We have the pregnancy and pregnant smut meme, but this meme is for the act of impregnation, which is a kink in and of itself, especially when lots of focus is given to in through narration and dialogue. And of course it's a versatile kink, lending itself well to consensual, vanilla, non-con, and many many other things. And there's mpreg, too!
Let's cut to the chase: this is a meme about impregnation, whether it's the doing or the getting. There are prompts for all tastes, even those who just enjoy the idea and not the reality.
HOW?
* Comment with your character, preferences, and anything else. Also include if you want your character to be doing the impregnating or want to be the one impregnated. * Remember, this meme is focused on impregnation. Play the act itself up! * Obviously this meme allows for mpreg and f/f preg too. * Comment to others. * Be respectful of others.
WHY
1. Consensual. You and your lover think it's time to start a family. 2. Risk. You don't necessarily want to get pregnant, but the risk is hot as hell. 3. Ownership. You want to get somebody pregnant up because you think that will make them yours. Or you're trying to get knocked up to keep them here. 4. Forced Breeding. Like the stables meme, or something involving the government. 5. Continuing the Line. You need an heir. Simple as that. 6. Accidental. It's either the heat of the moment or you're inexperienced, but this isn't planned through. 7. Humiliation.You're impregnating someone to humiliate them. 8. Interspecies. The two of you are making a child born from the union of two different species. 9. Lovesick. This pregnancy is an expression of your love. 10. Expected. Everyone expects you to have a baby, so you decide to do so. 11. As a Favor. Your friend wants a baby, so you'll act as a surrogate 12. Roleplay. You're just using the idea of pregnancy up as an exciting aide. There's no actual risk here, but you have all the trimmings. 13. WILDCARD.
((Yes, that would be very fun to play with! :D I'll go ahead and start for us; just let me know if you need anything changed.))
Mamoru was that Cool Princely Sempai - calm, seemingly aloof, and tended to focus on his studies by himself. But the only reason for that kind of facade was due to his unique form of ESP - being able to read people by touching them. He could tell what their biggest concerns are, or if there's something off with their minds or bodies. It's a skill that he's slowly working on controlling in hopes of applying it as a doctor one day.
Those hopes and dreams had appeared derailed, however, when he had gotten tossed into the TV world by that police detective. All it took was one handshake, and Mamoru knew. He felt the wrongness of whatever was going on inside of that detective, saw the images of him tossing people into the TV...and his wide eyes gave it away, making him yet another victim.
Which is why he's so grateful that his school's "tough girl" Kimi came to his rescue. He's harbored a crush on her for the last year or two, because she's surprisingly beautiful even when she's trying to act all tough as a street punk. So when she came to pull him out, and accidentally confessed her own feelings in the process? It was the best outcome of that horrific situation.
Which is why it's no surprise that they're at his place some weeks later, making out on his couch. He had invited her over to help him patch up a few clothes, since his parents are out of town on a business trip. And the feedback he's getting from her is overwhelming, but in a good way. Lots of love and happiness, mixed in with physical desire... Much of it is how he's feeling about her himself.
Mamoru gasps for air as he breaks off the kiss. She's laying on top of him, his shirt half-unbuttoned to reveal his bare chest beneath. "Kimi-chan...do you want to...?" He doesn't need to say much more than that, what with the hint hanging heavy in the air.
It really had been a shock for her when Mamoru had confessed to finding her attractive. Because while one would be hard pressed to find a girl who didn't think he was amazing, Kimi's own self image (both the one she had made for herself, and what she naturally had like her height) made her put him as out of her reach. He was simply a nice ideal, at least until she could get herself better together.
But when she leaped into the TV after seeing him on the Midnight Channel, his familiar silhouette easy for a tailor like her to make out in the static. So she came, roaring with fury and thunder and ready to FUCKING STRIKE THEM ALL DOWN.
She's not sure if him taking her by the hand clued him in, or her already emotional reaction, but him moving further to pull her into Embrace made her spill out the rest.
So, here she was, love struck and hot and heavy with one of the school's most eligible seniors. Her own tank top pushed up, showing off her toned abdomen as well as the very edge of her bra. She moans as she pulls back, breathing harshly. "I...yeah...," She nods, biting her lip. Just to make sure he's on the same page though, she rolls her hips into his, moaning at the feeling of...well something pushing against her through their layers of clothes. "Mamoru-senpai...please love me..."
