bakerstreet | I don't think this one has ever been posted to bakerstreet, but it's too cute to pass up!

I don't think this one has ever been posted to bakerstreet, but it's too cute to pass up!

First Kiss Meme

one. It's your first date, and you're dropping them off at the door. Are they going to lean in? Should you..?

two. You have been friends since forever. Everyone knows you like each other, but the moment quite hasn't arisen for the first kiss. Until now.

three. Awkward first kisses! Maybe you just bumped noses, or you kissed their chin instead. Time for attempt number two!

four. Maybe this is your very first kiss, or maybe it's theirs! Either way, one of you is experienced and the other isn't. What if it turns out really bad?! (But hey, maybe you're a natural.)

five. The accidental kiss. Might have tripped over your own feet, or maybe you've collided and they landed on top of you. Either way, your lips are locked- Where you go from there is up to you.

six. UST kisses. There's been some sort of tension between you for a while. Maybe you fight all the time, maybe you're in love with each other and you keep getting interrupted before anything happens. Either way, that tension needs to end now!

seven. Either pick one, mesh some together, or re-roll!

INSTRUCTIONS:

• Post with your character!
• Reply to other people with your character and go to the RNG to generate a number between 1 and 7.
• Match that number to the choices above!
• Reply to the thread starter and go from there.
• Any rating goes, but no wank, please! :>

originally from here.

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"Ha-- ah-- aaaah." His eyes went right to the breasts suddenly on display. Oh my god, it was highly unfair that she had such a great, great, great pair of them. And that she was now half naked on his lap. An arm had gone around her to keep her up and give her something to lean on, but the other hand was just there. Doing nothing.

So why not say hi to McCall boobs? It lifted and hesitated briefly over her, his eyes lifting to meet hers and watching for any signs of no no'ness, but he finally rested it on her and... wow. Boobs were so soft. His cheeks were flaming red, but he was also painfully hard and had his hand on a boob. Life was good. He could die happy now.

"L-Like this?"

Scarlett was pretty sure Stiles was looking at the first pair of boobs he'd ever seen in real life and he wasn't disappointed. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, watching his face. His hand wasn't doing much for her at the moment, seeing as it was just resting against her, but it still felt nice to have a hand on her that wasn't her own.

"Rub your hands against them. Lightly. You can squeeze if you want, just not too hard." This was a beneficial experience for both of them. Scarlett was going to be satisfied and hopefully quench her need for sex. And Stiles was getting his first hands-on boobs experience. "Do you like them?" Stupid question.

"Yes. Yes. Yes, so much. I like them very, very much. Nice boobs. Breasts. They're nice breasts. To go with your perfect everything else." His breath came out a little shaky as his hand did as she asked. He squeezed, gently, watching as the nipple started to stiffen and peak. Oh, wow. That was kind of cool. It reminded him of what was stiff in his pants.

He got a better hold, lifting it and feeling the weight of her in his hand, the arm around her back pulling her in a little closer. "You are... so gorgeous."

There was a little look of surprise on Scarlett's face as she listened to Stiles ramble. She wasn't naive, she knew people were capable of lying, but Stiles would never lie to her. When he called her perfect and gorgeous, Scarlett knew he meant that.

And the way her nipples perked up were like two mini erections on her chest, all for him.

Moaning as Stiles started to experiment more with his hand, being pulled closer prompted her to lean in for another kiss, using more tongue than before. She pulled back after a moment, looking breathless, glanced down at his hand on her, then back up at his lips. "Do you want to put your mouth on them?" Another stupid question.

"Yes." His voice definitely broke during that, but he didn't care in the slightest, panting and breathless from the kiss that had just stolen his will to do anything that didn't involve more touching of the very hot girl on his lap.

He looked down at his hand, lifting the breast it held a little as he leaned in and kissed just under her collarbone. Then a little lower.

Then lower still. Yes, he was sneaking his way down to that mound of pillowy flesh, hoping she wasn't too offended by what was probably jabbing into her thigh.

Of course she wasn't offended by what was poking her thigh. It was a reminder that Stiles thought she was sexy. In fact, she tried swaying her body down against it, to show just how much she liked the fact that it was there.

Her hand threaded into his hair, dragging her fingers through it while Stiles pressed his kisses lower, her nipples rosy and inviting.

"I really like that you grew your hair out..." She didn't think she'd ever told Stiles that. It had been growing more everyday until it had become normal, instead of the buzzcut. "I think it really suits you."

His eyes flicked up at her, breath huffing out as she ground down against him, cheeks flushed at both her hand in his hair and the comment about it. "Yeah? I just figured it was time, you know?"

And to be honest, he was more occupied with trying not to die than meeting his barber appointments. But that wasn't what he wanted to think about right now.

Right now, he wanted to keep tasting the salt of her skin as he kissed lower. He flicked his tongue out when he reached the pink tip of her breast, feeling that different texture of her stiffened nipple, lips closing gently around it while his eyes still watched her.

"Figured it was about time you looked even more attractive?" She replied softly, her own cheeks flushed.

