Night 30 - Cosplay Cutie (WONYOUNG)

Conventions are a fantastic place to blow through money in record speed, count it. Half your budget for this event gone within 32 minutes and 45 seconds.

Just part of the ole' charm.

There's other things to look forward to, people being allergic to deodorant isn't one of them. Unfortunately nobody would invest otherwise you'd suggest a storefront right where you stand.

Favourite part of the whole affair is the cosplayers. Those with skill, talent and dedication to wear something way cooler than the rest of the losers (like you, to be fair.)

Looking around through the crowd of people– cramped like sardines. And you could see quite a few iconic characters. Melinoé and Zagreus from Hades, Master Chef from Doom, The Beheaded from Dead Cells. All well made and finely crafted, stuff to appreciate.

You were walking around, or more aptly getting shoved. Trying to get your money worth from appreciating the set dressing, big signs to mark every individual shop. Props of shows sat nearby, a lot of resin statue shops and so so so so so so so many sticker shops.

"Excuse me!" A voice yelled in your ear, real close. Wasn't much room to stand stable here, you tilted. Jaw dropping to the floor at her costume, she looked so... accurate? beautiful? many words came to mind and most fit.

"Hm? Can I help you?"

"Yes! Your camera." She pointed at the small digital camera you had resting on your chest, weathered strap holding it up. Snapping a few things here and there, not as much as you'd like given the cramped spacing.

"What about it?"

"Can you... help me take some pictures of my cosplay? I've put a lot of effort into it. I know a place where we won't be this cramped." She asked, shrugging her left shoulder to gesture a way out.

"Yeah of course, fucking love that character."

"Oh you recognise it?"

The cosplayer had taken you to a more discrete place, nobody in sight. Flashing a pose, her outfit was of your favourite character. White floppy bunny ears on top of a wig of the same colour, a braid on the side making a crown. Hair running down to her chest.

Her foam sword, green and etched with cute inscriptions was put between her lips. Shutter.

Another pose, her sword pointed directly at your lens. The shawl covering her lime green dress fluttering up with the wind. Shutter.

"Attack!" She swung, Shutter. Hitting you on the head playfully. That weapon fucking hurt with two Ts.

"You've got every detail down, very impressive. Well most of them." You laughed, Shutter.

"I have the dragon! Look." She lifted her shawl up, a small black green eyed dragon appearing underneath. "It's so cute!" It was put in your palm.

"It's soft, how'd you make this?"

"With tears and great effort." She chuckled, letting you pet the creature in your palm. "Let's give the dragon a photoshoot as well!" The cosplayer turned, taking the dragon and putting it on the small extended piece of wood extruding out from the wall.

Shutter. Shutter. Shutter. Every angle, a few with the cosplayer (or you when she operated your camera) popping up. Very cute, memory dissipating from your camera's storage with every click.

"You are kinda cute." She purred, cornering you against the wall. "Do you think I would bother dragging someone out from the convention just to take a few.. pictures?"

"I mean, yeah?" You responded dumbfounded, Her foam blade ran down your chest, chills running up every inch of your body.

"That's really cute, but no. You caught my eye honey." Her hand ran where it shouldn't, "I mean... you can say no. But... with the way you are staring at my tits.."

"Yes!"

You caught the cosplayer off guard with your eagerness, she rescinded for a moment. Before tackling you with her lips. Taste of cherry hitting you at once.

"Well then, follow me cutie. I'll pay you back for the photos."

It wasn't how you were expecting to spend the convention, with your favourite character manifest in front of you. Resting on her knees looking at you. The bathroom reeked of bleach and other various cleaning supplies, the girl paying zero attention to that. Unraveling the complex clothes that held your dick out of her grasp.

"Let's see what you are working with." She teased, kissing the boxers obscuring what she wanted. Emerald nails perching on your waistband, tugging it down. Your erection sniped her in the face, whacking against her cheek. "Someone's eager."

"Can't help it–your very cute."

"Thanks..."

Her dainty hand grabbed your base, holding it still. Tongue reaching out to flatly explore every inch, starting at your balls and going upwards delicately. Hitting every ridge and bump on her way to the tip.

"This cock tastes great. Expected nothing less from a cutie like you." Her plump lips pressed against your length, dribbling saliva from them. Transparent spit bubbles running down every inch.

She decided to make out with your sack, maintaining eye-contact with her alluring green gaze. Hand stroking your length at the same time, "fuck..." your groan made her happy. Proud.

A singular ball slipped in between her red lips, sucking gentle pleasure. Your moans picked up in volume, her touch was addictive. Fuck you wanted more.

"Fuck, suck me off." She smiled, letting you free with a pop. Spitting on you one more time. Stroking the bottom half of your length as she took your cock inside the warm slick embrace of her mouth.

Her cheeks puffed out, looking cute as she bobbed her head up and down. "Holy shit."

The stranger's head game was the best you've experienced, struggling to find a place to grip. She noticed, withdrawing for a second. "You can grab the wig, it's not going to hurt me." She assured.

Much appreciated, white strands a saviour. Using it as an outlet, she kept sucking and bobbing. Inches disappearing inside, appearing back out messy and coated.

Her ears flopped around as she slurped and sucked. More interested in blowing you than keeping her cosplay in order. Technique sloppy and messy, "Keep fucking going." You groaned, tugging her wig. Getting shoved down.

She gagged as you hit her throat, withdrawing in concern. Not meaning to push her that far down. "Take a picture." You forgot about your camera, snapping a shot of the cosplaying beauty working between your legs. "That one I may not ask for."

Her hand glided, slick with saliva. "Fuck, if you keep working like that. I might cum..."

She smiled, bunny teeth coming through. "That's the idea, cum all over my face." Stroking harder, faster.

"God.."

"Let it go, shoot it all over my fucking face."

You listened, firing shots of semen all over her face. Really making a mess of the girl, her mouth opened in shock. Taking a chance to shoot in the last two ropes on her tongue.

Another picture.

"Okay, I do like your load on my face but I'm going to wash up. Come with." She got off her knees. Opening the stall.