He's never seen a woman look like the perfect storm - so beautiful, and yet so terrifying - until she came roaring into where he was being held captive. It was probably the first time in years that he's let anyone see him so shaken and emotional, but he's glad that it was her and her friends who saw it.
And he's so glad that it was Kimi who confessed first, because he was too relieved at being rescued to realize that he was picking up on her raging feelings at first. He was just happy to hug a real, normal person as a way of saying thanks. ...though he did apologize later for kissing her in front of the others upon hearing that confession. He did hope he didn't embarrass her that much.
But he couldn't help it then, much like he couldn't help but kiss her now. He now knows how much she means to him, and visa versa. He can't imagine his life without her in it now, especially when she's just begging him and rocking on his cock like that thru their clothes. Mamoru finds himself groaning in response as he rocks his hips back against hers, grinding his hardening member against her. "I will...I do...love you, I mean."
His kisses seem practiced, but the way he's slipping her shirt off to grope her breast? Not as practiced; almost clumsy in an eager way. But it's a good kind of clumsy, the way he's fondling her bosom thru her bra. He's just so happy and eager to please her, the one woman who's won his heart...
Oh, that kiss had embarrassed her, but in mostly good ways. And it probably gave Mamoru more insight into the girl's true self. Mostly up until her friends had coughed to get their attention, she loved kissing him. That stern demeanor of her's melted and she easily relaxed.
And then the teasing had started and he learned she got shy easily, covering it up with threats of violence against her friends she never went through. When she loved somebody, she basically became a kitten.
And blushed a pretty shade of pink, different from the red flush of arousal on her cheeks now, starting to stain it's way down her neck. She moves against him, moaning from his own response to her teasing, and bends to kiss him one more time, nibbling his lips before she pulls away. "Me too...love ya a lot..."
She doesn't really have any real experience in this area either. Just romance novels nobody but Mamoru knows she reads. Just enough to get her in trouble. "Mm...Y-you can...take my bra off if you want." Not like he can't see her nipples poking through the white cotton materiel. If anything, she hates the fact she can only sort of feel his warm hands, not get more wonderful skin on skin contact.
Speaking of that...she needs to finish working off that pesky shirt of his.
Her being shy in public is surprisingly adorable. Never mind that he got a bit embarrassed himself at the time, but it was something to tease her about in private later on. It's wonderful to see the sweet, shy woman under the gruff exterior.
It's especially pleasing to see her like this, half-naked on top of him and flushed with arousal - the same kind of flush covering his own cheeks. He moans into her nibbling of his lips before he happily starts unhooking her bra. He only pauses to help her get his own shirt off, revealing the toned chest beneath. Mamoru's main club is karate, even though he doesn't participate in most events due to his studies taking precedent. He does gasp a little, however, once he gets her bra fully off of her in turn.
"Kimi-chan...you're so beautiful," he breathes as his hands starts to feel up her now-bare breasts. In his lovestruck mind, she's just perfect - neither too big or too small. And even as his hips continue to rock up against hers, he leans upward to try and kiss along her neck, slowly making his way towards her bosom.
She's half done mapping out the lines of his muscles, taking in entire expanse of his skin, when he says that and she has to duck her head a little, embarrassed at such adoration in his voice. Part of her wants to deny it. No she isn't. She's gifted with a nice body. Good bones to lead to sexy, if more muscular than most men's taste shape. But...even if kids don't really mind her, other teenagers and adults have told her she's got a face meant for a thug.
But he loves her, and doesn't love make everybody beautiful? Mother birds are proud of the ugly little featherless things that come out of their eggs, her mom loved her when she was an angry red...thing straight from the womb. So perhaps a man's love isn't that different.
"And you are drop dead gorgeous..." She murmurs against his lips, raising her hands up to rest on his shoulder as he starts working his mouth against her skin, her face burying in his hair as their hips work in time, his hard cock pressing against her sex, hitting her just right. He even gets rewarded with shiver.
