't ... Do anything but gasp. So just don't expect her to talk, Yamato.

And if he didn't cum then he's basically super man.]

[ No... no, he came.

It's about the time that the tight contorting around his cock happened, because holy shit he expected something, but he did not quite expect all of that. That was just amazing, that was otherworldly and something which bordered on inhuman, animal. He worked his hips against her, but no matter what he did, it just didn't seem to match up to her wild movements.

So really, you could say she milked it out of him. It was impossible to not blow his seed inside of her, and be left panting and wide-eyed as he looked down at her gasping form. He sort of wants to say something though...

... He just says- ] Wow.

[Considering how much of a mess she is right now she might still kind of look like an animal. She's panting, exhausted, and staring sort of listlessly in his direction.]

That's ... good? [She swallows, or tries to.] Right?

[She doesn't know, man. Up is diagonal and purple tastes like croissants. She's just. Yeah.

Yeah.

(Another few minutes and she'll be kind of back to normal).]

Super good.

[ He ... Well. ]

Words when - ... there's words.

[ About all those names! He's curious about them, and his blood is still demanding he gather more followers. But god damn that was some mind blowing sex ]

Yeah. Words.

[She closes her eyes and tries to let her body come back from whatever insane mode it fell into. She can't remember anything but that overbearing sense of absolute pleasure, and hopefully that's a good thing. She sighs, and when she opens her eyes again it's with a smile.]

I think I'm really beginning to love this whole thing.

[Being a sub-slut, or whatever he'd called it before.]

You do look pretty zen about now.

[ He doesn't know if she means the sub-slut or if she means being with him and the high priestess of cock or whatever the hell. But he says this evenly, or as evenly as he can while his breathing is still a little ragged and it feels like his cock is swimming in various fluids now while it rests inside of her. ]

... You do know Bells [ To use a nickname he's not even sure if she ever used but some other people do ] rejected me before, right?

[ Assuming she meant the Isabella he shares a few classes with.

But she said Robin - Library Robin, was she even cute? - and Isabella and Selina and Anthony, and Travis. ... He thinks he knows Isabella and probably Anthony ... Maybe Travis? ]

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Oh, you're going to have me explain all of this, aren't you?

[Ew, thinking. She needs a sandwich or something to be able to recall her own series of thoughts.]

Isabella did reject you before, but coming back stronger and more confident is important, Yamato. Besides, she's incredibly creative and well rounded, she'll be good to have around when I'm gone. Not quite as smart as me, but almost. Besides, Isabella's one of those types you have to take your time with getting to know then she'll turn into a complete slut. You were just a little too gung ho before.

[But now Yamato not only has Junko, but Audrey and their mom, and probably Ada, too! All willing to be with him whenever. With Isabella he can stand to learn some restraint and how to delegate his attentions correctly. And in the grand scheme of things the girl was easy - Junko had faith that her brother could handle someone like that.]

[ Okay he's following most of that (and he does mutter "sorry" because yes he is going to make her explain all that THIS IS YOUR ALPHA APPARENTLY JUNKO guess you need to deal with it. But- ]

When are you going to be gone?

[ Or did she mean like... not necessarily right next to him ]

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These trait reversals are so great I love them too

Same. they're just so much fun in general gosh

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