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Bright, neon lights of all different colors illuminated the dim arcade. You had been hunched over Space Paranoids for over an hour now. The arcade had started to empty out a bit, just a few groups of teenagers hanging around for the most part, about 15 minutes before close. You could feel eyes on you, but you were glued to the flashing screen in front of you and couldn't be bothered to look. Shooting meticulously at the recognizers, your score slowly increasing, you feel a presence behind you. Your concentration breaks for a split second, in turn causing your character to run into a wall.
“Shit!” you yelp out with a pound of your fist against the cabinet.
“Sorry, I was just watching. Your gameplay is quite impressive,” The man says, his hand on his chin, nodding. You finally turn around to see the owner of the arcade, Kevin Flynn, standing directly beside you. The infamous FLN, which you could never beat that was number one on the leaderboard. (You, of course, are at number two)
“Oh! Heh, thanks, I appreciate it, uh- I should probably get going um. It's way past close, I wasn’t looking at the time, and-“ Oh god, you were starting to ramble.
“No, no! It’s okay, seriously, you can stay here as long as you’d like, man, I’m here all night. Want me to show you a couple of tricks?” He asks with a wink. A deep blush covers your face. Will this mean *The* Kevin Flynn getting all up in your space? Yes please.
“Oh! Yes, please,” you say, a wide smile covering your face. You were beyond giddy at this point.
Flynn closes his eyes and nods, then turns to the machine. Fishing a few coins out of his pockets, he shoves them into the game and presses a few buttons, kicks it, presses a few more, and comes to a menu. In no time, he’s almost right where you left off. You were speechless.
“But how-“
“Oh, I have my ways,” He smiles his usual dopey smile. “Now come here where I'm standing, let me show you something.” Moving out of the way, he motioned to his previous spot. Walking over awkwardly, you stand in front of the machine and continue where you left off, clicking frantically. He wraps his arm around you, getting up close and personal. You feel yourself clench around nothing, a wet spot forming in your underwear. You press against the machine a bit more and grind your legs together, hoping he won't notice.
Your concentration stays on the flickering screen in front of you. Breath hitching, “Fuck, I always get stuck at this part,” you curse, flicking your wrist and frantically pressing buttons in an order you've had memorized but could never get down.
Flynn nods. “Actually- Go left.”
“What??” You say, raising your voice slightly.
“Go. Left.” He repeats as he reaches for the joystick.
So you do, at the last possible minute. You had made it past your high score. Jaw dropped in awe.
He smirks and looks over at you, “See, I know what I’m doing.”
You laugh as you continue on, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach and the wet patch growing bigger in your pants. Clenching your legs together every time Flynn moved, you could feel his breath on the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine.
Time moved by slowly as you progressed further. Suddenly, he moved his hand to your back, and you jerked forward, causing you to lose control of your blaster and lose your precious high score.
“Ooh, a little jumpy there, hey buddy?” Flynn says, hand still firmly on your back. You were shaking, face beet-red from blushing. Did he know? Were you making it that obvious?
You smile, “Heh- yeah, sorry about that, I’m just um, nervous.” You managed to spit out. You weren’t lying.
“Aw, why are you so nervous? There's no reason for that,” he says as he starts to rub circles on your back, "You're better than anyone else I've seen at Space Paranoids.”
You swallow nervously. “It’s because you're really cute.” You say to the ground, thoroughly embarrassed.
Flynn chuckles, “Wow, I’m flattered, but really I should be saying that to you,” he says, pulling you closer towards him, your back still to him.
“Really?” Your eyes light up as he brings you in closer, and you could feel his growing erection on your back.
“Yes, really, why else would I have let you stay here after hours with me?” he remarks, with a nibble to your earlobe. You whimper and grab onto his larger hand. “There's a couch upstairs yknow… If you wanna come have some fun,” he asks nervously.
Without even thinking twice, you nod, and he’s already leading you up the sketchy stairs to his own personal office/bedroom space.
He flicks on the light to reveal a small room, a desk, a couch, not much else. He leads you in and closes the door behind you, muffling the music echoing throughout the arcade. Turning back around, he grabbed your back and pulled you into a swift kiss. His other hand trails up and grabs you by the chin, deepening the kiss further. He rubs the small of your back, his hand ghosting down slowly to grab your ass. A small squeak escapes you as your eyes widen as you feel Flynn massaging your ass. He pulled away from the kiss; the look in his eyes was intoxicating.
Flynn raises his arms and begins to push you back onto the couch behind you, while peppering kisses along your jaw and cheek. You lay back as he towers over you, waiting with baited breath to see what he was going to do next.
He takes off his shirt, carelessly throwing it aside. You reach out for him, placing a gentle hand over his chest, your fingers grazing his coarse chest hair. It sends shivers down his spine. He kisses you once more and begins to focus on getting your belt off, sliding it through the belt loops, and throwing it aside right next to his discarded shirt.
Before he was able to reach for the button of your jeans, something clicked. “Wait- before you go any further, I don't uh.. have the- um, typical male genitalia-“ I stutter out, his hand grazing over my jeans.
“Good thing I go both ways then.” He smiles with a wink, hovering in between your legs. He unzipped and unbuttoned your jeans, swiftly tugging them down, leaving you in your soaking wet boxers.
He cups his hand over your mound, gently rubbing through the slick fabric. You let out a soft mewl. “God, you’re already fucking soaking for me,” Flynn groans out. You buck your hips up into his rough palm, desperate for any sort of friction.