That gets him blushing just as hard as the flush on his skin, if not more so. He's never seen himself as that handsome before, even though he's been aware that he's attractive. Then again, it's hard not to be aware when one's locker gets flooded with little cards and chocolates every Valentine's Day.
that question, however, gets him to laugh around her nipple. "Well, this probably wouldn't count as perfect..." Even though he's at least doing things right if she's liking it that much. Her mouth on his skin draws a deep groan out of his throat, making one hand still fondle her breast as the other slips down her stomach towards where their hips are joined. "Still...k-kinda bothersome...when all of this...is in the way..."
Now that really gets her laugh, husky and soft next to his ear as she bends to kiss his temple. "Do you hear me bitchin'? I hope ya been around me enough to really know when I ain't havin'..ahn!...fun, senpai."
His mouth feels so good around her nipple, it almost makes her whine when pulls back. She looks at him as he speaks, eyes dark and hazy with lust. It's hard to think..but she willing moves her own hands from his shoulders, down his chest...giving his own nipple a playful tug...and down to the zipper on her black pants. "I uh...show you mine and you show me yours? Or maybe I shouldn't..."
After all, locker room talk was all over the place about reacting to cocks. Funny looking, or frighteningly big, what if he's both?!
She grinds her hips again, feeling the pressure of his length, and she moans again. Fuck it. She moves, pulling down her zipper...and giving him a glance of hot pink lace. "Let's get these off...before I tear'em off and have to sew them too."
Mamoru finds her form of 'locker room' talk endearing, really. It's not Kimi if she's not trying to talk tough every now and then. He chuckles at her first response, adding, "That's true..."
And then he gives a soft gasp when those fingers tug on his nipple, for a change. That was...new. And interesting. Good interesting. He wouldn't mind if she did it again, just like that...
And then he's chuckling then at her threatening to tear off their pants. "Well, if you insist..." And then both hands shift to undo his own pants, shoving them down to reveal the silk, red-rose-patterned boxers beneath. There's definitely a noticeable bulge there, and while it's not monstrously huge...it's definitely not small or thin, either. "Ohhh...On the count of three?" He breathes, eyes having trouble keeping away from that flash of pink (Pink!) from her own pants.
She's trying her best not to think to hard about his underwear (other than wondering if he was planning for this because she sure wasn't.) The most she does is lift herself up off his lap, hooking her fingers in the belt loops of her pants.
"Y-yeah...on three..." She murmurs, licking her lips and trying oh so hard not to drool or shiver, or look the least bit as slutty as she feels, even if being slutty feels really, really good right now.
"One." A deep breath. "Two." She has to lean on his shoulder to keep herself from wobbling. "Three!" And off they go. And yes. Hot pink panties, contrasting with her bra being white. (Give her a break! She wasn't sure they'd go very far!)
It most certainly wasn't intentional on his part. He certainly hadn't expected to get this far this soon with her, either. But he's not complaining; far from it. He just finds it amusing that even his tough, beautiful goddess has a little pink in her life that's not a blush.
Though his own face is stained deep red and panting from the heated tension as he shoves his own pants all the way off, revealing his boxers in full glory. His member strains at the fabric still, eager to be free. It twitches as his hands move to touch and feel around the hems of her panties. "...cute..." he didn't mean to let that slip out, but how could he not feel that way about this?
"Shut up..," She mumbles, a little too distracted to really put any real annoyance in it. Her own hands are teasing the soft fabric of his boxers, humming at the quality of the silk. And then she sees his bulge twitch again. "It moved! Is it gonna get bigger?"
That's definitely something Kimi hadn't heard anybody talk about. Not that she thought it was bad. If anything...the thought of it moving and twitching made her twitch, her sex getting slicker and slicker. "Fuck..."
Mamoru chuckles at those remarks, feeling his cock growing harder by the moment...but not exactly bigger. "I hope not; I'd worry if it does." Partially because he doesn't want to scare her. He knows that he's not small, but that's his main fear...
But his own worries doesn't prevent him from moving one hand between her legs to gently rub his fingers against her mound, feeling how damp her panties have become. And after a moment, he slowly moves one of her hands to rest over his bulge. "Th-though...if you want to...double-check..."
Well, any girl would be a little nervous. But his laughter and gentle teasing soothes her. She's almost relaxed again...until she feels his fingertip teasing the wet spot, teasing her folds through the lace and cotton, making her mewl and get even wetter.
