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No chance to plan

Married at First Meeting

Breathe. This is the most important day — moment — of your life. Back straight. Eyes up. Here you stand at the alter, about to pledge vows to the person you'll be married to for the rest of your years.

A person you've never seen until a few minutes ago. Someone you have barely heard of, only just met. What happens next? It's fine. Only one or two momentous outcomes may rest on this union.

Don't to forget to breathe. Remember, this is the most important day of your life.

HOW TO PLAY
⟢ It's what it says on the tin. Your character will marry the person they're only just now meeting and the people who tag you fit the role.
⟢ Set your top-level up in the usual fashion. Leave it blank if you'd like, but you can also wax poetic about ideas and potential hooks you've got in mind.
⟢ Folks tag in, you tag out.
⟢ Congrats! The person who tags you is your new spouse.
⟢ Wedding bells are ringing.

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[ denji couldn't care less if the dress gets shredded, other than the fact that it's the only thing covering him. his own squirming and thrashing only seems to help tear the dress, the exact opposite of what he wants. ]

A- a physical check? No way, can't we just- we can fake it! You don't wanna do this either, right?

[ his voice sounds pathetic. pleading, almost. he barely even knows the basics of sex with a woman, let alone sex with a man. ]

[ yoshida manages to tear the many layers of fabric, like unraveling an onion, until he finally finds denji's small, naked form underneath. despite himself, his mouth waters slightly. he looks good pinned down like this. ]

...Would it help you along if I said I want to fuck you? I can pretend, even if I don't want to. You can too...

[ his expression changes after a moment, like putting on a mask, and he grinds his hips down harshly against denji's, keeping him pinned, then leaning down. ]

I wanna fuck you, Denji. Can I, please?

[ it's not like nobody's ever seen denji naked - they scrubbed him down before sticking him in this dress - but this is different. ]

No, it wouldn't help!

[ he doesn't want to think about a guy wanting to fuck him! he wants...a nice girl, even though that's definitely more out of the question than it ever has been.

denji's face is scarlet, and he only gets more flustered - more flushed - when yoshida grinds down against him. he can feel something there, and denji knows he's getting harder despite not wanting to. his breath hitches, catches in his throat. ]

Come on, you don't really wanna do this, do you? I'll- I'll do whatever, we can fake it...!

[ there's a hint of frantic desperation in his voice. ]

I know you're nervous, [ he coos, completely disregarding denji's pleading. ] But I'll make you feel so good.

[ he leans down at the same time as a hand slips between them to rub along his hardening cock. there's still his underwear impeding skin-to-skin touch, but he can feel his shape clearly under his hand as he hums against denji's sweaty, salty neck. ]

I wanna do this. I think you're so cute, [ he says, almost emptily, but still somehow superficially affectionate. ] Will you be a good boy and let me fuck you?

[ fuck. denji's resolve wavers almost immediately, as soon as he can feel a hand on his cock. it's warm, much different than his own - wider, longer fingers. even through the fabric of his underwear, denji can't help the way his body reacts, his cock twitching under yoshida's palm.

...he's cute? ah. no, he's supposed to be resisting this. he is resisting this, or so denji tells himself until yoshida asks him to be a good boy, and something in him wavers. it's rare that denji hears any sort of praise; he can probably count all the times on one hand.

he'd been so adamant about this a moment ago, but now he's crumbling. pathetic. ]

I don't- I don't know how.

[ he says that like it's going to make yoshida change his mind. ]

...I'll guide you, [ he promises sweetly, and means it. ] If you like my touch, then the other stuff... will feel so much better, just be patient.

[ with denji calming slightly, yoshida relents his hold against him and offers a soft smile before gently pulling down his underwear and freeing his half-hard cock. ]

Can you trust me?

[ maybe denji is nervous. maybe he's worried. he's never even kissed anyone before, and now he's supposed to have sex with a guy he just met? but the soft tone and kind words do seem to calm denji enough that he stops struggling for the most part.

yoshida's smile catches him off guard enough that he only realizes his underwear are being pulled down when cool air hits his cock, and denji stammers a strangled noise. ]

I don't even know you, how the hell am I supposed to trust you?

[ he doesn't want to be here, or to be married, or to have to con...some...whatever it was yoshida called it. ]

Well, what do you wanna know about me? You can ask me anything.

[ while he's prepping denji, of course. with a hand curled around his warm cock, stroking him to fullness, he produces a small bottle of oil meant to stretch him. yoshida's - never done this before, not like this and especially with a younger boy, but he has the basic idea of how it goes. ]

...Say, have you been kissed before...? Really kissed.

[ what should he ask...? what would denji as someone he wanted to have sex with? favorite color? food? ]

I can't think when you're doing that!

