bakerstreet | You’re much too young, girl

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You’re much too young, girl

+1 hardcore, x100 guilt

Part of the appeal of the (under)age difference kink, as in legal-aged characters being involved with those that are underage, is how absolutely taboo and fucked up it is in most cultures. Romance is nice, but let's be honest; it's messed up, even if there is a romantic element. And that's what makes it fun. This meme is for nitty, gritty, not always pretty side of underage. You can play the psychological angles of both sides, whether their actions makes the older party tormented for their decision, and all the filthy, dirty, guilty, and sexy facets this kink can offer.

But my character is a good dude and would never _____! Well, you can always say it's a moment of weakness, they didn't think, aliens made them do it, emotions made them do it - or say fuck it, it's a meme. Make them feel guilty about it later.

But my character is underage and I want them to be the older party. Age them up or play against someone younger.

+ Comment with your character. Include if your character is younger or older. Optionally, put their age.
+ Include the lowest age you're willing to play with.
+ Any other preferences you have should be added, too.

prompts

guilty - You are a terrible, loathsome person. This is awful, you're awful, it shouldn't feel so awfully good.

innocence - You shouldn't find their innocence and naivety as sexy as you do.

punishment - How dare that child look so alluring? They need to be punished for making self-respecting people think bad things about them.

over the moon - This younger person clearly thinks you hung the moon and stars. It's painfully obvious. Is that something you would take to your advantage...at least without a second thought?

spanking - They're being a little brat. They deserve a whippin'. Where things will go afterwards, who could possibly know?

cherry - Is it a surprise they're a virgin? Taking that away is now on your shoulders.

mold - Such soft, nubile clay to mold into your perfect, most desired lover.

better than them - The ones closer to their age? They're trash. Show them what true experience can do, and they'll be hooked on you.

too sultry, too oblivious - They have no idea what they're doing to you - and how the innocence is an added turn on.

overdeveloped - They look like an adult and it's hard to miss.

underdeveloped - They markedly don't look like an adult, and that's what you like.

sneaking about - This affair isn't the kind of thing you can put out in public, so you have to be careful and not get caught

teaching - Sex isn't just known, its techniques are learned. And learning needs a teacher, of course.

want you to have a good time - Might as well be a fun time for all if you're doing it.

addicted - No matter how much guilt you feel, how disgusting you think you are, you just can't keep away.

age ain't nothing but a number - You're from a species where age doesn't matter, as you're longlived or nearly ageless. Unfortunately, the rest of the world isn't the same.

incest - Self-explanatory, though almost infinitely worse than anything else here.

public - There's a chance to get caught, and that is dangerous with a capital D, but the thrill is too much.

humiliation - You're never too young or too old to learn humility - or sexual humiliation.

my young girlfriend/boyfriend - No shame here. You're owning your sins, if you even view them as such.

unexpected - Usually, men are painted as the ones going after young girls or boys. But what about women?

___ of a friend - You're a parent, guardian, older sibling, or friend of one of their friends.

daddy kink, mommy kink - Can you provide them with what they've never had?

true "love" - You really love them. You can't...you can't help who you love. Your intentions are good, and that counts, right?

skimpy clothing - Young people can get away with it; still, it's risky to wear around you

student/teacher - Because this is obligatory.

reminder - School uniforms. Making out under the bleachers. References you don't get. All reminders that you aren't the same age. Maybe that excites you.

pressured - You don't want to do this, you really don't...they won't stop, they say they like you, you're beautiful.

dominant minor - What if the younger is taking advantage of the older?

chasing the youth fountain - Being with them makes you feel younger.

romantic - You'll be gentle with them, because you at least have that going for you now.

