bakerstreet | Lemme give you a line

1. "They've always said my mouth's going to get in trouble, might as well put it to good use."
2. "I was under the impression that I was supposed to be the one with insatiable, uncontrollable hormones."
3. [ almost cute, probably embarrassing, definitely virginal moaning and groaning. ]
4. [ adjusts his hat after exploring hands have tussled it from its proper place. ]

[1] "I-I never read anything about this."
[2] "Teach me."
[3] "They already think I'm strange - one more rumor from them to gossip about won't hurt me."
[4] "Promise...promise me that you'll grow your beard out."

1. "Fuck me harder, I'm skinny, not fucking fragile."

2. On her knees, pulling her partner closer.

3. "Fuck. We need to fucking sneak off somewhere."

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(I'm cool with it, hell, Jane's 19, so him being 21 was also fine :p just write up a starter based on one of my prompts and we'll go from there)

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((Fair warning tho: I'm tossing this up pretty much right before I leave for work, so it'll be a while before i can respond again.))

A firecracker fueled by sheer determination, spite, and frequent use of the word 'fuck' and a great deal of its variants without hesitance or shame (unless, of course, there was someone of a single-digit age around, but that was rare). Dressed in a short skirt, fishnet top and stockings, heeled knee-high boots and a skeleton-hand bikini-top beneath that aforementioned top, we have our pint sized, skinny friend Jane.

"Crappy beer, piss-poor sets, and fucking boring drunken assholes who aren't worth the piss they're drinking."

Plus, let's be honest: She was bored, a little drunk, and she was horny. Sébastien looked like he'd be a good time to be had by all, and by god he pinged a few of her buttons just by looking at him.

Jane made a face as she looked at the state of the bar and their surroundings, debating where the hell they should even go, "Hm, bathrooms are probably about as sorry a fucking state as the rest of this place," and they're kinda a gross idea anyway, as public bathrooms tend to be, "You got any complaints about heading outside and seeing where the fucking hell inspiration takes us?"

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Oh, it was probably going to blow.

Just in a much, much different way than Sébastien may have initially believed. Because here we have Jane, lightly drunk, and making decisions by the seat of her (lack of, with the skirt) pants. Here, she's made a new friend who's clearly into similar sensibilities as herself, and is willing to fuck off (and probably fuck her--as she's soon due to find out).

She snorted as he stole the bottle of blackjack, and fortunately, they fit in with this crowd well enough that they disappear into it, bottle and Jane's hand in hand. Jane herself snickering the entire time as they escape the bar.

"Hell if I fucking know, I'm just thinking we should find somewhere to tear each others' clothes off."

As blunt and forward as a hammer to the face, but Jane is indeed herself and she can't deny that. "At least, if you're up for that sorta fuckin' thing. It'd be a lot more fun than that bullshit there they were calling music, that's for damn sure."

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No, there's no shocked self-righteousness at all, simply for the fact that Jane has no fucks to give about that sort of thing, especially since they aren't going to be caught at all. She is who she is, and she embraces that whole heartedly with no shame whatsoever.

If that wasn't obvious in how she dressed, skimpy, gothy, and showing off, it was definitely so in how she spoke.

"I'm not some fucking faint hearted little waif. Maybe I like it there. Especially if it's as fuckin' dirty as mine." Jane admitted out loud, taking the moment to stretch, especially since she could, now. Heading into a bar full of people wasn't usually her thing, but tonight she wanted something different.

That, and she wanted to get laid.

Sébastien was already seeming like he was going to be a very fun new friend indeed. He obviously had no complications about finding somewhere--anywhere to mess around, and Jane already liked that plan (in having her poorly hidden exhibitionist streak), "Hm." Thoughtful, she spoke up. "River's edge is closest, but it's also the riskiest. We might be spotted."

There's a beat where she looks to be seriously considering somewhere else.

"Y'know what. That sounds abso-fucking-lutely hot. Let's do it."

To be fair, completely sober Jane might possibly make the same decision.

Just uh.

Not nearly so quickly. "Name's Jane, by the way. Since you're gonna be fuckin' moaning it for me in a few minutes."