Kimi looks up at him for a moment after he guides her to touch his bulge, licking her lips. It takes some thought, and then she leans up, placing a hot kiss against his mouth, her tongue slipping out to taste him. And then she touches, tracing her hand along the shape of his cock with all the gentleness she can muster. She still has to brace herself, her free hand moving to grip his shoulder.
C'mon Kimi. It's just a dick. Millions of women and men mess around with them everyday...
She pulls down on the waistband of his boxers, taking a deep breath as his length springs out, turgid...and making her feel like her mouth and both drooling at the sight.
"Is...does wantin' it in me make me a slut?" Well, she was just thinking it, but she supposed her mouth decided she needed to think it out loud.
He moans into that hot kiss, hips rising to push more of his member into the palm of her hand. That kind of sweet friction feels amazing, and he wants more of it. It feels extra amazing because it's Kimi who's touching him like this...
And it's her who's clearly appreciating him and not acting scared at all, even after freeing his member. "...I don't think so," He murmurs after a few moments. "And even if that did...I wouldn't love you any less." He guides her hand back over his member, letting her feel its bare flesh even as his other fingers still rub her thru her panties.
She laughs as he guides her back to his dick, kissing his nose playfully. "Mm...good." She takes it in, stroking along the skin, running her fingers over veins and the rounded tip.
Really, in the end wasn't anything to be afraid of. Kimi should've known. Mamoru has a way of making her feel safe.
Ah!
He's still rubbing! His fingers on her plump mound feel so, so good and so frustrating at the same time. She needs more. More of him. Of that friction with his skin on hers.
So, she's bold again, moving her free hand to take his and place at waist band of her own panties. "I...hey...in case you...hadn't guessed and all...I'm...well not a natural blonde." It's the closest she could bring herself to asking him to pull her own underwear down.
Mamoru cannot help but moan at her hand feeling up every part of his member. Her fingers feel really good against his sensitive skin, and he even let slip a small gasp as they rub the head...
And then she puts his hand at her panties' waist band, insinuating that maybe he should see what kind of natural hair color she has. "Really?" he replies in mock surprise. "I wonder what kind of hair color you have..."
For all of his niceties and sweetness, he's still a teenage guy. So of course he's not going to miss a chance to strip his beloved girl's underwear off to have her hovering over him stark naked. It's a lovely sight that he's drinking in, even as his hand returns to rubbing her now-bare mound.
"Well...certainly wasn't expecting that kind of color," he adds with a teasing smile. But even as he speaks, one finger accidentally pushes too hard and slips past her folds into her with a surprise gasp from him.
Kimi laughs and gives a play slap to his shoulder, shaking her head. "Smart ass." Not that it stops her from helping him get her panties to slide off those long legs of hers.
Here she is, completely nude before him, the A/C in his apartment making her shiver slightly...though her stiff pink nipples are all arousal from their heavy petting, and the dark, dewy curls covering her plump sex.
And then he's touching her again, fingers sliding so nicely over her folds, making her tremble, getting her even more slick. She even moves her hips a little, trying to get more lovely friction....
His finger slips in, making her give a little cry of surprise as well, followed by a low groan. "Oh, god. Damn." She lean against him, resting her head on his shoulder. Even his finger feels so good. Her body tightens around it, welcoming it, but pulsing, begging for more and getting impossibly more juicy.
"Baby..." She mewls, unable to think of anything else to say.
Her moving in time with his rubbing fingers is wonderful. And truly, is there any better sight in his mind than seeing his girlfriend, his love, resting her head on his shoulder as he pumps that finger in and out of her? Hearing that 'Baby' in his ear makes a deep groan rise out of his chest...and his cock throb.
"M'love," he murmurs right back into her ear as he slowly works a second finger into her. According to her romance novels, this is supposed to help make things feel really good for her...he hopes. It's certainly rather arousing for him to know that his fingers may soon be replaced by something...bigger.
And that idea makes him gasp in return. "We...mmmm...d-do you have...protection?" Because as much as he wants to go all the way with her, as much as his body needs that so much? He at least still has that shred of responsibility left in his brain. "I-I mean, as much as I...hah...wouldn't mind parenthood...don't know if...you want that yet."
'Yet' being the keyword here, like there was ever an option of them never having kids.
Oh, that second finger does feel good. Then again her brain is starting to think anything he'd do to her would feel good. That Mamoru would never hurt her. So it's getting easier and easier to just...melt against him as he works his fingers inside her wet pussy, giving sensations she's never had before.