BDSM - They're too young to completely understand their own sexuality. More kink isn't a good idea.

blackmail - Well, well, well, you wouldn't want this to come out, would you? You'd be shamed. You'd be ruined.

non-con - No frills.

guardian - You were supposed to take care of them and keep them out of harm's way. What the hell have you done?

jealousy - They belong to you. Not those little losers making eyes at them.
anatomy lesson - It's innocent to teach them how puberty has changed their bodies.

how low can you go - There's flirtation, there's chemistry, there's more, yet you're doing everything BUT penetrative sex. That counts for something.

wait it out - To your credit, you're waiting until they're legal. Or trying to, but that only makes you want it more.

you said you were older! - You only realized that you should have carded them when you're down and dirty.

run away - To get away from those who would keep you apart, the two of you have run away together.

pregnancy - They were old enough apparently, and now things have gone much too far. Will you continue even after they begin to show? Will you support them? Maybe it's your dream to see them barefoot and pregnant.

W I L D C A R D

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[ OTA. Happy to play her anywhere from the age of 14 and up. ]

((OOC: He there! An age ago, Dal Dal played with my guy ~thelastlizard for some really fun threads. Satoshi here's cut from very much the same cloth, so any interest in getting them together? ))

[ ooc: Hi! It's good to hear from you. They were definitely great threads, and I'm absolutely interested. Is there anything in particular you're thinking? ]

((OOC: How does Satoshi being her guardian, like a family friend who's taken her in, and she's been working on tempting him with flirting and skimpy clothing around the house because she wants to "thank" him for looking after her? ))

Dal Dal was used to taking care of herself. Her mother was away so much on business that it felt like she lived alone sometimes, and for the most part, that was fine. She was a strong independent girl.

But deep down, she always felt a little lonely coming home to a big empty house with no one to welcome her home, and as much as she liked cooking, it was depressing to make a nice meal with no one to share it with.

At first she was reluctant to move when her mother expressed concern for leaving her alone so much and arranged for her to stay with a family friend. For the first week or so, she'd been standoffish and sullen, but she couldn't keep it up for long. It wasn't in her nature to push people away. Her peace offering had been simple. She'd cooked dinner for him, and then the next day as well until there was rarely a day she didn't have food on the table or a something to warm up in the fridge when he got home. Living with Satoshi has filled a void that she didn't even realize was there.

It was her way of saying thank you for taking care of her, but after a while, it just wasn't enough. She wanted more from her relationship with her guardian, but she had no way of knowing if he'd reciprocate her feelings, so rather than risk the sting of rejection, she'd begun testing him.

Dal Dal always took pride in her appearance When she wasn't wearing a school uniform, her personal style was undeniably girly, and she gravitated towards all things cute. Her sense of style hadn't changed, but recently the skirts had been getting shorter, and the necklines had been dipping lower day by day. She invested in petticoats and lace, Mary Janes, and matching underwear in shades of pastel, just in case the skirt that day was a little too short. Everything was designed to emphasize her curves and her youth, and she'd been watching Satoshi carefully to gauge his reaction.

This evening, she was at the stove putting the finishing touches on dinner in an apron that matched her outfit, and covered more in front than her actual shirt. She hummed to herself as she worked, and wondered whether he'd be home soon.

You owe me, Satoshi. A few months ago, Dal Dal's mother hadn't hesitated to pull that particular card with him when she came to Satoshi with the crazy idea of making him her 14 year-old daughter's guardian. And once she'd said it, all of the air went out of his arguments. There wasn't a need to mention why he owed her so big, and really, they were both happier that way.

As it turned out, even though the arrangement had started out a little awkwardly-- after all, he hadn't had to deal with living in the same house as a teenage girl, or any female, since he'd left home for school-- things settled quickly into a very pleasant situation. Dal Dal was bright, well-behaved, and was happy to help out around the house. And Satoshi was sure he'd never eaten so well.

He was just starting to think everything would be smooth sailing when he started noticing a change in the girl's behavior around him. And he definitely noticed the shift in the way she dressed around the house. Or more specifically, the way she didn't dress. Satoshi was just a man, and one who hadn't been with anyone in some time, and Dal Dal was a beautiful young girl who just happened to be exactly the kind of temptation he had never admitted to anyone.

