tuesday sexting;

[soxting]

the phone sex +
sexting meme

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[venaris]

( he swallows that little noise of hers, and despite how he appreciates the urgency she puts back to that kiss, he'd much rather keep her seated in his lap, using that hand at her thigh to anchor her back down against the roughened seam of his denim, sure she can feel it through whatever panties she wore beneath that damn skirt. tongue gently pries her lips open, but there isn't much patience as much as their is hunger to his mouth any longer.

a husky groan emits the bed of his throat, and it's only a moment before he's sneaking palm beneath soft fabric of her skirt, dipping under panties' rim in order to get a clutch full of her ass, greedy in the way he gropes it, uses it to help grind her against him the moment he bucks up to meet the motion.

at the moment, he doesn't give a damn what her reputation is, cause something tells him she's all too willing to be a bad girl just for him. )

[perfectible]

[ the thin cotton panties she's wearing do very little to keep her from feeling the rough fabric of his jeans of the way it presses up against just the right place. she's so distracted by this sensation that she parts her lips for his tongue easily, without much thought.

she slides her tongue along his, deepening the kiss so that he isn't doing all the work. betty cooper isn't as passive as she might look, despite what some people might see.

of course, when his hand grabs at her ass without much preamble, she lets out a soft sound of surprise into his mouth, one that melts into something like a muffled moaning sound as he grinds up into her. Oh, well... that's nice.

her hand leaves the worn leather seat to grip at the back of his head, her body rocking a little above his, if only to arch her way closer to him. good girl, bad girl. whoever she was truly, she knows which one she wants to be right now.]

[venaris]

( don't admit it aloud, betty, cause he's got a hell of a praise kink and he's already close to grumbling out that term, to testing the limits as to what she may or may not be into. there's so many things he wants to do to her, breaking from her mouth with a soft grunt only to graze his mouth along her jaw, scruff and teeth colliding in a roughened brush, that hand against her ass reeling her in for another lavish grind, directing her perfectly against where he needs her. )

Y'gonna be bad for me, baby? ( already his tone's dropped an octave, rougher in it's tone as that hand at her nape falls to the lower of her back, dips between her thighs from beneath to pull them a bit further apart. a bite beneath her ear, something light, but a reminder of how thin the skin was just there, still testing the waters. )

[perfectible]

[ everything is going from zero to sixty. and it's better that way. betty cooper overthinks things, always. and right now even she is having trouble concentrating on anything other than the heat of his mouth pressed to hers, the hard press of his body as it keeps close to hers, then the way his mouth works along her jaw, drawing another quiet sound from her.

her eyes flutter and fall closed once more, this time moving with the grind of his hips, adding one of her own, catching onto the motion and just how great it feels.

his words, however, are what make her shiver the most. the way his voice sounds, it's dangerous and bordering on dirty, it thrills her as much as the way his hand slides between her legs to pull them apart more. she lets out a shaky sigh, nodding a little.] Yeah... Yes, I can be bad.

[venaris]

( he's never been much for taking things slow—theres a time and a place, and with how much he's been thinking of her, the lead up from that evening alone, he doesn't have it in him to explore her with the worship she rightfully deserves. he'll still treat her right, though, god will he, making an effort to shrug her out of her coat while he suckles a brief mark into the skin just above her pulse-not deep enough to last too much longer than their endeavor.

but oh, how he's tempted.

even her skin is sweet, the gentle presence of perfume greeting his senses, intoxicating him, and he's using his grip on her ass to lift her a bit reluctantly now, slipping fingers along the heat of her panties, sneaking inside to graze two fingertips through the already slick line of her folds. he groans, hissing through his teeth as mouth trails to her collar. )

[perfectible]

[ her coat is discarded in the direction of the passenger seat, she's too distracted to care where it actually lands. his mouth is hot against her skin and she lets out a soft moan when she feels it making its mark. her fingers curl at his scalp as her other hand moves to grip at his bicep as if trying to anchor herself lest she floats away.

oh. suddenly his hand slips beneath the fabric of her underwear, pushing between her thighs to touch her. she sucks in a sharp, surprised breath before she practically pants out his name. the sensation isn't completely new, she's touched herself, she knows how good it can feel. and that's what has her rocking against his fingers because his deliciously rough fingers are not anything close to her own delicate fingers. her mouth practically waters with the idea of it, knowing what this might lead to, being both nervous and excited.

his mouth wanders along the collar of her button-down shirt, which is, of course, buttoned up tight. well, it was until her hand leaves his arm to fumble with the first few buttons, eager to feel his tongue and teeth on more of her skin, trying to distract herself from how good this all feels.

her nails bite a little into his scalp now, her other hand manages a few more buttons before it moves to drag down the front of his chest, nails biting gently at his skin through his chest.]