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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Final_Fantasy_Type-0
  Additional Tags:
      NSFW
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      Published: 2017-11-07 Updated: 2018-03-14 Chapters: 3/? Words: 3536
****** Savage Desires ******
by gorgeous_Montgomery
Summary
     Akademeia is the coveted school of the nation, praised for its high
     academic programs but notorious for its orgy parties.
Notes
     Ok, so third attempt at a smut FF Type-0 since I didn't like the last
     two I worked on xD.
     I really like the characters of the Type-0 world, so hopefully I can
     finish this fanfiction without deleting it halfway through.
***** Chapter 1 *****
The sound of the bass thumped loudly, vibrating through the entire house.
Someone had blasted the music on the highest volume and it blared through the
speakers in the living room. Rem could feel the fast pace of the bass, in tune
with her heart beat. But the party was going on downstairs. She and Machina had
escaped into one of the upstairs bedroom. It was messy and smelled musty, with
clothes laying messily around the floor. The desk was unkept with textbooks and
papers all over it. Pens and takeout containers were decorated on top of it.
The room was relatively small, with the desk, a small closet and a bed.
Rem could feel the sweat sliding down between her breasts. She was lying on her
back on the bed, panting as she gripped the head of the boy between her legs.
Her fingers pulled at his long black hair as she continually thrusted her pussy
into his mouth. Rem moaned as Machina used his tongue to probe and lick her.
She could feel the pressure building up between her legs and she cried out when
her orgasm hit her.
Machina gently kissed the inside of her thighs before climbing over her naked
body. Precum was gathered at the tip of his cock as he slid it over her
stomach. He leaned down and kissed her, letting her taste herself on his lips.
Rem sighed as she slid her arms around Machina’s broad shoulders. Angling her
head, she opened her mouth against his, their tongues eagerly dancing together.
She felt him positioning his cock at the entrance of her pussy. Her body was
sensitive from her orgasm and she felt her clit throb at the contact.
Machina kissed Rem once more gently on the lips before pulling back to look
down on her. Her eyes stared half closed back at him, heavily rimmed with long
lashes. He knew he was madly in love with her, even before they had given their
virginity to each other. But he never found the courage to tell her. And every
time he thought he found the courage, the words would escape him. Even now, the
words at the tip of his tongue refused to slip out. So he decided he would show
her how much he loved her instead.
With a grunt, Machina slid himself into Rem. The sound of naked flesh pounding
against flesh blended and disappeared into the loud drumming music. The
mattress’s springs squeaked underneath them, the headboard of the bed thumping
against the wall with every thrust that was made. Rem clutched at Machina’s
shoulders as he pumped into her. Her breath hitched in her throat every time
Machina grunted from the effort. She could feel the sensation in between her
legs building up again until it suddenly exploded, and she could see stars
behind her closed eyelids. Rem felt Machina’s release as he came inside her. He
shuddered and pulled out of her, lying them both side by side on the bed. He
wrapped his arms around her naked torso as they stopped for a moment to collect
their breaths.
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At first, Queen didn’t want to go to the party. She felt ridiculous in the
outfit that Deuce had picked out for her. It was a black leather miniskirt with
a lacy white crop tank top. It exposed way more than she was used to. But she
hadn’t really minded at that time, because she thought she was going to see him
here. But he wasn’t here and that made her mood turn sour. She had come with
Deuce and Cinque but they had both took off somewhere, probably with their
boyfriends. Queen wasn’t much of a drinker, but she had downed three (or maybe
four) shots. She lost count after the first one.
Queen could feel the alcohol warming up inside her and she had come to the
party to enjoy herself. And to feel good. It would be a waste to just go back
to her room before she could have some fun. Feeling a bit of bravado from the
booze that she drank, Queen squeezed her way through the living room. It wasn’t
too large or too small. The small furniture and couches had been pulled to the
walls to convert the area into a dance floor, where multiple bodies were
pressed tightly together as everyone danced and grinded against each other. She
placed herself in the center of the dance floor, closed her eyes, lifted her
arms up and began to dance.
In a matter of minutes, she could feel someone’s hands on her waist. Queen
opened her eyes to see King standing in front of her. Bodies were pressing
against her, pushing her against him. And she realized she could feel their
hips grinding together in tune with the music. King wrapped his arms around her
and Queen stiffened, remembering briefly through her alcohol induced state that
he has a girlfriend already. But the feeling of his body pressed against hers
felt way too good and she quickly lost herself to the pleasurable sensations as
she wrapped her arms around his neck.
