Wearing Velvet on Midnight

Notes: Once again, this was written by my tomodachi, cakie_nsfw! If you're interested in more of her work, hit up her AO3. You can find her commission info here.

Bursts of passion overwhelmed both Rin and Ryuyji, their lips crashed against one another in their fitful heat of lust and desire, craving for one another's taste as Ryuji pinned her against Mementos' walls. They had a particularly eventful trip down the depths of the labyrinth, the adrenaline from their various fights still pumped dangerously within their veins, it was only appropriate for them to expend it all in an act of hopeless, carnal need. "Fuck, Rin," Ryuji groaned hotly against her needy lips as he felt Rin's skilful hands undo the buckle of his belt. Rin merely smiled in turn at whines and pleas from the hopeless blonde manifested itself, grabbing bits of her plumps thighs while clumsily trying to undress her in turn. "I need to be inside you, girl," the words spilled from Ryuji's lips, followed by an 'oh...shit,' yet Rin couldn't help but find herself compelled to fulfil his fantasy on a generous whim.

"Please, do what you need to do, Skull," Rin could only groan against his hungry lips, beckoning him to unleash the pent up need he clearly held, a dexterous hand of her reaching to caress the bulge straining prominently against his slacks. Hopelessly Ryuji found himself obedient to the beckoning Rin was calling him with, hastily tugging against the legs of his slacks until they had the decency to fall just below his knees. Clumsily he took his cock out of his boxers, his hard, monstrous length springing forth from its clothy prison. Rin was breathless at the sight, her already aching pussy burned with a primal need for it to be inside her. She could see the beads of precum that ozed generously from his red, pulsing tip. "Oh my God," she moaned deliriously, her hand moving from his waist to her leotard, fingering the fabric to make way for the dick that would no doubt destroy her pussy.

Clumsily Ryuji pushed his sensitive tip against her entrance, moans bubbling from his hungry lips at how wet and marvellous she felt. "Fuck, Joker! You're so fucking wet, girl," he groaned in dizzying appreciation. "Fuck, I feel like I'm already gonna cum, your pussy feels so good unprotected, are you sure it's okay for me to-" but before Ryuji could finish his query Rin pulled him into yet another sloppy kiss. It was enough for Ryuji to throw caution into the wind, to surrender himself to his primal desires, and to drag down his best friend - and leader - with him. He slammed his hips against her dripping, quivering entrance, revelling in the heat and tightness Rin's hole was eager to give him, yet instead of savouring every thrust he instead grew greedy for more. The deeper he went the more intense his thrusts grew, his lust and instincts driving him to fuck the hole before him in a hopeful, primal need to breed her, unable to fathom the bewitching chaos that grabbed his attention, a chaos that was unwilling to let him go.

Not that Rin minded. She too needed this, wanted this, ached for Ryuji's undivided attention. She allowed herself to be carried like the dame she was, pushed back against the flesh-covered tiles she gleefully sank down Ryuji's cock with equal passion, locking her legs around Ryuji's waist in her unwillingness to let him go. Rin revelled in the heat and attention Ryuji was so eager to show her, to pound into her, the loyalty he showed her in absolute delight only made her year for him more. Each time he'd withdraw his dick she felt profoundly sad, only for him to fill up her once more to her hopeless delight, the frantic tug-and-pull of her lovemaking only exciting her more and more. "Skull! Cum inside me!" she begged him in her delirium, "I want you feel your cum in my walls!" A request that was happy fulfilled by the blonde as he promptly filled her tiny, hungry womb with his big, fat load.

Art was a passion Yusuke had developed at a young age, the constant pursuit of 'beauty' and to capture it onto a canvas his obsession, and not much else other than his basic needs could ever hope to compete it. That was, until he had met Rin Amamiya, a girl who had transferred from the countryside due to a false accusation of a crime she dared to 'commit'. She had given him a new perspective and reason to make art, an escape from a life of shackles and abuse he never knew he was trapped in, only asking for his help to rid the world of 'filth' by her side. OF course, Yusuke graciously accepted her offer, for he owed the girl far more than he could ever hope to give, grateful for Rin in giving him new inspiration for him paint with.