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Hopefully not too drunk to get it up. Ahem.

Jane steals the bottle and takes a hearty swig of the drink before passing it back as they drunkenly wander towards the riverside. Fortunately, it's as Jane pointed out, it's not too far from the bar, and it's even got a rather conveniently placed bench that she's quick to lead Sébastien towards, urging him to sit on it.

Before he can protest too much, Jane's climbing into his lap--while there was that lapse in thought on her part earlier, there's no hesitation whatsoever here. As she's of similar mind as her new friend: When it comes to boning, she's almost always up for it.

Sometimes at the most inappropriate times or situations, and with her damn-the-consequences type of personality, it lead to her getting in trouble more than once.

But let's be real. She didn't fucking care as long as she wasn't jailed.

"Fuck yeah, high times are on the way. Fucking good fucking times." She pressed forward against his pelvis, rolling her thighs forward, snaking a hand into his hair and pulling him into a hungry kiss.

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Feeling his jeans tighten for obvious reasons, Jane shifted the angle of her hips oh so slightly to roll her hips against him, the very slight underwear she was wearing beneath that ridiculously short black skirt she was wearing, hearing the moan at her hand in his hair, she gave it a light, experimental tug at the kiss broke, for access to his neck, and to see how he reacted to her touch as she kissed and nibbled at his throat.

Her other hand raked down his chest, tugging at his shirt to she can push her hand up beneath it, to rake her fingernails along his chest and stomach beneath the cloth. "Fuckin' hell. You want this as fuckin' bad as I do, don't you?"

Her hips pushed forward, grinding against the bulge in Sébastien's jeans. Jane doesn't say it aloud, but she's definitely glad he's not that lost to the booze.

God, she's gonna fucking ride him like she stole him.

Among other things.

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A) "Well now, if that is an interesting way to finalize an agreement, I can't say I'm complaining.

B) "Oh my, dear, you want me to do that?"

Edited 2017-10-05 00:19 (UTC)

"I do, I do. If you are willing." Anakin was curious about all things sexual, and well, Delia was a font of experience and knowledge in that area.

And he liked her, a lot, even if he cloaked that in some fun-loving trust.

1. "I'm Your Huckleberry."

2. "Buckle Up."

3. "Boom Goes The Dynamite."

1. "Challenge accepted."

2. "C'mon, you wanna give me a run for my money, don't you?"

1. "Ah. But the truth is... you like being teased, right?"

2. "Shhh.... They'll hear you if you're not quiet~"

3. "Don't look away."

4. "Mmh? What's wrong? Is your own hand not enough for you after all?"

5. "Well, you've managed to pin me down. Now what will you do~?"

6. "You're so cute like this... Can you come for me one more time?"

7. "Hehe- fine, fine~ I'll behave."

[It's a little ridiculous how much the words affect him, almost as much as anything else. Not just the... Embarrassing dirty-talk aspect of being asked to come again (and he's in tears from how worn out he is from coming twice already), but being praised. Being called cute. It sends pleasant shivers down his body, makes his heart leap, his chest feel tight... And his back arch, a whiny edge to his exhausted voice as he speaks up, presses back against Mito.]

Again... Please? Call me-- S-Say it again?

[Mito has come once already himself, but you wouldn't know it by how hard he continues to be within the smaller male's body; cock throbbing against the blond's tight muscles. He hadn't exactly planned on reducing the college student down to such a blubbering wreck, but once the sweet sounds of Yoosung's desperate cries started filling the room, Mito just couldn't help devouring him thoroughly. A shudder runs through the older male's own body at the exhausted student's pleading; the insistent way he presses back against Mito even despite how little strength is left within him.] Mmh...

You're so cute, Yoosung...

[He leans in, grinding himself deeply within that sucking heat; dripping wet with a mixture of lube and come.] Your trembling voice... The way your body twitches around me... And especially... Your teary face.

I love all of it. [He confesses honestly, one hand coming up to affectionately stroke the back of Yoosung's head despite his words, fingers combing through blond hair gently.] Being able to reach the deepest part of you, and stir you up like this turns me on so much that I can't control myself. That's why...