[ denji eyes the oil, wondering exactly what that's for. how...how do guys have sex, anyway? his mouth opens, closes. he swallows, startled by the question. ]

...no, but it's not because girls don't wanna kiss me! I just never found the right one.

[ it's definitely because girls don't wanna kiss him. ]

[ he lifts his head, moving his face close to denji's. this close, denji would be able to see the rosy tint of his cheeks. ]

...Can I kiss you?

[ ...yoshida isn't bad looking, for a guy. in fact, if denji were a girl, he'd be all over this. tall, handsome. he looks like nobility. he's cool, and denji has to admit he feels vaguely jealous over this newfound realization. but kissing him? ]

Why? We don't need to kiss to have sex! ...right?

[ he's pretty sure. ]

But we're married, we should kiss... no? I think- it makes everything a little better.

[ it sounds right, but again, it's not like yoshida's super experienced. every sexual partner he's ever had has been enthusiastic and eager, so he's never had to lead. ]

Denji, let's kiss. [ leaning down, he swipes his tongue across his bottom lip. ] Open up.

[ they're married. the words echo in denji's head, and there's really no getting around that. without this...he doesn't know what would've happened to him. maybe he'd end up in a brothel somewhere, or doing dirty work to try and repay his father's debt.

he hesitates, but it's not an immediate refusal. what harm would a kiss do? and just like that, denji's hesitance shatters with the warm, soft feeling of a tongue at his lower lip.

he opens up without thinking, more because he wants to say something than because he's being told to do so - although denji has always been particularly prone to being ordered around, especially when he's feeling good. ]

[ yoshida hums in approval as he feels denji's lips part for him. his mouth curves into a mischievous smile that denji won't be able to see before leaning further to press his lips against denji's.

his tongue slides into denji's mouth, and immediately, his partner would know he's serious. he works his tongue against denji's, the muscle gliding and suckling and coaxing denji to work with him, but he knows it's overwhelming. he does this, because denji's really responsive to intimacy, it seems: the touches, the praise, even now that his tongue has invaded his mouth, denji seems to melt against him, his protests withered and dissolved.

yoshida's hand is coated in viscous oil now, and he palms against denji's bare cock that seem to twitch and become fuller with each passing second he kisses him. he strokes his cock in tandem with the rhythm of their kiss, the sound of their mouths and saliva along with denji's soft, panicked moans - and yoshida, too, finds himself moaning into the kiss, breaking momentarily for air, but he still pecks denji's lips, messy with saliva, between breaths. ]

...You like that, huh? You got really hard... Wanna come like this?

[ oh. this is kissing? denji gives in almost immediately, opening up to yoshida’s tongue, clearly not aware of the noises he’s making. the sensation is making his head spin, and he has completely stopped struggling against yoshida.

when the slick hand wraps around denji’s cock, he whines into the warmth of yoshida’s mouth, hips shifting in an attempt to seek more stimulation. the kissing makes it even better, heat surging in denji’s belly and under his skin; he’s left dazed and glassy-eyed when yoshida finally stops long enough to speak. ]

H-huh?

[ can he come like this? …stupid question. yeah, he absolutely can. denji nods; maybe then, they won’t have to have sex? ]

[ he hums again, giving denji's cock a few more languid but sure strokes, before palms and rolls his balls around his fingers gently. it's already tight like it's ready to cum; yoshida leads into kiss him again, his tongue slipping between his wet lips, as his fingers stroke further down, slicking up his taint and then tentatively circling around his hole. ]

Shh, shh - [ denji is sure to protest and struggle, but yoshida keeps him on a binding grip as he deepens the kiss at the same time his slick finger forcibly breeches his hole. ]

[ denji is surprisingly okay with yoshida’s hand on his dick; the heat builds in his stomach, and from the noises and the way denji is squirming, it’s clear he’s going to cum soon. the kissing is good, he thinks, even if it’s a guy.

yoshida’s hand moves down lower, though, and that’s when denji startles. he feels the pad of a warm finger against his hole, and tenses, turning his head from the kiss. ]

Wait, what the fuck are you doing?!

[ he makes a noise, trying to squirm away from the weird, uncomfortable feeling of an intrusion. ]

[ the more denji moves away, the more aggressive his finger thrusts deeper into his tight walls, which seems to make denji clench involuntarily around his finger and deeming it too confined to move and stretch. despite denji's panicked squirming, yoshida keeps him pinned, nuzzling his face into denjis cheek like he's trying to soothe his nerves.

yoshida's been there; he knows how scary this is for a boy's first time. ] It's okay, it's okay, you're doing so good. Just focus on my kisses- gonna stretch you, and you can even come like this too, if you want.

[ denji's cock is still hard against his stomach; it jumps every time yoshida's finger manages to move even against denji's clenches, surely to push out the intrusion. ]

You're tight, so I have to stretch you so I can... put it in.