Whenever he could, he would repay Rin with her efforts, and it so happened that he found himself with the opportunity to do so on one afternoon. There Rin was, bound in beautiful, crimson rope, totally vulnerable as she lay on Yusuke's excuse of a bed. She shivered and whined each time Yusuke stroked her aching clit, her face the same burning shade of the binds that held her together, yet she couldn't help but relish how utterly helpless she felt. "Oh, Yusuke," she groaned heavily, adoring how Yusuke kneaded against her clit in hopeless passion, rocking her hips in her clumsy attempt to chase the pleasure he worked so hard to deny her. He had been teasing her relentlessly for the pass hour, working her body until it was a sensitive mess, tying her up with rope he had bought with what little fun money it had. It was to serve a purpose though; originally, he wanted Rin to pose with it, to wear it on her naked skin, his intentions were as innocent and pure as the art he wished to paint.

But whatever innocence he had was gone, now instead fuelled by something more instinctual and overwhelming, and Rin happily became his subject for whatever carnal whim brewing his usually cold, neutral demeanour. Foregoing the erection between his legs the artist gleefully continued to push the girl deeper into her madness, delighting at how willingly Rin fell apart against his hungry grasp despite the rope that held her together. Rin loved every morsel of attention Yusuke gave her, loved the burning obsession he had to thrusting her into the deepest pleasures she could imagine, her grey eyes glistening with tears with each deep, passionate flick and tug he'd push onto her. Hopelessly she moved her hips in clumsy tandem to his rhythm, desperate to throw herself into the chaos he was willingly subjecting her to. She surrendered to him, her passionate emotions laid bare for the eager artist, she craved nothing more than for her thoroughly ruin her.

"More, Yusuke," Rin demanded, hungry to throw herself deeper into the chaos she found herself, she spread her legs in hopes that Yusuke would get her message. Normally the sheltered artist would gawk at such social cue's; yet this time he keenly knew what Rin exactly wanted from him; a single cold finger brushed against her folds was enough to make Rin shiver in excitement. Slowly he worked her open, parting her wet, dripping labia with a curious finger, dipping the digit against her dripping entrance before swirling against the rim in an eager manner. It was enough for Rin to shiver and mewl with excitement and expectation, her breath ragged as Yusuke found himself insistent on teasing her, her eyes fluttering shut as she basked in the gentle treatment, he was giving her. Yet it would not last, as suddenly Yusuke plunged the digit deep inside her, rubbing against her walls in depraved and carnal hunger. The surprise left Rin utterly speechless, only to moan ecstatically as a second and third finger slipped inside her, all she could do was submit herself to the finger fucking Yusuke found himself incredibly eager to give her.

"-now, I want you turn around and bend yourself down against that table," Kamoshida demanded the younger girl, jerking his rigid cock as he licked his lips in delight. "Show off that delightful ass of yours, or else I'll make sure the whole school knows how much of a whore you are,"

Rin could only obey in shame, totally fearful of the repercussions of her disobedience Kamoshida was sure to inflict upon her. She couldn’t defy the demands of the perverted teacher. Being physically weak compared to him, and her reputation already smeared by wild rumours of her arrest, already made her fearful of whatever consequence she would incur if she so much stepped out of line. Regrettably she bent herself down against his worktable, inhaling sharp breaths as her embarrassingly short skirt did nothing to hide the pink panties, she dared to wear that day. Kamoshida relished in the view he'd worked hard to orchestrate for his sexual amusement, and Rin could only prepare herself to the madness that he no doubt had planned for her. "Pink panties, huh? I knew how much of a hopeless slut you were just from looking at your picture. Did you pick those out today, knowing they would catch my attention?" Rin could only shiver and groan at Kamoshida's perverted comments, struggling against the wild, carnal burning that ached painfully between her legs.

