The (Underage) Sexual Exploration Meme

[lumeria]

The Adolescent Sexual Exploration Meme

Though the concept of "adolescence" is a relatively new one, the nebulous age between the onset of puberty and the age of majority has almost always been a time for changes. A young person's body as well as their mind is changing, but most importantly, they are on their way to becoming a sexually mature adult. Often times, these adolescents may feel the desire to express themselves in this intimate way and experiment with others their own age. This may happen in a safe environment, but not always. Depending on the time and place, these sort of activities may be viewed as harmless or the ultimate taboos, especially if the desired person or act is otherwise "deviant." Still, that doesn't change the fact that the urge, more likely than not, is very, very present.

How to Play
-This meme is for sexual exploration between inexperienced, underaged characters. The point is for character growth, awkwardness, sweetness, or fluff, not necessarily sexiness.
-All characters should be 18 and under or taken from a canon point where they are (ie, canon!Dean Winchester isn't applicable to this meme, but pre-canon teen!Dean is).
-All characters, human or not, within the correct age range are welcome.
-When commenting, please include your preferences.
-Comment to other characters.


Prompts/Ideas (feel free to use your own scenarios, as well)
GENERAL
1. Sneaking out
2. Planned First Time/Dating
3. Arranged Marriage/Married Young
4. Tradition (IE, boys being taken to brothels to "become men")
5. Kids Alone Together in the Cruel World
6. Non-Consensual
7. Sheltered and Naive
8. Incest
9. Attempting to Be More "Adult" or Mature
10. Playfulness or Roughhousing Turns Into Something More
11. The Sibling of my Friend
12. Childhood Best Friends
13. The Girl/Boy Next Door
14. Always Had a Crush on You
15. You're Something New to Try, I've Never Seen Someone Like You
16. Freestyle

School-Related/Modern
1. Party/Drunk
2. Dare or Seven Minutes in Heaven Gone Awry
3. Sleepover
4. Under the Bleachers at a School Event
5. The Classic Back Seat of a Car
6. Getting Too Close at the Haunted House
7. On the Bus for a School Trip
8. Beach or Mountain Vacation - Uh Oh, You're in the Same Hotel Room!
9. Empty Classroom After School Hours
10. In the Shower After Sports
11. At the Movies
12. Overnight Field Trip
21. Freestyle

Comments

[byfire]

[ whatever you want :D ]

well then... 8D

[starkish]

[ Really, Jon knows that his family would utterly disapproved of this... well, whatever this is. He's no true Stark, but there are certain standards he's supposed to hold and a moral code Ed Stark has tried to ingrain in him since he was young. Snow or not, a proper member of the Stark household has no business fooling around; sex is something that's supposed to be restricted for marriage and his virginity isn't something he should even be thinking about discarding. But unlike his brothers and sisters, he's not attending some private school; Jon's been enrolled in Mance Rayder High ever since his freshmen year and he'd like to think that he's done a good job so far of keeping out of trouble. Grenn and Pyp don't come from money like he and Sam do, but they're good men despite that.

It was probably an inevitably he would run into Ygritte sooner or later. She was a senior, he a junior, and lately, they seem to have more classes together than not. And while he has never held an interest in a girl before, there's something about her - perhaps it's how little she cares for the rules or the way she teases him for how very little he knows or even that long, bright red hair that looks like strands of fire - that has utterly captivated and the worst part of it is that she seems to instinctively know that he can't keep his eyes off her. It might not have been so bad if it had just been his eyes, but soon after that, it became his mouth and now it's hands and despite all the guilt, he just can't seem to tell her to stop.

He can't stop kissing her, his lips sore and swollen, despite the fact that they're in the class room where home room is held. There's nobody there, the lights are dim, and despite how paranoid he feels, Jon keeps kissing her while leaning against the edge of his teacher's desk and slides his hands under her skirt, skimming them along her thighs and hips. ]

Ygritte... [ His voice is thick and caught in the back of his throat; he speaks slowly and hesitates, as if he has to force himself to say this. ] Ygritte, we shouldn't. Someone could catch us.

:D

[byfire]

[ Ygritte hates cliches almost as much as she hates conforming. She's not the hipster type, the kind who rebels because that's the thing to do, she's not a snob about being different. She just is. She rebels because she can, because it's what she's been raised to do, it's what feels right. That's where the cliche comes in. She's from the wrong side of the tracks, raised in a series of rough and tumble foster homes, she's had her share of brushes with the law, nothing serious though. And Jon Snow. Well, he's the troubled, quiet rich boy who's too scared to break the rules even though she can see in his eyes, see into his heart that he wants to do some rebelling of his own.