[ all of this attention is confusing. denji doesn’t want something in his ass, but yoshida’s voice is calm and warm and doting in a way he isn’t used to that strikes something in denji’s brain that makes him want to listen. affection-starved, the nuzzling throws him off, and he doesn’t fight as much as he knows he should.

when yoshida says it’s okay, denji’s stupid brain lingers too long on believing it, before he tries to fight the fog that settles in like a pleasant warmth. ]

Nnh— no, I don’t— It’s not gonna fit! It feels weird, I don’t like it!

[ just yoshida’s finger feels bad, uncomfortable. it’s too big — but denji’s cock is still hard against his stomach, flushed and twitching. he doesn’t even want to look at it, the traitor. ]

[ not gonna fit? but denji hasn't even seen how yoshida's cock look - how could he possibly know? even then, it's not like denji is wrong. without any knowledge about how sex between two men works, yoshida's certain it all seems very daunting and scary, especially with how he's already so tightly gripping on yoshida's finger.

he presses the finger deeper into him, with a second one teasing at the base, threatening to stretch him further. ]

It's just for a moment. Trust me... [ he says this the same time he pulls out, and when he pushes his finger in again, he's inserting the second one shallowly, pumping in and out of him in search of his sweet spot. ] Remember? I said you need to be patient.

[ he knows because... it's probably bigger than a finger? fuck, it'd be embarrassing as hell if it weren't. is yoshida small? maybe it would be better that way- no, what the fuck is denji thinking? there's no way he's really intending to stick anything else up denji's ass. no way. it definitely, definitely won't fit.

and yet, yoshida's finger pushes in further, and denji can feel the vague pressure of a second one at his rim. he can't stop tensing; it's hard to breathe, and he blames it on the finger in his ass pushing all the air out of his lungs, because that's definitely how anatomy works.

denji opens his mouth, and then the other finger pushes in, and whatever he'd been about to say comes out as a garbled noise. ]

Fuck, stop! Stop, it's- it feels weird! I said I don't like it!

[ his hand is gripping at yoshida's shoulder, blunt nails dragging on skin, but denji also isn't pushing him away. he shudders at the feeling, particularly when yoshida's fingers almost feel good. what the fuck is that? there's no way. ]

[ denji certainly isn't pushing yoshida way, so he doesn't budge even when he's yelled at to stop. he tries instead to soothe him with gentle, peppered kisses, his fingers continuing pumping in and out of him, still searching. ]

It'll feel good, [ he says firmly, then leaning in to slide his tongue back into his mouth to muffle his protests with deep, overwhelming kisses. it makes it easier for him to slide a third finger inside him in the process, too. ]

Mm... good boy, we're almost done here. [ at least denji is still hard; he's even leaking precum against his belly despite his protests. with a general idea of where his sweetspot is, his strokes become targeted and sure. ] You're doing so good... cum whenever you want.

[ this guy is a bastard. denji had thought at first, maybe they could commiserate - the idea of being married to someone you don't know against your will is pretty universally shitty, right? but yoshida seems intent to play the part, down to consummating the marriage, and he doesn't seem to care what denji thinks about it.

and what does denji think?

he thinks something weird is happening. yoshida keeps kissing him, keeps talking to him all sweet and warm. it makes denji waver, makes him struggle to remember he doesn't want this. his head is foggy, something that only increases the more yoshida moves his fingers. and then there's something good that shoots through denji's whole body, and he clenches in shock.

shit- shit. he's really, seriously going to cum like this, with yoshida's fingers in his ass. he doesn't understand why; it's stimulation from the inside. ]

Wait, no, wait!

[ it's too late for that, though, even if yoshida were to listen. he cums hard enough to knock the breath out of him, panting his stomach, mouth open and back arched off the bed. ]

[ he doesn't wait, and he doesn't stop; he keeps fucking him with his fingers, more focused as denji's breath become more panicked and frantic. he can feel him getting close, and he thinks - maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. denji's easy, and it's fun to unravel him. to him, it's just another job, but it's one he's finding he's actually enjoying.

yoshida might actually wind up like having sex with denji after all.

denji clenches around him as he comes without yoshida stroking his dick, spilling onto his chest, and high enough for yoshida to lift his head and trail kisses down his face, his tongue lapping up the cum that reached high, even to his clavicle. ]

You did so good, Denji, [ he praises almost cheerfully, his fingers stretching him now that he's more relaxed post-orgasm. ] But we're not done yet. You're not properly stretched yet... I'm actually surprised you came so soon.

[ denji is left sprawled out on the bed, flushed and panting. he whines at the feeling of yoshida's tongue, and the continued movements of his fingers; it's too much stimulation, but denji can't gather enough strength in his limbs to push away. ]

's not my fault, you were doing something...

[ wait. ]

What do you mean we're not done?

[ he sounds incredulous, like denji can't fathom that there will be more. ]

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