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Buckle up, 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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[ that purple lingerie is pretty much adorning her bedroom floor right now, along with every other stitch of clothing harley had been wearing seconds before she'd strode into the room and found her bed wonderfully occupied with helena in all her leggy, lithe glory. really, harley loves the fact that the other woman is so slender, slight, subtly muscled, her tits a perfect size to settle in a palming grip — not too big, not too small, but just right, especially when they're not being confined in those tight tank tops helena's always wearing that just so happen to show off her gorgeous arms in the process.

her laugh is giddy, breathless, and honestly, she's savoring every moment of this, the way their bodies slide together with some blend of sweat and musky sex; harley feels like she's still coming down from helena working her off with a delicious pairing of tongue and two fingers before the other woman had crawled up the length of her body to slot them together this way, and she's shuddering beneath the welcome weight of helena's frame as the brunette settles on top of her, gasping when the huntress licks at her neck and then bites down hard enough to make her hips lift so that there's more of a grind happening between them now. ]

Please surprise me like this all the time. [ she tips her head down finally, reaching up to tuck a few dark waves of hair behind helena's ear before surging up to kiss her again, slow and hungry but also maybe pouring a little affection into it too, letting her eyes flutter shut. of course, she can't resist letting her own hand trail down the curve of helena's lower back until she can grab a handful of that pert ass, squeezing firmly as she releases a playful growl into the kiss itself. ] Could get used to bein' welcomed home by this gorgeous bod.

[ Harley isn't the only one savoring every moment of their fiercely passionate interlock; Helena feels like she's just soaked in the immediate everything of Harley Quinn: from the enthused writhe of her strikingly perfect body, to the sweet, giggly moans that climb from those parted lips to send a shiver of wanton encouragement through Helena's entirety, to the full taste of pussy that lingers wetly upon her fingers, her tongue, her lips, her breath. Every inch of skin, every drop of sweat, every reaching moan, Helena wants all of it.

She nips and growls at the slope of Harley's neck like a vampire who didn't get the genre-wide memo about being subtle, but then she's being kissed, and damn if Harley's kisses don't feel like a mallet to the face in the most pleasing way possible. Helena finds herself reminded again of the first word that popped into her mind when she first saw Harley Quinn and felt taken aback by how incredible and energetic she was in person: knockout.

Helena melts into the kiss with the kind of easy surrender that probably shouldn't be expected from a bonafide badass vigilante, but that's not who she is with Harley. Even as their tongues collide in a hungry wrestle, Helena can taste the tenderness in the kiss, and it prompts a slightly dorky little smile as she feels fingers brush through her hair...and a more devious hand travel downwards to grab her ass. That dorky smile lingers on Helena's expression even after the kiss breaks and her hips resume their downward grind, rubbing her slick, throbbing cunt upon Harley's thigh while pushing her own leg upwards to meet Harley's own upward thrusts. ]

Yeah? Maybe you should start getting used to it.

[ she probably didn't need to tell helena from the start that this was going to be a messy affair, that she doesn't do anything in half-measures, that any long-term friends-with-benefits sitch they're figuring out together isn't going to be this soft and gentle deal. but helena's risen to the occasion and then some, proving to give as good as she gets in every way imaginable, sometimes testing the very limits of what harley thinks she can handle.

and shit, can the huntress kiss too, with the same kind of passion and intensity that she approaches everything else, that laser-sharp focus that narrows in on her targets, that had dictated her whole revenge mission and her return to gotham in the first place. she kisses until harley starts feeling dizzy with the need for air and their mouths inevitably peel apart, but she releases a throaty laugh towards the ceiling of her room as the other woman rears up and starts to frot against her thigh, slick and hot on her skin. ]

Yeah? You mean that? [ her hand rears back and then comes down hard, a firm smack against helena's ass that rings out like a sharp crack in the air above their panted breaths, trying to spur her on faster, encouraging her to ride that thigh like it owes her money and she's not taking no for an answer. ] That's it. Rub on me like that.

[ Relationships -- if that's what you can call this -- are not in Helena's repertoire of skills: stealth assassinations and knowing the word "repertoire" is. Her experience is limited, with Harley herself being the first woman she's really slept with barring past entanglements that didn't get far because, hey, training for vengeance is a full-time gig.

Still, whatever this is and however it's going to go, Helena has zero desire for it to stop. Especially not when she's riding Harley like a woman possessed, her body writhing like a dancer as she palms Harley's tits. ]

Fuck me my goddamn brains out and I might mean it, yeah - ah!

[ That stinging smack to Helena's ass has the desired effect, at once sending a molten rush of arousal through the core of her and spurring her on to push harder, grind deeper. Her previously moaning lips split into a white, wicked grin. ] Yeah, keep going, keep fucking me, keep touching me...

Edited 2020-09-05 23:31 (UTC)

[ really, harley hasn't indulged in anything serious since she was with her ex, and everyone knows how that had turned out in the end, so this whole situation with helena — the fact that they're just, you know, casually getting closer and closer and maybe that closeness comes with the perk of fucking like bunnies — is something that suits her just fine.

she arches beneath the palming grip of helena's hands on her breasts, groaning softly, and she's pretty sure she's not imagining this when she thinks they've gotten even better at touching each other, getting each other off, helena using those same hands that are so good at stringing and pulling the trigger on a crossbow bolt to stroke over her now. ]

Lemme see you ride it. [ by the end of this they're both going to be sticky, sweaty messes and she'll just have to haul helena into a shower with her, soap her up and make her come all over again, but for now she wants to watch the other woman rub that slick cunt against her thigh, leaving behind a notable glossiness over her own pale skin as she works back and forth.

her hand comes down again, another firm smack that rings out even above the noises they're making, and then she docks it for a grip at helena's hip, the other mimicking a squeeze on the other woman's breast to spur her on further. ] Shit, just... just come all over me.

[ It's not like Helena needs permission to come or anything, buuuut...she's ecstatic that Harley's given that permission, and she shows it with a wide, wild grin followed by a swift, snarling kiss that lasts barely a second but breaks with such a sharp bite that Helena thinks she might have tasted blood on the tip of her swiping tongue. ]

Yes, ma'am. [ Helena licks her lips and the fire in her eyes rages free of control as she rises up and rides, rubbing her cunt hard and desperately into Harley, accepting every encouraging squeeze and grab as her climax climbs in preparation for a great fall. The sharp spank that falls upon her ass sends another stinging jolt of lusty bliss through the very core of her, and somewhere along the line she realizes both hands have settled upon Harley's tits and are not treating her gently. ]

Fuck, fuck-fuck-fuck, Harley, I'm close, I'm close baby, keep going, keep - ngh - fuck, fuck me, Harley, Harley - ! [ Helena says more, but her words are drowned out by the thrumming of blood in her ears and her own feeling of ascending higher, and higher, and higher until she's plunging down into a pool of warm relief. Her entire body tenses into something as taut as a bow-string and then comes that last release, and just as Harley requested, Helena indeed comes all over her: she gushes and squirts, coating Harley's leg in the sticky glisten of her juices while her moans fill the apartment and burst through into whatever rooms adjoin the damn place. She tenses again for a moment, then melts, falling onto Harley with a breathless gasp, her voice ragged from her moaning. ] Harley...

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