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Kinktober 2022
Day 7: Incest | Buttjob | Lactation

Title: Street Meat in the Sheets

Ship: Pathwayshipping | Ema/Shoichi

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Vrains

Rating: E

Word Count: 1,391

Warnings: None

   Shoichi considered himself quite a lucky guy. Not always but then Ema came into his life and she made the days where all his lotto numbers were literally one off from being the right winners or the days where he trod in dog shit much, much better. In fact, Ema was so good, Shoichi was worried one day he would just wake up and it was going to have just been one hell of a wet dream.

   Seriously, it was as if Ema had been made in some laboratory somewhere with Shoichi in mind specifically. She was sharp as a tack, she had a great sense of humour, she wasn’t needy and wasn’t afraid to put him in his place either. Not to mention her sense of appetite. Shoichi loved a girl who could eat and Ema chowed down on chilli dogs like she was trying to win a competition and it showed on her curves, too. Ema didn’t care one minute for that “moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips” nonsense. 

   Shoichi was exactly the kind of pervert who should be told to take his nonsense to the cheapskate’s menu at some greasy, chain fast food restaurant since he was after ass, breasts, and thighs. Though, Ema didn’t mind. Not one bit.

   “Oh, baby,” Ema commented, her eyes going wide as she sized up Shoichi’s cock, “I know exactly where you should put that tonight.”

   Shoichi stood, naked but dripping with good looks, on the threshold of Ema’s bedroom and her ensuite. He was all freshly showered with his cock hanging out. He didn’t want to skite himself up but he did reckon that it was a big, veiny thing and Ema certainly had no complaints with it or how it was used. With his hand resting on the doorway, Shoichi quirked an eyebrow, intrigued by where this was going.

   “Really, alright, tell me. No, let me guess,” Shoichi bantered with Ema as he approached the bed where she was all sprawled out like a goddess, “in your pussy? No, your tits? Maybe your thighs?”

   “Nope, right here, please.” Ema said and she spanked her own bottom as she rolled over.

   She had the tightest, plushest arse imaginable. And that was saying something considering how shapely she was. She had a fat, round arse and it did wobble slightly when she had spanked it but she, almost contranianly, kept it taut as she waited for Shoichi to clamber up onto the bed with her.

   He laid down beside Ema, getting a wet patch on her good linen and he let his gaze caress her with an erotic curiosity. She, too, was laying on her side, her hand underneath her cheek as she propped herself up on the bed, though more specifically her pillow. 

   She was wearing an opaque camisole and only an opaque camisole which parted over her midsection so it was more a decoration than a garment of clothing. It added mystique to her large breasts, to her curves and she moved it slightly to reveal more of her arse which was hanging out from underneath it. She toyed with it and batted her eyes, her lashes were thick with mascara she had recently reapplied.

   “Come on,” Ema goaded him, “right here.”

   She elegantly dug her manicured nails into her flesh and spread her cheeks for Shoichi. His own - on his face, that is - went red. Ema’s arsehole was a ruddy, pink thing and just begging to be licked and topped.

   “With pleasure.” Shoichi replied, a little flustered.

   Shoichi half-rolled over so he could mount Ema from behind. She let go of her cheek and placed her hands under her pillow. Shoichi lined himself up to Ema and was quick to start. With his belly flat to the bed, Shoichi’s hands sank into either side of Ema’s arse and he rimmed her.

   Shoichi angled his chin up against Ema’s body so he could delve deep into her. He kept his elbows out, over her thighs to anchor himself whilst he rimmed her. Just purely and only concentrated on Ema and her hole. He dug his fingers in deeper, his nails leaving a mark on her pale, creamy-coloured flesh. Shoichi ate her vigorously until Ema made noise after noise. Her husky voice transformed so lewd as Shoichi probed his tongue inside of her hole.

   His jaw ached as he was nothing less than attentive or aggressive as he rimmed Ema. Her pussy underneath was leaving a wet patch, a much bigger one than Shoichi who had dried off by now too. She moaned as she felt every centimetre of Shoichi’s tongue, not a millimetre unused or unexplored, as well.

   He really loved Ema. He really loved her arse. It was simply the most perfect shape, most perfect texture, and most perfect everything. Shoichi kept going. He adored her and it turned him on so much to feel her come from being tongued. His heart pounded in his chest as he all but tasted Ema’s orgasm.

   Her ass gave a jiggle as Ema humped against her bed. She gasped, she moaned. Her head reared back slightly and she felt the tickle of her long hair brush against her lower back as Shoichi kept eating her out. He couldn’t help himself, his tongue prowling against her hole, swirling it around, clockwise and then anti-clockwise and then again and up and down. Just whatever he could to put more pressure on Ema’s ultimate pleasure.

   It was long and languid but Ema moaned as she came and Shoichi pulled his head up. He reared back up onto his knees and admired how Ema had just melted for him. She looked so comfy in bed, her body all relaxed and her puss soft and wet with arousal. She had her head to her pillow but there was a pout to her side profile. What could be seen of it, anyway, through the fluffy cascades of her magenta and grey hair.

   “You tease me too much,” Ema playfully complained, “I want your cock, not your tongue.”

   “You’ll get it, don’t worry.” Shoichi clicked his tongue as he got ready again.

   He was hard. Rock-hard. Just from eating Ema out. Shoichi couldn’t be more pleased with himself because of it. He spread Ema’s cheeks for her again and with a thrust of his hips, Shoichi was able to jam his cock right between them. Ema squeaked and she clenched. Shoichi smiled and began to hump her.

   Shoichi grunted and felt his face go red. He was really into the sensation of rubbing his dick between Ema’s cheeks. She was so plush and fat and firm. It all seemed like a contradiction but it was one hell of a contradiction. He began to leak pre-cum and it acted as a lubricant, making it even easier for his see-sawing between Ema’s cheeks.

   “Argh, I’m close.” Shoichi choked out.

   “I can feel it.” Ema laughed.

   Shoichi kept going for another couple rounds. Back and forth. He panted, he grunted. His cheeks flushed a darker colour as he worked up a sweat just thrusting back and forth until he burst. At the end of such vigorous thrusting, Shoichi came. His semen jetted forth and painted Ema’s lower back. It was only then that he paused, not to rest but admire.

   He held himself steady, letting his dick be gripped from either side by Ema’s ass as he came. Ema gasped as she felt the splatter of his semen hitting her lower back. Shoichi just watched - admired - the mess that he made because it looked so good, highlighting Ema’s curves, the various dips and rolls of her back. 

   And Ema had to get a look, too, of course. She arched her back, like she was in a yoga position, and with heavy-lidded eyes, glanced over her twisted back. Droplets of cum dribbled down her sides and she shivered at the feel of it but she loved the sensation of it. But she loved the look of Shoichi’s thick, veiny dick between her cheeks very much. For a split second, she studied every ridge and being a hot-blooded male, Shoichi took it in pride. His chest puffed out as he beamed.

   Then, her eyes flicked up to Shoichi and Ema smiled coquettishly, “Thank you very much for the hotdog, Mr. Hotdog-Man.”