USUK - Toys in Class, Gakuen AU
anonymous
June 21 2011, 07:38:02 UTC
Alfred and Arthur are sitting in class. One of them has a remote-controlled vibrator inserted, and the other is holding onto the remote, flicking it on and off at seemingly random intervals. At some point, the one with the remote gets distracted by something, and accidentally leaves the vibrator running. Since they're in class, they can't verbally communicate and they're sitting at least two desks apart. The insertee orgasms somewhat obviously in the middle of class and is understandably humiliated and upset, thinking that the other did it on purpose. Comfort and fluff ensue.
Bonuses Arthur is the insertee It's during an exam
Re: USUK - Toys in Class, Gakuen AU
anonymous
June 26 2011, 15:13:08 UTC
Seconding and may fill. It'll take me a little while, though, because I'll be gone until Friday evening. However, this sounds dirty and like a lot of fun...
Spoiled Children [1a/2]
anonymous
July 4 2011, 21:35:52 UTC
A/n: I don't think that I've ever gotten such a great response to offering to fill...
Hopefully part 2 will be done tomorrow, but since they're two distinct chapters I decided to post part one now, especially since it might not be done by the time I go back to work.
It had all started so innocently.
Well, as innocently as arguing after several rounds of intense sex could get.
"What the fuck, dude? This hickey is way too high. Everyone's gonna see!"
"As if they wouldn't see your limping tomorrow morning, insufferable fool."
"Hey, I coulda said that I hurt my leg playing football or something. But a fucking hickey?" Alfred turned away from the mirror and plopped down with a huff onto the double bed they had made by shoving the two single beds in the room together.
Arthur turned on his heel and glared at his boyfriend, "Everyone knows anyway! There's only so often that you can throw love notes at me in maths before the class catches on."
"They can know that we're together, Artie," Alfred said, "That's not the issue!"
Spoiled Children [1b/2]
anonymous
July 4 2011, 21:36:54 UTC
Well, he hadn't been expecting this. Arthur wiggled uncomfortably, still trying to get used to the vibrator securely inserted into his ass. It hadn't been so bad when Alfred had slicked it up and slid it inside that morning, but it seemed to be feeling more and more foreign instead of more natural. Maybe it was the stress of the constant arousal. Alfred had been flicking it on and off all day. At least since it was finals week Alfred could only torture him once he was done with his exam. The bad news was that Alfred was better at tests than Arthur and finished in around half of the allotted time, meaning that Arthur had to try to keep working with the vibrator turning on and off for ten, fifteen, even twenty minutes.
And it was only going to get worse from here on out. It was time for physics, Alfred's best subject and Arthur's worst. The idiot would get done in record time and play with Arthur until he'd have to turn the test in half blank.
However, it was worse than Arthur had imagined. Not twenty minutes into the hour and a half
( ... )
Spoiled Children [1c/2]
anonymous
July 4 2011, 21:37:25 UTC
Alfred looked mortified, eyes wide, mouth agape. He was holding up his paper, staring at the back. Arthur noticed that there was only writing on one side of the paper. He snorted and turned back to his work. The idiot hadn't noticed that there was a back side. Now he would turn off the vibrator for another twenty minutes and let Arthur work in peace. Arthur smiled and held his pen still, waiting for the pleasure to end so that work could begin.
But then it didn't.
Arthur waited for a full five minutes before he realized with a jolt that Alfred wasn't going to stop. He was going to leave the vibrator on the rest of the test probably. Then another realization hit him. With the infrequent attacks Arthur had been able to control himself. However, after sitting and feeling the buzzing resounding through his entire being and fucking validating it by thinking about it, the toy was starting to get the best of him. Arthur's cock was already hard.
That bastard. He had this planned from the start, didn't he? He waited until the very last exam so
( ... )
God, this was awesome. Hot as hell and I love how you gave a bit of backstory and reasoning before plunging straight into the deep end. And the last bit... I mean, I requested it but seriously ALFRED YOU SILLY BOY! XD You really make me feel for poor Arthur.
