[OPEN] June Event: a little sweet fruit

[noneforyou]

● WHO: Xue Yang and open!
● WHAT: During a downpour and in the ensuing chaos
● WHEN: June Event
● WHERE: Where the trouble will be
● WARNINGS: Dubcon, violence, noncon in the thread with Jiang Cheng. Sexual content, sometimes with questionable amounts of consent. Character opt-out here.


1. a sound in my ear

[ Xue Yang actually spends several minutes outside when it first starts raining. He's not the sort of person to be particularly bothered by the weather, and he's half expecting it to pass fairly quickly anyway.

It does not, in fact, pass fairly quickly.

Several minutes, and then he's stepping into the nearest building. Xue Yang spends a moment looking back at the storm behind him before he turns to survey his new surroundings. ]


2. a taste on my tongue

[ (Particularly if you are canonblind, please check the information in my opt-out post before tagging this prompt, as this will likely involve some of the worst of Xue Yang's impulses.)

Xue Yang's unfortunate tendency to like sweet things has him eventually sampling, and then consuming entirely, one of the passionfruits. From that moment on, he's a man on a mission: to find someone. Who is that someone? He won't know until he finds them.

But then he does, spotting a figure not too far away. Immediately he heads over, moving much faster than one would normally expect, until he's in range to grab their arm. ]

You.


3. a touch on my skin

[ Xue Yang winds up spending a lot of time around the plants, but the tendrils are the ones that catch his eye the most. Earlier on, he messes up more than once when poking around them, only to find himself snagged and unable to easily pull himself free. But as the week goes on he starts to get a much better idea of how they react, to the point where he can even wrap himself up in them and not actually get trapped. Once he's got a better idea of how that goes, he'll start calling out to those who pass by, ]

Hey, come help a guy out, would you?

[ (Please specify whether you want him to be genuinely trapped or just faking!) ]


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[gottabeshidinme]

[There's a certain irony to the fact that, if only Jiang Cheng had managed to relax, perhaps the vines would have let go of him, and he could have had his bloody revenge before things ever got this far. But that is thankfully not something he's fully aware of right now - and who could be expected to relax under these circumstances?

With his throat exposed, he does indeed feel more vulnerable than even his exposed ass made him feel - though, after this experience, his priorities there may shift a little. His eyes widen, perhaps in fear of the uncertainty of how far Xue Yang is planning to go with his exposed throat, or in fear of what "rougher" may even mean under these circumstances. He tries to force his head back into a normal position, but he just doesn't have the leverage, and so he hangs there like a would-be mobile sex toy, frustration and pain making him roar out once again.

He doesn't come - not yet, at least. Whether that's a good thing or a bad thing, for future experiences as well as the immediate future, remains to be seen.]

[noneforyou]

[ That's a good noise. Xue Yang likes that noise.

He gives a pleased grunt as he feels pressure building up inside of him, urged on by Jiang Cheng's struggling. It makes it all the easier to build himself up to his peak.

Xue Yang loses track of how much longer he's thrusting into Jiang Cheng, but suddenly he digs his teeth in again and with a harsh snap of his hips, comes with a noise that sounds almost inhuman. ]

[gottabeshidinme]

[That bite hurts much worse than before, and Jiang Cheng cries out once again, though it's more about the frustration and humiliation than about the pain as such. Time has long since lost all meaning, and it takes him a long moment or two to realize that Xue Yang has come - something Jiang Cheng hadn't even been waiting for, too preoccupied with his own suffering to consider what (beyond his own fighting) might end it.

It's over..? It should be over, now, surely? That makes him feel relieved in spite of also feeling vaguely gross - a strange combination of feelings that he's not quite capable of sorting out for himself just yet.]

[noneforyou]

[ Yet it isn't quite over.

Xue Yang spends several seconds leaning against Jiang Cheng, enjoying the end of his own orgasm. Then he reaches around, slowly and deliberately wraps his fingers around Jiang Cheng's cock, and begins to stroke.

He intentionally leaves his own cock where it is, keeping him penetrated. He wants the pleasure of Jiang Cheng's orgasm to come with the feeling of Xue Yang inside of him. After all, the dirtier he makes this, the more it pulls Jiang Cheng down from his place of superiority. ]

[gottabeshidinme]

[Jiang Cheng isn't sure what to feel, now. It's over, at least, and there's no way he can undo what happened: that's frustrating, but by necessity also allows him to move on. He'll figure out what to make of it all later. It's over, and that is the important thing.

Except it isn't over.

For a split second, Jiang Cheng doesn't respond at all to Xue Yang's touch, not realizing its purpose; then he does realize, and he starts trashing all over again. Renewed panic makes his blood run faster, making his body quicker to respond, his dick soon hardening in Xue Yang's grip. Ironically, it also "helps" that Xue Yang has come, his dick softer now, and no longer thrusting harshly into Jiang Cheng: there's less pain, replaced by a much gentler feeling of invasion.]

[noneforyou]

[ Xue Yang laughs, clinging to Jiang Cheng so that he doesn't accidentally slip out. ]

This is supposed to be the good part, you know? Or do you really like it rough that much?

[ Despite it, he continues to stroke at a reasonable pace, neither particularly roughly nor gently. His grip around Jiang Cheng's waist is tight, but his hand is forgiving. ]

[gottabeshidinme]

[At one point, Jiang Cheng hopes to choke every last breath out of his assailant, to make sure that that horrible laugh never sounds again, but sadly that is currently a dream for the distant future. It was bad enough, being taken like this, but that is something he (thinks he) could deal with. Being made to enjoy it, though? That is fracturing his already ever-fragile sanity.]

Get away from me!

[Giving orders when he can't enforce them is never a good idea, only highlighting his helplessness, but he really can't stop himself anymore: he has to do something, even if that something is pointless shouting that only makes him embarrass himself more.

In the meantime, he is hard and rapidly approaching his climax, all logic and common sense to the contrary. Maybe this whole experience has simply messed him up more than he's been willing to acknowledge.]

[noneforyou]

Soon enough. Once I'm through with you.

[ Xue Yang simply continues to stroke steadily. He isn't giving Jiang Cheng a choice in the matter. He will make him come, no matter how much he tries to get Xue Yang to stop. ]

[gottabeshidinme]

[Unfortunately for Jiang Cheng, there's not much more he can do in a very practical sense, and physically and mentally he's rapidly approaching his limits too.

To his everlasting anger and embarrassment both, it doesn't even take all that long before Xue Yang's stroking gets its desired result, and Jiang Cheng comes, with an absurd grunt that cracks and loses all sound halfway through. For a moment, his mind whites out, and he's not even sure if that's a physical thing or something in his mind finally snapping.]

[noneforyou]

[ Xue Yang continues stroking Jiang Cheng until it seems like he's more or less through with his orgasm. He wipes his hand on Jiang Cheng's hip to get rid of some of the spillage there, then finally pulls himself out. It's slightly unpleasant with how flaccid he is, but not in a way that particularly bothers him. ]

There. Now we've both had our fun.

[ Xue Yang makes short work of putting his own clothing back into place, then turns to give one last look at Jiang Cheng's back. ]

... Until next time.

[ Of course he isn't doing anything to set him free. It's generous enough that he isn't killing him, isn't it? Instead he turns to leave, more interested in who else he might happen to find. ]