She's noticed the way he stares at her during class, can feel his gaze burning into the back of her head, feel his eyes watching her as she walks through the halls. There's a thrill to it, knowing someone wants you. And she teases him because of it. She sways her hips in front of him, flips her skirt up (when she wears them) to flash him quickly. She's hardly innocent, she's been with more than a few boys but they never meant anything.

There's something about Jon Snow she's drawn to and yet she continues to pretend that's not the case even when she tries to taunt him into fucking her. Maybe if she just gets it out of her system, she won't feel this way. And yet, as his hands run along her skin and he gives false words of protest, she feels her heart beating even faster, a smirk curving her lips.]

You're the one with your hand up my skirt, Jon Snow. [ Her hand slides down his chest, straight between his legs to cup his crotch through his pants, grinning at what she feels there.] And someone else seems to want to come out and play.

[starkish]

[ No matter what he tells himself, his words are definitely false. There's no heart in them, just protest muttered for protest's sake because he knows he should when, in reality, the very last thing he wants is for her to stop. Something about the way she smirks at him makes something inside of him tense, as if he's waiting for something that not even he understands and he can feel his cheeks getting warm. She has utterly drawn him in and now he feels helpless to do anything but give in to the seduction. ]

I-I know. It isn't--ah! [ For a moment, his brain scrambles to come up with some reason he's touching her, but he can't quite find one and it stops searching a moment later because she is touching his cock through his jeans and fuck, that shouldn't feel so nice. All that kissing earlier had his body primed, arousal thrumming through his veins, and now, now it's become tangible as his shaft grows hard under her touch. ] Y-ygritte...

[ Jon's voice trails off, caught in the back of his throat, and without intending to, his hips buck, wanting more than just a touch - he wants friction, wants her, wants her hands and mouth and he wants to strip her and see her lithe body for himself. Vocalizing that seems dangerous, though, and he doesn't trust himself to speak much more, so he keeps silent, biting back a whimper in the process, and places a few kisses along her collar instead. And this time, very, very consciously, he drags one hand up her hip and slides it around back, giving her ass a long, slow squeeze. ]

[byfire]

[ His body betrays his words, not that she even needed to touch him to know that he wanted her. She grins a bit because she likes the idea of him being so turned on by her, even just after kissing. The idea excites her, even more than the idea that she can be his first because he so clearly has been a good, chaste boy.

She feels his body press into her touch and that's all she needs to know that he wants this without a doubt. The way he says her name sends a pulse of desire through her, his lips pressing restlessly to her skin helps that feeling stay alive as her palm presses against his cock through his pants, nails tracing the outline of him through fabric.]

You want to fuck me, Jon, just admit it. [ She wants to hear him say it even if his cock could easily do all the talking for him. Nipping at his ear, she presses closer to him as his hand grabs her ass, her body grinding against his.] Because I want you to fuck me. Right here on this desk. [ It's not making love, not this, not in her mind, not yet. As she awaits his answer, she's already playing with the zipper of his trousers, teasingly.]

[starkish]

[ From the moment she dragged him in here, Jon knew resisting would be a lost cause. No matter how much he tried to deny it, she had infected with the madness called lust and nearly every bit of his body wanted to lose his virginity. It was only a small corner of his mind, so infested with the morals and rules of his family, that resisted. Jon had always hated feeling guilty and today was no exception, especially when it comes to something as big and remarkable as this.

Even he knows that the words are merely a formality. The rest of him is gone, shuddering as his cock strains against the stiff, rough fabric of his jeans; her hand is nearly tortuous because despite the way it rubs against him, it isn't enough. Jon lets out a soft, eager whimper, so terribly aroused that even the guilt can't keep him from admitting to her that he wants this nearly as much as she does. ]

Yes. I do. [ He tries to keep his words curt, and they are, briefly, but his voice is low and husky and he groans out when she presses closer and starts to grind. His body jerks in response, grinding back with rough motions that are more like spasms. ] I want to fuck you, Ygritte. So very, very badly. P-please. [ Jon nearly croons out the last part pleadingly. His breath hitches in the back of his throat as she plays with his zipper and he glances at her with hot eyes the color of smoke, one hand sneaking under the back of her shirt and gently scratching at the small of her back. ]

[byfire]

[ There's no point resisting in her opinion, especially when it's so clear that he wants this just as much as she does, maybe even more. She can't help but grin when he grapples with it. And the sound he makes, the whimper that's eager and needy, it makes her want to do this even more.

His cock is doing all the talking she needs although when he speaks, she can't help but laugh a little, mouth moving eagerly against his skin as her fingers finally start working on getting his pants open.] Since you asked so nicely. [ She grins a bit although she sucks in a breath at the feel of his hand beneath her skirt, against her back. His eyes are intense and she looks at him for a moment before turning them quickly so that she's pressed against the desk now. With his pants hanging open, she moves with a smooth movement to lift herself onto the desk's edge, legs parting for him, teasingly.]