It's almost hard to concentrate on his words, not while his fingers move in her, and she still had her hand trailing over the length of his cock. But she tries, focusing on his breath and his voice. "Mm? Protection?" She has to think, and it's not really working because all she can think of now is babies that look like him, with gentle eyes and raven hair. How cute...how wonderful...
She moves, pressing a kiss to his chin. "It...I don't mind...either...making a baby with you...ahn!" If anything, it arouses her more, making her move her hips a little more aggressively.
Well, he'd happily say that he would never intentionally hurt her, no. He loves her far too much to even think of such a thing. Unless, of course, she says that she wants a good spanking and ohhh, would that make his mind go very dirty if that happens...
But her words right now, saying that she wouldn't mind him taking her like this, giving her a baby as a result... It sends shivers down his spine, drawing a deep groan out of her throat as his fingers pump just that much harder as a response.
"MMmnnngh! Really? You'll really...have my child? Oh--Our child?" There's a momentary war within him. The more responsible side argued against him at least cumming inside of her - he's got plans for a future, and what if she had plans that didn't include a child? But his other side insists that it's alright if she's okay with it- and what's wrong with getting a family after growing up more or less alone? And she's liking the idea, too, if the psychic feedback he's getting is any indication...
Is he trying to drive her witless?! Because that's what it's starting to feel like. Her sex pulsing and wetter than she's ever managed to get with her romance novels and dreaming about this.
Those wonderful fingers of his press against the walls of her sex, and it makes her whole body tense and shudder, her toes curling up from the jolt of pleasure that goes through her. It leaves her breathless, and all she can do is nod, nuzzling and mouthing at the skin of his neck and shoulder. Squeezing his cock trying to feed back the pleasure he's giving her.
Please, please, please! Mamoru! I love you so much! I'll have a million of your babies, just never stop loving me too...
It's so intense, her love for him. And it's so very intoxicating, how much she wants this, wants his children... By all rights, he should at least pause and talk this out with her. But in the heat of the moment, when he can feel his heart resonating with hers and his body yearning for hers...
"...never stop..." He murmurs as he slowly pulls his fingers out of her. "I'll never stop loving you, no matter how big you may get with our baby." He then lines her wet entrance up with his cock, making sure that she's got a good hold on his shoulders. "Whenever you're ready, just...take me into you..."
The change in situation is just enough to bring her back to herself, panting and shivering as she tries to clear her head. She blinks her eyes, wet with tears and she can't for the life of her explain why. She made a promise to herself long ago not to. No matter the pain, of her body or her heart, she swore she wouldn't shed one damn tear.
But life had been bringing many people making it hard to keep her tears in check, and Mamoru-senpai was one of them. Saying words that made her heart seize up, and her throat close. I swear you a goddamn cheating when you do that. Her head says, somewhere in what little sense she has left.
What does come out her mouth though is a hoarse, "Okay..." as her hands grip his shoulders. She bends slightly, kissing him softly on the lips one more time before she sinks down on his length. It's amazing, the sensation of his thick tip pushing through, making her mewl as it stretches her body. It's tight...but it's not painful like she thought it would be. There's a feeling like it's getting caught on...something, but after he pushes through, it just melts into a strange, wonderfully full sensation.
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Mamoru was that Cool Princely Sempai - calm, seemingly aloof, and tended to focus on his studies by himself. But the only reason for that kind of facade was due to his unique form of ESP - being able to read people by touching them. He could tell what their biggest concerns are, or if there's something off with their minds or bodies. It's a skill that he's slowly working on controlling in hopes of applying it as a doctor one day.
Those hopes and dreams had appeared derailed, however, when he had gotten tossed into the TV world by that police detective. All it took was one handshake, and Mamoru knew. He felt the wrongness of whatever was going on inside of that detective, saw the images of him tossing people into the TV...and his wide eyes gave it away, making him yet another victim.
Which is why he's so grateful that his school's "tough girl" Kimi came to his rescue. He's harbored a crush on her for the last year or two, because she's surprisingly beautiful even when she's trying to act all tough as a street punk. So when she came to pull him out, and accidentally confessed her own feelings in the process? It was the best outcome of that horrific situation.