King bent down and placed a kiss on the side of her neck. It sent a shiver
through her entire body and she realized that the place in between her legs was
beginning to throb. She wasn’t sure if she moaned aloud but suddenly she felt
his hands under her skirt. Suddenly she felt embarrassed at the wetness in
between her legs and tried to squeeze her legs shut, but King had already
probed her with a finger. She gasped at the intrusion, but the way he slid his
finger inside her made Queen want him to keep touching her. She should probably
think it was indecent, that King was touching her in a public place, but no one
seemed to be paying any attention to them. Everyone else around them was lost
in their own carnal desires.
When King slid another finger inside her, Queen had to cling onto him to keep
from falling. The way he kept stroking her made her feel hot with desire, so
she rubbed herself against his fingers, grinding against him until she
orgasmed, and she cried out with her release. Suddenly, King was pulling her
hand, leading her against the crowd of mingling bodies. Queen felt very hot,
she wanted to take her clothes off to cool down. She didn’t object as King led
her up the stairs. They passed by several doors, which were locked until they
found an unoccupied room.
King pulled Queen in behind him and locked the door. It was dark, the room lit
by a tiny lava lamp on the desk in the corner of the room. It was neatly made,
and looked organized. Even the bed looked clean. He sat Queen down on the bed
as he quickly stripped off his clothes. His girlfriend, Seven had come with him
to the party. She had danced and teased him, his dick hardening with desire
until suddenly, she had disappeared. He looked everywhere for her, but knew she
had slipped out. Probably to be with that teacher, the name he couldn’t bear to
think of, even in his mind. He needed release, and he knew he found it when he
saw Queen dancing by herself. He could tell she was drunk, but he didn’t care.
Instead, he took advantage of it.
His dick was throbbing and he needed to take care of that ache. “Take your
clothes off,” he ordered Queen.
Queen looked at him and gave him a lazy, drunk smile. “Only if you ask nicely.”
“Take your clothes off. Please,” he added.
Queen fumbled with her clothing. She knew she could blame her incoordination on
being drunk. When she finally had all her clothes off, she looked expectantly
at King. He gently took off her glasses, placing them on the side of the bed.
Then his impatience disappeared as he spun her around and threw her face first
on the bed. Queen’s hips bent at the edge of the bed. He spread her legs and
entered her from behind. She was already so wet that he entered her in one
quick stroke, until he was balls deep.
King groaned. Queen was so tight. The walls of her pussy were squeezing at his
dick, he didn’t know how long he would last. Holding onto her hips, he
repeatedly thrusted into her, his hips slamming into her buttocks. He didn’t
last long. One more stroke and then he was already coming inside her. He panted
from exertion and knew he usually had way more stamina, but tonight he needed a
quick release and he got it. He slid himself out of Queen, feeling the wetness
that dripped down her thighs. He placed her body on the bed, noting the way her
eyes were already drifting shut. Quickly, he put his clothes back on, pulling
the blanket over Queen’s naked body.
With one last look, he turned to go. But stopped as he decided to plant a light
kiss on her lips. Then without a word, he left.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Sice stared at the big bright “F” marked at the top of her quiz. She knew she
shouldn’t have gone to the party last night. She was hungover when she took the
quiz at the beginning of the class. And Kurasame always handed back the quiz
before class was over, having the time to correct them during the last ten
minutes of the class. She was going to stay back a few minutes and talk to him.
Maybe he would let her retake it. Her leg jiggled restlessly as she waited for
the class to end.
When it was over, Sice waited for the rest of the students to clear out before
she approached Mr. Kurasame. “Um, Mr. Kurasame,” Sice said as she walked over
to his desk.
He looked up at her. “Yes, Sice?” he asked, expectantly.
“Well, about my quiz…I was wondering if you would let me retake it?” She
quickly plowed on. “I just wasn’t feeling well at the beginning of the class
and I know I could do better if you could just give me another chance.”
He was silent for a moment. “I don’t show favoritism to students.”
Sice panicked. “I know! But-but please! Mr. Kurasame, I’d do anything you ask,
just…please.” He stared at her for a long moment and Sice wondered if he would
reject her.
