bakerstreet | sexting meme? that’s kind of our thing. (aka james gunn's the sexting squad)

[It doesn't take her long to break the kiss. Eventually his pants are just too rough on her sensitive slit. Aoba pulls off him and scrambles to sit back near his thighs so she can at least pull his fly down and reveal his boxers which will hopefully be more forgiving.

She gets frustrated; her fingers working so frantically that they fumble, and she growls until accidentally popping the button clean off.]

—Was that expensive?

[ He props himself up on his elbows as she scurries back, just as eager for what she'll do as she apparently is to actually do it. He would offer to help, but seeing her working so frantically has a charm of its own. It's good for the ego, maybe, to feel so desperately wanted.

So when she pops the button off entirely he can't help but laugh, reaching a hand up to graze his fingertips along her chin and jawbone, eventually cupping her cheek. ]

A little. But I'm sure you can make that up to me.

[...Oh. Never before has she wanted to "make that up to" someone with her body, but right now it's all that occupies her mind. Aoba swallows nervously as one of her hands moves between them to pull down the solid part of the suit entirely. The fishnet part looks like it's some kind of leotard, and her nipples poke out from the holes of the net; bright and pink.]

Take what you need.

[I need you, she remembers him saying.]

[ Oh, indeed.

His eyes are glued to the sight of her as she proceeds to pull away the opaque black material, leaving her body not quite naked but certainly indecent in a way that he finds overwhelmingly erotic. At her behest he sits up straighter, a hand slipping beneath one of her more or less exposed breasts to cup the curve and lift it upwards, lowering his face to allow his tongue to swirl about the pink nub peeking from beneath the leotard before closing his lips around it to suck lightly.

His other hand makes no delay to slip between her thighs, a single fingertip seeking her clit to rub in quick, eager circles, before he opens his mouth to peer up at her with a string of saliva connecting his mouth and her nipple. ]

Careful. I'll take all of you, if that's that offer.

[Does he know how unfair he looks right now? With his saliva tethering them? Does he know how wild he drives her when he starts with such a fast pace on her clit? She doesn't even have the wherewithal to think before words come flying out of her mouth:]

Do it. And if you need more incentive I'll be happy to break the zipper too.

[She wants to commit to this. Even if he wants to draw this out and tease her, she doesn't want him holding back on her account. Aoba aches for him far too deeply for that.]

[ In that case. ]

No need.

[ Because he'll reach down from her breast to grab at the waistband of his pants and yank them open himself - the zipper never stood a chance, but really, did it ever? It's enough that he can pull the garment down from his hips, tugging the boxers beneath along with it so his cock can finally hang free in the open air, thick and hard and impatient, the head already smeared slick with precum.

It's his turn to place his hands on her shoulders, urging her onto her back, positioning himself between her legs as he presses another kiss fondly against her lips. ]

... If it's ever too much, just tell me. The last thing I want is to hurt you.

[ ... A light nip at her bottom lip, teeth pinching just enough to sting. ]

Unless you ask me to, of course.

[She easily is guided so her back meets the mattress. Her head now resting beside the strips of fabric that could be used as restraints, gags, or blindfolds. Aoba swallows nervously, but is determined to let him know:]

Don't feel like you have to hold back. I can speak up if I need to. A-and you should probably know I'm on a medicine that prevents me from getting pregnant, so... We don't have to be too careful.

[And any dirty talk about breeding like rabbits won't scare her. She reciprocates his kiss and runs a hand through his dark hair.]

[ Will he turn his attention to those bits of fabric? Eventually. Maybe? Probably. But right now his focus is on her and her alone, on how small she seems beneath him - and yet how a part of him still finds this all incredibly intimidating because this is her, a fact that is as motivating as it is terrifying.

Her words bring some comfort - because it reminds him of an obvious truth. When something bothers Aoba, she wastes no time in pointing it out. He can trust her to do the same, here.

...

