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The Breastplay Meme

You know what are awesome? Breasts. There. That's it. That's the meme. It's celebrating how titillating, how wonderful, how downright fun breasts can be in the right, uhm, hands. Come - but not too soon - and try out a multitude of kinks involving those wonderful things on your or your partners chests.

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PROMPTS

BIG: The ideal of feminine beauty...unless they draw too much attention.
FLAT CHEST: Anything more than a handful is a waste!
TIT FUCK: Also known as paizuri. Do I need to draw you a diagram of what does on here.
GROPING: Just hands-on fun.
MOUTH: Kissing, licking, suckling, all that good fun.
NIPPLES: Focus on those little nubs.
PIERCING: The actual action of piercing or someone already having it done.
LACTATION: Due to pregnancy or otherwise induced.
HUMILIATION: Making fun of someone for their breast size or lack thereof.
BREAST ENVY: Why can't you have their boobs?
EXPANSION: Like plastic surgery, only less invasive. Maybe.
BDSM: Any kind of purposeful injury, shibari, or other restraints.
WILDCARD

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Well, I can't very well neglect either set of my responsibilities, can I...? [ she laughed lightly, keeping her composure even as the color began to rise on her cheeks. ]

"Win over"? Do you mean that you'd convince them your need was greater, or you'd best them in a duel? [ as he opened her blouse, her generous cleavage was revealed; today that cleavage was supported by a deep violet bra trimmed with black lace and silver ribbons. ]

Whatever needed to happen, obviously!

[ It's a cocky, absurd statement and one which he makes all too loudly in a room which still had many students milling about, causing heads to turn to them and to him in particular. Still, he makes that statement simply as if it were a matter of fact. He wasn't proving that point by being loud, he was speaking it with the tone of someone exasperated to explain that one and one makes two. To Haruki Suzumiya, his own success of simply a matter of course, and it didn't really matter whose plans that trampled over. Or at least, that's the impression that he gave off.

His eyes time down to the bra, and his fingers gently run over the lace of it, as well as tug slightly on one of the ribbons. Haruki then nods to himself, and then rapidly unbuttons the rest of the her top to make room enough for his hands to reach around and undo the latch.

... Unless of course this was a front facing one, which might make sense given her position. ]

[ tsubasa has invested in a few more front-closing bras since being selected for this role, but this particular one is a more traditional design... ]

Suzumiya-kun...
Would you like to go somewhere a little more private?

[ there's no rule that says they can't do this in front of other students (the idea is that seeing what they're missing might motivate some of those lower-95-percenters to work on improving their scores), but tsubasa herself prefers to avoid being watched when she can. ...it's not actually up to her, of course, but she likes to at least raise the possibility. ]

[ Having confirmed he bra's latch was back facing he and he would need to take off her top entirely, he was actually most of the way through unbuttoning the rest of her uniform's top when she spoke up. Or at least when he processed it. He blinks once and then, ]

Maybe in a bit, I guess.

[ His tone is thoughtful, but not necessarily of her comfort. After all, she has phrased it in terms of if he would like to, and he doesn't really care. He made a name for himself one gym class when the locker rooms were being renovated and they were supposed to change in class, one sex and then the other, but he'd just started before the sexes split up. Apparently shameless, at least for something like this, it's perhaps unsurprising that he shrugs off the suggestion and makes to brush her uniform's top off entirely so he might reach around and get to the latch without damaging any of her clothes.

That, at least, is a consideration for her! Even if it's a bit warped how he came to it. ]

[ she couldn't help shivering a little as her blouse slipped off her shoulders and the air hit her skin, raising a smattering o lf goosebumps across her chest and collarbone. leaning back against her desk until she was basically sitting on it, she carefully set the discarded garment on its surface and wondered if she should ask him to wait while she folded it...

she'd just hang it on her chair, she decided. they only had the lunch break, after all; time was of the essence.

as for whether anyone else was watching, she was at least glad her back was to the room! ]

[ Man she's gorgeous. It's weird, because when you look at Hanekawa-san, it's hard not to simple think of her as being the class rep. The glasses, the braided hair. But then she had her immaculate skin, the way she looked soft all over, and he breasts. It's so much that once he's gotten the top off her and left it to drift lazily onto the desktop, it might as well be only them in the room. His hands hesitate a moment and he comments, more to himself than anything, ]

... There's a bunch of cosplay you'd look good in.

[ But then he does force himself to break the spell, just a little. His hands come up and with a deftness which might not be expected of the man who had been being fairly oafish so far, he slides his fingers over her back, finds the latch, and delicately undoes it, making her bra loose and making to gently take it down too, to leave her naked from the waist up here in the class. ]

[ she can't help laughing at that, too. ]

Well, if you bring the outfits in yourself... and book an appointment, of course... there's no reason we couldn't have a fashion show.