[His hand tightens in Yoosung's hair- just enough to call the blond's full attention as he speaks directly against the student's ear from behind.] I'm sorry, but I'm going to need a proper answer to my question. [Mito begins nipping at the outer shell of the younger male's ear with his teeth, voice breathy and lowered in tone.] Can I milk you dry, Yoosung?

If you say yes... I won't stop no matter much you cry.

[The praise comes again, and Yoosung responds with the softest sob, dropping his forehead to the mattress from a mixture of exhaustion and shyness both. Though when Mito admits to liking his teary face, he finds himself glancing over his shoulder to give him another look, wet tear tracks on flushed cheeks, lips parted on a pant.

He can hear as well as feel his older partner grinding into him, the sound slick and obscene and just making Yoosung blush even harder. He feels so open, well-fucked and Mito's right: he's deep in him and dragging against Yoosung's prostate with the grind of his cock. The blond's whole body is oversensitive and spent and he can't stop himself from shivering and whining, equal parts wanting to push back onto Mito and scurry away from him up the bed because the sensations are almost too much. Not that he'd really have the energy to do the latter, so the choice is made for him. Then there's the hand in his hair, the tight grip, low voice in his ear and the nip of teeth.

His own cock, wet with come and precome both and effectively french-kissing the sheets right now, is already twitching with renewed interest and getting hard again. So whatever his answer might be, his body seems to be answering in the affirmative. And Yoosung... Yoosung cries and shakes hard, murmurs.]

Y-yes...

[Mito's smile goes a bit sharper at hearing the blond's distressed reply; his own intensely warm brown eyes taking a moment to appreciate the obvious conflict within the big watery eyes that look back up at him. Tilting his head and leaning in again, he runs the tip of his tongue along Yoosung's reddened cheek just briefly, licking up the trail of tears as if savoring the taste of his complete surrender.]

...Good boy. ♥ [Straightening his back once more, he moves to take firm hold of the younger male's hips in both hands now, forcefully raising them up a bit more. Pulling out of Yoosung's body slowly and deliberately, he lets the overloaded student feel every inch of him sliding back within the messy walls of his ass- only to then shove his cock back inside all at once. He moans himself when his rough thrust suddenly gets him all the way inside; his hardness buried to the hilt within that intense heat. He knows it's probably a lot for the student to take- for a third time, especially- but Mito can't bring himself to stop when Yoosung's inner muscles continue to squeeze around his length as if begging to be filled with more of his come. On the contrary, he digs the tips of his fingers in against the soft flesh of Yoosung's hips and thrusts into him again- much harder than before- so that an audibly wet slap of flesh fills the room.]

Mmh... You haven't cooled down at all, have you? It's still so hot inside~...

[His grip on Yoosung's hips tightens and his pace quickens, pulling the younger male's body in towards him and keeping him firmly in place, preventing the blond from squirming away. He won't allow him to run away from this; Yoosung can and will take yet another pounding tonight, even if his senses are already on the verge of a literal overload.]

[A soft whimper escapes in response to being called a good boy, the phrase enough to make Yoosung's tired body shudder and his cock twitch. He lets Mito maneuver him whatever way he wants, hips loose and body cooperative when Mito raises them.

He keens quietly on the slow withdraw, and sobs harshly at the deep thrust back inside, feeling pinned like a butterfly, split open in the best way possible. He hiccups trying to catch his breath around his tears.

There's definitely no protesting coming from Yoosung about the way he's being treated, though. The hard, rough thrusts or the way Mito's fingers dig into his hips. He's been shamefully having fantasies of being treated roughly like this for too long. He's getting what he wants, and being sore tomorrow from all of this he's pretty sure will be more than worth it.

He shivers at his partner's words, feeling his over-sensitive cock drag against the sheets as he's pulled back into Mito's thrusts... And it's as painful as it is good, just like the abuse his prostate is currently taking.]

