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The Highly Inappropriate Sexual Tension Meme

Touches. Glances. Sides brushing, so close to each other. The moment is, most likely, quite, subdued, and calm. Or it could be loud and full of life, right in the middle of a vivacious party. Yet, no matter the case, your blood is pumping - no, nearly boiling with the passion bubbling between you and your companion.

Unfortunately, this sexual tension is completely and absolutely out of line. Whether it be the place, the time, your relationship with the person (be that literal relation or power difference, age difference, experience difference, and so on), your own lack of knowledge, or personal convictions, you should not act on any building desires.

But here's the thing about tension: it builds. It builds, and it builds, until...

Well, even subtlety can come to an inappropriate head.

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This meme isn't for smut, though smut is allowed. What it is for is the delicious, anticipatory build up and the dances people can do to deny attraction. Foreplay, especially creative foreplay, is encouraged.
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( ooc | post rei )

[ They’ve got about half an hour before the match officially starts and Kuroo’s all pumped up and ready to go and so are the rest of his team. But clearing up the stadium for their turn does take a bit of time, and during the intermission Kuroo finds himself a touch fidgety as he waits in the locker room, occasionally fishing out his phone from his backpack and glancing suspiciously at the entrance every so often.

He’s had to brush off his teammates’ concern at several points, even insisting that it’s only a case of the jitters (which it is, to an extent), as he sits on a bench and says he’ll go over the pointers Coach Nekomata had given them earlier on, while the rest of his team goes out to get some fresh air and maybe a few drinks from the vending machine.

When the last of them finally files out of the locker room Kuroo takes a deep breath and immediately regrets the sweat-and-moldy-gym-sock scent lingering in the room—a stark contrast to an exquisite perfume that can never escape his notice, for it lingers like a promise, like a death threat.

He turns to the entrance, stuffing his phone back into his backpack, feeling his heart quicken— ]

You made it.

( she's all sweet smiles and waving when she crosses the threshold, beaming at him with an enthusiasm enough to power a small city. cheerleading is a profession she should try at some point, she thinks. )

of course! ♡ i had to show my support for kuroo-senpai after all. though.. ( something in the cheerful smile flickers, and steely blues hint at something that flash dangerously despite her saccharine tone. ) .. you have some gall asking me to come here, of all places.

( a huff. )

couldn't you have at least cleaned up the place first? ( but then she takes a step, the heels of her boots an echoing click on the floor. commandeering, as if that simple movement alone demands that eyes could only be on her. ) ah -- but the thing is with locker rooms is.. it's pretty out of sight, and only certain people have access to it.

( when she closes in after making her declarations, she presses the tip of her index against his chest -- her grin playful (mocking, bordering on predatory) but her words accusatory. )

was what what you wanted, senpai? to get a pretty girl like me all alone with you? uwah -- ! how dangerous, super dangerous.. were you planning to cop a feel, do this and that to me when no one's looking, even though someone could walk in at any time -- ?! ( then she blushes, suddenly bashful and looking like she's about to cry, as if she were the victim in this whole situation, even though she's the one cornering him in.

then it's as if a switch flips and she's not all that shy anymore, lifting her hand to tap her lip thoughtfully. ) i give it 5 points.

so then? what is it? want me to show you my support before the game?

( she's fairly sure she's seen this in a movie or something before. )

[Care for her as the leader of a rival gang (at least, rivals before the gang Tetsuo belonged to fell apart completely) who takes an interest in Tetsuo both for the tragedy that persistently surrounds him and his complete insanity (from her perspective, i.e. refusal to fall into despair in spite of having every reason)? She could barge into the abandoned building he squats in, or he could be captured by her gang while doing something reckless, or I'm open to other possibilities, too!

He's basically the king of UST, so generating tension will not be a problem... especially if she actually tries to enamor/seduce him, since the more he likes her, the more he's likely to friendzone himself. It's like unstoppable force/immovable object...]

( sure sure. i could roll with the second one with the capturing thing. that way there's a small audience?? she's gotta have some goons u see. )

[You cool with this guy?]