[ she shuts her eyes as his arms go around her; for a moment it's almost like they're lovers. in another life, perhaps... he's an interesting person for sure, and she does like him, even if she often wishes he'd put his considerable drive toward worthier pursuits than the attention-grabbing stunts he seems to prefer. (then again, who is she to say what's worth doing and what's not?)

but she's more or less given up on the idea of dating, at least until she graduates. she has her studies to focus on, after all. and what's that saying about free milk...?

her bared breasts rise and fall as she takes a deep breath and looks back up into his eyes. (maybe she should take her glasses off for this...) ]

Sheesh.

[ Is what he says, and he does roll his eyes at the idea of booking the appointment but... honestly, he's considering it now. Probably after school but before it closes out for that one... oh but some or another club or team must book her all the time during that period before the vessels are allowed to go home. But the logistics of that can wait, probably.

Still, that laugh does see his cheeks coloring, perhaps a bit flustered to be called out but not enough to protest it.

Haruki focused back on her once he's got he bra unhooked and makes to set it down equally gently with the uniform top on her desk. Once that is done though, well... ]

Man they're huge.

[ Is his next comment, and in contrast to how gingerly he'd handled her clothing, his assault on her breasts is much rougher. His big hands are course from his athleticism and general lifestyle, and he brings them in to squeeze her breasts roughly at first pass, digging into the flesh here in the classroom and rotating his palm over her now exposed nipples. ]

[ ...she doesn't exactly make a face at that comment, but... somehow she'd been hoping for more. (sweet nothings were few and far between in this particular assignment, it turned out.)

but, well. he's not wrong. as the one who has to hunt down bras that actually come in her size, she can confirm it. ]

Ah! S-Suzumiya-kun...!

[ she winces at his touch, taken by surprise; of course, she's terribly sensitive even at the best of times, so she doubts she'd be able to keep from reacting this way even if the touch came from the world's slowest-moving, softest-handed man. her nipples, already somewhat stiff from the cool air, instantly harden completely under the pressure of his warm, dry hands. (she's been fondled by just about everyone in the top 5% by now, and his hands are the biggest—which makes sense, since he's the tallest. they aren't, however, the sweatiest, and she appreciates that.) ]

[ He inhales through his nose as he hears out her reactions. She's... huh, her reactions are always so interesting. It's not like he's never seen or heard her being played with before. It's not like he's never done it before either. But there's something about the character of them which stirs something inside of him, though he's never really examined that within himself enough to give voice to it.

Instead, he just focuses on the physicality of it. He hefts up one breast, giving it a firm squeeze and then bringing the nipple up further as he pinches the end of it and gives it a tug. The other is cupped by his hand, and then kneaded in a way which seems to be mostly to amuse himself.

As lunch's gone on, naturally most people have vacated the room unless they were eating in here. But some linger, caught up in the sight of the two excellent students going about this display. Some with envy, others with just interest. Haruki ignores those people - they're irrelevant extras for the most part as far as he's concerned even if they are his classmates. ]

Soft too. [ So artful, and he hums ] ... Yeah, you'd also look good doing one of those braless running girl shots.

[ as his ministrations continue, she bites her lip and curls her fingertips around the edge of the desk. the pink of her nipple deepens toward crimson as he pulls at it; honestly, her breasts are too heavy to be suspended by a single pinched nipple, so this part is uncomfortable enough that she hisses through her teeth. (but she keeps it low-key to avoid exerting undue influence on haruki. she's here to provide relief, not demand it.

...braless running girl? ]

Th-that's a genre?

YeS?

[ He answers like that's a totally obvious thing. Even if it's... really not, necessarily. Still, he blinks, taking his eyes off her breasts finally to look at her. Her face. Her eyes.

... Huh, she makes cute expressions, he realizes. And so he watches her more properly as he runs his thumbs over her nipples, pressing down hard on them a moment before they come back out and he catches them between his fingers to pinch - and twist. ]

[ much as she'd like to remain perfectly composed and compliant, she can't keep back a yelp of pain (it's only a little one, though!) if he's going to twist. and when she flinches, they jiggle. for some reason she feels a tinge of residual embarrassment, even though it's essentially an objective fact that someone groping your breasts (and pinching your nipples) is several levels above someone seeing you bounce. and when she glances at his face only to realize that he's watching hers, she has to look away again immediately. ]

[ In spite of himself, Haruki can't help but feel accomplished to have gotten that sort of reaction out of her. The yelp, the little jiggle, and especially when she averts her gaze. It raises his own comfort level to know that she's feeling it, even if it's a natural response. There's some part of his head, when she averts her gaze, which makes him consider if he ought to ... kiss her, maybe. But then he reminds himself this is a relief situation. Not ... that. Not romance. It would be rude to her to kiss her.