He looked particularly attractive with his lips on her breast. His mouth was mesmerizing. She sucked in a gasp when his tongue flicked out, moistening the tip, and then his mouth was fastening around her nipple. The fact that he had his eyes open made it sexier, seeing that heated gaze of his on her, not anybody else, not Lydia, her.

"Mmm, good, Stiles," she said approvingly, a little tug on his hair urging him to continue.

They made little comments about each other's appearance before, but Stiles had always thought she was joking. It was hard to believe that when she was looking at him like that and he had his mouth on her...

And then there was the way she said his name like that, like he was something worthwhile. Like what he was doing was making her feel good. God, he hoped it wasn't a lie. He wanted so bad to do whatever she needed tonight, to be there for her in any way. Her being a werewolf was pretty much his fault, so if she had werewolf related problems, it was up to him to fix them and make them better.

"I mean it, Stiles," Scarlett continued as though she could read Stiles' thoughts of self-doubt. "I'm so attracted to you. I was before you grew your hair out but now... Mmm, Stiles, you should feel how wet I am."

That was actually a serious suggestion, as soon as he sucked on her nipples a little more. "Can you suck on them, Stiles? Please?"

His mind was officially blown. Scarlett was hot any day of the year, but when she talked like that? Jesus Christ. He squeezed her breast, sucking on it and making a slightly drawn out whimpering sound. His dick was throbbing in his pants and the thought of her wet...

Someone might make a mess in their pants soon if someone else kept acting like this.

Stiles was doing exactly what she told him to and he was doing it well. He was really good at following instructions. "Yes, Stiles, just like that," she let him know he was doing everything right, jiggling on Stiles' lap from how good his mouth felt playing with her breast.

"You should take your shirt off," she recommended, noticing him start to get sweaty. That, and she wanted to run her hands over his chest and back. "Don't be shy, you've got a great body."

He wasn't exactly shy around her, hadn't really been before, but there was a part of him that felt like she was joking when she said he had a good body. He'd seen Derek. And Jackson. And Danny. And literally every guy they were around. He was so very not in their league.

But if she wanted it...

He took his mouth off her long enough to pull his shirt off over his head, not really staying there to show off. He moved back in to fasten his mouth to her other breast instead, making a happy little sound as his lips sealed around it.

She wouldn't joke about something like that. He didn't have muscles like Derek or the other guys on the lacrosse team but he still had a nice, lean stomach. And his happy trail? That little trail of hair from his bellybutton down into his underwear? Yeah, that made Scarlett very happy. In fact, she followed it with her fingers as soon as his shirt was off, all the way down to his dick which she squeezed through his pants.

One of her hands went back into his hair, almost stroking it lovingly while he worked on her other breast. "Mmm, love your mouth on my tits, Stiles... could watch you do this all day..." Except she wouldn't be able to wait all day to come.

"Oh my g--" He mumbled around the mouthful he had, arms both going around her and pulling her a little closer as he lifted up just a touch into her grip. No hand but his own had ever gone there and he'd felt the tickle of his skin prickling when she'd teased that trail before grabbing him. It had felt good and damned if he didn't want more.

Her hand in his hair wasn't helping, neither was her saying the word 'tit' when he had his mouth still fastened to one. He looked up at her, teeth closing softly around her nipple as he tried not to talk. No talking. Talking was bad.

She had to congratulate him for how well he was doing, for not coming in his pants (yet?) despite having a topless girl on his lap who was letting him have mouth access to her tits and teasingly touching him but not meaning to be a tease about it.

Her hand tightened in his hair, mouth falling open a little as she felt his teeth around her nipple. She'd planned on telling him to use his teeth but he'd gone and done it on his own. She wondered if he was just experimenting with what felt right or if he'd researched it or seen it in porn. "That's it," she stared back down at him, eyes glowing, "tug on my tits with your teeth."

It was really a little of both. He'd seen porn and definitely done his research. He might not have much (any) practical experience, but he didn't want to be 'that guy' who didn't know what he was doing when the time actually came. Watching her looking down at him with yellow glowing eyes was hot on levels he had no idea could be reached.

He was rocking a little as he sat with her on his lap, not really able to stop when she was touching him like that and his entire world was her and the thought of pleasing her. He did exactly what she said, tugging gently with his teeth, cheeks flushed and his hands roaming over her back. One moved down and half rested over her ass, almost in question. Could he...?

The rocking didn't go unnoticed by Scarlett and she rocked back down against him so they had a little rhythm going. She was moaning as Stiles tugged at her breast the way she wanted him to, glad the Sheriff wasn't home so he couldn't hear what his son was doing to her.

She could feel his hand hesitantly touching half her ass, like he wasn't sure he was allowed. She reached behind her to drag Stiles' hand down so it was covering more of her ass, then she got another idea.

She reached to unbutton her pants and pull down the zipper a little bit, her panties peeking out slightly if he looked down, but she'd done it so he'd have room for his hand to slip inside the back (and the front later, they'd work up to that). Grabbing his hand, she slipped it inside her pants, against her ass...

