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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Yu-Gi-Oh!_Zexal
  Relationship:
      Thomas_Arclight/Kamishiro_Rio
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-02-03 Words: 2063
****** Sheepskin ******
by Qu-ko_(Qu_the_Mighty)
Summary
     Rio gets caught trying on IV's coat. IV enjoys this way too much.
     Written for a partially clothed kink prompt.
Notes
     I'm very sorry except actually not really. I just think IV would be a
     total shit in bed, okay? Maybe a little less so with Rio, but
     definitely still a shit.
See the end of the work for more notes
When she re-entered the dressing room with a box of takeout she’d thought he
might appreciate for lunch, Rio spied the cream-colored trenchcoat draped over
a chair in the corner. IV had probably discarded it when the air conditioning
in the building stopped working. At least, it felt like it stopped working, but
with how brutal the summers in Heartland City tended to be, it was hard to
tell.
She glanced around. He must have left on a bathroom break or something. But
surely, no one would show up in the two minutes it would take... Setting the
styrofoam box down on the coffee table, she walked over to it and ran her hands
over the smooth fabric, biting her bottom lip nervously.
After an internal pep talk and a series of last-minute looks cast toward the
door, she grabbed the coat and shook it out to its full length. It was a two-
piece garment, but easy enough to slide her arms into with a carefully hidden
zipper on each piece; it figured their family would only be able to afford the
best in tailoring, she thought with a roll of her eyes. Secured around her
slender midsection, it wasn’t as big on her as she’d suspected... IV was
awfully thin in the waist, too. She looked down at herself with her brows
raised, and in fact, it looked pretty good on her,  tightness in the chest
notwithstanding.
Plus, there was also the fact that it smelled like him. The same thing she’d
smelled when he’d had his arm coiled tightly around her as he pulled her from
the blaze, the only half-conscious thing she could register at the time other
than heat and imminent death. But it didn’t smell like heat and imminent death;
it smelled musky and subtle like he did, reminded her not of fire and brimstone
but of his voice and his hands.
...Too bad the impression was usually ruined the second he opened his mouth.
There was a full-length mirror on the wall that she decided to make good use
of, looking at herself with a pleased smirk  and twisting a bit so she could
see it from every angle.
“I’ll give you a taste of my fanservice,” and she winked at herself in the
mirror, looking quite charming if she did say so herself.
“Will you, now?” said the actual voice from the door. Rio turned around, her
face beginning to burn.
“Learn to knock!” she screeched, holding her hands out as if it would produce a
magical explanation for this. Or maybe the ground could just swallow her up
right now, that would be an equally effective solution–
“On my own dressing room door? Why ever would I do that?” IV’s gaze seemed to
be roaming around her, and he licked his lips. “Especially,” he added as Rio’s
brow twitched in humiliation, “when I get access to such a great show.”
“I,” she pronounced slowly so as not to trip over her words, “I brought you
food.”
As he made his way over to her, he said, “Yes, you did,” and then his body was
pressed flush against hers, making her far too keenly aware of the height
difference between them.
She said nothing, though – could literally say nothing, because his lips were
on hers in the next instant, then all over her neck. Rio tilted her head,
starting to forget about her embarrassment. His hands smoothed over her sides,
gauging the slight inconsistencies in fit around her waist, but then grabbed
her hips and pushed them forward with such strength that she could feel quite
sharply the bulge in his slacks.
“You’re terrible,” she rasped without heat. By that point, he’d moved on to
palming her ass through the short skirt she still had on underneath, but then
stopped by using the same powerful motion to put distance between them – just
as she’d wanted to start grinding against him, too.
He ignored her half-baked protest and said in a breathy whisper against her
ear, “Turn around.”
She obeyed after a hesitation, unable to say no when asked like that, even when
she considered the smarmy and altogether too self-satisfied grin on his face.
IV wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and yanked the zipper on her
skirt down, causing it to fall to her ankles.
Rio could see herself flushed in the mirror, her mouth hanging open and her
pupils blown wide. It was disgusting of her, she thought as his thumbs went for
her panties, but she heard IV’s breath hitch next to her ear as he rubbed
himself against his own trenchcoat from behind and thought maybe since she
wasn’t the only disgusting one here, it wasn’t so bad.
Now, though, she was beginning to see why he’d taken it off in the first place.
Finding herself getting uncomfortably warm with this new development, she moved
to shrug the coat off, but the shady glare IV shot her and the way his fingers
dug defiantly into her hipbones made her change her mind.
“No. Keep it on.”
She left a lengthy pause before remarking, “Self-absorbed jerk.” Whether it was
the idea of doing her while having such juicy blackmail material on her, or the
idea of doing her while she was wearing  his coat , either way made him seem
unnecessarily... appealing.
IV placed a hand on her shoulder and forced her to bend over. She gripped at
the steel chair in front of her and glanced back at him; he was fumbling one-
handedly into one drawer of his dresser for what she recognized as a condom and
lube.
“Why do you have–”
She was interrupted by the way he hiked the coat up to expose her rear and then
gave it a firm slap, making her yelp.
“You’d really rather I didn’t use it?”
“...Fine. I won’t ask.”
