bakerstreet | If you kiss me, mister...

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If you kiss me, mister...

+1 hardcore, x100 guilt

Part of the appeal of the (under)age difference kink, as in legal-aged characters being involved with those that are underage, is how absolutely taboo and fucked up it is in most cultures. Romance is nice, but let's be honest; it's messed up, even if there is a romantic element. And that's what makes it fun. This meme is for nitty, gritty, not always pretty side of underage. You can play the psychological angles of both sides, whether their actions makes the older party tormented for their decision, and all the filthy, dirty, guilty, and sexy facets this kink can offer.

But my character is a good dude and would never _____! Well, you can always say it's a moment of weakness, they didn't think, aliens made them do it, emotions made them do it - or say fuck it, it's a meme. Make them feel guilty about it later.

But my character is underage and I want them to be the older party. Age them up or play against someone younger.

+ Comment with your character. Include if your character is younger or older. Optionally, put their age.
+ Include the lowest age you're willing to play with.
+ Any other preferences you have should be added, too.

prompts

guilty - You are a terrible, loathsome person. This is awful, you're awful, it shouldn't feel so awfully good.

innocence - You shouldn't find their innocence and naivety as sexy as you do.

punishment - How dare that child look so alluring? They need to be punished for making self-respecting people think bad things about them.

over the moon - This younger person clearly thinks you hung the moon and stars. It's painfully obvious. Is that something you would take to your advantage...at least without a second thought?

spanking - They're being a little brat. They deserve a whippin'. Where things will go afterwards, who could possibly know?

cherry - Is it a surprise they're a virgin? Taking that away is now on your shoulders.

mold - Such soft, nubile clay to mold into your perfect, most desired lover.

better than them - The ones closer to their age? They're trash. Show them what true experience can do, and they'll be hooked on you.

too sultry, too oblivious - They have no idea what they're doing to you - and how the innocence is an added turn on.

overdeveloped - They look like an adult and it's hard to miss.

underdeveloped - They markedly don't look like an adult, and that's what you like.

sneaking about - This affair isn't the kind of thing you can put out in public, so you have to be careful and not get caught

teaching - Sex isn't just known, its techniques are learned. And learning needs a teacher, of course.

want you to have a good time - Might as well be a fun time for all if you're doing it.

addicted - No matter how much guilt you feel, how disgusting you think you are, you just can't keep away.

age ain't nothing but a number - You're from a species where age doesn't matter, as you're longlived or nearly ageless. Unfortunately, the rest of the world isn't the same.

incest - Self-explanatory, though almost infinitely worse than anything else here.

public - There's a chance to get caught, and that is dangerous with a capital D, but the thrill is too much.

humiliation - You're never too young or too old to learn humility - or sexual humiliation.

my young girlfriend/boyfriend - No shame here. You're owning your sins, if you even view them as such.

unexpected - Usually, men are painted as the ones going after young girls or boys. But what about women?

___ of a friend - You're a parent, guardian, older sibling, or friend of one of their friends.

daddy kink, mommy kink - Can you provide them with what they've never had?

true "love" - You really love them. You can't...you can't help who you love. Your intentions are good, and that counts, right?

skimpy clothing - Young people can get away with it; still, it's risky to wear around you

student/teacher - Because this is obligatory.

reminder - School uniforms. Making out under the bleachers. References you don't get. All reminders that you aren't the same age. Maybe that excites you.

pressured - You don't want to do this, you really don't...they won't stop, they say they like you, you're beautiful.

dominant minor - What if the younger is taking advantage of the older?

chasing the youth fountain - Being with them makes you feel younger.

romantic - You'll be gentle with them, because you at least have that going for you now.

BDSM - They're too young to completely understand their own sexuality. More kink isn't a good idea.

blackmail - Well, well, well, you wouldn't want this to come out, would you? You'd be shamed. You'd be ruined.

non-con - No frills.

guardian - You were supposed to take care of them and keep them out of harm's way. What the hell have you done?

jealousy - They belong to you. Not those little losers making eyes at them.
anatomy lesson - It's innocent to teach them how puberty has changed their bodies.

how low can you go - There's flirtation, there's chemistry, there's more, yet you're doing everything BUT penetrative sex. That counts for something.

wait it out - To your credit, you're waiting until they're legal. Or trying to, but that only makes you want it more.

you said you were older! - You only realized that you should have carded them when you're down and dirty.

run away - To get away from those who would keep you apart, the two of you have run away together.

pregnancy - They were old enough apparently, and now things have gone much too far. Will you continue even after they begin to show? Will you support them? Maybe it's your dream to see them barefoot and pregnant.

