the booty call meme

[eiri_vine]

oh you know what it is. and this is a meme specifically for it.
post with your character, fandom, and preferences - including whether your character is the booty caller or the booty.
have fun!


 

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[baskinthesun]

I can't help it, I'm too happy!

[and it's the truth. she takes off her jacket, climbing into bed with him, hands resting on both thighs as she leans to kiss a shoulder, his neck, taking a quick bite before facing him again.]

This pretty thing here for me. [hands slowly moving to spread his legs just a bit further apart.] The full course, yes?

[cheesy]

[...oh.]

So...

[she pushes him back and he has no reason to resist, leaning back on his elbows.]

So you like it?

[his flushing skin loses its angry tint, becoming a pleased pink.]

The, ah... [a grin finally begins to creep up on his face, starting to ghost his mouth near hers.] The presentation...?

[baskinthesun]

[she licks his lips for an answer, a wicked grin to mirror his own, hands squeezing his inner thighs; briefly she allows one to wander, fingers ghosting over his cock before reaching up and up and up, nails leaving a pretty pink trail as they go.]

Should I check and see if the taste is just as good?

[cheesy]

[oh, Maker, he loves her. he snorts a laugh at the look she's giving him, unable to laugh fully given the sensations she's already subjecting him to.]

Well, I did go to all this trouble. Would be a waste, otherwise...

[baskinthesun]

And we mustn't leave things to waste.

[the girl nuzzles against his cheek, small hands pushing him flat on the bed with surprising strength, keeping his legs spread wide next. such a pretty arrangement, really; she crawls back, falling on all four to comfortably reach his cock.]

Although it's a shame, really, to mess with such a lovely thing...

[a kiss, heavy and wet and brief, and then the familiar press of her tongue, hands moving lazily over the tender skin of this thighs.]

[cheesy]

[his breath comes out half a hiss, shaky but definitely not unhappy.]

I made it lovely for you.

[he had only shaved first, but when she kept him waiting... he'd been saving the panties and all for a special occasion, but.

she seems to make every time feel like that, anyway.

he props himself up on an elbow, so he's not talking to the ceiling.]

I thought you'd appreciate a little extra effort.

[a little grin.]

On cake.

[baskinthesun]

[she hums her appreciation, both hands moving to pull the panties down (easy now, slow and easy) to free him at last. hello, she says, holding it with a gentle hand, a kiss dropped to the head while her eyes are set on him.]

Sweet.

[she strokes him with an almost lazy pace, mouth drooping to tease him at the base. he really is delicious, she must give him that, and like her hand, her tongue traces its length slowly, taking its time to tease the head, tracing its shape with care. eager as she was -and is, still-, there's a different kind of thrill in teasing him like this, looking at the body he so willingly gives away for her to take.]

Truly delicious.

[cheesy]

[he moans loudly and shudders violently, eyes squeezing shut almost defensively against the jolt of lightning that traveled up his spine in less than a second. already, his limbs feel weak, and his elbow may threaten to buckle under him.]

D... Dessert should be-

[what is he even saying anymore. it doesn't matter; if he doesn't try to focus on something else, he would be tempted to let this end a lot sooner than either of them would actually enjoy.]

Made sure I didn't use salt--

[when he finally manages to open his eyes and look at her... fire bursts in his belly. Maker, she's so beautiful. she's beautiful and he loves her and he wants her and any time he watches her work on his cock...

his mouth is dry. she's so beautiful, and she knows too well, and watching her tease and lick and suck tempts him to just flip her on the bed and be done with it.]

[baskinthesun]

[Hush now. she likes the patterns the veins mapping him make - all the possible paths she could take to make him end. her thumb work on them, careful not to put too much pressure, careful to keep him as grounded as she can manage when her mouth opens and closes on his balls, rolling her tongue around them; there's a joke somewhere she could make where she not occupied - or that he would make, surely, where he not preoccupied with not spilling too soon.

some other time, perhaps.

there's a tender spot near the base that he likes, the one that makes him jerk and tense and whimper like a boy; she goes for it, suckling with a happy hum before going back up, tongue heavy and wet. her cheeks are flushed already - they hollow as she takes him, a little bit more of him every time her head bobs back in, slow and steady, jaws growing more accustomed as she goes and goes and goes.]

[cheesy]

[it's a good thing they rent a house and not an apartment, where walls are shared between neighbors. even then, it wouldn't be too much of a surprise if they still managed to start getting complaints about their noises...

one such being the loud whine that sounds unbidden from his throat: a high keen of protest (against how well she knows that spot, how soon she uses it against him), but also of something like triumph (for how well she knows that spot, how soon she uses it against him).

his limbs have all turned to jelly; as predicted, his arm feels too weak to support his weight any longer; so he sags a little, just as Seren had pushed him to... tightly balling the bedsheets into his fists, and his back arching a little from the achingly wonderful heat of her mouth, her tongue around his cock.]