Hurts... [Whispered word, his voice as tired as the rest of him and slightly slurred, practically drooling and panting into the mattress where his cheek rests. Despite exhaustion, he still fights his body to squeeze, purposefully tight, around Mito's cock with each outward pull, like he's trying to keep him from leaving, keep him inside, right up against his sweet spot. At the same time, his hips shift as much as they can in the other male's grasp, squirming as he's held, barely mindful he's even doing it but doing it on instinct to get away from the overstimulation nonetheless.]

[Mito is very deliberately attacking that slightly hardened 'sweet spot' inside of Yoosung's body with his glans, angling himself to bring the blond the absolute most pain-laced pleasure possible with every thrust. To hear the other man's gasps and breathy noises, to feel his messy insides clinging to his cock and squeezing down was already arousing enough... but to then have Yoosung speak that single word, slurred against the sheets below as if he were literally losing his mind? It shoots a jolt of heat straight down towards Mito's groin and gradually surges added heat throughout Mito's skin and gut, spurring him on. Thrusting harder now, Mito lets out his own breathy sounds, low and quiet, as he fucks the smaller male down into the mattress. Breathing raggedly, he manages to speak above the sound of his own heavy pounding between quickened breaths.] Nnh- Aah, yes...

I know. [His eyes watch Yoosung intently with equal parts adoration and fixation; that warm brown sparkling with something so much more intense than any of the gentle expressions offered to Yoosung before this day. A trickle of sweat streams down his own temple as he crashes his hips against the overworked body beneath him, merciless despite his ever-soothing words.] It must be painful, right? haaa~ Poor thing... But please endure it.

It's so amazing inside of you, Yoosung... You're doing great. [And he means that. It's obvious that the blond doesn't have a whole lot of experience with this kind of thing but nonetheless he's got a definite grip on how to take cock already; his lithe body learning quickly and conforming to fit Mito inside, so perfectly snug, that the odds of Yoosung being able to feel echoes of Mito's "imprint" within him well into tomorrow are pretty high. And that's exactly how Mito wants it. To be honest, he's never really considered himself to be a "possessive" sort of person in the past- maybe there just hasn't been anyone before now to inspire such feelings within him- but right now... as his hips continuously crash against Yoosung with much greater force than necessary, he can't help but want to see just how much of a 'mark' he can leave upon the younger man's body and mind.] But in truth... you wanted it to hurt, didn't you? Even now, it's squeezing me so tightly... And if I do this-- [One hand pulls back just enough to give a sudden smack to the soft cheek of Yoosung's cute little ass, squeezing it firmly within his palm afterwards.]

Hng-- It's even tighter now... See? [He grinds in deeply with another hard thrust; the grip of Yoosung's muscles around him almost unbearably hot.] Your body is so insatiable... mmh....

[Mito briefly closes his eyes after grinding his impossibly erect cock into Yoosung, moving in time with his breathing as he savors the throbbing sensation... But Yoosung is only granted that brief moment of respite before Mito is back at it. He shifts further against the younger man with a roll of his hips, before withdrawing to plunge inside of Yoosung's body again. As he steadily builds the rhythm of his thrusts back up once more, locks of dark hair fall further into his face; clinging just a bit to his skin, which has become slightly damp with perspiration. All the excitement has given the peaceful shopkeeper a rather uncharacteristically disheveled appearance- his mouth agape as he pants for breath.] Hey... I want to hear you.

Let your voice out more... [He roughly smacks Yoosung's ass once again.] Louder. Tell me-- what do you want?

"...It's not."

At least, his hand on his cock isn't enough. Bared to nothing at all, Toto's hand wrapped around his length, he knows he could find an orgasm easily enough, but does he want one with only his hand?

Not at all.

"Not even if I do this." Grabbing the lube to pour some of the bottle's contents onto his fingers, he drags his touch to his ass, able to hitch up one leg, bent against this shoulder. It's not hard to slip one well-lubed middle finger inside of himself, slowly, to the hilt. Or, well, as close to it as his other fingers will allow. His free hand grips the sheets in a loose fist, his breath shaking slightly as he manages to lightly graze his prostate.

"Hah.. oh, what will I do~?" he retorts teasingly, a playful smile alighting his face.

1. "You're a quickshot aren't you? Pffft!!"

2. "Your cum is pretty thick. How long's it been since you masturbated?"

