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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Didn't I just said I wouldn't, right? I mean... [ He shrugs a little. It would be his little girl, so would he even look towards her? Even if he did, could she compare to Nariko? But in this moment... oh. Oh. He could try to tease her, right? Yamato groans as he slides his cock up into her, as he tilts himself to shift how he goes into her ass, and smacks it a little with his hand. ]

Maybe I'd look. When she first got an E-cup.

[Somehow this has firmly edged into definite, easy teasing. Maybe it's because she fully, completely believed in his feelings, that he loved her incomprehensibly even if he would be surrounded by 'better' options.

And, y'know, Masaomi certainly liked Junko well enough so by now she's beginning to think those boundaries really don't matter as much as she'd thought. Her words catch as he edges in a little more, but it doesn't stop her] They can't get that big!

[... Right?]

Why not?

[ it's a simple question as he asks it. Weren't Nariko's more or less thay big? Or maybe he was over estimating ... but he was teasing now. For sure. ]

[The answer is because good god would she feel sorry for her daughter if they had to deal with the weight of the things the way she does. So much money would go towards their bras alone. But that doesn't actually make it a bad thing, she realizes - not for a guy, anyway.]

Because it's dangerously close to my size! [She's an F cup, after all, and aside from the growth that comes with the pills or being knocked up they pretty much stay that way. There's a part of her that doesn't want to be outclassed!]

If they're bigger than mine I might have to look, too.

[She's no good at not being a mild creeper, apparently.]

What if. What if she actually got bigger than you?

[ was he teasing her or just imagiNing now? ]

Then I'd deal with it the same way I did with Audrey.

[Whichever one it is, the result edges too closer to her territorial nerve, to the fact that, in truth, she wouldn't let anyone get in the way of herself and her mate. There's no anger at the idea of him being with other people, and in a way she wants to keep sleeping around a bit too. But no one would get away with becoming better in his eyes. She'd deal with them before that.

Sooo. Sorry about your aggressive other half, Yamato? It's not solely limited to her Alpha instincts by any means.]

Yeah. How's that?

[ He's poking the bear but he genuinely doesn't actually know how or why naruto dealt with Audrey be for now. This topic also is turning him on too much. ... ]

It's not like I threatened her.

[Because that, and so much more, was not beyond Nariko in the least. But Audrey was a teenager, probably couldn't punch a kitten even if her life depended on it.] I just made it clear that she wasn't allowed to come before me, she doesn't get you before me, and she's not allowed to think she's more important than me, either.

[Her tone becomes more demanding with each sentiment, but it's not aimed at him, there's no threat to his dominance. So long as it was made clear that Nariko wasn't a standard set of holes to be fucked, if there was a separation between herself and others? She could play nice without issue, it was when her sense of placement was threatened that everything went to hell.]

We had a very brief, if slightly tense discussion, and then we were fine.

[Didn't you notice, Yamato, that Audrey was never game for anything until after Nariko had already initiated contact with you in some shape or form, and never before that?]

[ ( Did that extend to masaomi as well? ) also Yamato... had not noticed. Was it so direct as audRey wasn't allowed to touch him a given day Nariko hadn't already? Or was it even more subtle? Because if it's the former then him and Audrey didn't get it on much over December.

But Nariko made that sort of claim on him before tonight? That makes him shiver a little in a way he didn't know... well, he didn't know what he felt about that, but he thinks it was flattered. A very tense discussion, huh?

Still. ]

So you'd do that to your H-cup daughter... [ H-cup. The fuck would that even look like. ] guess I'll have to for my boy with the fourteen inch monster.

[ Somehow, this is still teasing for him. Probably because her dominant note there was still inviting to him, still didn't threaten his own. And ... and somehow this combination of sex and domesticity, this combination of them fucking hard and talking about the future just make him that much more spirited in his movements. ]

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[No, it was far more subtle then that. Audrey and Yamato were still friends, and Nariko wasn't insecure - she wasn't going to try and strangle either of them about the whole matter. It was more that Audrey was allowed something sexual if Nariko had, say, already kissed Yamato or been affectionate in some other manner! It was a very wide range, all things considered, and a lot of it was centered in control, ultimately.]

... I'd probably be rougher on a daughter, though ... [Because she would expect them to already be aware, much in the way that, once upon a time, Junko had thought that her father couldn't love anyone more than Nariko.]

I should feel bad about that, right? [The harder he goes the more complicated it is to get a working sentence out, she's moaning more than speaking right about now because he's right - there is a certain something about this situational, almost emotional kind of talk while they fuck like animals.] But I love that ... You would still be kind of possessive after so long!

[She really, really loves it, because there's no such thing as suffocating her with too much love, too much attention.]

[ Yamato had not noticed that, not really. Well other than the fact he might've noticed that Audrey and him didn't have sex during those days she was out at the funeral other than the skype call then presumably. Or little ways the blonde had been watching him or her. He might've picked up that much, but he was really dense sometimes in the worst of ways.