Which is why it's no surprise that they're at his place some weeks later, making out on his couch. He had invited her over to help him patch up a few clothes, since his parents are out of town on a business trip. And the feedback he's getting from her is overwhelming, but in a good way. Lots of love and happiness, mixed in with physical desire... Much of it is how he's feeling about her himself.
Mamoru gasps for air as he breaks off the kiss. She's laying on top of him, his shirt half-unbuttoned to reveal his bare chest beneath. "Kimi-chan...do you want to...?" He doesn't need to say much more than that, what with the hint hanging heavy in the air.
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But when she leaped into the TV after seeing him on the Midnight Channel, his familiar silhouette easy for a tailor like her to make out in the static. So she came, roaring with fury and thunder and ready to FUCKING STRIKE THEM ALL DOWN.
She's not sure if him taking her by the hand clued him in, or her already emotional reaction, but him moving further to pull her into Embrace made her spill out the rest.
So, here she was, love struck and hot and heavy with one of the school's most eligible seniors. Her own tank top pushed up, showing off her toned abdomen as well as the very edge of her bra. She moans as she pulls back, breathing harshly. "I...yeah...," She nods, biting her lip. Just to make sure he's on the same page though, she rolls her hips into his, moaning at the feeling of...well something pushing against her through their layers of clothes. "Mamoru-senpai...please love me..."
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And he's so glad that it was Kimi who confessed first, because he was too relieved at being rescued to realize that he was picking up on her raging feelings at first. He was just happy to hug a real, normal person as a way of saying thanks. ...though he did apologize later for kissing her in front of the others upon hearing that confession. He did hope he didn't embarrass her that much.
But he couldn't help it then, much like he couldn't help but kiss her now. He now knows how much she means to him, and visa versa. He can't imagine his life without her in it now, especially when she's just begging him and rocking on his cock like that thru their clothes. Mamoru finds himself groaning in response as he rocks his hips back against hers, grinding his hardening member against her. "I will...I do...love you, I mean."
His kisses seem practiced, but the way he's slipping her shirt off to grope her breast? Not as practiced; almost clumsy in an eager way. But it's a good kind of clumsy, the way he's fondling her bosom thru her bra. He's just so happy and eager to please her, the one woman who's won his heart...
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And then the teasing had started and he learned she got shy easily, covering it up with threats of violence against her friends she never went through. When she loved somebody, she basically became a kitten.
And blushed a pretty shade of pink, different from the red flush of arousal on her cheeks now, starting to stain it's way down her neck. She moves against him, moaning from his own response to her teasing, and bends to kiss him one more time, nibbling his lips before she pulls away. "Me too...love ya a lot..."
She doesn't really have any real experience in this area either. Just romance novels nobody but Mamoru knows she reads. Just enough to get her in trouble. "Mm...Y-you can...take my bra off if you want." Not like he can't see her nipples poking through the white cotton materiel. If anything, she hates the fact she can only sort of feel his warm hands, not get more wonderful skin on skin contact.
Speaking of that...she needs to finish working off that pesky shirt of his.
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It's especially pleasing to see her like this, half-naked on top of him and flushed with arousal - the same kind of flush covering his own cheeks. He moans into her nibbling of his lips before he happily starts unhooking her bra. He only pauses to help her get his own shirt off, revealing the toned chest beneath. Mamoru's main club is karate, even though he doesn't participate in most events due to his studies taking precedent. He does gasp a little, however, once he gets her bra fully off of her in turn.
"Kimi-chan...you're so beautiful," he breathes as his hands starts to feel up her now-bare breasts. In his lovestruck mind, she's just perfect - neither too big or too small. And even as his hips continue to rock up against hers, he leans upward to try and kiss along her neck, slowly making his way towards her bosom.
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But he loves her, and doesn't love make everybody beautiful? Mother birds are proud of the ugly little featherless things that come out of their eggs, her mom loved her when she was an angry red...thing straight from the womb. So perhaps a man's love isn't that different.
"And you are drop dead gorgeous..." She murmurs against his lips, raising her hands up to rest on his shoulder as he starts working his mouth against her skin, her face burying in his hair as their hips work in time, his hard cock pressing against her sex, hitting her just right. He even gets rewarded with shiver.
"Damn...anything about you ain't perfect?"
