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You Should Have Knocked

So everyone has had this moment in their life, the one where they were so impatient or absent minded they went flinging a door open when they really shouldn't have. Sometimes its not your fault, how could you know your housemate and his girlfriend were having sex on the kitchen table!? Othertimes someone was in the bathroom and failed to close the door the whole way, again not your fault. Sometimes they put up several signs saying "Please don't enter I'm very naked right now" and you just ignore them because who would have that many signs for that?

Anyway, that's this meme, you've just walked in on something you shouldn't have seen, and onto the rules and set-up.

Da Rules!:

A. Post with the standard Character | Fandom | Prompts you don't want to see/Situations you don't want to deal with/Smut or no Smut set-up as is standard with memes now adays. You are the one walking in on someone.

B. Someone responds by rolling 1-12 on the RNG and sets-up what the entry poster walks in on. You can also set-up a scene not on the list below, or cut the RNG short based on what you don't want to do.

B Part 2: Items 1-7 are easily G-rated unless you go out of your way to make them rated higher. 8-10 are more R-rated, but there is wiggle room for playing the crack and awkward up instead of making it smutty. 11 and 12 are kinda hard not to have a little bit smutty given the settings. THIS IS THE WARNING

C. Tag around, have fun with it! The embarrassment will pass... in theory. ^_^

Da Prompts!:

01. Talking to Yourself - Sometimes to work through a problem, you just have to talk it out. Or, in other cases, you need practice before you say something to someone. Whatever the case you were in the middle of talking something out to yourself that you probably didn't want heard by the person to walk in on you. Oops.

02. Wearing an Embarrassing Outfit - Everyone has some bit of clothing they love but would be really awkward to be found in, ask J. Edgar Hoover! Be it drag, or cosplay, that hat your mother knit for you with her own two hands? The ugly sweater your girlfriend gave you, or a uniform for the Next Generation era Star Trek uniform... your secret's out now.

03. Rocking Out - Everyone loves music, but sometimes you love music others won't understand. Or, you like music they'd understand, but your dancing leaves something to be desired. Or your dancing is fine if you would just stop air guitaring windmills on the bed. Whatever the case is you've been spotted now.

04. Watching Something - Much like an embarrassing outfit, or awkward dancing, there's your guilty pleasure. Maybe you just have a love for action films, or you've gotten hooked on a soap opera, maybe you'll just watch any film with Nick Cage in it. Whatever the case is your about to be judged by the entertainment you love. If you don't want to put a show here, you can replace it with reading a book, comic book, or any other bit of of non-music entertainment.

05. In the Middle of Something - Some people collect stamps, others little ceramic figurines, you might have a complete collection of beanie babies. Whatever your hobby, you keep it well out of sight of your friends because they just won't understand it. ...better come up with a good explanation now.

06. It was Suppose to be a Surprise - You had something you were going to give your friend as soon as it was ready. Birthday gift, Christmas, anniversary? Maybe no reason at all, the point is you're working on it away from them and SURPRISE there they are! Better hide the evidence now, or come clean and explain what's going on.

07. On the Phone - Ever had an awkward phone call overheard from only your side. Well, it gets complicated sometimes when that happens. Could be a doctor, a parent, a college friend, whatever it is the topic sounds very awkward from only your side of the street. Cue 'that isn't what it sounds like' when you find your evesdropper. Bonus points if you want something a little less G-rated, make it Phone sex heard from only your side.

08. In a Racy Outfit - This isn't exactly an outfit embarrassing on its own, just they might not be the person you want to see you in a leopard print G-string. Or you're trying on the skimpiest of lingerie and inspecting yourself in the mirror. Whatever your pleasure its about to be shared with an audience. If you want to take things in a different direction, try setting the scene asleep in said outfit.

09. In no Outfit at All - The next door neighbor to the previous option, sometimes less is more. In this case less clothing is more awkward. Maybe you're looking yourself over for new battle scars, you might be trying new sexy poses for the person you like, maybe you're getting in or out of the shower/bath. Or, like above, you could just like sleeping natural. Whatever the case you're giving somebody an eyeful today.

