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Mid-Fuck.

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:

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

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[When Yamanbagiri Kunihiro wants something, he could always take it. But that wasn't the case back when he had no confidence. In a way, she could relate, being a much more private person herself, and so she felt at ease in his company. But she also hoped to one day encourage him to embrace himself. However, he went on his journey. He came back, his hood no longer draped over his shoulders and head. His eyes are sharper and clear.

Those same eyes look at her as he looms over her. She quivers under him, gasping before she kisses his shoulder to muffle out the sounds, hands sweeping over his waist to wrap around his back. She welcomes this, all of him, limbs tangled together in his room after she came over to visit.]

[In the past, it took a lot of courage and carefully built up confidence to ask for anything. Especially personal, intimate matters like affection. He have gotten a better grasps of his feelings, but what about her comfort? Even if he knows she's fine, he was afraid of pushing too far.

But now, he's able to take his chances. He knows what he wants, and he trust in her to speak out. Although, it seems like her mouth is preoccupied with kissing his bare shoulder.

Yamanabgiri is hovering over her, his hands gripping her hips firmly as he thrusts into her with hard, but rhythmic pace. His sharp eyes are clouded with want, watching and feeling her reactions to his own.]

[It's a good thing that she can take a lot, or that, for him, she'd take as much as he'd want to deliver, and vice versa. With him able to grasp what he wants, she has to admit, it's rather attractive, not that he wasn't before. There was just something about the way he finally lets it all out.

As he anchors her against him, she groans into his shoulder as the friction builds, the heat radiating from their bodies. She arches up, angling for him to go much deeper if he wishes to, fingers digging into his back for support.]

Kunihiro...

[And it seems like the more they grow into this, she's finally using his name.]

[He always likes it when people use that name. He did accept himself and no longer shy away from the Yamanbagiri name. However, the Kunihiro name is still his, the one thing he didn't inherit from his original.

So when he hears her say his name, Yamanbagiri thrusts in deeper than before. His mouth is close to her ear as he breathes out.]

Sen... keep saying my name.

[He wants to hear her say it. Moans it. Maybe... maybe even make her say it loudly. Regardless if people might overhear from outside of his room. With a another thrust, he lower his head to place his lips onto her neck. Kissing and sucking at the same time.]

[She does indeed cry out when he thrusts into her after she whispers his name. His voice by her ear encourages her, draws out his name again from her lips faster than she could think. Just the way he calls her name, requests this from her? It was worth trying, considering how deep he penetrates her now how she loses all control of her body.]

Kuni...Kunihiro--!

[It was a harsh whisper, broken as she feels her breath catching at the same time. He wants to hear it, he says, so she calls out for him. It rolls off her tongue so easily, but not so much when he affects her like this. She can't control her voice midst the moaning.

There really was something about him, that she cries out when his teeth reaches her neck. Her head tilts back for him, giving him more access as she tries to loosen digging her nails into his back.]

[He likes it. He loves it. Hearing her cry out like this because of him. And how her body reacts to his, no matter which part of hers he's doing something to. Yamanbagiri covers her neck with kisses and leaving behind marks. Just enough that Sen might need to wear high collar or a turtleneck to cover them all.

He doesn't mind, as long she doesn't mind him leaving behind blatant proofs.]

Sen... Sen...!

[Yamanbagiri Kunihiro wants to do more, because he's greedy. As he keep thrusting, he lifts his lips up, only to capture Sen's into a hungry kiss.]

[ Minako was a strong individual and a great leader, but she was also human, and had several weaknesses. One of which was her beautiful companion Manba. She's been giving hints that she really liked him, and wooing him endlessly (since he was the best looking sword she's ever seen!). It finally exploded when they decided to rent the community pool for themselves and go swimming.

God, he was so irresistible in his tight bathing suit, she couldn't help but confess her love for him, and give him a heated kiss soon after. She was so grateful that he recuperated her feelings, that one thing led to another and now here he is, taking her over the pool stairs and thrusting himself inside of her repeatedly. Gasping from this overwhelming feeling, she lovingly wraps her legs around his waist and does her best to match his movements. ]

[At first, Yamanbagiri wasn't sure what to think about Minako's flirting. Surely there are better guys out there, more deserving of her attention? But after a while, he started to change for the better. No, more like he stop holding back and respond back to her wooing.

First, he accepted holding her hand in public. And gradually, it grow and exploded into their private pool date.

His swimwear lay somewhere next to them. With Minako's bikini bottom pulled to the side, he's repeatedly saying Minako's name between each thrusts and moans. He holds onto her hips firmly, keeping her in place to receive his thrusts and feelings. How much he appreciate her company, her presence, since the beginning.]

[ Slow down where he likes his mouth. Try to keep his teeth away. Savor how it feels on the tongue. He isn't as good as Yamanbagiri when it came to this, it's a bit of a sore spot for Ookanehira even when the gesture is submissive. But when the uchigatana returns from his Kiwame training, there's something very different about him. There's the obvious like that he's no longer wearing his hood, but also... He asks for some alon time with him, and Ookanehira is at a loss of what to do when his partner has changed. Has his preferences changed? Does he still like these moments with Ookanehira as before? Rather than ask that directly, here he is the Ootachi down in front of Yamanbagiri, pulling his mouth away from his uchigatana's cock now that it's hard. ]

Did I get better at this...?

[ He can't say he practiced or something (Master did offer him toys and coaching), instead just focusing on the advice he was given before. He looks up, genuinely wanting some comment as he holds the length in his hand. That confidence Yamanbagiri has, he wants to see it, not oppose it so soon. ]

[His journey gave him a lot to think about, and it felt like a heavy weight got lifted from his shoulders. That his old complex no longer hold him back, he simply accepted himself as Kunihiro's masterpiece. He hopes that everyone can see it, especially certain people.

Their master, his brothers, Chougi... Ookanehira.

His hand is gently grasping Ookanehira's hair, where he's been encouragingly rubbing. With his cheeks flushed, he smiles down at the tachi.]

It feels like you did. Give me more.

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