Fuck he's gotten all up in his head, and she he grunts a little bit as he continues that soft twist and then releases them for just a moment before going in for a full breast squeeze. And he exhales through his nose before, ]

Besides, I'd've been more interesting than anyone else who could be booked anyway. [ Apparently they were back on that. ]

[ she arches her back a bit with a sigh of pleasure. she's more than a handful even for him, but something about having them almost completely enveloped feels good...

...he's still hung up on that, huh? ]

You're very interesting, that's for certain. One might be tempted to say "unusual"... perhaps "bizarre"?

[ the words are playful, but she can't maintain her normal tone of voice at times like this. it's higher, breathier, with a very slight waver...

the fact that so many people have now heard this version of her voice isn't humiliating or anything. but even so, she's grateful that it's not the top ten or twenty percent of the student body who gets access to this perk. ]

[ The way he smiles at that...? Honestly, you'd think that he'd been played a major compliment. Maybe, to the man who claimed to have "no interest in ordinary people" at one point, it was a compliment. He sought out the unusual all the time, but now to be called that? His eyes are positively shining and he grabs her breasts all the tighter for it, practically bouncing on his feet ]

Hah! Good! Better that than being ordinary! People want to connect with things that are unusual! Why do you think people watch so many ghost shows?!

[ The joy of the moment for him is really out of step with what he's actually doing, but he sure is embracing the moment, giddy and grinning. For some reason, that the class rep was the one saying it...?

Well, he wants to pay it forward. He needs to be more unusual. ]

Alright, then let's keep it interesting!

Nnh—!

[ goodness, that's a strong grip. she won't be surprised if she has finger-shaped imprints after this. ]

I don't have a problem with ghost shows, Suzumiya-kun... but if your idea for "keeping it interesting" involves calling upon the spirits of the departed, I'll have to veto it...!

Why not? Might be fun to have a ghost feel you up, you know.

[ He says this with obvious amusement and it's... not really clear if he's joking or not. Knowing him, he might well not be. Either way, he tugs on her breasts now, attempting to pull her by them off her desk and more into his own chest. He exhales, and ]

But nah, I didn't mean that. Let's go to that private space now.

Unless the ghost scores within our school’s ninety-fifth percentile, though, I’m going to have to demand that it at least take me to dinner first.

[once she realizes what he’s doing, she rises quickly and follows his lead; they can function as handles in a pinch, but not without some residual soreness.]

R-right... let me just grab my clothes.

Just pick'em up.

[ But he does now finally, mercifully, release her breasts, letting her pick up the clothes and turning ahead of her so that they might head somewhere more private. ... But by his attitude and by his phrasing it's also clear that his intention is for her to grab the clothes, not necessarily put them back on. So she's apparently expected to walk topless behind him, based on how he already started walking. ]

... Just dinner though, huh?

[she hurriedly grabs them, draping the blouse over her front and carrying the bra and ribbon tie in hand as she falls into step behind him. (She wonders if he has a particular private spot in mind; there are unused classrooms, of course, and rarely used stairwell alcoves. And closets and storage sheds.)]

At least! It’s impossible to know how well the ghost and I might hit it off. Besides, maybe it has extenuating circumstances, like feeling me up is what will allow it to move on peacefully.

... Mmm, that's a good point. If it's a ghost haunting a school, chances are it's either a dead student or a weird pervert. Both of which do have a fairly high statistical likelihood of being virgins who would need that sort of thing.

[ The fact that he answers that honestly and sincerely is quintessential Suzumiya. He seriously considered that and isn't quipping or joking in the least. Either way through, his wide steps give her a difficult gait to follow, one hand in his pockets and the other gesticulating at his talks.

She's lead... towards one of the old wings of the school, which overlooks a lot of the outer athletics areas but also was due to be condemned for replacement in a year or three. There are some classes here, but not many, and similarly there's a few club rooms here. Most notably, it's the club room of his little not quite legal club he operates (though it's officially the literature club's room) ]

[she has long legs relative to her height, but it’s still a challenge to keep up with someone as tall and fast-moving as Haruki. it’s not like she has to jog after him, but she does need to trot a few steps here and there. by the time they reach the contraband club room, she’s not out of breath or anything, but her heartbeat is... elevated.]

Aha... this is your home turf, isn’t it?

Yep! I've got some stuff here which'd be helpful.

[ Grinning, he opens up the door, revealing... well, it's pretty much a normal club room at first glance. A big table, several chairs... the devil is in the details: a lot of stuff which wouldn't be approved line the walls and shelves as well as some other contraband. But once in here he turns to her and seems to expect her to close the door. ]

[she’s already closing it. she has no idea what kind of “unusual” things he has in mind, but she’s positive an audience is not required.]

I’m almost afraid to ask what kind of stuff you’d consider helpful in this scenario...!

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