Is it Thursday? Must be Mid-Fuck!

[simplememes]

Are you tired of building up to the act? Do you sometimes wish for a chance to skip the conversation and go straight for the scenario you've always wanted to experience?

In that case, rejoice! This meme was made for you.

THE RULES:

1. Post with your character in the middle of having sex.
2. Any scenario and level of description is allowed!
3. Other characters reply as your character's partner in that fuck!
4. Keep going and finish the act.
5. Go for another round or have fun with cuddling and afterplay.
6. Have fun!

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[rfacoordinator]

[I couldn't resist the lure of a character with multiple canon love stories, so I made the account yesterday ^^; Here we go!]

[It wasn't as if she didn't know Jumin was into control -- even the way he conducted himself in the chatroom suggested a man who knew exactly how much power he had and exactly how to use it. It was one of the traits that had initially appealed him to her, honestly; she never quite craved the BDSM lifestyle, but she couldn't deny that it crept into her porn stash every now and again.

And then there was the real Jumin, every bit as poised as he was online, until they were behind a locked door. Zen had warned her that all men were beasts, but Jumin was anything but; he was a creature of logic, and knew that the reward was sweeter the longer someone waited to have it. And he was going to drive the lesson home for her with frustrating patience.

Her hands were bound together behind her back with a black silk cloth at her wrists, and a similar cloth wrapped over her eyes meant she couldn't see or touch anything. She was on her knees on his bed, body sloping downwards so her head and shoulder were pressed into the firm mattress. Her breasts hung low enough that her nipples brushed the textured sheets whenever she squirmed, which was often. Her neglected sex was swollen and red, desperate for attention that Jumin gave sparingly.]

H-Hah... [She gasped, trying so hard not to beg him to touch her clit, which burned with the need for friction. Even if he would just get on with it and fuck her, she would be fine with any relief. But she knew begging only meant a longer wait. Her master was stern, but fair. Always fair.]

[catwine]

[ He had everything set up long before she even arrived--he always had everything set up, but the setting just always happened to be a little different somehow. Last time it was all lace and soft things, set up to make her feel particularly feminine and light. The pink had been a little grating on his eyes but she had looked lovely settled back against the pillows, so much so that he couldn't hate the color anymore. She had been a princess. That was the last time.

Tonight... ah, tonight was the other side of the coin. Tonight was ties and sensory deprivation and complete control. She wasn't even allowed to move, save for her futile wiggling. The command was more verbal than anything, his trust that she would obey speaking volumes of how highly he placed her. And she was doing a splendid job of it so far. Jumin lounged on the bed beside her, leaning up against the headboard with a perfect view of everything she had to offer him. The noise made him smile and he tilts his head, running his fingers lightly over the curve of her raised ass, the cheeks tinted pink from earlier abuse.

A pause, and his hand cracks against it, the smack echoing around them and leaving behind a red hand print. ]

Look at you...

[ It's the perfect view. She looks so beautiful. ]

[rfacoordinator]

[His hand is cool against her tender skin, and the sensation of his fingers delicately skating over her body makes her panting slow and deep. And perhaps her guard is too low, or else she's trying not to get wound up with anticipation, because when Jumin's caress turns into a deafening smack, another perfect spank in a night full of them, too many for her to count, she yelps.]

A-Ah! Oh, fuck... [The expletive crosses her lips before she can stop it, and the moment she catches her mistake, all of her muscles visibly go tense; there's no way her polite, stern Master will let her dirty mouth go unpunished.]