“Anything I ask?” Mr. Kurasame asked. And though she couldn’t see the bottom
half of his face, she could swear he was smiling.
“Yes,” Sice said, eager to please.
There was another moment of silence before he stood up and mentioned her to
follow him. He led her back to his office behind the classroom. Sice’s eyes
widen as she noticed Seven asleep on a couch with a blanket draped over her.
Kurasame moved over to sit on the couch beside Seven, who had woken up. She sat
up, and the blanket fell down, revealing her naked body underneath. She didn’t
seem bothered by her nudity in front of Kurasame or Sice.
“Sit down,” Kurasame mentioned Sice to sit down on the coffee table across from
them. She did so. “On the edge, with your legs spread.”
Sice’s breath hitched in her throat and she could feel her clit throb from his
response. Slowly she did as he instructed her. Without a word, Seven took
Kurasame’s right hand. Holding onto his index finger, she stuck it into her
mouth and sucked on it. Sice felt a pang of jealously and wondered why Seven
was here. Why wasn’t she with her boyfriend? Was that why she saw King with
Queen last night at the party? Because Seven was hooking up with Kurasame?
Before Sice could think about it anymore, Seven released Kurasame’s hand. All
thought flew from her mind as Kurasame’s hand reached between her legs. His
finger snaked through her panties and slid into her and Sice groaned at the
contact. She had dreamed about this exact moment forever. Kurasame was popular
with the female students and Sice was one not immune to his good looks. His
finger stroked her in a come here gesture and Sice shamelessly moved her hips
against his hand. She protested when he withdrew, but he pushed her down on the
coffee table.
“Remember, you said you would do anything I ask,” he told her.
Sice closed her eyes in frustration. “Yes,” she replied. She heard movement and
felt someone climb on the coffee table. She opened her eyes to see Seven
kneeling beside her, looking down at her. Sice wondered what she was supposed
to do.
“Suck her pussy and make her come,” Kurasame answered Sice, although she hadn’t
voiced her question out loud.
“What?” Sice asked incredulously. She had never gone down on a girl before. And
she didn’t know Seven was into that.
“Be a good girl, and you’ll get rewarded.” He slid his finger back into her, to
urge her to do as he said. And because Sice didn’t want to disappoint him, she
would do as he told her. So she nodded. Seven and Kurasame exchanged glances
before she positioned herself over Sice, her thighs cradling Sice’s face. Seven
was faced in Kurasame’s direction as she took a hold of Sice’s wrists before
lowing herself onto Sice’s mouth.
Because it was a first experience for her, Sice didn’t know what to do. She
closed her eyes as Seven’s scent washed over her. In her mind, she told herself
it would be just like kissing. So when Seven placed her pussy on Sice’s face,
she opened her mouth and thrusted her tongue inside her. She licked and let her
tongue do all the work, stroking the inside of Seven’s cunt. She must’ve been
doing it right because Seven started moaning in enjoyment. When Seven’s hips
started moving against her mouth, Sice felt Kurasame’s finger moving inside her
again. This time, it was her who let out a groan as he slipped another finger
into her.
Kurasame’s fingers did magic on her the same way Sice’s tongue worked on Seven.
If Sice slowed down, Kurasame’s fingers did too. He was following her lead,
making sure she delivered before he did. So Sice concentrated on the task
literally in front of her face. From the way Seven was trembling, Sice knew she
was close to coming. Sice could feel her own orgasm building, but it evaded her
the same way it evaded Seven. Even when she squirmed her hips around Kurasame’s
fingers, she knew he wouldn’t let her come unless Seven did so as well.
Sice sucked on Seven’s clit eagerly, hoping to make the other girl come so she
could too. As she fucked Seven’s pussy, Sice could feel Seven’s wetness slid
down her chin. Seven shamelessly thrusted her pussy against Sice’s mouth,
panting as Kurasame observed them both. Seven cried out when she finally came,
her body shaking and trembling above Sice. When she could catch her breath, she
moved over Sice’s body, laying down on the coffee table beside her as she kept
her eyes opened on Kurasame.