3. "At least prostitutes make good money."

4. "Can you smell how wet I am?"

5. "See how long my tongue is? Bleeeehhh!"

"That's not, uh, untrue, but you're really... okay with that?" Ranka asked, blushing, nervous. Oh dear. Ranka was wholly unfamiliar with whatever kind of alien Skarpne was, but apparently she had some kind of sixth sense for dick to approach Ranka with... offers.

The problem was that, while she hadn't really been in the market for anything of the sort, her eyes had wandered all too quickly to the very exposed cleavage on display, and she could feel herself twitching under her very airy sundress. "You could probably make good money just... modeling too."

(M/F, canon through most recent crossover but am current)

1. "Want me on top?"

2. "Edge me?"

3. *moans and gasps*

4. "Deeper....harder....faster!"

5. "So...close."

1. "If you think this is hot, you should see what I wear when I transform."

2. "The nurse is here~ Now where does it hurt?"

3. [chatting into her phone, trying not to let her friend realize she's getting plowed]

4. "Yes, right here~"

5. "Of course ya can. I've got big ones, might as well use 'em."

6. "I, like, always talk like this. Unless I can't somehow."

In Sun’s defense, he knew she would look attractive no matter what she had on. But when she transformed..that was just something else. Now here they were, still on campus with him standing behind her as she’s bent over a desk thrusting into her. He’s squeezes her waist tightly as if she might try to escape, but with how her body reacted to him, he knew that was far from the case.

Though the two of them weren’t just going at it in the classroom, she’d also chosen to take a call from her friend. When she had initially picked up the phone, Sun was going to stop. But she motioned for him to continue, so he did. It was hard not to make any noise when he was giving it to her like this because it felt so incredibly good. But the thought that they were doing this while she conversed with someone was really getting him even more so aroused. He was sure it wasn’t that hard to notice as he started thrusting into her even harder as he got into it.

[ooc: 16 so underage warning, or can age up to 18. kinks list on request, or feel free to pm.]

1. "I think the zipper's stuck?"

2. "Are you okay? What's going on over on your end? Your voice sounds kind of... weird."

3. "I trust you."

4. "I wasn't sneaking, I was just waiting for you to notice I was here."

"And your plan then was...?"

Taek doesn't seem entirely bothered by the fact he's been peeked on in the shower, but then again that just means he's no more intense than usual, which is to say very intense. Even dripping wet he looks grim faced, towel loosely hanging off his hips and threatening to fall at any second with his arms crossed as he stares Five down. Not exactly in a threatening manner, but it's hard not to come across as intimidating as a tall man with weaponize muscles and a monstrous tattoo on display.

And she is at least mildly intimidated, if the way she averts her gaze is anything to judge by. But then it's not like she's not around potentially dangerous people on a daily basis.

Five chews on her lower lip as the thinks, not giving an immediate answer. However, a second later and she's drawing herself up, pushing down on her fear and nerves (though they linger still in her facial expression) and setting out to do what she came to do. "To ask if you wanted company?"

There's a long, silent stare from him as she musters up the courage to make that request. Her feelings are written all over her face, to be scrutinised by those red hot eyes of his, whilst as ever his thought processes are well hidden by a cold expression. One she finally asks, he lets out a puff of air- half a sigh, half a squashed laugh.

The action of turning on his heel both swings his huge curtain of hair in an arch but gives the momentum to make his towel crumple at his feet. There's not a hint of embarrassment as he strides back into the shower. He doesn't say a word, just glances over his shoulder and jerks his head to indicate her boldness has paid off.

Five's eyes widen momentarily when the towel falls, but she's quick to regain her bearings and move further into the room, pulling off her jacket and dropping it on the way. Off next are her boots, then she hesitates a second again, fingers edging at the bottom hem of her shirt, before she pulls it up and over her head.

She says nothing as she strips her remaining clothing off - shorts, leggings, bra, underwear - but she keeps watching him closely, cheeks flushed, like she's expecting him to change his mind or laugh cruelly at her and tell her he was joking, or this isn't what he'd meant.