But would she be rougher... Yamato doesn't know. In his mind, his mother was passionate but she was also gentle, loving, caring. His own view on his mate was incredibly warped by a history of favoritism in a way he probably would never understand, so it's hard for him to both accept that she would do anything to feel bad about, or that she would need to feel bad about it.

Even so, he almost laughs at that, but the laugh turns into a moan. Still possessive after so long? Well, of course he would be! Not... probably not like her, because he would know she was his, but all the same, he has to make sure that's the case, right? When he spreads his wings and leaves this current pack. (wait... the Alpha and his mate...) ]

W-well, why not?! Right-? I mean, a dick like that would be fascinating to try once, and some other- woman might just get addicted!

[ But... ] I like how- you don't have a doubt they will! Work out like that!

['Rougher' in this case means that it would be a very frank, immediate sort of discussion, his image of her isn't too off because Nariko is loving, and she's more than capable of being gentle. Especially with her children, no matter how they might fuck up, hurt her feelings, or throw fits, it's an eternal mother's love. It's maybe the one thing she's truly good at. But it does still stand to reason that Yamato's never seen the full extent of her aggression, and his father hasn't in a long while, either.

Which is a good thing. No looking gift horses in the mouth, here.]

Is there any other option, for ours?

[It seems natural, seems right, so why not go with it! But maybe it's the timing or the fact of the matter that sees her imagining that same house - the one with a garden, with a pool, the one she doesn't have to share with other women or other ideologies. And it's easy to imagine an H-cup daughter who would be cute and have Yamato's gentility. It strikes a chord that is both violently emotional and incredibly sexual. So he'll kind of have to forgive her because her scent goes a little wild, it's devouring and wild, as much as it had been when he rightfully claimed her, earlier. She's not trying to be dominating, it's just a reaction.]

Yamato! [That family, with her mate, with privacy, with her territory, as much as it can be hers - it's such a beautiful little fantasy.]

[ Yamato's own fantasy is somewhat different, ultimately. It's probably inevitable, given his status as an Alpha and the overwhelming desire he feels to be a leader of men. However, the future and the pack he envisions isn't quite the one his father has made - it's not the beloved pack of misfits with conflicting ideologies that he has grown up in because while he does love that, what he envisions instead is another house...

A house by a lake, one neighbored by the houses of the other people he's recruited as part of his pack, with a little fence and a little toolshed. Does he even like working with tools? He doesn't do it much now, but maybe learning more about cars would be fun. And a tennis court down the street. He sees himself waking up every day with himself and Nariko and his handsome son and their H-cup daughter who attracts all the boys. He goes out onto the street and knows everyone on that little one-way is his, all of the children and the adults answer to him and to his mate, and they all greet him.

It's a strong feeling for him too.

That she was utterly his, and is a part of that fantasy world. ]

Nariko! Nariko-- No chance other than that!

[ He should start to babble now, it would be is usual style. But right now he just picks up the pace all the more, wishing he could see the other side of the glass and maybe straining the hinges. He kisses at her neck and bites down on her ear (and therefore the sun earring if she has it in) to push closer to the end of this round up her ass ]

[But, that's the thing - even if his vision is different, his isn't one that guts the spirit of her own. There are lots of ways to be happy in life, Nariko's certainly learned that the incredibly difficult way. Also? A lakehouse sounds amazing, and if there was a tennis court then she just might have him teach her a little bit.

It's an overwhelming moment from both ends, so there's really no choice but to cum, it starts when he bites at her neck and doesn't quite let up from there. She isn't as loud as usual, but her throat hasn't fully recovered and there's nothing less pleasured or inherently submissive about her whimpers and mewls, they're still loud enough to be heard outside of their bathroom, in all honesty.

He's free to go on, he's got her blessing even if he doesn't need it because even though she can't quite recall what she'd so elaborately made up in her head the feeling, the warmth and love and sense of self remains, and it just makes it last longer for her. It's a good thing they're in the shower, otherwise her cum would just get all over the place!]

[ It's almost a shame that neither vision of theirs accounts for her other mate.

Not that he's thinking about that right now, or that he's thinking about much of anything other than some vague vision of that lakeside house and that little neighborhood of his followers that he has in mind, of that little house where him and his mate and his daughter and his son all live. With Junko nearby, and many other faces (Tiffany?) near too.

... A lot of it was pleasant, and a lot of it was happy.

And right now, his cock throbbing and having to work that much harder in her now constricting ass, he slaps her cheeks as if that might make her loosen up, feels her cum shooting down his leg, and works that much harder for one or three more thrusts, groaning loudly himself as he pushes himself -

And then shoots a big, thick load up inside of her ]

[Well. Technicalities. Or something.

She should be thinking of him, right? But she can't. She doesn't know his name right now, and only knows his existence by the fact that he's Yamato's father as much as she's still his mother in the unavoidable, obvious sense. When he cums in her she gets out one good, particularly loud moan but it cracks at the end.]

Oh my god.

[He's going to have to make sure she doesn't collapse on the floor, her legs are weak all over again.]