Kurasame, satisfied that Sice had obeyed him, worked his fingers in between her
legs. He could feel her dampness completely soaking through her panties as he
quickly sent her over the edge. Sice’s thrusting against his fingers slowed and
stilled after she regained her breath from her orgasm. It had been better than
she had dreamed. He pressed his finger hard against her clit, which throbbed,
sensitized after her orgasm. Sice didn’t think she could come again so soon,
but the pressure of his finger set her off again. She moaned and panted as he
pulled his fingers out and looked at Sice. He stood up to leave, heading for
the door. Before he left, he looked at Sice who looked at him with dazed filled
eyes. “Looks like you got an A on that make up quiz.”
***** Chapter Three *****
Emina's breasts bounced with every frantic thrust that Izana made. Her arms and
legs were wrapped tightly around him as he relentlessly pounded into her. Sex
with Izana was always fast and hard. The way she liked it. Foreplay was nice,
but half the time she didn't have the patience for it. It was because she and
Izana had completely different schedules, so they didn't get a chance to see
each other most of the time. But when they did, they jumped on each other every
chance they got. They had both learned early on that it was easier for them to
just leave their clothes on when they were doing it.
Izana's hand groped one of Emina's breasts through her sweater. He squeezed
hard enough to make her cry out but that was all it took to make her come. She
shuddered against him as he worked until he found his release. Izana let out a
satisfied breath. He was crushing her between him and the wall that supported
her back, but she didn't care. Emina always loved the feel of Izana's weight on
her when they were making love.
"Did I hurt you?" Izana asked her, easing some of the pressure off her.
"No," Emina replied, cradling his head between her hands as she pulled his
mouth down to meet hers. They barely had time to catch their breaths before
they were breathless again. But this time, they went slower.
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"Where have you been?" King demanded when Seven entered her room.
She let out a startled gasp. "What are you doing here?" She closed her door and
locked it before heading to her desk and placing her backpack down on it.
"I asked you a question first. You've been ignoring me." He glowered at her.
"I've been busy," she replied vaguely, refusing to meet his eye.
"You've been off with him again, haven't you?"
"I-I don't know what you mean," Seven stammered.
"Cut the bull, Sev. If you want to call it quits, then say it." Seven did want
to call it quits with King. But at the same time, she still wanted to hold onto
him, if only just for a little bit longer. "If you're going to just spend all
of your time with him, then I'm done waiting around for you."
"He has a name," Seven told him, suddenly irritated. So King knew she was
spending time with Kurasame. But she knew he had done the same with Queen.
Although Seven had already been going behind King's back for so many more times
than his one night stand with Queen.
Now King looked agitated. "I don't care what his name is. We're through here."
Seven felt like King just punched her in the gut. She wanted to yell at him.
She wanted to argue with him. She wanted to let him go.
"Well, say something," King said after Seven stood there looking at him.
"There's nothing to say," she said with a shrug. She could tell that he was
angry that he hadn't gotten a rise out of her. But really, she saw it coming
and it didn't bother her in the latest.
Before she knew it, King had her bent over his knee and he slapped her ass
hard. Seven yelped in surprise at the pain. Her butt stung from the hit. She
felt his large hand on her ass, caressing her gently before it disappeared and
slapped her again. And again. Seven didn't know how long she endured the
feeling of pain and pleasure. But it was turning her on.
King dropped her on the floor. She could hear him behind her, moving quickly as
he unzipped his pants. Hands reached for her hips, pulling her lower body up on
her knees. Then his hands were underneath her skirt and he pulled her panties
down her thighs. She spread her legs as far as her panties would allow as King
pushed himself inside her. It was rough and fast. She gasped as she felt him
come inside her. And then he pulled out.
Seven felt King move off her and she quickly got to her feet as she slapped him
across the face.
"Really?" she hissed in annoyance. She was horny as hell from all that spanking
and King had only used her to jack himself off. She pushed him until he fell
back on her bed before she climbed over his hips. She grabbed his dick and
squeezed hard enough that he cursed aloud before impaling herself on him, not
caring that he wasn't hard at all. Seven set a rhythm and rocked over him.
Soon, his dick hardened again as he grabbed her buttocks, squeezing them.
She saw stars and cried out when her orgasm finally hit her. King rolled them
over until he was on top. He thrusted into her like his life depended on it. He
pulled out just in time to ejaculate all over her bare thighs as he rolled away
from her to lie on his back. They were both panting as they looked at each
other.
Seven was the first to speak. "We're over."
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