W I L D C A R D

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[the younger part, will be his 15 year old canon version for this one. Kink List

Edited 2017-08-31 17:10 (UTC)

_{[younger party, happy to age him down a little to 18 or 16 max]}

_{[I play him around 16 or so. Cross canon and assumed CR welcome]}

Option one: The older party. 16 is the youngest age I'll play against.

Option two: The younger party. Playing Scott as 16 years old.

Hannah is one of the quieter students in Mr. Summers' class. She has the body of a college student, great grades, and a sweet, placid personality; she could be one of the most popular girls in junior year or even the entire high school. But she hides her breasts under oversized sweaters and prefers to study instead of socialize. She often does homework in the classroom after the day is over, preferring the solitude of the school to her noisier home life. And she likes Mr. Summers. He's friendly and nice, and he doesn't think she's weird for her after school habits.

Today is much like any other. Hannah has been reading at her desk for a while, but the warm afternoon sun heats the classroom and makes it too stuffy for her big sweater. When it's time for her self-imposed break, she strips her sweater off, leaving her in her white blouse and uniform skirt. The blouse is tight around Hannah's breasts, and as she gets back to reading, she starts to unconsciously fiddle with the top buttons, eventually popping them open to let her breathe, and revealing quite a bit of cleavage in the process.

[ooc: Want me to play Mr. Summers as the nice type of teacher or as the corrupting type?]

Mr. Summers made a habit of poking his head into the classroom doorway, knowing Hannah would be there studying at this time of day. Sometimes he would say hello; other times she seemed particularly absorbed into studying. She was a good kid, so he didn't worry about her.

Today he was treated to the sight of her taking off her sweater and unbuttoning her blouse. This confirmed his theory about her bust size. It had been the subject of idle gossip amongst her peers and even some of the faculty (he'd overheard such talk in the teacher's lounge), but seeing it firsthand was something else.

He stared. He couldn't help it. When he realized he was breathing heavily enough to be audible, he cleared his throat. "Hannah. How are you? Getting warm these days, isn't it?"

[ooc: Let's go with corrupting type!]

"Oh!" Hannah looks up from her book, noticing Mr. Summers for the first time when he clears his throat. "Hi, Mr. Summers."

She lowers the book and lays it down on her desk, still open to her page, but all her attention now focused on her teacher. She doesn't notice how doing this and leaning forward attentively to chat squishes her ample breasts closer together.

"Yes, it's a lot warmer than I thought this afternoon." She smiles. "I wish the classroom had air conditioning."

As he crossed from the side entrance to the front of the room, Scott watched the student leeeeaaan forward in her seat, unconsciously revealing a sight so many boys (and certain girls) would have envied.

"The air conditioning is sadly on the fritz," Mr. Summers replied. "It certainly picked a heck of a time. Hopefully the repairman will fix it soon; it's only going to get hotter from here until summer." In truth, the air conditioning was a low priority on purpose: the usual suspects in the teachers' lounge wanted to see as many girls unbutton their blouses as possible, without being obvious about it.

"But don't worry," he reassured her, placing a hand on her shoulder, "it's just the two of us here, so whatever you have to do to stay comfortable is fine by me. I'm tempted to start climbing out of my own shirt as well." Besides slacks, he was wearing a long-sleeved button-up that he'd already rolled up to his forearms.

When he said that, Hannah immediately flushed, finally realizing how much she had stripped off.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, Mr. Summers!" She clutches the neck of her blouse, trying to tug it closed while at the same time pulling the fabric so tight against her breasts that the pattern of her bra was visible beneath it. "Normally you're the only person who ever comes around, and I just wasn't thinking."

Scott waved a hand. "Oh no, like I said it's fine," he reassured her, the reflection of her visible in his ever-present red sunglasses.

Even when she was trying not to give him a view, she was giving him a view. He appreciated that. "You don't have to keep yourself covered around me, Hannah. I want you to be comfortable."

Hannah relaxed at his repeated reassurances, slowly letting her hand fall from her blouse.

"I just feel really at home in your classroom, but you know I wasn't trying to be weird..." she said, still a little flustered. "But you won't tell anyone, right? I don't want people to get the wrong idea."

He smiled as her hands dropped and he relaxed. "I won't tell anyone," he promised. "Anything that happens in this room is between you and me." His fingertips trailed from her shoulder down her arm as he said this.

"Want me to get you something to drink?"