I can't wait to see the ending to this! Thank you very, very much for filling this! Much love to you! <3
Spoiled Children [2a/2]
anonymous
July 17 2011, 15:14:46 UTC
A/N: And a million years later…
I'm sorry, I've been so busy, but I couldn't abandon this, I just couldn't!
Alfred sat through the entire rest of the period in agony. What had he done? He'd meant to scare Arthur into thinking he was gonna come, not actually come! But then he'd noticed the second half of the test. He could have sworn he turned the vibrator off, but then a few minutes later Artie came.
The American wanted nothing more than to chase right after his boyfriend and beg for forgiveness. But he couldn't leave before the block was over, or he and Arthur would just get into more trouble. Their asses were already cooked, Alfred didn't want to make it worse.
By the time Alfred returned to their shared dorm room, Arthur was throwing all of his belongings into an old army bag. Tears were still rolling down his cheeks. He had changed out of his uniform into street clothes. As soon as he heard the door open, he looked up and glared at Alfred.
Spoiled Children [2b/2]
anonymous
July 17 2011, 15:16:19 UTC
Arthur smiled even wider and leaned up to kiss him. Alfred eagerly accepted it and returned every ounce of love. They weren't even using tongue, but god was it hot in there. It must have been the fact that he was fixing his mistake, that Arthur was going to forgive him.
Alfred guided him backwards to the bed and they pulled apart once Arthur reached the edge. The smaller teen got onto his knees and crawled to the center. Alfred thought that he had never seen anything so sexy in his life. There was the way that those hips shifted back and forwards to accentuate the curve that marked his sexier-than-a-guy's-should-be waist. And then he kept looking over his shoulder with half-lidded eyes as if to say, "Are you coming to get me, love?" But even more than that there was his tight ass, which Alfred had always admired to have just the right shape to it, and dear god he was going to be pounding into that very, very soon.
"My god, Arthur," he said as the Brit rolled over onto his back to look down the length of his body at his boyfriend.
Spoiled Children [2c/2]
anonymous
July 17 2011, 15:17:24 UTC
"No," The smaller blond said, "Not like that. Find the right angle, then focus on that and only go off other way occasionally."
Alfred nodded and bit his tongue, searching for the magic angle. When Arthur let out a gasp, he knew he had found it and continued to harass that one spot until his boyfriend was relaxed enough to slide another finger inside. Now with two preparing his lover Alfred began to spread his fingers, stretching Arthur. But then he tightened again.
"Are you hurting?" He asked the Brit.
"Not really, no, but it's not comfortable. Do we need to stop?"
Alfred shook his head, "Not unless it actually hurts or you want to. It's always weird to start off, but you'll be okay."
"Right-o. Well, back to it, then," Arthur said, blushing and looking away.
Alfred ran his clean hand across his partner's cheek to get his attention and then kissed him again, rubbing his spot more. There were no problems with the third finger, and Alfred got him wide enough fairly easily.
With a smile, the two teenagers lined themselves up for the main event
( ... )
Spoiled Children [2d/2]
anonymous
July 17 2011, 15:18:57 UTC
Sorry about the lame comment below, there was a scene cut and character limits are evil.
"Why'd you stop?" Arthur asked, opening one eye, "It was so good…"
Alfred just stared at him for a moment, mouth agape, but then he smiled. It was okay, everything was okay. He went back to working him over. Maybe he wasn't so bad at this after all. Oh, but he'd lost the spot. Goddammit. At least he remembered sort of how the angle felt and found it pretty quickly again.
Arthur let out another gasp.
There was a slap of skin on skin as Alfred thrust into him again.
This time there was a little bit of a whine mixed in to Arthur's moan this time.
Slap.
A full-on groan came out of Arthur's mouth and he began shaking like there was no tomorrow. Alfred leaned down and began to thrust faster, harder and Arthur let out a loud moan. The younger student closed his eyes and kissed his partner.