He pulls his hand away swiftly. “Ah ah ah, patience, buddy, patience.” He grabs the hem of your underwear and slowly pulls them down, watching the wetness drip from them. Flynn chuckles and moves further away from you, positioning himself between your legs.
He drags a line from your hole to your clit with his index finger, collecting your slick onto his finger. He put it in his mouth, humming at the taste.
“God, you taste amazing,” he whispers, already starting to go down on you, licking a broad stripe up your cunt, ending at your sensitive, engorged clit. He wrapped his lips around it and sucked lightly, causing you to grip the couch and pillows beneath you and thrust your hips up abruptly. You hadn’t expected that at all. It was so intense. He swirls his tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves, making you whimper and buck your hips up more.
“Fuck, Flynn,” you curse under your breath. You were already so close, and he wasn't even close to being done with you yet.
“God yeah, suck my dick,” You moan out, voice slightly shaky. Flynn added more suction and licked harder, causing you to grab him by his curly hair and push him further into your pussy. He brings his hand up and prods his index finger into your entrance, pushing in with ease. He stuck another finger in and started moving his hand back and forth while still licking and sucking your pussy. You let out a loud whine. You were so close, but you could feel him pulling you away. Your back straightened against the bed as you looked up at Flynn, out of breath and shaking. He brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked your juices off with a pop.
“Why’d you stoppp,” you whine out, pouting at him.
He scoffs. “Couldn’t have you cumming already, I know I'm good, but we haven't even gotten to the real thing yet!” He says as he starts to undo his jeans, fumbling with the zipper. He slides them down with his boxers, and you see his cock bounce out.
You were always taught not to stare, but you just couldn’t help it.
He was perfect. A neatly trimmed happy trail leading from his mid-stomach to his crotch, his dick hard with a slight curve toward his stomach, leaking a glistening precum, balls sitting perfectly. You were drooling at the sight of it. Everything you dreamed of and more.
“Like what ya see?” He asks, stroking himself, spreading the precum down his tip. You can't do anything but nod. “Lay on your stomach, I wanna fuck you doggy style,” Flynn grunts out as he positions himself behind you, as you flip yourself over. You presented your ass up in the air to him, ready for him to use whenever he was ready. Your shirt and jacket were now beginning to ride up, just enough to show your stomach.
You can feel him slicking himself up by spreading his tip up and down through your folds, teasing and brushing your clit with every swipe. You felt one hand on your thigh and one snaking up your jaw.
Without any warning, he pushed himself in. A loud groan came from the back of his throat. Bottoming out, he sat there for a second, waiting for you to adjust. You nod and whimper slightly, taking that as a yes. He began to move, drawing out long and hard thrusts. His nails gripped your back, and with his other hand, he shoved two fingers in your mouth. You let out a confused groan, but welcomed this intrusion. He kept up a fast pace, nothing but the sound of sweet bliss and skin against skin. With every thrust, you felt his balls slap against your throbbing clit, and it sent shockwaves through your whole body.
He shoved a third finger into your mouth, pushing them to the back of your throat, causing you to gag slightly. He moved his other hand up from your hips to your stomach, grazing across your smooth skin. His groans became more high-pitched as he fucked you harder and faster, hitting that one spot that you never could on your own. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting them. He brings that hand down to your side, digging his nails into your skin and leaving small scratch marks. Burying your face into your sleeve, you bite down, quieting your cries of pleasure.
Suddenly, he brings his palm up and swiftly smacks your ass, making you jump and bite down on your sleeve harder. Tears welled in the corners of your eyes as he rubbed the now reddening patch of skin.
“You like that, you like when I slap your ass?” he taunts playfully, squeezing your backside, nails leaving crescent-shaped marks behind.
“Ngh, fuck yes,” you moan out. Flynn slaps your ass again, the sound echoing throughout the small room, grabbing and kneading as you let out soft whimpers of praise to him as he fucked you hard into the couch. “Flynn, please, I’m so close,” you mutter out. The familiar feeling building up in the knot of your stomach. He reached around you and began stroking your clit in time with each thrust.
“I wanna hear you beg. Beg for me, baby. I wanna hear you say my name while you cum.” he says, his voice low. Just hearing him say that alone almost made you cum on the spot.
You could feel his thrusts slowing down, but getting sharper. Though he kept a quick pace, stroking your throbbing clit, bringing you impossibly close to orgasm. “God, please Flynn, make me cum!” You cry out as you squirt all over his cock, you could feel him cumming deep inside your cunt, the warmth filling you up just right.
“You're a messy one, aren't you? Fuck, that's hot.” He says in between grunts, pulling his hand out from under you, covered in your liquids. He slides himself out from you, cock twitching and covered in a mix of both your fluids, dripping onto your backside.
You collapse onto your side, in a puddle of your own mess, perfectly fucked out, cunt dripping with Flynn’s seed. You let out a small whimper, covering your head with your arm. You felt a large, warm hand run across your back as he got up to grab a towel and a change of clothes.
Eyes half lidded, you noticed yourself drifting off to sleep when you felt Flynn wipe a towel against you, picking you up slightly to clean the mess beneath you.
“That was good,” You mumble, holding back a yawn, “I’m sorry I got real tired all of a sudden, god.”
“Must’ve worn you out, huh?” Flynn asks with a chuckle, putting on a new pair of boxers.
You were drifting in and out of consciousness as you felt him putting a pair of his on you as well, and then covering you both in a blanket. Of course, this wasn't the most practical setup, but it worked.
“Goodnight, Flynn,” you mutter out. You lay in his arms, you weren't too sure how you got to that position, but it was comfortable. You’ve always wanted something like this.
‘Goodnight, cutie.”