He had demanded her earlier to wear a mockery of Shujin's cheerleader outfit, Kamoshida having crudely tailoring it to make sure that it showed off the maximum amount of skin while keeping its initial, Shujin-branded design. The skirt of the outfit had been shortened significantly, the upper part of the dress cut and reduced to a simple piece of cloth that hugged tightly onto Rin's ample chest. Kamoshida particularly loved how the words 'SHUJIN' were stretched across her chest, branding them as property of the school's - as his property to do as he pleased - and Rin knew she had no opinion in the matter. He rubbed his dick against the flimsy fabric of her panties, moaning delightfully at the feeling of her entrance beckoning him closer. "I can feel your pussy-juices staining those cute panties of yours. You really are a slut, aren't you? Enjoying something so fucking perverted. Keep this up, and I'll have to make you my 'Star Player' if you know what I mean,"

Rin knew exactly what he meant, yet she couldn't escape from the wicked intentions Kamoshida had in store for her, forced to instead endure the chaos that was fast approaching. With a greedy hand Kamoshida pulled the last line of defence she had of protecting her innocence, Rin shuddering a gasp of shock and demented arousal as she felt the cold air of his office hit her dripping lips. "Despite the resisting, you sure are eager for this," Kamoshida licked his lips as he aligned himself against her twitching entrance. "Not that I mind - though it takes the fun out of it, at least I can see now you're just another hopeless, horny slut in this school," Rin was speechless, her eyes squeezed shut as she prepared herself for the intrusion, yet no amount of preparation could ready her for the size and sensation of Kamoshida splitting her apart.

The older man was relentless with his fucking, harshly he swung his hips into the tight hole that was desperate to accommodate him, and the only thing Rin could do was surrender herself to the harshness Kamoshida was eager to force upon her. Primal, guttural moans from the teacher's lips matched the ferocity he employed against her snug hole, coupled with the aggression that backed up his wild thrusts, the vice grip he employed upon her bony hips, all working in tandem to reduce Rin into a hopeless, breathless mess. There was no way for her to catch any of her sanity, no amount of begging could release her from the chaos she found herself trapped him, and there was a part of her that truly relished in the brutal, maddening treatment Kamoshida found himself eager to inflict her with.

All this madness culminated in a final, demanding climax from the teacher as he slammed deep against her cervix, spilling all his cum inside her and dumping it all in her tight, accepting womb. "You're mine now, bitch," he declared triumphantly, and all Rin could do was struggle helpless under the chaos of his orgasm. "I hope you're willing to have my kind, because I won't stop fucking you until your pregnant," Rin could only whine at her horrid, hopeless predicament, her legs twitched uncontrollably, struggling to help herself withstand the impact of the chaos that just had transpired upon her.

"Rin-chan! Your hand feels so good!" Mishima moaned in delight, bucking his hips against the hand that caressed him, delighting in the attention from the girl he finally deserved. Ever since he had opened the Phantom Thieves Aficionado Website (or 'Phan-site' as he called it) he had many sleepless nights, pushing himself to moderate and keep order amongst the growing fanbase while trying his hardest to balance his grade and what little social life he had. This was done all in the service of justice the Phantom Thieves were bringing to Tokyo, their vigilante crime-fighting bringing down those who needed their heart's changed, one bad guy at a time. That's what he told himself; but the truth was he did it so Rin could finally notice him, that he could get the girl (a girl) of his dreams, and now he found himself with the reward he wished for: sexual intimacy. "Give some a-attention to the head too, please!"

Rin complied with his request, stroking her thumb against his dripping urethra, lathering his cock with as much hopeless adoration she could muster. She was eager to give Mishima whatever attention Mishima craved, working the cock before her in the steady rhythm of her appreciation, a smile on her lips as she gazed back up from her kneeling position. He had done so much for them, and Rin felt compelled to give Mishima whatever reward he wanted, and after shooting down several suggestions from the horny teenaged boy they compromised on giving him a loving handjob, a task Rin found herself strangely enjoying. Mishima's cock wasn't particularly exceptional; Rin could easily wrap the girth inside her waiting hand, the length of it boringly average for her to stroke, despite her lack of exercise she could easily keep her pace for long stretches of time.