It was honestly pretty bad sex. Alfred had forgotten to slick himself up, so the friction was a little bit painful and it had to be worse for Arthur, and sometimes he'd go
( ... )
Spoiled Children [2e/2]
anonymous
July 17 2011, 15:19:40 UTC
The next day as Arthur was just studying in the library, enjoying the fact that his rear end was nowhere near as sore as it he'd thought it would be, the PA system turned on. Arthur sighed and put his head down. He hated announcements. Nothing interesting was ever said and their headmaster, who always insisted on speaking himself, had a voice that could have put an insomniac to sleep. Besides, he was tired. Yesterday had been one of the most mentally exhausting days of his life and Alfred had kept him up late. At least he could take a little kip for the twenty minutes while he was talking and maybe feel a bit more alert
"Uh… um… hey, everybody."
That was not the headmaster. England's head shot up and he stared at the little box near the ceiling that the words were coming from.
"This is Alfred F. Jones speaking. And I… I've got something really important to say, so I hope you'll listen." He cleared his throat and rustling paper could be heard in the background, most likely he had written his speech down, "Many of you know that I've been
( ... )
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Arthur is the insertee
It's during an exam
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This anon will love you forever <3
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A/n: I don't think that I've ever gotten such a great response to offering to fill...
Hopefully part 2 will be done tomorrow, but since they're two distinct chapters I decided to post part one now, especially since it might not be done by the time I go back to work.
It had all started so innocently.
Well, as innocently as arguing after several rounds of intense sex could get.
"What the fuck, dude? This hickey is way too high. Everyone's gonna see!"
"As if they wouldn't see your limping tomorrow morning, insufferable fool."
"Hey, I coulda said that I hurt my leg playing football or something. But a fucking hickey?" Alfred turned away from the mirror and plopped down with a huff onto the double bed they had made by shoving the two single beds in the room together.
Arthur turned on his heel and glared at his boyfriend, "Everyone knows anyway! There's only so often that you can throw love notes at me in maths before the class catches on."
"They can know that we're together, Artie," Alfred said, "That's not the issue!"
"So you just don't want ( ... )
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Well, he hadn't been expecting this. Arthur wiggled uncomfortably, still trying to get used to the vibrator securely inserted into his ass. It hadn't been so bad when Alfred had slicked it up and slid it inside that morning, but it seemed to be feeling more and more foreign instead of more natural. Maybe it was the stress of the constant arousal. Alfred had been flicking it on and off all day. At least since it was finals week Alfred could only torture him once he was done with his exam. The bad news was that Alfred was better at tests than Arthur and finished in around half of the allotted time, meaning that Arthur had to try to keep working with the vibrator turning on and off for ten, fifteen, even twenty minutes.
And it was only going to get worse from here on out. It was time for physics, Alfred's best subject and Arthur's worst. The idiot would get done in record time and play with Arthur until he'd have to turn the test in half blank.
However, it was worse than Arthur had imagined. Not twenty minutes into the hour and a half ( ... )
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Alfred looked mortified, eyes wide, mouth agape. He was holding up his paper, staring at the back. Arthur noticed that there was only writing on one side of the paper. He snorted and turned back to his work. The idiot hadn't noticed that there was a back side. Now he would turn off the vibrator for another twenty minutes and let Arthur work in peace. Arthur smiled and held his pen still, waiting for the pleasure to end so that work could begin.
But then it didn't.
Arthur waited for a full five minutes before he realized with a jolt that Alfred wasn't going to stop. He was going to leave the vibrator on the rest of the test probably. Then another realization hit him. With the infrequent attacks Arthur had been able to control himself. However, after sitting and feeling the buzzing resounding through his entire being and fucking validating it by thinking about it, the toy was starting to get the best of him. Arthur's cock was already hard.
That bastard. He had this planned from the start, didn't he? He waited until the very last exam so ( ... )
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this is SUCH a good fill, though, especially the catalyst for the dare in the first place. Love this, srsly.
Alfred, you iiiidddiooottt
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I can't wait to see the ending to this! Thank you very, very much for filling this! Much love to you! <3
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A/N: And a million years later…
I'm sorry, I've been so busy, but I couldn't abandon this, I just couldn't!
Alfred sat through the entire rest of the period in agony. What had he done? He'd meant to scare Arthur into thinking he was gonna come, not actually come! But then he'd noticed the second half of the test. He could have sworn he turned the vibrator off, but then a few minutes later Artie came.