The bit about her medication, though, is comforting in a very different way. ]

So- [ He murmurs against her lips, shifting slightly to find the swollen head of his cock pressed against her folds. ] -you're alright with being filled, then?

[Feeling his heat pressed to her cunt without going in is almost enough to make her wildly wrap her legs around his hips and force him in herself. She yearns for him that much, but she restrains herself.

Honestly she thought she'd always have to be the one pushing for things. Clinging to him and pressing the envelope until he completely crumpled beneath her begging for relief... And now here she is. Beneath him and just short of begging him to just fuck her. Thankfully he seems to need her so much he doesn't have the patience to make her beg.]

If you want to stuff me fuller than a cream doughnut be my guest.

[Actually the thought of over flowing with his semen is... admittedly a little appealing. He'll be able to feel her lips twitch against him as the thought grips more than just her mind.]

[ Fuller than a... wow. That's. That's a line, and he blinks once as he processes it. There was definitely a time when that would have made him roll his eyes, and even now it's definitely something else.

But of course it is.

This is her, after all.

So he chuckles against her mouth, hands finding her hips to grip tight, keeping her still for him. ]

My pleasure.

[ They've already said enough - too much, arguably, but with her body held in place it's easy enough to push his hips forward to urge his cock past her folds to spread her open, impeded only by how tight her walls clenched against him.

... Which was pretty damn tight, to be fair. It's not exactly an easy fit. ]

[Sure, maybe what she said was a bit of a mood killer, but she thought a bit of a funny would break her out of her own nervousness.

It at least gives her the bravery to slip her hand between them so her slender fingers can spread her lips. This means any fold that may have been caught by his girth and pushed inward is tugged gently away to make more room. Meanwhile she spreads her legs as wide as she can. Even with giving him everything, even with how wet she is — which is incredibly so considering she's been dripping since the picture she sent him, it's still a tight fit. There's no helping it with the size difference between them.

Aoba leans her head to the side as she groans. Each inch he sinks into her is both ecstasy and torture. Her whole body trembles beneath him as sweat breaks out across her brow.]

Fuck, Dark... Keep going. You're so big, I—

[Another deep moan from her as she twitches around his impressive diameter.]

[ What could have prepared him for this? Not just for how she clenches around him, tight and wet and hotter than he had anticipated, but the sight and sound of her body as she tries to adjust to him? His lips meet her neck as she tilts her head, clenchig teeth against the crook of her neck as if to keep her grounded as his hips pause, withdraw - only to push forward with newfound insistence, again, then again, each stroke finding him buried a little deeper than the last, each thrust pushing a little harder than the last.

His hands travel from her hips, running along her thighs before taking grip under each knee to keep her legs spread as those careful, steady strokes begin to give way to a good and honest fuck that rocks her body, his mouth parting against her skin to gasp. ]

Shit, you feel so good...!

[With every inch she imagines there will be a point where he's hilted himself in her, where the weight of his balls rest against her, that he pauses and she can simply adjust to his size.

That doesn't happen. As soon as her slick channel has eased up on him enough for him to feel confident thrusting properly he goes for it. Aoba's bed creaks and her body jostles. In the netting of her clothes her tits bounce with the rocking movement. The rigid thread irritates her nipples, but only enough to turn them a gentle shade of red and to keep them stiff.

It certainly feels like forever since she's had sex, and caving into her desires brings some guilt along with it. However it is nothing compared to the what she can only describe as sweet agony. She can't be wide enough for him, but then again why would she want to be? That soft sting of discomfort is nothing compared to being finally filled with his hard cock - hot with desire. If he were any hotter she'd swear she would melt.]

I — I'm glad! I... I've wanted this for so long.

[I'm sorry would probably ruin the mood, but even now she thinks of all the times she was so close to kissing him. Even back on his world, even when he was harsh to her, she wanted to be soft with him.]