10. Watching Something Else - Be it a raunchy sexcapade, somethingg attempting to have a plot, an art film, or a home movie from that trip to Cancun. Some people like to watch smut. Of course, some people should lock their door when they do such things. Whatever your taste in brown paper bag theater, you're about to share it with the class. If you don't feel like going that way, you can be caught with a skin mag or some trashy smut novel instead.

11. In the Middle of Something Completely Different - Masturbation, its that thing everyone does but nobody talks about. You also definitely don't walk in on someone doing it. Well, too bad, you just did.

12. Was left Hanging - So you've just walked in on someone who was having some sort of kinky bondage episode... but their partner has left them there, all tied up and on the bed. Whatever will you do with this.

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[ she opens her mouth, inhaling sharply in preparation for a biting remark of some kind that she hadn't fully thought through just yet when his lips are suddenly on hers. first instinct is to move her hands to wrap around his shoulders, but a sharp jerk at her wrists when she tries to move her hands down reminds her that this was her idea.

so, she catches up, shutting her eyes and leaning up into the kiss as best she can. and, well, her hands may be restrained, but the rest of her certainly isn't. verbal cues inhibited, she wraps one of her legs around one of stiles', smoothing her calf against the back of his. ]

[The urging from her leg is more than enough to get him shifting towards her. Breaking away from her mouth, he kisses and nips his way down her neck and collarbone. He shifts himself down further to focus on her breasts. For a second his eyes dart up to hers, because even when she presents everything to him, he still feels like he needs to ask before proceeding.

His hand however, shifts up her thigh, running over her stockings enjoying the feel of the fabric. He's teasing, in a way, but it's more that he's still nervous about this stuff. She knows so much more about it than he does, after all.]

[ she squirms, lifting her hips when his fingertips brush over the hem of her stockings. slowly, her eyes open back up and bore into his with a hungry gaze. her tongue presses briefly to the edge of her upper teeth, and then she prompts him clearly. ] Keep going.

[ the hesitation is equal parts maddening and endearing. she's used to having to assert herself as the aggressor in a sexual relationship by force, free to give up the role whenever she decides it's not the day for it, or she just wants to lay back and let someone else do the work. stiles is less experienced, needs coaching, and while that makes him malleable and eager to please, it also leaves her in a constant position to bark orders. which she admittedly likes. it's just easy to forget that's how things are when it's not been the case in any other relationship she's had.

sexual. relationship. obviously. because this isn't an actual one. lydia martin would never, ever, ever be going there again, because it had been nothing but bad news for her, and casual is easier and scratches the itches she wants scratched. ]

[He gives the slightest nod before lowering his mouth back down to press a kiss to her breast, working his way to her nipple. He circles it with his tongue before capturing it with his teeth, applying a gentle pressure, just enough to not be an accident. His hand continues its journey upward, reaching the top of her stocking, a little shudder coursing through his as his fingertips graze the skin of her thigh.

He wants to know her well enough to not need her to bark orders, wants to be able to anticipate what she needs him to do. But he's not there yet, and he doesn't trust his instincts enough to just go for it. What he does know and trust is that she feels so good under him, and he's pretty sure he could spend an hour exactly like this, with her breast in his mouth and his hand inching up her thigh.]

