My mid-fuck knows what you did in the dark

[priderock]

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

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

THE RULES:

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

Comments

so we have that other thread buuuut i did a thing?

[selfashuried]

[ His bed is the only place for her to sleep when she visits.

Factually speaking, this cannot be denied and Shuri is nothing if not a woman who thrives on facts, figures, hard proofs. For the same reason, she brushes it off when he offers her the bed while he takes a chair (if he sleeps at all, it being one of the last and trickiest steps in building humanity from the ground up, she'd come to find). Ridiculous, unnecessary - sentimental in a fashion that's charming yet utterly foreign. The truth of the matter remains that they can both rest comfortably together, no need for noble sacrifice.

Besides, she needs very scant space when she's riding him, his cock buried deep inside as she takes her pleasure and gives it, too. There's a carefree bounce in every undulation of her hips; her braids fall over her shoulders, prime to tickle skin and dart wherever they can as they move almost on their own accord. Occasionally, she'll lean in, press a kiss to his forehead, his jawline, his ears. The latter's accompanied by whispered approval.

Though, in actuality, her whispers grow in volume each time she grinds against him, her knees pinned at his sides. Her head tilted back, guidance isn't required as she trails her fingers along his chin and down to his neck, stopping at his chest as her hand splays out in rest.

Then, she glances down at him and grins when she brings her body flush to his again, her mouth finally catching his properly.

The muffled laughter could pool where her tongue ploys for entrance. ]

♥ ♥ ♥ !

[goatherd]

[ he tries to be a gentleman in the fashion that he remembers, even if his style of charm probably hasn't been successful in over ninety years. shuri tends to have other ideas, and he's never fully certain if it's modern age that's set such a forward standard, or if wakanda had a different way of approaching modesty.

but it's exhilarating when she's rolling her hips against his own, amongst a stuffy hut of panting breaths and wakandan heat.

it's strange to actually get nervous about this kind of thing when sex used to be such a natural thing for him to strap into, but it's been some time, a long time since he's known intimacy like this, leaving room for some doubts on how capable he even was of it anymore. shuri, luckily, proves that all wrong and makes it all feel effortless, his palms grasping at the silky touch of her hips, her muscles firm beneath his touch as she rides him.

he finds solace in her simple affections too, with gentle kisses to various points of skins, calming his nerves with each tender touch. he even likes the way she smiles while they're having sex, how her confidence beams while feeling him push up against her.

when she kisses him, he sighs as the graze of her lips soothes all the more, and he parts his lips to let her tongue find playful company with his own. ]