bakerstreet | The (Reverse) Smut Picture Prompt Meme.

[Orihime blushes predictably at his compliments. She never really knows what to say; agreeing would be arrogant, denying would seem as if she were prodding for more. But he does make her happy, if her smile is any indication. As he rocks his hips, it elicits a desperate little cry from Orihime as she shivers in his grasp.]

L-leathers...?

[She wishes she had some, because the thought of him tackling her on the spot and thrusting wildly before she's even got her clothes off is insanely arousing. Orihime makes a note to check the secondhand store as soon as possible just to see if she can make that fantasy a reality.]

[He's already got her starting to pant, with the combination of his words and gestures. She's dying to be taken again, to feel him fill her up and hear his groans of satisfaction.]

Okay...okay, then.

[Orihime smiles back at him over her shoulder, rubbing her back against his solid chest.]

Let's try.

[Tetsuo blinks and grins, wide-eyed, at that answer, reddening quite a bit, and laughs a little sheepishly, sighing and kissing her tenderly with another slow squeeze of her breasts as she nestled back against him. Even her moving deliberately like that...]

M-..mmnh... Hime-chan... f..feels like yer'... tryin'a seduce me, when y'move like that...

[He grins even more at that thought, huffing against her lips softly, and rocks his hips a bit more, nearly pulling out of her before pushing in again, slowly.]

Mnnh..... ..g...gotta admit.. I really like th'idea'a you... tryin'a seduce me, Hime-chan... ......I mean, if y'did try... it ain't like you'd just be tryin'... ..h..hell... f..feel like I'd be on ya in 'bout two seconds if y'like... lifted yer skirt up an' didn't even say nothin'... ......or, hell, if y'did say anythin'...

..th.....tho, uh.. w-well if y'still wanna... get, uhh, in th'shower.. ......think we're still gonna get real messy, tho...

[Maybe when she wears the leathers, she can slowly unbutton her shirt or something. She'd love to surprise him, so she keeps her ideas to herself. But sliding the hem of her skirt a little up her thigh...she could probably do that tomorrow. Or tonight, even, if she ever gets around to putting on a nightgown. ...Probably not going to happen, since he's starting to thrust again.]

[Orihime puts a hand out against the wall in front of her to brace herself, gasping a little as she feels her body starting to heat up again.]

Y-yeah...I think we are too, hahh...!

[And she's definitely fine with that.]

Should we...ngh...go somewhere else, or...?

[...damn, just the sight of her leaning over and bracing herself like that... together with that little gasp, she shivers, rocking his hips slowly and pumping into her again, dragging his hands down to her waist, grasping her by the curve of her hips.]

...w..we really... oughtta try an'... get in th'shower... .......'cause if y'keep lookin' like that, I think I ain't gonna stop...

[Tetsuo huffed, rubbing and squeezing her hips firmly, then kneading a little, nestled deep inside her again. The way she could fire him up with just the smallest gestures...]

...I.. I mean, better we uh.. get real messy in th'shower, right..? ...cleans up easy... ......an' thinkin'bout all that water runnin' over yer body, think we're gonna be in there awhile...

Nngh! Y-yes...sounds good...!

[It's so hard to move, or do much of anything when he's making love to her like this. She thrills at the feel of his hands moving over her body, and she definitely likes the thought of feeling him inside of her as they stand beneath a shower of hot water. She tries to straighten, pushing off of the wall with her fingertips as she tries to make her way into the bathroom. But the thought of separating is a difficult one to absorb...]

O-.. o-oi, lemme... g..get outtaya first...!

[Tetsuo chuckles bashfully at that, wrapping his arms around her and holding her a moment, huffing against her neck and nestling his hips up against hers tightly. The feeling of her wobbling and squirming like that while still inside her...

He takes a second to catch his breath before shivering and slowwwwly pulling out of her, resisting that temptation to just push right back in again. He huffs in her ear and nuzzles fondly, rubbing his hands over her belly, and laughs a bit sheepishly, reaching to take her hand as his shaft presses and rubs up against her backside.]

c... c'mon, let's.. let's go b'fore y'get any sexier...!

[With another flustered little huff of breath, he hurried for the bathroom, barely holding in a laugh at the situation, and made haste to throw his shirt off.]

You, uh.. you wanna get th'water b'fore we forget, or...?

Sure...!