Coming home after work, Satoshi heard Dal Dal busy in the kitchen before he could call out to announce himself. Leaving his coat and briefcase by the door, he headed in that direction and stopped in the kitchen doorway, where he had a perfect view of the girl from behind, the hem of her shirt constantly teasing him with the promise of seeing her pert bottom exposed. The top clung to the rest of her youthful but developing figure so well it was a few moments before he found his voice.

"Whatever it is, it smells great."

"Lamb curry," Dal Dal replied brightly, leaning forward slightly, skirt hitching upward to reveal a hint of white lace and the curve of her bottom. When she turned to face him, she was holding a wooden cooking spoon. She blew gently on the contents, before smiling and holding it out for him to taste.

"I thought you weren't going to be home until later. Did you miss me? Or is it just my cooking you missed?"

The apron she wore was stretched tight around her chest, too small to fit properly across her budding breasts, and she met Satoshi's gaze with big brown eyes that were all innocence and anticipation.

Satoshi nearly gasped as he received that glimpse he'd been silently wishing for, the promise of the girl's pert but full rear end and the lovely panties paired with it. He stepped closer and leaned in, tasting the offered sample. If nothing else, Dal Dal was very much a good little homemaker. If she'd been of age, then her guardian wouldn't have hesitated in making advances.

But when she turned to offer him the sight of her blossoming figure straining against the tiny apron, that hesitation shrank even more. A deep breath, and he regained at least most of his composure.

"It can't be both?" he joked, and meant it sincerely. "Since I'm ahead of schedule, do you mind if I stay in the kitchen? I'll fix a drink, and watch you work?" Or, really, just watch her.

"You should do that," she agreed with a flirtatious smile, and a swish of skirts as she turned back to the stove. "Hard day at work?"

Not that it was too unusual for him to have a drink after work, and Dal Dal didn't mind. She'd even beat him to the punch a couple times, showing up with a glass of his usual, prepared exactly the way he liked it. She didn't often say so. There were too many who would judge her for it, but it was her dream to marry someone she loved and be a good homemaker someday. She had other ambitions of course, but what was so wrong with wanting to care for a man who would love her and take care of her in turn. She glanced over her shoulder at Satoshi, and blushed, quickly looking back to the pot on the stove.

Because of course her dream wasn't all romantic overtures and chaste kisses and embraces anymore. Her fantasies on that subject had evolved considerably since she was a child, and now her imaginary lover had a face and a name. She wanted so much more from the man who had become her guardian, and the longer they lived together, the more obvious she had become in her attempts at seducing him.

She waited until she knew that Satoshi was watching her, then shifted, knocking a fork off the counter and onto the kitchen floor, making a surprised noise as it fell. She turned at an angle, carefully calculated, and bent at the waist, legs slightly spread to retrieve the utensil. Her skirts climbed up her thighs and over her bottom as she deliberately gave the older man an eyeful of what lay underneath, white lace over creamy flesh, and an unimpeded view of the pink of her pussy through the semi sheer fabric.

"No more than usual," he replied from the other side of the kitchen, where he busied himself with pouring a few ounces of the expensive whisky his boss had gifted him the previous year. "Really, the thing that tired me out the most today? Was listening to poor Matsumoto from accounting on the train ride home. Troubles with his wife, apparently. Seems they have very different opinions of how their house should be run."

Returning to the kitchen table, Satoshi spun one of the chairs to face the stove and sat down. The change in height gave him an even better view of the teasing hem of Dal Dal's skirt, and he didn't mind at all. His thoughts turning domestic, he decided that the girl would make a fine wife for some young man. Hell, she'd become a first-class homemaker already. It was just too bad...

The thought was derailed suddenly when a utensil clattered on the floor and Dal Dal proceeded to unknowingly give him a glimpse of paradise as she bent to retrieve it. As he'd seen before, the teen's panties were indeed white, but it turned out that the panel directly between her thighs was all but transparent, displaying the soft pink cleft of her pussy.

Setting his drink down on the table behind him to prevent dropping it as well, Satoshi's mind started to spin. Could he possibly allow himself to think that Dal Dal had not been unaware of what she'd just done? His memory moved to moments that had been seared into his thoughts, other accidents and coincidences...

