Welcome to my first fanfiction here. I will be using this account as a dumping ground for stories that I have written, but have not gained the confidence to post onto AO3.
For this work, I only plan on writing three chapters. This is the first, of course, but the next will be a prequel, and then the third will be a sequel to this chapter. I will be reminding you when the time comes so that it will hopefully be less confusing. I will also be adding "tags" to each chapter so you know what to expect, and because I'm more used to AO3 than , lol. I know people get aggravated when works aren't tagged, so I'm doing my due diligence. If you believe I have missed any tags, please let me know. I've also decided to tag the ships since I have no understanding of how ship tags work on this site, and I have no idea if they have poly relationship tags. This is a learning experience.
Please, enjoy your stay. Any comments or critiques on this work are welcomed.
Tags: Shameless Smut, Masturbation, Shower Masturbation, PWP, Degradation, Mentions of Electrostimulation, Mentions of "Accidental" Stimulation, Cole forces himself to be quiet (what would that even be), Mentions of Blood, Angst?
Relationships: (Eventual) Polyninja, (Mentioned) Conductorshipping [Kai, Zane, Jay], (Referenced) Bruiseshipping, (Referenced) Lavashipping, (Referenced) Glaciershipping
Cole quickly yet quietly shut the bathroom door behind him before leaning back against it, panting heavily.
He needed a cold shower.
Now.
He licked his lips as he practically tore the clothes off of himself, haphazardly throwing his things into the hamper. He could feel his thighs absolutely throbbing around his cock. His hand shot to the shower knob, turning it to just under medium heat.
Look, he wanted a cold shower, but he didn't want to give himself hypothermia.
Once deemed good enough, he stepped into the shower and wanted to fucking cry as his muscles tensed at the sensation. It hurt a little to be blue-balled… but his erection wasn't going down. Why wouldn't it go down- fuck, please go down!
Cole stared at it quietly for a few minutes, wondering what he should do. It wasn't right to have the erection in the first place, but… well…
He snatched his dick in his fist, a breath hissing through his teeth. Fuck it. They wouldn't know, right? And what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them, or him subsequently.
His hand felt like absolute heaven and he struggled not to moan. First spinjitsu master- he was fucking pathetic, getting hard from just some sparring. He might have really liked Kai, Jay, and Zane, but that gave his body no excuse to be reacting to them like this. They were in a committed relationship for fuck's sake- why can't he just be normal?
He pressed a hand into the front wall as leverage, now completely oblivious to the cold droplets spraying down his dark skin.
What would they think if they saw him like this, body begging for their touches? His cock was already fucking sobbing from the attention, from Jay electrocuting right on his inner thigh. That couldn't have been on purpose- it must have been an accident, and he hadn't stuck around long enough to hear the apology. Really, he shouldn't have gotten as aroused as he did from such an odd form of stimulation.
Instead of his hand, he now pressed his forehead against the wall. He dug his teeth into his fist, trying desperately to hide the noise climbing from his throat.
Cole didn't dare think about how it would've felt if Jay had missed and instead got him right on the dick. He would have cum far too quickly. It wasn't realistic in any way, seeing the burns left from the electrocution and feeling the weary weakness in his knees, but fuck if it wasn't hot to think about.
He stroked himself more quickly, breathlessly continuing to recall everything that had happened.
What would Kai think of him if he knew that he absolutely wanted to be smothered by those tits of his? They had felt so nice being pushed against his face, the memory still so fresh. They might be comfy to cuddle on, but they could most certainly suffocate him. He wondered if he would let him fuck them. The drag of his cock between those plush breasts…
The thought wouldn't leave his head, and he thrusted into his fist with a choked on moan.
"Oh, please- oh, please," he imagined himself begging, hips jerking unsteadily and out of rhythm. He could see those emerald green eyes, a dangerous glint in them. He could absolutely set him ablaze right now, and the master of earth would thank him.
"Please what? Does the dirty pervert wanna cum?" Kai would sneer, a snicker placing itself on his face. He could hear the filthy moan that would leave his own mouth. "Prove that you deserve to cum. C'mon- I wanna see you try." He would squeeze his tits more around his cock, completely soaked with precum. His sharp gaze would leave Cole staring dumbly back, thrusting desperately.
Cole bit his fist hard, hard enough that red started to drip with the water.
How would Zane even approach him, knowing that he wanted to get ridden by him? He knew that the nindroid couldn't have meant anything when he had guided his hands there, but he wanted to hold that thin waist in his hands like he had done earlier. He wanted to feel his cock in his abdomen, press his thumbs against it. He knew Zane would throw his head back and let out his sweet, sweet voice, for once absent-minded and completely out of it.
Fuck, he was so close. What was wrong with him?
That tight ass would probably kill him, clenched and milking him for everything he's got. Those silky walls would be so cold, trying to ease his hot, aching dick, but nothing would stop him from spilling inside of him. He wanted Zane to just take it, cum from feeling his load in him.
"You're disgusting," Jay would sneer.
"Absolutely pathetic," Kai would snark.
"Revolting," Zane would whisper.
Cole whimpered as he finally came over his fist, eyes rolling in ecstasy.
Blood rolled down his arm to the floor beside his curled toes. He felt dizzy, vaguely feeling himself tremble. His whole body was tingling, hard cock softening as a heavy load of cum painted the wall. He kept feeling as if noises were fleeing from his throat, but they were all aborted cries of pleasure. He felt like he was floating…
Floating…
Then he felt his knees hit the floor of the shower. Hard. He barely had half a mind to think about it, too busy focusing on catching some much needed air. That shit was gonna hurt later, but what grabbed his attention was the almost empty bottle of conditioner that fell off a ledge and hit his head. He could barely keep up, ears ringing and now head pounding.
The sound of the door being opened startled the master of earth out of his trance, his breath catching in his throat.
"Cole, are you alright?" Zane's voice sounded. Cole breathed a heavy yet quiet sigh of relief, knowing the nindroid wouldn't walk in on him unless he felt that the other was more badly injured.
"Y-Yeah, just… I slipped!" Cole assured, trying to get a grip. He kept his panting to a minimum. "Sorry-"
"No need to apologize." The click of the door closing was heard, leaving Cole alone once more.
He must have anticipated his apology. Geez, he should really stop apologizing over nothing…
He looked up to see his cum dripping down the walls. Man, he must've been pent up. There was way too much there to be considered a normal load. He should really get it cleaned up, but… The master of earth sat back against the opposite wall, closing his eyes and pointing his head up to try and stop the spinning and aching. After all that, he was exhausted and could barely move. He could only focus on the shower water dripping down his body and one thought.
FSM- he was in such deep shit.