[Never had the pleasure of playing off him! More than happy to fix that now :D]

[ When she enters the room she commands all of his attention, offending gym sock smells or no (he’ll probably kill ‘Tora for being careless about his B.O. later probably). The only time his eyes can be said to waver is the way his gaze rakes down her body—almost involuntarily, really—taking in her petite form beneath the tightness of her designer clothes and the miles-long legs striding toward him, like a gazelle approaching a lion’s path heedless of the danger; and perhaps high school might be as treacherous as the savannas of Africa, although in Kuroo’s case he might have misunderstood the predator–prey dynamic altogether. ]

If I said your kind of motivation could really help the team out, will you believe me? [ Well, it’ll help him out, probably. He doesn’t know. But when you’re feeling the beginnings of an adrenaline rush before your match and your team feels unstoppable, well…

He’s not ignorant of the danger, else he wouldn’t have asked to meet her in a place like this—or to meet her at all. And danger, after all, might be the biggest rush of them all.

He takes a step nearer, and when he smiles it is, as always, full of teeth—like a used car salesman. ]

We might even end up multiplying your score five times over, Junko-chan. What’d’ya say?

( the way he looks at her -- now that's what she calls proper appreciation. perhaps the analogy was right, a hapless gazelle before a famished lion. it's just the kind of attention she meticulously cultivated for herself, wasn't it? and it works so wonderfully.

she doesn't seem to mind the staring. in fact, she thrives off of it. hours and hours of preening has to get her some kind of reaction right? )

the entiiiiiiire team? ( when she bats her lashes at him, she almost looks too innocent. so naive and doe-eyed. but what's being said by painted lips doesn't quite match the demeanor. ) so should i be expecting more company? this definitely wasn't a plus one situation, ku-ro-o-sen-pa-i.

( each enunciation of his name rolls off of her tongue in beats, and she's prodding at his chest rather insistently before curling up her finger in his uniform to yank him closer. )

not without dinner, further discussion and a signed contract anyway.

( and she doesn't look like she believes him one bit. but she's amused nonetheless.

leaning up on her tiptoes, she finally presses a kiss against his cheek in greeting, deceptively gentle and lingering. )

but if it's just you? sure, sure. i've got just the thing. ♡

( and just like that her smile turns just the slightest bit cruel, sharp gaze flicking down to examine him critically before humming her content, circling her arms around his neck to press against him. simply indulging him and the way he'd looked at her. letting him feel every curve instead of just seeing, trailing her nails down the back of his neck idly as she purrs. )

did senpai imagine pressing me up against those lockers, and having his way with me? making me whimper your name, knees nearly giving out under me? ( not that she'd ever submit like that, but it paints a pretty picture. her lips brush over his, parting hers just enough to offer a playful little nip. ) or did you just want me to give you something to make your teammates jealous over?

[Okay, so. The annual Titans reunion? Prooooobably not the best place to get your mack on with people that you've been crushing on. But in Kyle's defense, the whole day and evening the shindig was planned for, Wally, Gar, and Roy were all pretty much egging him on to go after Dick. He was actually planning on refraining, but someone seemed to make it their life's mission to keep the two in close proximity to each other.

And then there were the drinks. All Kyle wanted was a beer, but for some reason every time he asked for one, it was an Angry Balls, or he found shots in his hands. And after a certain point he couldn't exactly remember why he was trying to be a gentleman around Dick. Casual conversation turned into awkward, drunken, and damn obvious an amazing flirting session.

It seemed natural, in Kyle's eyes, that when people looked the other way, or when a room was briefly empty, that a hand would end up on that amazing ass of Dick's. And if he squeezed firmly, then oops was all he could say.]

[Dick had, for all intents and purposes, been a good boy and tried not to react to the increasingly flirtatious behavior from Kyle. But apparently his trick of swapping out alcohol for ginger beer wasn't going to fly tonight, and soon he's feeling warm, a bit fuzzy around the edges, and is actually leaning into Kyle's side... and then there's that squeeze to his ass.