“Better.” But then he crouched down onto his knees, and before she could brace
herself for what was coming, his tongue darted out to twirl into her slit,
eliciting a sound from her he must have found delightful from the way he
laughed.
Rio watched his movements from the mirror, the trenchcoat acting like a privacy
curtain so that she could only sense what he was doing second-hand. She
couldn’t see it, but she could hear the unzipping of his pants and unfastening
of his belt, even as he kept one hand on her to keep her supported and
sufficiently spread apart.  A glance at herself told her her knuckles were
white with effort against the chair, and a bead of sweat was crawling down her
forehead; she was a mess, for her part.
Something else brushed against her, and it wasn’t until it pushed inside of her
that she realized it was his finger. IV wasted no time inserting it to the
knuckle and crooking it, causing her to make a soft noise of impatience.
“I’m not begging you,” she gritted firmly. As if in response to this, he
inserted another finger and curled it tightly. “I’m– not,” and he just
chuckled, loud enough to be deliberate.
“The more annoyed you get,” he declared grandly, wiggling his fingers one last
time before rising to his feet, “the more you end up wanting it anyway.”
“I–” Well, that was true, but there wasn’t a very good way to deny that without
sounding like she wanted him to stop. It was the opposite. “Do you ever stop
talking?”
“Please. You fucking love my voice,” he pointed out. She could see him again as
he returned to his full height, kicking his pants and underwear across the
room. Her gaze landed on his cock, already equipped with the condom, but even
from within it she could see that it was flushed and ready to go. She
swallowed, out of witty responses.
“IV,” she groaned with irritation as his hands tucked under the coat to grip
her hips tightly. It was only when her eyes wandered back to the mirror that
she realized he was staring right back at her with the same look she’d caught
herself with just a few moments ago.
He didn’t say anything, though, as the first press of him inside her made her
head fall forward to rest on her arm, still propped against the chair. She had
to bite on her sleeve ( his  sleeve) to muffle herself, letting out a long puff
of air as the intrusion stopped at the hilt. IV leaned over Rio’s back, over
his coat, and kissed at the back of her neck, and she knew he probably wanted
to pound into her so hard that she’d be feeling him all week.
“Move it,” she demanded, flexing her core as a form of encouragement. He needed
no more than that, a deep growl passing his lips as he started thrusting with a
shaky, restrained rhythm. It didn’t last, though, because moments later he was
fucking her in earnest, his balls creating the obscene sound of skin against
skin every time they hit her ass.
One of his hands slid up her spine, up the back of his trenchcoat, reaching the
back of her hair. He threaded his fingers into it, then tightened his grip. Rio
panted. “Look at me when I’m fucking you, Rio,” he demanded deeply into her
ear. Her gaze raised to the mirror again, searching for his, only dimly noting
that her neck was now red and marked with the evidence of their activities.
“So fucking hot like this,” IV breathed roughly. “And all mine.” His tendency
for theatrics didn’t stop even when the things he said became downright
pornographic. She struggled to keep his gaze, all while he struggled to keep
his fingers taut in her hair. “Do you know how hot you look in my coat?
Couldn’t resist you when I walked in on you trying it on,” he said, emphasizing
his words with sharp thrusts of his hips on every other syllable.
One particularly well-aimed thrust managed to slam right up against a spot that
had Rio shuddering and crying out wordlessly. He gasped with the effort, but
continued to strive for that exact angle afterward, keeping their gazes locked
as the stream of words continued. “Gonna come so hard inside of you,” he
grunted against her neck. “Come on, Rio. Come for me.”
IV’s words just transported her faster, and she wondered from somewhere outside
herself how such ridiculous textbook porn lines could move her so quickly when
posed in that voice. More than that, though, his fingers, still wet from
before, had quietly moved down to  pad against her clit. She felt him write his
name upside-down against it – how did he even have the dexterity or the
wherewithal to do that? – and that was the end of it; Rio threw her head back
and her voice caught on an incomplete breath, clamping down around him.
The combination of having her press like a vice around his cock and hearing in
exhilarating detail the way her entire body convulsed in one compressed breath
had IV’s orgasm tearing out of him shortly afterward, thrusting on a stuttering
pace a few more times before biting down hard on the shoulder of his
trenchcoat.
They both stood there for a while after that. Rio rested her head against the
chair when IV remembered to loosen his grip on her hair.
“Off,” she said, and he pulled out of her with a hiss. Finally, she stood up
straight and stretched her back, feeling her own fluids slowly dribbling down
the inside of her thighs.
“You like it that much, huh?” IV asked with a gleeful smirk on his face,
gesturing to the rumpled trenchcoat which hung from Rio’s shoulders, now with
bite marks on the shoulder and sleeve to mark the experience.
“If I said yes, it would only serve to feed your overinflated ego,” she
replied, finger-combing her hair in an effort to make herself look presentable
again.
“I’d look good in anything,” he said with a quirk of his brows.
“Anything, huh?” The answer was foreboding when Rio shrugged the coat off,
tossed it onto the seat of the chair, and turned to face him with a savage
glint in her eyes. “I’ll remember that, come Halloween.”
Challenge accepted. IV’s grin only grew wider. “I look forward to it.”
End Notes
     Is that a sequel hook? If I feel like it, I suppose... ;)
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