What was demanding was the praise Mishima wanted, what he craved more than anything, him fishing for words of affirmation from Rin while she worked his length in her hand. "Am I a good boy?" he would ask her, "Am I working hard for the Phantom Thieves? Please, please tell me, Rin-chan!" whatever praise Mishima wanted from Rin, she would give it to him, repeating each plea with honey words that made him even more excited.

"Yes, you are, you're such a good, hardworking boy!" Rin exclaimed with a bashful smile, batting her eyelids as she towards the hopeless boy within her hands. "You're doing great - the Phansite is so useful to us, it's making our lives so much easier, and we have you to thank for," Rin easily gave Mishima what he wanted, what he craved from her, the words mixing alongside her firm, dutiful handjob created a cocktail of bliss he couldn't do much about. Rin didn't have to lie either; each line of praise from her lips was seeped in truth, for without the Phansite the thieves would've lost much of their momentum ages ago. Not that Mishima would need to know such intimate detail, the boy all too content with the generous handjob Rin found herself to give him, steadily keeping her wicked rhythm until he inevitably climaxed in her inviting, generous hold.

The taste of such a mature cock excited Rin, it drove her wild as she bobbed her head against the stiff length that still had hot, burning vigour inside it, and doing it while in a cafe full of people only sent her into a madness that left her breathless. Sojiro on the other hand, found himself less eager to take advantage of the bizarre situation. He knew it was wrong to do something so perverted while he was technically at work, and with the girl he was willing to take into his care no doubt, even though it was Rin who pressured him into such wickedness in the first place. Sojiro knew that he had to endure the hot, slurping mouth that found itself attached to his wrinkled dick, had to endure the tongue that was eager to smooth itself all over his protruding veins, the girl below the counter, wearing nothing but the green apron he had gifted her, was hungry to serve him and only him.

Yet there was a part of him that refused to pull away from her warm mouth, a primal, curious desire kept him from pulling the horny teen from his dick, even if logically he should pull away and condemn her for such a perverted act. Gleefully Rin kept working on his dick, kept sucking and choking herself against the stiff rod in hazed hunger, hopelessly gleeful at the madness Sojiro was allowing her to indulge without doing anything to stop her. She ached for the mature taste Sojiro was kind enough to fill her mouth with her head spinning with absolute ecstasy at the dizzying pressure she forced upon herself again and again, there was nothing stopping her from fully embracing the chaos she trapped herself in. "Geeze, don't kill yourself down there," Sojiro muttered to the girl, desperately holding up the facade that nothing was going on behind the Leblanc counter, "Any louder and I have to turn up the volume of the TV, and I'm sure grandpa and grandma here wouldn't appreciate whatever nonsense they're showing right now,"

Rin could only respond with another choke from her throat, her beady, framed eyes gazing at him with loving reverence. Sojiro responded by breaking away from her hopeless expression, pursing his lips in tight contemplation - how in the hell did she convince him to go through with such perversion? But Rin was wholly devoted with sucking his cock to care about the sour expression Sojiro wore, instead turning her attention back to sucking his cock with wicked delight, it was an addiction she found herself totally hooked, a thrill she craved repeatedly, she threw herself deeper and deeper along his length.

Yet the chaos wasn't meant to go on, and eventually Sojiro would've reached his limit regardless of what Rin did to him. Clumsily he reached to grip against her short, messy hair, dragging her deep against his cock as he suddenly thrust forward, unleashing his stickly load down her gagging throat in hopeless ecstasy. Rin could only choke at such an intrusion, noisily gulping down the fat helping of cum down her throat, and Sojiro could only thank whatever deity that was watching over them for the obliviousness of the customers over at the booth right across him.

Toranasuke knew that this was something he would've done during the younger years of his career, the power he wielded while he was still a Diet member poisoned his mind and morality, his attitude coloured by the sloth and greed he was consumed with until he lost his position. Now he had the wisdom his scandal had bought him; he could only feel shame towards himself as Rin continued to kiss against his twitching dick. "A-Amamiya-chan. I know you're consenting to this, but this is a little too far, are you sure want something else as thanks for your support?"