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that question, however, gets him to laugh around her nipple. "Well, this probably wouldn't count as perfect..." Even though he's at least doing things right if she's liking it that much. Her mouth on his skin draws a deep groan out of his throat, making one hand still fondle her breast as the other slips down her stomach towards where their hips are joined. "Still...k-kinda bothersome...when all of this...is in the way..."
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His mouth feels so good around her nipple, it almost makes her whine when pulls back. She looks at him as he speaks, eyes dark and hazy with lust. It's hard to think..but she willing moves her own hands from his shoulders, down his chest...giving his own nipple a playful tug...and down to the zipper on her black pants. "I uh...show you mine and you show me yours? Or maybe I shouldn't..."
After all, locker room talk was all over the place about reacting to cocks. Funny looking, or frighteningly big, what if he's both?!
She grinds her hips again, feeling the pressure of his length, and she moans again. Fuck it. She moves, pulling down her zipper...and giving him a glance of hot pink lace. "Let's get these off...before I tear'em off and have to sew them too."
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And then he gives a soft gasp when those fingers tug on his nipple, for a change. That was...new. And interesting. Good interesting. He wouldn't mind if she did it again, just like that...
And then he's chuckling then at her threatening to tear off their pants. "Well, if you insist..." And then both hands shift to undo his own pants, shoving them down to reveal the silk, red-rose-patterned boxers beneath. There's definitely a noticeable bulge there, and while it's not monstrously huge...it's definitely not small or thin, either. "Ohhh...On the count of three?" He breathes, eyes having trouble keeping away from that flash of pink (Pink!) from her own pants.
Those keywords tho
"Y-yeah...on three..." She murmurs, licking her lips and trying oh so hard not to drool or shiver, or look the least bit as slutty as she feels, even if being slutty feels really, really good right now.
"One." A deep breath. "Two." She has to lean on his shoulder to keep herself from wobbling. "Three!" And off they go. And yes. Hot pink panties, contrasting with her bra being white. (Give her a break! She wasn't sure they'd go very far!)
Iknorite? XD
Though his own face is stained deep red and panting from the heated tension as he shoves his own pants all the way off, revealing his boxers in full glory. His member strains at the fabric still, eager to be free. It twitches as his hands move to touch and feel around the hems of her panties. "...cute..." he didn't mean to let that slip out, but how could he not feel that way about this?
I snorted XD
That's definitely something Kimi hadn't heard anybody talk about. Not that she thought it was bad. If anything...the thought of it moving and twitching made her twitch, her sex getting slicker and slicker. "Fuck..."
S'why I picked it
But his own worries doesn't prevent him from moving one hand between her legs to gently rub his fingers against her mound, feeling how damp her panties have become. And after a moment, he slowly moves one of her hands to rest over his bulge. "Th-though...if you want to...double-check..."
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Kimi looks up at him for a moment after he guides her to touch his bulge, licking her lips. It takes some thought, and then she leans up, placing a hot kiss against his mouth, her tongue slipping out to taste him. And then she touches, tracing her hand along the shape of his cock with all the gentleness she can muster. She still has to brace herself, her free hand moving to grip his shoulder.
C'mon Kimi. It's just a dick. Millions of women and men mess around with them everyday...
She pulls down on the waistband of his boxers, taking a deep breath as his length springs out, turgid...and making her feel like her mouth and both drooling at the sight.
"Is...does wantin' it in me make me a slut?" Well, she was just thinking it, but she supposed her mouth decided she needed to think it out loud.
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And it's her who's clearly appreciating him and not acting scared at all, even after freeing his member. "...I don't think so," He murmurs after a few moments. "And even if that did...I wouldn't love you any less." He guides her hand back over his member, letting her feel its bare flesh even as his other fingers still rub her thru her panties.
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Really, in the end wasn't anything to be afraid of. Kimi should've known. Mamoru has a way of making her feel safe.
Ah!
He's still rubbing! His fingers on her plump mound feel so, so good and so frustrating at the same time. She needs more. More of him. Of that friction with his skin on hers.
So, she's bold again, moving her free hand to take his and place at waist band of her own panties. "I...hey...in case you...hadn't guessed and all...I'm...well not a natural blonde." It's the closest she could bring herself to asking him to pull her own underwear down.