No, it couldn't be, Satoshi told himself. But the thoughts still came. Strongly enough that if Dal Dal were to turn around, she'd find him deep in thought, his eyes still fixed on the spot where her forbidden treasure had just been.

Dal Dal did turn a moment later, after she turned the burner off, ready to announce that dinner was ready. Satoshi's expression stopped her. Had he seen? He definitely had. There was no way he could have missed what she'd set him up for, but his reaction troubled her.

She hesitated, then put down the cooking spoon, and crossed the distance between him. When she was beside him, she kissed him sweetly on the cheek before leaning in, lips soft as they brushed against his ear.

"If you're not interested, just tell me now, and I'll stop, but you know..." She drew back and looked at him, a shy blush across her cheeks at odds with her bold words. "You're not my father... but you could be my Daddy."

Satoshi didn't seem to shake off the reverie until he felt Dal Dal's lips touch his cheek and her breath warm his skin. He looked up, blinking with astonishment in his eyes. He let out a low chuckle. "Oh, sweetheart... it definitely wouldn't be a case of me not being interested. I just can't imagine that a beautiful girl like you would think of an old man like me that way."

His expression softened, his smile warm, and the look in his eyes moved from surprise to heat. "That said... If it's what you want, then I'd be very, very happy to be your Daddy."

The compliment and the endearment made Dal Dal blush, but the smile she gave him was brilliant when he accepted her feelings.

"I'm so happy. I was afraid you'd reject me," she admitted. "I know it's not... normal, feeling the way I do, but I do want it. I want all of it."

The little blonde looked at him earnestly, sincere affection mixed with something much less innocent in her big brown eyes. "I want you, Daddy."

"I could never, ever want to make you unhappy, sweetheart," he swore, rising to his feet. Satoshi wasn't exceptionally tall, but he did have a head and more over the teenager standing before him, the beautiful, wonderful girl offering him the most astonishing thing. "It's just that I would have thought there would be a dozen boys at school fighting just to take you out, so why would you want me?"

Tentatively, he reached out, hands finding Dal Dal's trim waist. "But since you do, then I'm yours, and so is anything you want." Satoshi leaned down, brushing his lips over the girl's, breathing in her scent. "You want me? What do you want me to do, my darling little girl, hmm? What do you want Daddy to do?"

"There was a boy," Dal Dal looking away frowning. "He didn't want me though."

And while she did have a score of male admirers at school, she had only been interested in the one. When he had rejected her, it had broken her heart, and effectively discouraged her from seeking a relationship with anyone her own age.

"Everything," Dal Dal sighed, lips parting and eyes falling closed as he leaned in. Her hair smelled like strawberries, the kind of shampoo you would expect a girl her age to favor; childish and sweet yet alluring. Satoshi's big hands on her small body felt so good, and she ached for more. She slid a hand over his bicep, holding on to his shoulder, while the other crept lower. She met his eyes as she found the shape of his cock through his pants and palmed him, lightly rubbing against his crotch. "I want you to show me how much you want me, Daddy.

Satoshi frowned, fixing Dal Dal with a distinctly parental gaze. "That boy was an idiot," he said with a grave tone. His temper had flared at the idea of anyone hurting his little girl's-- and astonishing how quickly and easily he'd taken to thinking of her that way-- feelings, and that only cemented his feelings for the girl.

She smelled like heaven, and felt like it, as well, especially every place her supple young body pressed tight against his. Satoshi inhaled sharply as he felt a small hand flat against the rising hardness in his pants. "I'd be happy to," he told her. A moment later, he was sweeping Dal Dal easily up off her feet and carrying her through their modest home and to his bedroom, laying her gently on the bed.

Stretching out over her, his mouth found hers for a deep, hungry kiss.

Dal Dal's heart swelled when the older man reassured her that her crush had been an idiot to reject her, his tone making it clear that he thought anyone who wouldn't want her would be a fool, and being scooped her up and into his arms was met by a squeal of laughter from the girl who wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled against him as he carried her to the bedroom.