Quite the opposite happens as she hesitates to join him. He waits long enough for her to disrobe entirely but when there's a gap between that and her entering with him, he once again steps out. This time to take her wrist and pull her with him. His hand is strong and hard, crafted by hours of martial arts. Much like the rest of his body, shamelessly on display. Not an ounce of it wasted on anything but streamlined muscle. Yet the strength he used was carefully calculated to hold firm without doing any damage, though perhaps with a small pinch.

"Quit stalling. I liked it when you were forward." Taek rarely broadcasts his emotions on his face, but when he put them into words they're as blunt as that. He enjoyed her chasing him so forwardly, so he wanted her to know to keep it up.

She's pulled into the shower with him, then right up to his chest. Being significantly taller, the water hits him and cascades off his body, his wet hair slipping over his shoulders to drape across her skin, sticking softly to her. "So don't wimp out now."

"Wha-- Hey!" Five's words of indignation when he takes her wrist to pull her in are mostly just a default reaction to being moved by someone else without her explicit permission, but she goes along easily and she's clearly not really mad about it. Anything but, since being so close to him has her sucking in a sharp breath, anticipation making her shiver as she looks up at him.

His hair drapes across her, and the color of his and the color of hers together catches her eye for a moment, because it's strangely pretty. Oceanic, almost.

"I wasn't wimping out." A brief pout settles over her lips in response to the accusation, and she brings her hands up to place them against Taek's chest, just to feel. "Just... making sure."

He pays no mind to her objection- she had wanted it and he was willing to enable it, even if his sharp look betrayed none of the interest that granted her request. His body is only marginally more honest, his heart a beat faster than normal. The proximity of their bodies bringing a little heat that came from within, rather than the warm water bouncing off of him to flow across her. Little rivers following up her arms from her touch.

"I hate excuses." A simple sentiment, a borderline warning about how easily she could leave his good graces if she failed to live up to the standards he had given her. Be bold. Want him enough to put aside fear. As little as it showed, being wanted was what he needed more than anything else.

"Don't make sure." Leaning in further, his hair an effective curtain to make him the only thing in her senses. "Be sure."

An example came as his arms slipped around her waist, the wet warmth spreading as his fingers held onto her behind. Eyes blazing, he clearly expected her to make a move of her own in order to earn further reward.

In contrast to the coldness of his words, the warmth of the water running over her and his body heat is more than welcome. She very nearly rolls her eyes at his declaration regarding excuses, but she's not going to bother arguing. It would be futile and there are better ways they could be spending time and wasting water, honestly.

"Okay, yeah, I get it: bravery is a turn on, meekness is a turn off," she says it like she's bored, like she's reciting it from some lesson or rulebook. Taek's Personal Preferences 101. She feels it's kinda patronizing, actually, the way he's treating her. And yet she chose to be here, and she's not backing down. Time to make some more excellent choices, then.

She runs her hands up the slick surface of his chest, over his shoulders to wrap her arms around his neck. It may require her to lean up on near tip-toes, a bit of a dangerous position inside a wet shower, but. Gotta take risks to get rewards, that's what he's essentially trying to communicate to her here, right?

"I'm not just some scared, malleable little girl for you to order around, you know," she says quietly, but defiantly, over the susurrus of the falling water. Right before she pushes up harder to try and catch his mouth with her own.

He's always demanding, to a high standard. Rarely does he accept anything but exactly what he likes and frankly, he enjoys her stepping up at his prodding. He makes a note that goading her like that seems quite effective- her defiance to his attitude but compliance to his desires is more of a turn on than blind obedience. She's way cuter when she's annoyed anyway.

So her risk gets her rewarded immediately. Her precarious position is stabilised with his hands taking half her own weight, the iron muscles barely exerting effort to brace her by the backside as they slip into a kiss. He's demanding in that too, lips parting to probe at her mouth with his tongue in a deliberate, slow fashion. Sliding in to sweep around her own, retreating and repeating a couple of times.

He doesn't let it last long, breaking it apart by simply straightening his neck and pulling out of reach. At least she has a smile to look at now, even if it has a smug edge. "Keep it up, you might just prove it."