[ the pace he keeps is vexing, and more than anything she wants to shout out for him to get on with it - except that it's perfect. his teasing has every part of her sparking to life, an electric current running just under her skin and crackling in every spot he touches. her lips remain parted as her back twists into an arch. he's taking her by inches and each one has her stomach coiling like a spring ready to explode.

so, she fidgets and twists her body, trying to simultaneously draw away from the teasing contact and get more of it, because there's a fire inside of her that's trying to get out. her fingers tap at the buckles of her restraints, and for a moment she sincerely considers saying fuck it all and freeing herself and having him however she wants him. that's not the game, though. ]

Stiles. [ her voice is quiet, but not quite a whine. in fact, it sounds almost aggressively controlled, which is quickly contextualized by what follows. ] If you don't find something more useful for your hands to do - [ she'll what? squirm around some more? certainly not whine and beg. the silence that follows her would-be threat is stark, and she exhales a huff, glancing up and away from him. ]

[In his mind, that threat ends with 'I'll tell you to go home' which is the actual last thing he wants right now. So he skims his hand up quickly, fingertips brushing over her lips. He groans, eyes rolling up a little and losing his focus on her breast for a moment. He breaks his mouth away completely so he can glance down and watch as he runs two fingers over her folds, testing to see how wet she is, moving up to seek out her clit. He knows that much, okay. He's watched enough porn to know where it is. He also knows not to use porn technique, though. Until she tells him what she likes, he errs on the side of caution and uses a gentle touch, barely grazing the bundle of nerves in a small circle with the pad of his middle finger.]

[ she inhales sharply as his fingers brush up against her folds, and her toes curl instantly inside of her shiny high heels. she scrapes her teeth over her bottom lip, eyes drifting shut so that she can focus entirely on the feeling of his fingertips exploring. anticipation has left her wet enough that his fingers glide easily over her swollen cunt.

the headboard lurches as she grips tightly to it and pulls, trying to satisfy the urge to dispel the tension inside of her by reaching out. her breath comes out then in a shudder and her tongue darts out to lick her upper lip. she nods slowly, wrangling her body back under her own control. ] Good. [ she nods further, brushing her hands up along the slotted woodwork of the headboard. ] That's good.

[ she rolls her hips, to both encourage him on and shift the attention of his fingers to exactly where she wants it - which is, truthfully, all over. heat surges through her, and she can feel her pulse pounding between her thighs. her knees spread further apart to welcome him in, and she takes a moment to just revel in the steady, light caresses he's offering. he's a quick learner, she'll give him that. ]

Take your time. [ she coaches, voice thick with need. ] Just a little more pressure.

[The way his stomach flips in the best way at the mention of her praise is likely a tad ridiculous. But she's okay with what he's doing! He hasn't screwed this up yet! He lets his gaze drift from her face to down where his hand is moving, then back again. At her instruction, he presses a little harder with his finger, keeping the same slow pace, just enjoying the way the slickness guides him effortlessly.

He breathes unevenly, completely lost in the feel of her. He's harder than he can ever recall being in his life, straining against his jeans as he presses his hips down towards the mattress to relieve some of the pressure. After a few moments to get his rhythm, he brings his mouth back to her breast, teeth grazing over meet nipple before letting his tongue move over it in time with his finger. He's suddenly feeling like he's trying to find the right combination to crack a safe.]

[ well, that's the end of any coherent thoughts that were going to come out of her mouth. she opens her mouth in a silent cry, arching her body up off the bed and digging her thin heels into the mattress. one of her feet drags down the bed, but the resulting ripping sound is paid no mind.

her hands slip through the slotted headboard and her fingernails scrape at the back of the wood, a desperate scramble to hold onto any illusion of control. she wants her arms wrapped around his shoulders, her nails leaving angry red marks in his back as he hitches up inside of her. the rocking of her hips becomes more rhythmic, a pattern that steadily hastens as she tries to urge him into satisfying her need for further friction.

a tremulous whine finally makes its way out of the back of her throat, a paradox of the frustration built on baby steps of satisfaction. ]

[The way she tugs at the restraints is incredible, because he can only assume it's not a bad thing, else she could probably tell him to stop or change what he was doing. But she isn't. Instead she's arching into and away from his touch all at once, causing him to chase her with all the enthusiasm that he usually tries to squash down. There's no point trying not to seem eager now. He wants her and he's going to be very plain about that.

The whine she gives is intoxicating. If he could just hear that sound for the rest of his life? He's pretty sure that's all he would need to keep moving forward. He'd move mountains to hear it again, to know it was him causing it, that she felt good because of him.