And oh, when got on top of her... Dal Dal gasped, and eagerly opened her mouth to invite him in. What she lacked in skill, she made up for in enthusiasm, reaching for him and arcing up off the bed to press against him, wanting to feel him against his body. Having a grown man pressed against her, blanketing, making her feel so wonderfully small in comparison, thrilled her.

"Daddy," she gasped, when they broke for air. "Oh, Daddy, please. I need to feel you all over."

Satoshi wasn't concerned at all to find that Dal Dal was not especially experienced as they kissed-- in fact, it only excited him more, knowing that it would be his lips, his hands, his everything that the girl would experience for her first times, and not those of some clumsy, selfish boy. No, he adored her too much to give her anything but the best experience.

When she pressed against him and pleaded so temptingly, he knew it would be worth it. "Mmmm, I love hearing you call me that, sweetheart." His hands made quick work of the apron before starting to tug at her small shirt. Satoshi smiled. "You've been a little bit of a naughty little girl, though, haven't you? Dressing to see if you can make Daddy excited?"

Shirt gone, he started on Dal Dal's skirt. "Are you happy to see it worked?"

Dal Dal grinned at him, clearly extremely happy to see that it had worked. "I wanted to thank you for taking care of me, and I needed to know if you were interested. Did you like it that much? Did I make your cock hard, Daddy?"

The filthy words felll from her lips surprisingly easily, making her hot for him, wanting him more. She looked up at him flushed, stripped down to her bra and panties (white, lacy, and sheer, pink nipples standing at attention beneath the thin fabric) and reached between his legs to see for herself, smiling when she found him straining against his trousers.

"I can be a naughty girl if I'm your naughty girl."

"I've been loving it, sweetheart," Satoshi replied. "And these days, Daddy's cock is pretty much always hard around you. And now it makes me very happy to know you're going to start doing something about it," he added with a chuckle. There was something all the more thrilling about listening to such dirty talk spilling out of Dal Dal's sweet, young, innocent face-- not to mention watching her say the words with such a wicked twinkle in her eyes.

He watched hungrily as his new little girl undressed for him, giving him a view of her lovely underthings, and the clear signs of her arousal they only barely hid. Satoshi groaned as he felt Dal Dal palm his bulge.

"My naughty girl is exactly what you'll be then," Satoshi promised with a grin. He ran his hands over the swelling mounds of her breasts, and then down her stomach to slide his fingers gently between her thighs. "Maybe there should be a new rule that you're not allowed to have any underwear on while you're in the house, hmm? That way, Daddy can play with you any time he wants."

Dal Dal's eyes widened at his suggestion, in surprise, but also dawning realization and delight.

"Oh, yes," she exclaimed, breath hitching when he touches her between her legs. Her panties are soaked, have been ever since she knew him to be watching her. This was what she'd dreamed of. Imagined while she cooked earlier that evening. Satoshi coming up behind her in the kitchen and wrapping his arms around her waist, one hand in her panties, teasing her, while he ground his hard cock against her ass. She moans aloud as the images flash through her mind, and spreads her legs wider for him. "Play with my pussy, and put your fingers inside me, Daddy. Whenever. Wherever you want."

She was working herself up with her own words, and her hips moved against him, eager and needy.

"Make me yours."

Satoshi's face was so near hers, they could feel one another's breath on their lips, and it was intoxicating to watch the expressions of pleasure play out on the young girl's face, knowing that he was the cause. His fingers pressed the thin, dampened fabric against Dal Dal's pussy wanting more of them.

"Mmm, I barely need to do any playing, sweet girl... you love Daddy touching you like this that much, hmm? Love the idea of these fingers sliding inside your tight young pussy when you're least expecting it? Mmmm, I do, too."

Nodding, Satoshi's fingers moved, dipping under those panties now, to let his fingertips slide over hot, damp folds. "Peel off those panties, darling. The first thing I'll do to make you mine is make you cum. So cum for Daddy. I want to see my pretty little girl cum on my fingers..."

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You’re much too young, girl

Dal Dal Choi | Girls of the Wild's | m/f

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