[She laughs breathlessly, but she has enough control over herself to wait. He can strip off the rest of his clothes, while she slides back the panel door and runs the faucet. She dabbles her fingers under the water, waiting until it's good and warm before she pulls up the knob to direct the water flow through the showerhead.]

[Orihime smiles at Tetsuo, a lean leg stepping over the edge of the tub as she holds to the metal rim of the door, then brings the other leg over. The hot water feels pleasant on her fevered skin, almost cooling really, and she runs her fingers through her hair with a soft moan of pleasure.]

[Tetsuo hurried to finish undressing, kicking off the shorts kind of still dangling off his ankles, and his socks--and then froze, kind of staring at her silhouette through the textured glass as she stands there moaning. Because he really needed to get more turned on, right?]

..o..ooi, Hime-chan... sh-..shit, how horny you tryin'a get me...?

[He hesitated a moment, almost reluctant to break that spell, before moving sort of sheepishly to open the door enough to slip inside the shower with her, his hands immediately reaching for her hips to pull her close--whether she was facing toward him or away at the moment--shivering at the feeling of her watersoaked skin pressing against his, squirming a little despite trying to keep at least a bit steady.]

[She lets herself be drawn into his grasp, facing him (at least for now). Orihime blinks the water from her lashes as she smiles up at him, her soft breasts pressed against his chest. They might share a lot of wild and intimate moments, but at the core of it all, she loves him deeply. There's so much she wants to share with him, and experience together. Whether he decides to keep her like this and take her up against the tile wall, or turn her around and thrust into her with her wet breasts pressing into the glass with each push, she doesn't mind. They're together, it'll be exhilarating no matter what the position.]

[She tilts her head, kissing the corner of his mouth, brushing her knee against the side of his leg.]

[Tetsuo shivers a little, both at the water and at the way her breasts squeezed against him so intimately, her belly pressed to his abs--and his shaft pressed to her belly. His hands wander over her hips slowly, squeezing a little at her backside, holding her nice and close, and leans to kiss her delicately, grinning against her lips... and sighing hotly at her leg brushing up against his, gently pressing her back against the wall.]

...mmnh... eheheh... Hime-chan... y'get that leg any higher an'... I think we're gonna have a real long shower...

At least until the hot water runs out, ne?

[She smiles, her eyes twinkling before she closes them and tips her head to press her lips against his once more. Orihime already knows he's strong enough to hold her up if he wants her to wrap her legs around him, and that's reassuring in the bathtub. She slides her hands up his back as he guides her against the cool ceramic tiles pressing into her back, his body hot against the curvy shape of her own body.]

[As he'd indicated, she lifts her knee, her thigh skimming over his all the way up to his hip. She murmurs a faint sound against his mouth, and holds on to him tightly.]

[Tetsuo shivers and sighs against her lip at that silent invitation, pressing his body even closer against hers, wrapping his arms around her waist, his hard, hot shaft pinned against her belly and between her legs. He murmurs his answer against her lips as his body rubs against hers slowly, moving until the tip of his length brushes up against her soft folds and starts to press into her.]

M..mmnfh... ...at least, Hime-chan..

[He nuzzles against her lips, kissing her tenderly, at first, then more deeply as he slowly, patiently (or at least in a fair approximation of patience) pushes into her. He groans under his breath at the feeling of her accepting him into her body once again, of her thigh raised so invitingly, her hands grasping at his back almost pleadingly.]

[She closes her eyes, lashes fluttering as he enters her slowly, making that low sound of sheer pleasure. It's as if he hadn't even satisfied himself just minutes before, and she loves that he can still feel this kind of excitement and need as if it were fresh and new.]

[The deeper he pushes, the more intensely she feels him. She arches, shoulders pressing into the cool tile wall, hips lifting.]

Unnnnngh...!

[Panting softly, she lifts one hand to cup his face as she kisses him with slow, grasping motions, loving the way the hot water splashes over their skin as he holds her tight.]

[Tetsuo shudders at the way her body writhes and her hips roll to meed his as he eases into her deeper and deeper, and he groans into the slow, deep kiss as his patience erodes and he quickly pushes his hips up against hers, nestling up between her thighs until his hips trap hers firmly against the wall, nestled into her to the hilt. Slowly, he rocks his hips, more stirring his hard cock inside her than thrusting, thrilling at the feeling of her clinging to him with an arm and a leg, and he nuzzles his cheek into her caressing hand, returning her soft, but almost hungry kisses.