He can try to play it cool with his words, but the fact he's rapidly getting harder is impossible to miss- after all, it's pressed against her only encouraged by her claiming a kiss.

It's hard to determine which is more distracting: his hands on her, the kiss, or the way he's stiffening against her with clear arousal. All of these things are pretty equally wonderful though, and she tightens her arms around him as she chases his tongue, eager for the slick slide and, if she's being honest, also for the way it seemed to shut him up, at least for a moment.

But then he pulls out of her reach, and she silently curses her lack of height, feeling annoyed. The kissing was good, she'd been enjoying that. But if he's going to deny her it, she'll just have to think of something else to do, some other way to 'prove it.'

"You're kind of a little bit insufferable," she breathes the words on something of a sigh as she drops her hands but remains close, slips her fingers down between them to grasp the hardening length of him lightly, a teasing touch but also a little exploratory, curious, like she's more unfamiliar with this than she's letting on.

Whilst most of his body is thick and tough, the thin skin under her fingers allows her to feel his heart beat. The way seeing her body, touching it, the kiss... They're not unappreciated, even if his insufferable attitude doesn't show it. It's only a short time before he's as hard as he'll ever be. Hot and slippery from the water, but the organic warmth of his body too.

"Not enough for you to to give up though," he says without a hint of denying her claim. He hates excuses and makes none for himself the same way he refuses to accept them from others. He keeps one hand on her backside, powerful fingers slowly playing with her with more certainty than she showed touching him. His other hand took her by the wrist to guide her hand. Encouraging her to explore without worry, from the head, across the shaft to palm his sack. "You want to take it from the front or behind?"

Always to the point, never with shame or hesitation.

He's right, she's not turning and leaving. That kind of attitude isn't exactly new to her, it's just surface stuff, and the occasional friction isn't necessarily a turn off either. She persists, and her touch grows bolder once he's got a grip on her wrist, guiding her. She assumes he's showing her where and how he likes to be touched, and she pays closer attention to those places.

Then processes what he's asking her.

Pure thrill shoots through her just from the thought, and she pushes back against the hand along her ass, drops her forehead to his chest as she gasps in a breath, the downpour of the water making her hair stick to her flushed cheeks and neck in loose curls.

That's some choice for her to make, and yet really she already knows which way she'd like to try, knows which idea is making her wet and shivery in a way that has nothing to do with the shower. "Behind."

The fact that he's blunt actually makes that easier to admit, easier to say. If he's not going to be ashamed or hesitant about any of this, then there's no need for her to be either, right? And she tries to focus on that thought, on that logic, even if there's some lingering caution and embarrassment... Maybe more from a lack of trust then anything: even if he's hard, how can she be sure he's not just going to laugh at her?

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1. "Fais attention, someone might hear us if you aren't careful."

2. "Do you really want to pick a fight now?"

3. "Dis-moi, what can I do to make it up to you?"

4. [Drop France a prompt]

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1. "I...I don't mind wearing this if it's for you..."
2. "Wait! Wait! Let me take my glasses off first!"
3. "Sure we can do that. Let's go somewhere else first."

1. "Do you like when I do this?"
2. "I hope you don't mind me wearing your shirt."
3. "Do you want me to show you how much I want you?"

"Seriously, don't touch the volume button. I'll tempo synch."

"Just . . . hold my hair back."

"I'm trying to behave - but it's so hard."

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jughead jones ♛ riverdale ♛ m/f

belle ❀ beauty and the beast (2017) → f/m

Jane Andrewson | OC | F/M or F/F

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Delia Battista | Star Trek OC | OTA

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Werewolf Mccree | Overwatch |OTA 18+

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Mito 🐰xxx allergy 🐰 m/m

6....?? gah, hope this is okay

It's great!

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Skarpne | Skarpworld | F/M (F/Futa)

3 i have like no dudes let's futa this up

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Shiki | Senran Kagura | F/M

Merging 1 + 3

five | dark matter / ota

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France | Hetalia | ota

Makoto Yuuki | Ensemble Stars| OTA

Koushi Sugawara | Haikyuu | OTA

Sébastien Wickermore - OC | M/M, M/F