Buckle up, Mid-Fuck

[mirrormirrormeme]

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

[thejokeriswild]

It only seems fair, doesn’t it, that this turns into a competition of sorts, because hasn’t that been their relationship so far? The hero and the villain, so to speak, that are constantly playing cat and mouse. She’s caught him, now – and he’d argue very firmly that only happened because he let her – and that doesn’t mean the game is going to end. Or that he’s going to come quietly.

Then again, he hopes she’s the one that doesn’t come quietly.

He only smiles in response to her words, because if he’s honest? Of course he wants her to go faster. Of course he wants more. But he can hold back, he tells himself, because seeing her lose control will be so worth it. She’s always so reserved, so restrained, and he wants to push her. Wants to see her squirm. It’s why his hands keep moving, exploring over her body, trying to see what makes her tense, ripple around him, pull in her breath sharply like she’s been stung. He wants to learn everything about her – at least here, in this.

“Maybe,” and he almost laughs, though she’s starting to quicken her pace, bounce over him, and he groans a little as he grabs her ass, pulling her down harder against him. “But you want it, too. To be fucked. Properly. To feel alive.”

After all, why else would she be here? It’s what he wants, too, and the adrenaline is pulsing in his veins, setting him to thrust up into her, to meet the bouncing of her hips, relentless.

[flowerinthemoonlight]

Just the way he groans as she moves on top of him is enough to send a rush of overwhelming satisfaction through her, like it's something she's been waiting for. Even the way he keeps touching her, grabbing hold of her ass to keep her closer, can't distract her from it. She bares her teeth at him in response and presses down harder, shoving her hips forward sharply to take more of him into her.

"I think that's what you want, actually," Yuri breathes into his ear, clenching her legs together so her walls tighten and squeeze around his dick like a vice. She can't hold back her own moan then as more slick forms around her slit, making it easy for her to slide back just as quickly.

Inch by agonizing inch, she pulls back until she feels empty, pulsing and wet and hollow. She's poising herself above him, hovering teasingly away from what was inside her seconds earlier.

Then she pries her fingers apart to grab for his hair like her life depends on it, schooling her face into an expression of what could be near-perfect composure.

"I could just stop here," she says slowly, coolly. "Maybe you should ask nicely, if you don't want me to stop."

Of course, she has no intention of actually stopping—but she's not going to say so. She has to remind herself he's still her enemy, even if getting into his pants is far more enjoyable than it should be.

[thejokeriswild]

There's an intensity in her eyes that he's never seen before. An almost savage glint to her expression. He wonders if anyone, in fact, has seen Yuri quite like this, who normally looks so composed, so elegant, so sure of herself.

It's thrilling in its own way. Even if she's trying to turn it directly onto him.

"Can't, ah, both be true?"

He hisses softly at the tight clenching of her insides, then again as she starts to draw herself back. Slowly, almost painfully pulling herself off of him until she's hovering above, leaving him exposed to the elements. Missing her warmth. Needing it. He glares at her, eyes glittering from within his mask, his own teeth bared slightly when she holds his hair tightly.

"You could, but I think you'd regret it, too," he says, not afraid, because he can see, feel, just how wet she is. She needs this as badly as he does.

But, if it will make her feel better... "Please. Fuck me. And let me fuck you, too. Let me give you what you need."

His cock aches, and frankly, he hopes that's a workable compromise for her pride.

[flowerinthemoonlight]

His glare is enough to send a pang up her spine, like a thrill from the adrenaline of a good hunt. It warms her insides and makes her thrust her hips forward against him, letting the wet tip of his shaft tease at her inner thighs. Just hearing him hiss is intensely gratifying, really.

"I think I would," Yuri concedes, tugging gently at his hair. It's soft and pleasant to touch; she could run her fingers through it all night if she wanted to. She leans forward to murmur in his ear. "But I don't plan to."

She has to marvel at how someone like Joker is able to make begging look dignified. It makes her slicker and wetter between her thighs, the arousal at her core sharp enough to make her bite her lip. And when he says that so nicely...

Well, she's only human.

Without a second to waste, she pushes her hips down and sinks back onto him, taking his length back into her as easily and wetly as if it never left. Her moan of satisfaction is long and loud as she buries herself to the hilt on him, legs spread under her skirt, ass pressed against his thighs.

"What are you waiting for?" She watches him intently with lowered eyes as she gets back to work, rolling her hips, letting herself part completely for him as she pants and groans. "Hurry up and fuck me, Joker."