That light touch down her arm made Hannah shiver a little, but she brushed her own reaction aside, telling herself it was nothing. After all, Mr. Summers had just promised he wouldn't let any strange rumors about her get out, and she had nothing but gratitude for that. Plus it was kind of fun to be so relaxed for once.

"That would be so kind of you," she answered. "I'd love something to drink."

Mr. Summers was practiced at keeping his expressions calm and difficult to read, so he didn't let on how delighted he was by her shiver.

"I'll be right back," he promised her before he left the room. This was the part in which a particularly unscrupulous teacher might take the opportunity to drug her drink with an aphrodisiac... but no. It was a bit too hot for that. Instead, while he was in the teacher's lounge, he used his phone to turn on a hidden camera inside his classroom. It was up and running, recording Hannah for posterity.

He took his time getting back, wanting Hannah to sweat in the hot classroom a little more. Re-entering the room, he handed her the water bottle and sat at the edge of her desk, continuing to make small talk with her. "So, how are things at home?"

Even if he had slipped something into her drink, Hannah was too trusting and too respectful of authority to suspect him of it. She accepted the water bottle gratefully, still feeling a little shy about the state of her uniform. But it really was that hot and only getting hotter as the sun set right in the classroom windows. Hannah fanned herself with her hand a little before taking a long drink.

Then Mr. Summers asked about her home life, and, well, she wasn't sure how deeply she should get into it.

"Everything's fine," she said. "My parents are pretty focused on my brothers, so as long as I keep my grades up they don't have to worry about me. It's just kind of noisy at home, so it can be hard to concentrate on homework."

She smiled. "I really appreciate you letting me work here after school."

He listened as she described her home life. As he did so, he watched her fan herself and take a drink, and he began unbuttoning his shirt, starting with the top button, then the second one...

"It's not a problem, Hannah. You can think of this classroom as your home away from home. It's a shame you're not getting the attention you need with your own family."

He let loose the third button... then the fourth, giving more of a glimpse at his bare chest.

She did catch a glimpse, and averted her eyes with a blush. He was just getting comfortable like she was. Nothing more to it. She tried to keep her tone light when she replied.

"I don't need much attention, really. It gives me more time to focus on school stuff and... well, I guess that's about it." She gave him a wry smile. "I don't really go out with my classmates."

Soon a fifth button followed as he kept up the conversation. "So you don't date, either, I'm guessing. That's a shame. As important as a work ethic is, there's a lot you end up missing out on as a teenager. Once you're an adult, there will be even more responsibilities and fewer opportunities to enjoy life. I would recommend making connections and enjoying yourself as much as you can while you're young. Take it from someone who didn't have much of an adolescence."

As he said this, he slowly walked around behind Hannah's seat and gently placed his hands on her shoulders, massaging them to help her loosen up.

"Mr... Summers?" Hannah appreciated the advice on dating, even though she felt like she just wasn't ready for it yet. But then she felt Mr. Summers' hands, warm and firm on her shoulders, and the touch was as unexpected as it was confusing. It didn't feel bad... it actually felt kind of nice the way he was rubbing and squeezing her shoulders, easing the tension out of them. She just didn't think this was something they ought to be doing.

His hands continued massaging her shoulders. "Just ... relax." His voice was low and soothing ... perhaps even hypnotic. He wanted her defenses to be lowered as much as possible. "You can trust me ... with anything."

The temptation was strong to dip his hands lower and partake of her glorious breasts. All in due time.

Hannah couldn't help but release a sigh as Mr. Summers massaged her with that expert touch; he clearly knew what he was doing.

"Are... are you sure we should be...?" she asked, groaning softly as she leaned back into his hands. There was something so confident and alluring about the way that he touched her, about that soft, low voice in her ear, that she couldn't possibly pull away.

He could feel and hear her sigh and relax; he knew she was his. "I'm sure, Hannah... just relax... and let me take your mind off of everything."

His massage continued, his hands gradually dipping lower and lower over her collarbones and onto the swells of her breasts. Soon his hands were cupping and caressing her globes with the same care he'd given her shoulders. His breath was a steady presence in her ear.

Her breath caught in her throat when she felt his hands brush against her breasts. Just an accident, she told herself, but it was not an accident that made him slide them lower, until he was kneading both of her breasts with that same firm, attentive touch.

"M-Mr. Summers..." she gasped his name out, shivering as she felt his breath hot against her ear. It felt incredible, but so wrong at the same time, but she couldn't pinpoint where the line had been crossed, where she had gone from encouraging his touch to feeling young and vulnerable under his hands.