Instead of kicking up a fuss or pulling away Kyle's hand though, he just gives the other man a slow, sidelong glance and a little smirk.]

Handsy much?

[The smirk is easily returned by Kyle, who by now has forgotten what tension even is. His hand stays exactly where it is as he turns more toward Dick.] I have no idea what you mean.

[Let me know, or feel free yourself, if you need any changes/additions!]

The Hungry Wolves gang had been something of a thorn in Junko's side for awhile, with their (relatively) wholesome attitudes and general decency, at least as far as street gangs went. Even so, whatever their philosophical differences, at least they weren't aggressive, violent maniacs like the Vipers, so they'd never really gotten into serious fights with her gang. And then they'd gone and imploded over the last few months, nearly all of them getting arrested, or killed, or crippled. The few who were still around gave up on the gang's old territory, leaving something of a vacuum.

Or at least, it would have been a vacuum, if not for the one runt who still squatted there, and still tore about the streets on his motorcycle, still picked fights with anyone who tried expanding into "his" turf. He was one of the youngest members of the gang, but he didn't back off an inch when the Hungry Wolves fell apart; if anything, he just got more determined. Where he should have been the picture of despair, he was still driving back the Vipers and finding time to lead cops on crazy chases for sport.

There was no way Tetsuo would have predicted just how much attention that would get him, though, from Junko. Vipers trying to move into his territory, he could deal with, since he wasn't really their priority; but a team sent specifically to get him was totally new. Even that didn't seem to dampen his spirits, though--by the way he was still struggling and cursing when she arrived, if he hadn't been tied to the chair, he'd have been picking a fight with her whole gang already, even blindfolded as he was.

"Kkhh OI I'm talkin'ayou, assholes! Lemme outta this chair an' you'll all be shittin' yer teeth out t'morrow!"

At least she could be sure he was just as wildly obstinate as she'd heard when it came to danger, anyway.

No?

[He just arches a little so he's pressing into that groping hand before stepping a little bit closer to Kyle.]

So that's not your hand, is it?

[ Innocence may have its charms (hello Karasuno’s second female manager), but ultimately Kuroo’s a guy of much baser desires. Junko’s fans can keep their image of the pure and untouchable idol; he can get something so much better—not a chance to corrupt something so pure (for she obviously has never been, or at least not since their fateful meeting), but something else entirely—something that speaks to those primal alley-cat instincts and that part of him that, despite his goofy-but-surprisingly-attentive team captain persona, tends to think more with his dick than with whatever rationality an ambitious sportsman such as he might possess.

But maybe it’s got a lot to do with her being one of the few girls to actually return instead of rebuff his affections—and he’s got to admit, the fact that she can rebuff him at any time, that her moods and indulgences are so hard-won, makes the experience so much the better.

Some guys just love their challenges.

So he lets her manhandle him a bit, pull him close, into a position so scandalously compromising to anyone walking in at that moment, and the thrill of it is already enough to send his heart pumping a crescendo as he wraps his arms about her small waist in turn, relishing in the thrill of it—the risk. ]

Maybe it’s all of the above and then some. [ Can he really add to her ramblings? He’s latched onto her every word, of course—her voice tends to pull him in like a tornado, her rapid-fire delivery sucking him in until his head spins and he finds himself in an entirely different reality, one dictated by Junko in all her vicious attractiveness.

He lets a hand roam just a bit lower, to slide over her hips and thigh, reaching for the skin under that blessedly short skirt. ]

Maybe I wanna show them that I’m keeping you for myself. After all… [ If she doesn’t duck away in time, he’ll punctuate that with a peck of her lips. ]

…I could just eat you up. [ She can take that as she will. Her outrageous statements do exert their own influence on him, after all—here, he’s pretty much tripping up on that Junko high, and that bodes terribly stupid things for everyone involved. ]

( the girl only seems to lean into his touch, hips rolling into the wandering hand as a pleased hum escapes her. distracting, but ultimately inspiring. she has a few ideas she wants to play with. )

can you now.