And guess who was wearing a thong today? That's right, Stiles, you're feeling a smooth, firm buttcheek against your hand right now. Consider that your reward for the excellent breast play.

His other arm, the one that didn't have a hand gripping at the prettiest, firmest, sexiest ass cheek he'd ever felt, was banding around her, pulling her in tight as he made an assortment of noises around the mouthful of her he had.

She was clearly trying to kill him. Kill him with sexiness. He was moving a bit faster, his hand getting as good a handful of her ass as he could, his mouth moving to the other breast to use teeth on that one since she seemed to like it so much.

During the switch, he talked. "Scar, Jesus. I want... I want to make you feel good. Tell me everything I need to do to do that. Let me make you happy."

She liked the way Stiles wrapped his arm around her like that. It almost made her feel... safe. Which was weird, since she was the one keeping him safe most of the time. But then he was also in danger because of her.

Scarlett wondered if she could have an orgasm like this. Maybe, if he continued to grope at her ass and mouth at her breasts. She was also getting some friction from him and maybe if she rubbed herself against him at the right angle that would grind against her clit...

But wouldn't it be better if he made her come with his fingers inside her? What about his mouth between her legs? He'd clearly proved to be good with his mouth...

"What do you think you're doing right now? You're making me feel so good, Stiles... Helping me take my pants off would make me happy. So would you taking off yours. Then I think you could try putting your mouth lower..." A lot lower. She climbed off his lap and lay back, lifting her butt off the mattress as she pushed her pants down her body, looking at Stiles to help her pull them down the rest of her legs.

It happened in almost a blur to him. One minute he was sucking on her tit and the next she was lying there pulling her pants off and doing more than insinuating that he should eat her out.

If he was hard before, he was almost painfully so now. He moved quickly once his brain managed to scrape together enough blood to move, helping her get her pants down and enjoying the view as they were lowered. She was toned and sleek everywhere and... god, she looked hot in a thong. Why was she wearing one? Who for? There was a momentary spike of jealousy before he pushed that away. He wasn't allowed to be jealous over her. He'd learned that a long time ago.

Besides, who was the one tossing her pants on the floor and stumbling out of his own to crawl back up on the bed to skim his hands up her legs? That's right, him. "By lower you mean...?" He looked pointedly at where those long legs met, seeing the damp spot on the crotch of her underwear. Jesus. He was embarrassed that he had a matching one on his boxers, but not from her.

Maybe she wasn't wearing the thong for anyone but herself, Stiles? Maybe it made her feel sexy.

She could see him looking directly at the wet patch on her crotch and she just smiled at him. "Told you I was wet." Scarlett was doing some ogling of her own, getting an eyeful of his boxers that had its own wet patch, proof he'd been enjoying their earlier activities.

"I mean, low enough that my underwear would be in the way, but you can help me with that too, right?" Want to remove your best friend's thong and see a girl completely naked (and wet) in real life for the first time? Now's your chance, Stiles. Don't blow it (literally).

Scarlett, you sucked. (In the best way)

He was stuck there for a moment, hands rested up by where the thin fabric of her thong lay against her skin, but then his fingers were slowly curling under them on each side, beginning to tug them down because yes, yes he was going to do this. He could help her and get to do something he'd only dreamed about and...

Oh my god, it was a real vagina.

He could actually smell her as he pulled the thong off, tossing it over his shoulder as he slid shaking hands back up her legs. She wanted him to go down on her, had said as much twice now, but he wasn't just going to dive in like her crotch was a pool. No. He had to work up to it. So he crawled up until he was at navel level, head lowering as his eyes lifted to watch her face while he kissed just to the side of that dent in her stomach. "You'll have to tell me if I do anything wrong."

You mean Stiles wanted her to suck him off in the best way?

Scarlett wondered if Stiles was chickening out but he was finally pulling down her thong for her, leaving her completely naked on Stiles' bed. She shivered as his hands traveled back up her legs and she spread them more to give him a better view of exactly what he'd be dealing with.

Not only a real vagina, a real wet one, aching for attention.

"I find it really hard to believe your mouth could do anything wrong after the way you were pleasing me with it earlier... but I'll tell you."

Don't tease him like that. He was only human.

There was a soft huff of a laugh against her stomach as he found himself embarrassingly amused at that, eyes dropping to look down at the dark patch of curls he was kissing over. "You're the one who's always telling me my mouth is going to get me in all sorts of trouble."

Here's to hoping it could do more than that. His hands were running up and down along her legs, moving to slide over her thighs, then over the softer inner skin of them as he kissed lower skill. He could smell her better from here, that musky tang of her that seemed to cause some sort of hardwired reaction in him. His cock throbbed again, his eyes closing as he nuzzled in against the juncture of her thigh. His tongue caught a bit of her taste, a bit of wetness that had made its way out and he almost whined as his hand came up to part her lips. He wanted a better taste and he took one with a broad stroke of his tongue against her.

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