His fingers slide lower, the tip of his middle finger guiding inside of her while he adjusts his hand to give his thumb access to return to that same circular motion. Again, he breaks away from her breast to do this so that he can watch her face for any sign that he needs to stop what he's doing or do it differently somehow.]

[ she'd really like to pretend that she still has a grip on composure of any kind, but her last hope for that seems to have been abandoned when stiles slipped his finger inside of her. the whine lilts suddenly up into a higher octave, a wave of tension rippling under the soft curves of her abdomen. she gulps down air, sinking into a dizzy haze until she drops her chin and spots stiles looking up at her. her lips part immediately, but it takes longer for the words to come out. her gaze, no matter how out of focus, stays fixed on his until she finally utters; ] Keep going.

[ her tongue scrapes against the bottom of her teeth, and her hips jerk from the sudden contraction of her thighs. a tremor starts in her legs, works them until they feel ready to give out. there are no performative cries or pleas, just a cool demand and the very genuine cracks running through her expression, visible in the sweat forming on her forehead, the frizzy quality her hair is taking on from rubbing against the pillows, the flush of her face, the bruises on her lips from trying to bite back her reaction. ]

[Keep going. He can do that. His finger curls upward slightly- taking a tip from something he read somewhere. He tries to find a rhythm to move his finger in and out of her while he keeps his thumb moving on her clit. His goal here is pretty clear. He wants to see her lose herself because of what he's done. Already he's calling it a victory because wow those are some great sounds she's making.

He doesn't try to talk dirty. Any attempt would be awkward and ruin the mood. But after a few thrusts of his finger, he does shift up to kiss her. He's less hesitant about it, driven by the lust that's coursing through him. It's hungry and almost demanding, trying to displace what's pent up in him. All the while, his hand continues to move.]

[ and just like that, she's drowning.

his lips crash on hers like a wave of open water, overwhelming her. it's a messy kiss because she can't quite focus and her lips fumble wildly against his, turning to an uneven scrape of teeth. tugging uselessly at the restraints, she strains for him, trying to pull him into her but completely unable. her toes curl, her body tightens, and ripples of tension flood her body as she tumbles over the edge of an orgasm.

a series of satisfied whimpers are muffled only by his mouth, and as she levels out, she turns her head to gasp for air, dizzy and blinking hard. her hips jerk, an unwilling impulse as her body briefly rebels against further stimulation while she's so keyed up. ]

[He can't believe he manages to get her there, that it's his fingers and mouth that drove her over that edge. It's just a physical response but it was him...and her. Even when it shouldn't mean something, he can't help but have it mean something to him. Slowly, once she's started to jerk away from wing too sensitive, he pulls his hand away to give her some relief. He kisses her again, this time just a quick, soft press of his lips to hers.]

So how was that? [He's got a few more ideas of what they can do but if she's done with the restraints, they'll obviously stop.]

Well. [ she takes a breath to center herself. ] You got the job done. [ her shaky breaths start to even out and she kicks the heels off so that she can stretch her feet and eliminate some cramping. ] Are you planning on untying me? [ she stares up into his eyes as she talks, despite the deflection involved in what she's saying. she's here with him, but she'd like to be here with him and taking a moment to appreciate the afterglow with all of her limbs accessible. ]

Maybe. [He shifts to prop himself up on an elbow to take in the sight of her.] Eventually.

[He shifts down and moves between her outstretched legs, planting a kiss right above her navel. He glances back up at her, lips twitching into a small smile. At least he's interested in pleasing her more?]

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[ for a moment, surprise flickers over her face. enough that her mouth briefly opens and then shuts before she composes herself with a self-satisfied smirk. ] Well. I'll give you credit for originality.

[ she's snarking because she's still catching her breath and coming down from, well, coming at all. it helps to deflect, but granted it's also true. wrap a girl up in a bow like she's a present and most guys won't be going downtown. maybe she should have started sleeping with stiles years ago. ]

I've always thought outside of the box.