Rin only shook her head in disagreement, her grey eyes full of lust and hunger as the busy streetlights of Tokyo reflected against them; there was nothing else he could give her that she truly wanted. Having sucked Sojiro off earlier that day, her need for old man cock had grown into something fierce, a craving that she needed to satisfy above all else. "I want to do this, Yoshida-san," she groaned wickedly, gleefully drowning herself within the scent of his mature, potent musk. It didn't help matters that they both found themselves within a secluded alleyway in the middle of the night, Rin hopelessly squatting over the dirty tarmac she caressed his balls while planting kisses against his twitching length. "I've been thinking about this for a while now," she lied to him, an impulsive request of hers that proved to be fruitful. It shocked her even more that Toranasuke agreed to her perverted proposal, doing what she could to take advantage of her chance before he had the chance to rescind his consent. As soon as they met Rin took the opportunity to throw herself at him, allowing the wicked whims that bubbled within her all day to take over her common sense, showering his dick with helpless kisses and licks before Toranasuke had the chance to stop her.

But Rin knew this is what exactly what he wanted what he craved so dearly, even if the man eagerly denied his wicked desires. Rin had caught his gaze wandering down towards the hem of her skirt numerous times since they met, his eyes flickering towards her breasts in a primal yearn for affection; she was sure he had fantasies about taking advantage of her young, plump body. Eagerly she pushed herself deeper into the messy chaos of her treatment, licking and sucking his skin with increasing enthusiasm and heat, throwing herself into licking every inch of his cock in clumsy worship. She needed to repay him, after all; the money she had gotten from Shadows just from negotiations could've funded his political campaigns tenfold, the silver tongue he'd given her ached to repay his kindness in turn.

Despite Toranasuke's attempts at resisting such wicked temptation there was nothing he could do to stop the chaos, nothing he could say that would convince the feverish girl to withdraw from her madness, a small, shameful part of him thankful that Rin's sexual appetite burned with a yearning for his attention. Begrudgingly he eventually gave into whatever madness Rin was desperate to pull him in, allowing himself to relish amidst the storm Rin had whipped up alongside the messy kisses against his cock in hopeless reverence. By instinct, Toranasuke pulled her deeper down her cock in a lapse of judgement, pulling her throat full of the hard, throbbing meat she eagerly shamed herself with, and Rin took it all with her hopelessly gagging in her appreciation. What happened next did nothing to shock them; with a deep sigh Toranasuke came stickly down her throat, Rin gagging around his cock in hopeless surrender. There was an uncomfortable silence between the two of them. Gleefully Rin withdrew herself from his glistening cock, smacking her lips in curiosity as she stared at Toranasuke in unnerving silence. "Let's do that again sometime," she said, breaking the silence, and Toranasuke could only grimace in shame at her suggestion.

Munehisa relished the warm hole that held his tightly against its walls, always stealing glances from the newspaper he'd conveniently propped up to hide his lewd secret. He lolled the lollipop against his tongue, sucking the strawberry-flavoured treat in delight each time he saw just how widely Rin gaped around him. "When you first suggested this, I thought you were just making shit up," he muttered under his breath, low enough just for the hopeless girl around him to hear. "But you're taking me quite well. This isn't your first time doing anal now, is it?"

Rin could only shiver at the teasing Munehisa was eager to give her, replying to the man's taunts with another eager shake of her hips as she forced herself deeper against his cock, the depths the debauchery seemingly boundless. She had been eyeing Munehisa since she'd wandered into his store alongside Ryuji. His hardened stare, his chiselled jawline, the stumble around his lips. Something primal ached harshly between her legs, her body ached at that moment to be touched by those large hands of his... Rin couldn't remember much afterwards, besides her waiting in agony for Sojiro to close Leblanc that night, and shooing Morgana away from her makeshift bedroom before she furiously masturbated at the idea of Munehisa fucking her. Now here she was, hopeless and drunk on his big, fat cock filling up her insides while she hid from the rest of his wandering customers, her arms burning from having to support the rest of her weight. Munehisa was eager to use her hole as nothing but a cockwarmer, eager to feed the wicked fantasies of the girl who'd scared off his indecent half-brother.