The American wanted nothing more than to chase right after his boyfriend and beg for forgiveness. But he couldn't leave before the block was over, or he and Arthur would just get into more trouble. Their asses were already cooked, Alfred didn't want to make it worse.
By the time Alfred returned to their shared dorm room, Arthur was throwing all of his belongings into an old army bag. Tears were still rolling down his cheeks. He had changed out of his uniform into street clothes. As soon as he heard the door open, he looked up and glared at Alfred.
"What are you doing back here, idiot?"
"I came to find you."
"Why? So you could have your little ( ... )
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Arthur smiled even wider and leaned up to kiss him. Alfred eagerly accepted it and returned every ounce of love. They weren't even using tongue, but god was it hot in there. It must have been the fact that he was fixing his mistake, that Arthur was going to forgive him.
Alfred guided him backwards to the bed and they pulled apart once Arthur reached the edge. The smaller teen got onto his knees and crawled to the center. Alfred thought that he had never seen anything so sexy in his life. There was the way that those hips shifted back and forwards to accentuate the curve that marked his sexier-than-a-guy's-should-be waist. And then he kept looking over his shoulder with half-lidded eyes as if to say, "Are you coming to get me, love?" But even more than that there was his tight ass, which Alfred had always admired to have just the right shape to it, and dear god he was going to be pounding into that very, very soon.
"My god, Arthur," he said as the Brit rolled over onto his back to look down the length of his body at his boyfriend.
Arthur ( ... )
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"No," The smaller blond said, "Not like that. Find the right angle, then focus on that and only go off other way occasionally."
Alfred nodded and bit his tongue, searching for the magic angle. When Arthur let out a gasp, he knew he had found it and continued to harass that one spot until his boyfriend was relaxed enough to slide another finger inside. Now with two preparing his lover Alfred began to spread his fingers, stretching Arthur. But then he tightened again.
"Are you hurting?" He asked the Brit.
"Not really, no, but it's not comfortable. Do we need to stop?"
Alfred shook his head, "Not unless it actually hurts or you want to. It's always weird to start off, but you'll be okay."
"Right-o. Well, back to it, then," Arthur said, blushing and looking away.
Alfred ran his clean hand across his partner's cheek to get his attention and then kissed him again, rubbing his spot more. There were no problems with the third finger, and Alfred got him wide enough fairly easily.
With a smile, the two teenagers lined themselves up for the main event ( ... )
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"Why'd you stop?" Arthur asked, opening one eye, "It was so good…"
Alfred just stared at him for a moment, mouth agape, but then he smiled. It was okay, everything was okay. He went back to working him over. Maybe he wasn't so bad at this after all. Oh, but he'd lost the spot. Goddammit. At least he remembered sort of how the angle felt and found it pretty quickly again.
Arthur let out another gasp.
There was a slap of skin on skin as Alfred thrust into him again.
This time there was a little bit of a whine mixed in to Arthur's moan this time.
Slap.
A full-on groan came out of Arthur's mouth and he began shaking like there was no tomorrow. Alfred leaned down and began to thrust faster, harder and Arthur let out a loud moan. The younger student closed his eyes and kissed his partner.
It was honestly pretty bad sex. Alfred had forgotten to slick himself up, so the friction was a little bit painful and it had to be worse for Arthur, and sometimes he'd go ( ... )
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The next day as Arthur was just studying in the library, enjoying the fact that his rear end was nowhere near as sore as it he'd thought it would be, the PA system turned on. Arthur sighed and put his head down. He hated announcements. Nothing interesting was ever said and their headmaster, who always insisted on speaking himself, had a voice that could have put an insomniac to sleep. Besides, he was tired. Yesterday had been one of the most mentally exhausting days of his life and Alfred had kept him up late. At least he could take a little kip for the twenty minutes while he was talking and maybe feel a bit more alert
"Uh… um… hey, everybody."
That was not the headmaster. England's head shot up and he stared at the little box near the ceiling that the words were coming from.
"This is Alfred F. Jones speaking. And I… I've got something really important to say, so I hope you'll listen." He cleared his throat and rustling paper could be heard in the background, most likely he had written his speech down, "Many of you know that I've been ( ... )
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