"I don't think we should-"

He kept up the same rhythm with both his hands and his breath. "Ssshhh... you're safe with me," he whispered. "You feel safe with me, don't you, Hannah?"

His hands were strong but gentle. They worshiped her soft skin and her nipples, even through her blouse and bra.

"I don't know," Hannah admitted breathlessly. It's true the rhythm of his hands massaging her breasts felt wonderful, but the way he whispered against her neck made her tremble in his arms.

"I don't know what you want from me."

His lips pressed against her earlobe. "I want you to be mine. I want you to experience pleasure. I want you to feel as beautiful as I see you. I want you, Hannah."

He could feel that her nipple had slipped free of her bra. He rubbed it with his thumb through the thin material of her blouse.

She shivered again, and her cheeks flushed as she felt warmth blossom between her thighs.

"But I-I'm not-" she started to say, her heart pounding as she felt Mr. Summers' lips on her ear, his thumb teasing her nipple through her blouse, until it stiffened for him.

"Why me?"

"Because you're special." With that, he captured her earlobe between his lips, sliding his tongue along it as his thumb and fingers played with her stiff nipple in earnest.

"You're such a smart, beautiful young woman. I want to see all of you." He began sliding her open blouse off her shoulders until her bra-clad breasts were free of it.

Hannah squirmed in her chair, pressing her thighs together as the touch of Mr. Summers' lips and tongue made her body throb with helpless desire.

"Mr. Summers, I've never- What if I'm not good?" she asked, breathless and innocent as he slid her blouse off her shoulders.

Her body language said it all -- the squirming in her chair, the pressing of her thighs. He had her.

He moved around to the side of her desk, crouching to bring himself eye-level with her breasts. He looked up at her, making sure her aroused, disheveled state was reflected in his sunglasses. "I'll teach you," he replied. "I'll make it good for you."

Cupping her breasts from the front, he started kissing the exposed flesh of her breasts, licking the nipple that peeked out from the cup of her bra.

Hannah took in a deep, shuddering breath and turned in her desk so she faced Mr. Summers.

He always was a good teacher.

His lips were warm and soft on the skin of her breasts, and the wet caress of his tongue around her nipple made her gasp with pleasure. Was it okay for her to enjoy this? Her head felt fuzzy in the heat of the classroom, any sense of right and wrong melting under his touch, the insistent heat between her legs begging for more.

"Ah- Mr. Summers..." She bit her lower lip and squirmed again, enjoying this despite her hesitation.

Soon he was unbuttoning and removing her blouse the rest of the way. He leaned in and kissed her neck as he reached around to unfasten her bra. Once that garment was pulled away from her arms and off her body, he kissed her full on the lips, deepening the kiss until his tongue roamed inside her mouth.

Rather than rushing from one action to the next, he took his time. He wanted her to experience all the sensations. He wanted to build up to the act of taking her virginity as he secretly filmed it.

Hannah had no idea the cameras were rolling as her teacher slowly seduced her, guiding her through each moment with a practiced hand as he drew her closer to surrendering her innocence to him. She was already well on her way to giving in, tilting her head to expose the length of her throat to his mouth, a whimper her only resistance when he tugged her bra away and exposed her large breasts to his lascivious gaze.

She had no time to blush or cover herself up because he was kissing her then, his lips pressed firmly to hers, his tongue plying her with gentle strokes until she parted her lips to it, welcoming it into the heat of her mouth. She was trapped in her desk, with Mr. Summers blocking her only way out, but it felt so good to give in that she didn't even notice she had no escape. She brushed her tongue shyly against his, demonstrating how new she was at all of this, but more importantly, the fact that she wanted more from him.

Her fingers trembling, she sought out one of his hands and guided it to the warm swell of her breast, making sure to press his thumb against the perky nub of her nipple.

( younger party - she's 18, but i can age her down to 16, etc. )

[She is definitely the younger party here! Youngest I am willing to play her is 16.

Open to M/F and F/F as well as cross-canon, cross-medium and assumed cr. I am also more than willing to set the scenario for us so if you're interested in playing something out with Hermione just tag and let me know if you'd like me to start us off!]

(kinks here, Souji would be a college boy with an underaged girlfriend or possibly a one-night stand after an intense intellectual conversation - if you're interested in anything in particular, you could start; or I'd also be more than willing to?)

[ Younger party, aged 18. ]

[Younger party, age 17, most interested in 2, 3, 6, 9, 10, 18, 22, 26, 32, 33, 34. Kink list here.]

[A younger party of the early to late teens variety. Kinks for reference.]

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