( it's a low murmur, simmering at the back of her throat. and she lets him kiss her, to have a taste -- a hint -- of strawberry on the gloss she's painted on her lips its tinted with. it's sweet, saccharine like her tone, covering the cruel coolness that was simply her.

and she returns the kiss, a breathy little noise slipping off of her tongue as she parts her lips, teeth tugging at his bottom kip as she curls her fingers into cropped locks, pink tongue drawing along the spot she'd bit idly before pulling away. )

you could, you know. ( a grin tugs on her lips then, one that'd put the cheshire's to shame, and her steely blues are sparkling with mirth. ) how 'bout it? and if you win this match, i'll even return the favor after the game.

( the sheer possibility of being walked in during something like that was enough to thrill her, really, she even licks at her canine thoughtfully at the idea. )

[ And just like that, all further thoughts of responsibility—of making time for his team-seem suddenly a distant concern as she deepens the kiss and he finds himself inexorably drawn into this little rabbit hole of desire.

So much for motivating the entire team.

The strawberry sings a sultry little tune over his tongue, the taste of it somehow thickening—cloying in the atmosphere. ]

We’ve got maybe fifteen minutes, maybe ten. [ Maybe even longer than that if she manages to distract him from the game outright—and wouldn’t that be an ever so despairing twist to their little affair? Nonetheless Kuroo is a gambling man and he always always plays to win, even in scintillating little games like this.

And, emboldened by her promise, he lets out a Cheshire-cat grin to mirror her own and runs his hand up her thigh, hiking her skirt up—and though unseen from this angle, he can easily imagine the brief flash of her panties—if she’s even wearing any, the salacious little minx—peering from underneath her miniskirt. ]

you better work quick then, hm?

( she drags her nails along his scalp easily enough, tilting her head just enough to press her lips against his jaw, teeth nipping at his earlobe with a purr. it's delightful, really, how his fingers feel against her skin. the warmth bubbling in her core is almost unbearable. )

because either way, you don't get to leave until you finish what you started.

( a threat, a promise -- all rolled into one.

the girl even helps, unwinding one of her arms to let her hand wander low, over his chest and abdomen, his hip, before skating up the insides of her thighs to pick at the edge of her skirt.

he wanted to see, right? that cute, lacy, delicate little thing that barely counts as panties. black and intricate in their design, decorated with the smallest red ribbon at its hem. )

on your knees, then.

[ Will he ever feel the warmth of a woman’s breath in his ear in this lifetime ever again? The verdict points to a resounding no, but to go any further would risk a fuckton of things that he’s worked f—

Ahahahahaha, no, he’s putty in her hands and she’s so close that she’s beginning to overwhelm his senses—from that tease of strawberry to the light brush of her skirt against his hand—

And it takes a hell of a lot of willpower for him to even pull away from this position, flush together as they are—but he’s learned a long, long time ago that he could never really refuse her.

So he eases himself onto his knees, shamelessly letting their bodies brush against each other in his descent, until he’s face to face with her skirt and both his hands are gripping at her thighs—not so much to hold them in place as to simply feel them between his hands, this exquisite pair that she somehow makes so incredibly erotic with only a twitch of her hips and just the daintiest step forward…

Models truly are another species entirely, aren’t they? ]

( and she could only really watch as he falls to his knees, not so subtly pressing against her on the way down. pleased, she's not at all shy about sinking her fingers through his bangs. not even a light grip just yet, just enough to keep him in place and steady him as she unashamedly swings her leg over his shoulder.

he'd seemed so fond of it, after all.

and digs her heel into his spine. to keep herself steady, to inflict some pain, to give her silent permission to do what he went down there for.)

let's put your tongue to good use, hm? ( and she giggles, high on the adrenaline and sheer possibility that one of his teammates could find her with their team captain like this. ) we've only got a few minutes left.

( and she intends on having him walk away from this encounter with a taste of her on his tongue -- give him something to think about during the game. )

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