Eagerly Munehisa gave Rin what she wanted, eager to feed into whatever wicked desires that stirred within her, thrusting his hips into her tight asshole in return. "Quiet now," he taunted her, furiously licking the candy of his lollipop amongst their chaos, and Rin could only choke a groan in reply as she continued to take him without restriction. She was so desperate to touch herself, the pressures of having something so thick and hot driving her mind absolutely wild. "You wanna touch yourself?" Munehisa growled boldly, and Rin couldn't swallow the squeak of agreement which erupted from her throat. One of his hands released its grip against his newspaper, sliding against her hips in declaration of his possession of her, he gripped her wide hips in his declaration of ownership. "Do what you want. I'll make sure you won't fall. Don't worry; even if someone were to find us doing this, I'll make sure they don't talk about it at all,"

The danger in his voice and of her situation only made Rin more hopeless in her arousal. Not one to waste an opportunity like this, one of her hands quickly dived to rub against her aching clit with desperation, and Rin could only choke down the hopeless moans that spilt from her hot, drippling mouth. Gleefully she played with her own juices with delight, lathering her clit with the naughty liquid she relished the feeling of her own heat. It was harder to breathe with Munehisa's big, throbbing cock inside her ass, yet it offered a thrill Rin couldn't get enough, the hopeless girl seeking the madness afford by her climax over and over again.

Beautiful, sapphire eyes stared at her with wide anticipation as Rin wrapped her hand around his throat, steadying herself as she aligned her inviting, dripping entrance alongside his cock. Tightening his grip around her hips, Marth willingly surrendered himself to the whims of his kouhai, eager to feed whatever wicked desire she had bubbling inside her. He watched her with adoration as Rin lowered herself down against his cock, watched his length sink into the depths of her body without much resistance, and yielded himself to the loving, gooey warmth she embraced him with. "You're beautiful," Marth moaned in appreciation, watching Rin ease further down his cock with radiating confidence, hopelessly bewitched at the girl who gleefully took his virginity.

Rin only smiled at him in turn, relishing in his large cock that split her walls maddeningly wide, she could only smile at him with glee at his befuddled expression. They knew it was wrong for them to do something so debauched; Marth was her senpai and a literal heir to a throne, while Rin was nothing more than a normal girl with a criminal record. She was a nobody compared to him, the decision for the prince to take her under his wing still confused Rin to her core, yet it was a fact she found herself accepting the closer they got to one another. It wasn't a secret that Rin liked him in a way that was something more than just a 'senpai'. She fantasised that the prince would somehow return her feelings of total adoration; to her surprise he did exactly that, a confession of his which spiralled into the blissful chaos they now shared.

Rin allowed herself to sink towards the bottom of Marth's shaft before she did anything else, relishing the fullness of his dick so deep inside her, she could already feel his excitement pulsing brilliantly against her walls. Hungrily she raised her hips, relishing in how her walls gripped tightly against throbbing member before she hastily slammed her hips against Marth in her cloying bliss. She oversaw setting the pace of their chaotic madness, a privilege Marth trusted her intimate delight, the prince content enough to surrender himself to the wild process of their lovemaking with open arms. "I love you," he moaned in his delightful heat, the smile on his lips radiating sincerity that Rin couldn't deny, totally bewitched by the girl who demanded his attention while fucking herself on his cock. Rin could only smile at his dreamy confession, she too sharing his tender feelings as she leaned closer to kiss him squarely on the lips.

Everything after that was a mess of cloying bliss and passion between them, their bodies crashing towards one another in delightful heat. Even with the strength Marth possessed Rin easily dominated him, a position he readily accepted, basking in her attention and love while she continued to ride him. Rin dictated everything between them. She had all the power, all the authority, something that Marth was more than happy to give her. All he wanted her was to be happy, wanted to see that brilliant, enchanting smile on her lips; a need that endured long after their shared, wanton orgasm.