Hearing such a raw, almost bestial sound from such a beautiful girl, whom he persisted in considering a classy lady (certainly by his standards, at least) nearly made him dizzy with arousal. The thought of her actually wanting sex was always a bit too thrilling for his own good, but whenever she let loose so wantonly, it did terrible things to whatever self-control he had. He holds her close, still, by his arms around her waist, his wet skin rubbing against hers as they move together--then one arm pulls away, his hand sliding up her side to gently cup and squeeze her right breast, kneading gently to the same rhythm as their rocking hips.]

Mmmmmmmmmmm...!

[She can never seem to get enough of the way his hand feels on her breast. He knows exactly how to handle her sensitive flesh, and every time it causes her desires to spike hotly. Her hips twitch and buck, quickened involuntarily as her body reacts without the permission of her mind. With the hot water, it adds a new sensation, a strange slickness with his skin occasionally catching and adhering more firmly to hers. It's wonderful.]

[Trusting the firm grip of his arm around her waist and the pressure of his rocking hips, she strokes her thigh up and down his leg while her hand on his back clutches in a bid to pull him tighter against her. She'll never tire of making love to him, she knows.]

[Those sweet moans and the way she clings to him and caresses him with her thigh are all simply too provocative to resist, and Tetsuo groans under his breath into their slow, deep kiss as he pushes his hips up against hers again. With another rocking motion, he pulls back father, thrusting into her properly, then again, kneading her breast more firmly in his hand even as the other jiggles lightly, pressed against his chest. Her eagerly jerking hips only make his hard cock rub and stir about against her inner walls that much more, and he eagerly pins them against the wall each time he buries himself in her to the hilt, shivering at her slick, clinging tightness--and her heat rivaling or perhaps even eclipsing the hot water running down over their bodies. He can only pump into her more and more eagerly, each thrust just making him hungrier for the blinding pleasure of her, and the desperate need to make her too blissful for words.]

[She laughs faintly against his mouth as he starts to claim her harder, his thrusts firm, leaving scarcely any space between their bodies as they move together. She braces her foot against the back of his calf, stroking idly as he takes her. Her laugh descends into a blissful sigh the more he strokes in and out of her, the rhythmic kneading of his hand making her dizzy. She has to break the kiss for a few seconds, panting to catch her breath, before she quickly reseals her lips to his in a hungry, affectionate kiss.]

[Tetsuo groans contentedly, panting against her lips as they pull free from his momentarily, laughing a little at her laughter and groaning against her lips with each eager thrust. His hand kneads her breast a little more firmly as he pumps into her again and again, grunts and sighs of pleasure punctuating every couple of words.]

Mnngh! O-oi, Himechan, wha.. hahh.. what's so... nnh... so funmmnfh..!

[He's far too pleased by her happiness and her obvious pleasure and sweet little encouraging gestures to actually be bothered... and he makes little effort to finish the question when she muffled him with the resumed kiss, merely returning it breathlessly with only a vague sound as though trying to speak while leaning in to kiss her deeply. His tongue brushes hers with light caresses, matching up with the slow kneading of his hand on her breast, and the faster pace of his thrusts.]

Mmn..mnfnh... ....mmnn...

[She would answer him if she thought his ego was in danger of being bruised. Making love to him isn't funny. He just doesn't seem to know how deliriously happy he makes her. Her body arches into him as he starts to moan against her mouth, and she can't help but respond in kind.]

Mmmmmm...!

[During the brief moments when their lips part to grasp anew, her breathing is quick and shallow. Orihime is glad he's holding her up, because the heat of his body and the cloying steam of the shower are making her dizzy. Her fingers stiffen, clutching and clawing at his back as he quickens his movements. Her wet breast is firm in his hand, pliant and slick. The sounds thrumming in the base of her throat slowly begin to escalate in pitch and urgency each time his fingers massage and lift.]

[Considering how obviously his mind is still totally blown at the notion of even dating her, much less everything else, his ego is probably just fine. Hearing her moans tensing into squeals and whimpers as he pumps into her eagerly onto spurs him on more, growing giddy, himself, at the feeling of her pressed against him, clinging to him, even clawing at him. The thought of Orihime even being sexual, much less nearly feral is utterly thrilling, and with a shiver of his own rising tension, he picks up his pace, thrusting faster and kneading her breast more firmly. Even if her weren't totally preoccupied with kissing her, he couldn't hope to string words together, as dazed as he is at the moment with need for her.]

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