Really too good at this. [He's barely seventeen and he fucks hard enough to leave her shaking. ... If their son really does inherit his prowess then she's well and truly doomed. Not that it'd be such a bad fate.]

[ Apparently, they're on the same wavelength, because even as he pants, he teases her with, ]

And my son's cock's going to be even bigger. Good five, six more inches or some... thing.

[ But he does indeed catch her. Somehow, even as he feels the wave of sex-based exhaustion fall on him, he feels strong, powerful. It's probably because even if that wasn't the most submissive end for her, he knows that she is his, knows that she belongs to him in a powerfully primal way. And he wraps an arm and then both arms around her waist to keep her up and then pull her in towards him so he can continue to rock his hips ]

[She does belong to him, completely and entirely. She wouldn't be so emotional if she wasn't his, if she didn't value what he gave her so many times over that it could be dizzying. There's barely any strength in her arms but she tries to brace against the glass, moaning faintly.]

That may be the case. [And yet.] But I just can't imagine loving anyone more than you. Or their dick.

[Maybe it's a benefit of her age that, honestly, there's a lot more to it than just a really good cock and an overflow of biological imperative. It's easy to manufacture physical responses and reactions, but it was incredibly difficult to love someone, and to feel loved by someone else outside of all that.]

And I'm not saying that just because you're still in me. [Although that within itself is incredibly pleasant.]

Yeah.

[ He doesn't doubt it. Who was his father and his Alpha again?

But he breathes that out, holding her tight but not willing to take a step back or anything. He just is here, embracing her. His dick still in her. And really, she turned that into something so sentimental and emotional he didn't know hoe to continue the quipping and teasing. He was a little bit tempted to ... but. Oh well, he knows they need to wash up some more before dinner. ]

Don't - crush his ego. Too much. If he gets it from me, he'll - be sensitive.

It's guaranteed since you got it from me.

[They really might end up with an incredibly sensitive child who, like, might go on to become the next Van Gogh but before that they'd cry over everything and might not do too well in groups. Which was fine, as far as Nariko was concerned but it's not a good idea for Yamato to ignore the cards.]

But it's okay.

[People are allowed to be sensitive! And they really should genuinely clean up but that would mean being separated and ... Augh, at that.]

I... I hope so.

[ He's just remembering how pent up he got there earlier in this last year, how some rejections made him feel like shit and the end of the world. It's a very shallow concern, but it's one he still holds in his heart. No matter what his son might be like, what would...

Well.

Maybe Nariko was being too gentle, too emotional. Or he was. He didn't know which. He shakes his head and doesn't move, because he likes resting in her like this ]

[Who knows, but her stomach is more than happy to break the stalemate with an incredibly loud, weird rumbling noise that catches her attention immediately.] Uh. [That wasn't cute in the least and now she doesn't know what to say.]

.... Maybe we should get ready before my stomach swallows us both?

[THIS IS EMBARRASSING but she tries to avoid letting it show.]

... Guess the cum wasn't enough.

[ Maybe he can make it better with a joke?

Err... ]

Wash my hair?

[ He should have phrased that as a command, but it does give her something to do, hopefully will make her less embarrassed too. But he pulls out of her finally, regretfully, and takes a step back from her, thus no longer supporting her ]

[She manages to not fall flat on her ass, which is amazing within itself.]

Of course! [If nothing else the command/request certainly diverts her attention! Nariko is more than happy to get a hold of the shampoo and motion for him to lean down enough that she can comfortable start to lather him up! It's these little gestures that she loves so there's a lot joy that comes with it, and will probably take up all the time before they have to run off too dinner.

She moves right on to washing his body, though, it's not at all sexual but she doesn't think he wouldn't want an excited woman taking care of him.]

[ He does. Honestly, a part of him feels like he should offer to wash her back... but then another part of her doesn't want to break his feel of dominance, because it feels really good. So in the end he decides to be silent, smiling goofily as he bends his head a little to allow her to reach to watching his hair.

It will probably take up all the time until dinner, particularly given he's meant to get in the suit first and then head down before her ]

rofl well I just meant kinda short hair more masculine rough and tumble shrugs

Nari would blame whichever father for that tbh which would actually be kind of hilarious

Good then we're so going with that one. I like them competing too. Best friends

bonus points if she's tomboyish and only flustered by the sibling flustered being punches them a lil

That's like the exact sort of idea I was thinking tbh. Soft spot and all

Then it'll be easy to bring into reality because those are my fave tomboys tbh

I love how were now sort of indirectly plotting mega futurelandia

Yup! But we'll really have to see how much of it actually makes it's way to the final cut

So I was totaling up how many kids there would be next generation and I've got at least 14 so far

WELL 19 since Yamato/Masaomi get twins/triplets but yep. So many tiny humans.

Oh do they I didn't even account for that, amazing. I should PM you the list I had thus far

Yep! Nari has a high chance of multiple kids, Junko a low to medium. Also yes a pm would be good

Man we should have exploited that earlier in / pms you though

It's all good handwaves

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