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And then she puts his hand at her panties' waist band, insinuating that maybe he should see what kind of natural hair color she has. "Really?" he replies in mock surprise. "I wonder what kind of hair color you have..."
For all of his niceties and sweetness, he's still a teenage guy. So of course he's not going to miss a chance to strip his beloved girl's underwear off to have her hovering over him stark naked. It's a lovely sight that he's drinking in, even as his hand returns to rubbing her now-bare mound.
"Well...certainly wasn't expecting that kind of color," he adds with a teasing smile. But even as he speaks, one finger accidentally pushes too hard and slips past her folds into her with a surprise gasp from him.
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Here she is, completely nude before him, the A/C in his apartment making her shiver slightly...though her stiff pink nipples are all arousal from their heavy petting, and the dark, dewy curls covering her plump sex.
And then he's touching her again, fingers sliding so nicely over her folds, making her tremble, getting her even more slick. She even moves her hips a little, trying to get more lovely friction....
His finger slips in, making her give a little cry of surprise as well, followed by a low groan. "Oh, god. Damn." She lean against him, resting her head on his shoulder. Even his finger feels so good. Her body tightens around it, welcoming it, but pulsing, begging for more and getting impossibly more juicy.
"Baby..." She mewls, unable to think of anything else to say.
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"M'love," he murmurs right back into her ear as he slowly works a second finger into her. According to her romance novels, this is supposed to help make things feel really good for her...he hopes. It's certainly rather arousing for him to know that his fingers may soon be replaced by something...bigger.
And that idea makes him gasp in return. "We...mmmm...d-do you have...protection?" Because as much as he wants to go all the way with her, as much as his body needs that so much? He at least still has that shred of responsibility left in his brain. "I-I mean, as much as I...hah...wouldn't mind parenthood...don't know if...you want that yet."
'Yet' being the keyword here, like there was ever an option of them never having kids.
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It's almost hard to concentrate on his words, not while his fingers move in her, and she still had her hand trailing over the length of his cock. But she tries, focusing on his breath and his voice. "Mm? Protection?" She has to think, and it's not really working because all she can think of now is babies that look like him, with gentle eyes and raven hair. How cute...how wonderful...
She moves, pressing a kiss to his chin. "It...I don't mind...either...making a baby with you...ahn!" If anything, it arouses her more, making her move her hips a little more aggressively.
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But her words right now, saying that she wouldn't mind him taking her like this, giving her a baby as a result... It sends shivers down his spine, drawing a deep groan out of her throat as his fingers pump just that much harder as a response.
"MMmnnngh! Really? You'll really...have my child? Oh--Our child?" There's a momentary war within him. The more responsible side argued against him at least cumming inside of her - he's got plans for a future, and what if she had plans that didn't include a child? But his other side insists that it's alright if she's okay with it- and what's wrong with getting a family after growing up more or less alone? And she's liking the idea, too, if the psychic feedback he's getting is any indication...
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Those wonderful fingers of his press against the walls of her sex, and it makes her whole body tense and shudder, her toes curling up from the jolt of pleasure that goes through her. It leaves her breathless, and all she can do is nod, nuzzling and mouthing at the skin of his neck and shoulder. Squeezing his cock trying to feed back the pleasure he's giving her.
Please, please, please! Mamoru! I love you so much! I'll have a million of your babies, just never stop loving me too...
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"...never stop..." He murmurs as he slowly pulls his fingers out of her. "I'll never stop loving you, no matter how big you may get with our baby." He then lines her wet entrance up with his cock, making sure that she's got a good hold on his shoulders. "Whenever you're ready, just...take me into you..."
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But life had been bringing many people making it hard to keep her tears in check, and Mamoru-senpai was one of them. Saying words that made her heart seize up, and her throat close. I swear you a goddamn cheating when you do that. Her head says, somewhere in what little sense she has left.
What does come out her mouth though is a hoarse, "Okay..." as her hands grip his shoulders. She bends slightly, kissing him softly on the lips one more time before she sinks down on his length. It's amazing, the sensation of his thick tip pushing through, making her mewl as it stretches her body. It's tight...but it's not painful like she thought it would be. There's a feeling like it's getting caught on...something, but after he pushes through, it just melts into a strange, wonderfully full sensation.
"Mamoru-senpai..."
Apologies for the late reply