[Really Stiles? Vagina jokes? He moves after that, kissing his way down her abdomen and over her hip bone, he lets out a shaky breath, clearly a little nervous but he's determined to go for it. He uses one hand to guide on her thigh further apart, steadying himself with the other hand and leaning in to give a tentative swipe of his tongue.]

[ her eyes shut briefly as his tongue brushes over her swollen and oversensitive skin, though they barely remain shut long enough for it to qualify as more than a blink. tongue darting out, she licks her upper lip before dragging her teeth across it. her arms shift and bend at the elbow to try and better accommodate being stiffly tied up behind her, because she's clearly not budging anywhere so she might as well get ready for round two. his need to explore and get comfortable matches nicely with her need to level out before surging ahead. there's a single, frustrated tug at the bonds, but the jerk seems to prove a staunch reminder of her limitations. so much for running her hands through his hair. ]

[He takes her fidgeting as a sign that he's doing okay, eyes flicking up to look at her wile his tongue continues timidly exploring her. He moves further up and drags the tip of his tongue over her clit, wondering just how sensitive she is from her previous orgasm.

Part of him doesn't want to overwhelm her but... part of him does, wants to see her twist and turn and cry out because of something he did. But he wants the cries to be good and not something that she yells at him about.

Sex is hard okay.]

[ she relinquishes a full-on whimper at that, flinching away instinctively from the contact. her thighs twitch to draw together a little and her hips lean away. the whimper seems to do away with any last measure of composure she had achieved as she hitches her leg over his shoulder and begins to drag her heel up his back, pulling him in. while her automatic reaction might have involved jerking away, she's certainly not doing that now. she tilts her hips to afford him a better angle. ] Use your hands, too. [ she doesn't bark the words like an order this time, but rather keeps her voice soft like she's only offering a suggestion. ]

[He notices the difference in her tone, and part of him wonders if that means he's getting better? Or maybe she's just like this post orgasm. Either way, Stiles is still happy to oblige anything she wants of him. His arm shifts to pull his hand up underneath him so he won't get in the way of himself. At least he's got a bit more confidence in the work with his hands

He presses his forefinger slips inside of her slowly while moving his tongue over her clit in a slow circle. He's pretty sure he can't go wrong with staying safe. Didn't he read something somewhere about tracing the alphabet? He's not really sure if he remembers the alphabet right now, though.]

[ her breathing grows heavy and measured, and it's clear from the way her eyes shut that she's actively focusing on it. slowly, she pulls her lower lip between her teeth, worrying at it as tension steadily builds back in her.

it's not long before she's gone back to twitches of her hips, her whole body trembling under his tongue when it finds just the right pressure and angle of approach courtesy of the way her body is still buzzing. each tiny jerk backward is followed by a more purposeful, controlled surge forward, trying to get more. ]

[He pays attention to what he's doing and how it makes her react, constantly correcting himself to repeat the things that seem to get the best reactions. He wants to learn everything about her, including this. God, he wants to know everything about what she likes and how to get her off.

His finger works in and out of her before he adds his middle finger as well. The thrusting of his hand gets a bit more forceful, encouraged by the way her hips continue to move back towards him. She wants this. She wants him. She tied herself up just for him.

That thought alone makes him groan, hips pressing down to try to relieve some pressure from his erection which currently is straining painfully against his jeans.]

[ the whimper isn't controlled, or composed, or anything that lydia martin strives to constantly be. it's needy and soft and it slips out against all of her better judgment in the place of what would be a slew of demands and directions - most days. she comes apart then, legs shaking and hips jerking forward. her muscles tighten and force her back to arch, leaving her speechless as she hovers at the high he's brought to her to. when she begins to come down, she flinches away from his touch, trying to sit up and failing because of the straps around her wrists and the angle of her arms. she exhales heavily, hurriedly, blinking dilated eyes to try and come back to herself. ]