[ Every time his hips draw back it's as though he can't hurry fast enough to thrust back into her, as if she were sucking him in, as though there was only one place his cock belonged and that was buried as deep in her as each thrust could manage. The things they said to each other in text play out in his head - about her stretching to his shape, about how he could use her like a toy to be fucked--

But nothing gets to him like hearing her say, plainly, simply, that she wants this. That she had wanted it for a long time.

Because so had he.

He cranes his neck to press a kiss to her lips - something fond, tender, albeit messy as his hips continue to rock her body, jostling her curves in a mesmerizing display. Moaning against her lips, his grip tightens against her knees as he pushes them back towards the bed, folding her beneath him as he hammers into her harder, deeper - stretching her just enough that his balls slap against her with each thrust, enough that she's finally taking him all the way to the base. ]

Me too, I-- fuck, I need you so bad, I always have!

That, [her breathing comes out in pants as the thrill of their bodies colliding makes her muscles grow tense] that makes me so happy.

[I always have. Did it get any better to hear that? To know that when they were close and she was holding back her feelings that he never hated her because secretly he reciprocated. And now they're connected. Pressed together in the most intimate fashion.

This is like a dream come true, though the noises embarrass her. Every lewd slap, each wet squelch and lascivious moan make her ears burn hot. Does her body sound so obscene? Is this really what she's like for him? How awful! —Unless he likes it. All that time hearing him chastise her for being naughty, but he's here now indulging with her. Indulging in her. Does he want her to be lewd?

Remembering what he was bold enough to say over text has her thinking that maybe it's a yes. That maybe the sound of his hard cock, slick with a mixture of their arousal, pounding her wet pussy audibly. That maybe the slap of his balls filling the room is something they can both just enjoy. Honestly? If he fucked her pussy into his shape today maybe that would be okay. Even if he left her gaping and dripping with fluid... in this moment where she'd give anything to make him happy that would be okay.]

Dark, I love you!

[ This certainly wasn't when he'd expected to hear those words - he wasn't sure when or if he ever would, to be honest, so to hear her cry them out now as he pounds her against the mattress was a bit of a shock, to say the least. It's enough to find him slowing, eyes blinking wide in surprise as if to make sure he'd heard her correctly. ]

Aoba...

[ But that lull only lasts a moment as passion overwhelms, crushing his lips against hers as he slams his cock into her cunt as if in a frenzy, as if truly determined to hammer his imprint into her body by sheer force. Each wet slap sends juices spattering against the sheets beneath them, their bodies sticking together with sweat every time he surges forward to fill her with his girth. His hands release her knees to reach below her body and grip her ass tight, fingertips spreading her cheeks as if to stretch her further. He wanted every inch of her body, needed it, and it's more than obvious from how savagely he drills into her, from the almost bestial way his body reacts to her own. ]

I love you, I love you so much--!

[ So caught up in the moment is he that he doesn't even recognize his first climax until it's suddenly there, hastened by her confession. A sharp cry escapes him as he slams down one more time, sheathing his full length inside of her, the head of his cock pressed to her deepest parts as he unloads spurt after spurt of hot cum inside of her. ]

[Everything is a blur after he says her name. Pain, pleasure, agony, ecstasy? All of it runs together so hard and fast that the string of moments leading to his climax feel more like like one blissful second. It isn't until his body slams into her, burying himself as far he can go in her small body, that she finally comes back down to earth. She doesn't come with him, but lord did she get close.

Even as his cock twitches inside of her, her pussy gripping him as if her life depended on it, she feels as if maybe she can get there... but in the end—when he finally rides out his orgasm—she resigns herself. Which, honestly, there's not much negative resignation about it. Even without reaching her peak it's probably the most intense she's been fucked; in a good way. Just a little more and she probably would have had the best climax of her life.

Instead she's left internally screaming now that her brain remembers his repetitive cries of, "I love you!" which just beings back her own confession. Oh. Oh no.

She won't be able back pedal on that one, will she? Well... definitely not while she's covered in sweat beneath him with her cunt throbbing, aching, to follow him in his release.]

sexting meme? that’s kind of our thing. (aka james gunn's the sexting squad)

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