What the fresh fuck

[if_it_fits]

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

Re: Aoba Amami | OC

[beautiful_carnivore]

NNNNNNNNNNNN~ Aoba-dono.... I think I might just discover paradise inside you!

[This was inevitable perhaps. As much as Douman pestered and indeed sometimes terrorized Aoba, she never seemed to truly despise him. She'd grumble and complain but if anything she seemed more draw to the dark onmyoji than before. Was it a desire to understand him? There was also natural attraction and her loneliness and fear of being abandoned that he assuaged with confessions and sentiments that even the Alter Ego isn't sure weren't serious.

The why is all academical right now. What is important is that he is on-top of Aoba and thrusting in and out of her welcoming and eager pussy that clamps down upon his cock of considerable size as she clings to him like a spider to a fly, all the while begging, pleading for him to do even more dirty things to her. To stay with her. To love her.]

See? Nnnnnn~ I told you that we would be a perfect match for each other.

[cruxial]

[Aoba isn't sure how they got here. Mostly because, as a person who sabotages her own wants and pushes things off indefinitely, anything happening feels like it's happening too fast. How did he even convince her to be on bottom? The loss of control makes her feel even smaller as Douman eclipses her with his body.]

Sh-shut up, [she replies barely able to gasp it out, much less sound as indignant as she had hoped.]

[After all it's difficult to be harsh and biting while being rocked with pleasure. So instead of letting her voice give her away with the way it wavers with breathlessness, Aoba instead digs in her nails. Manicured and reaching only barely past her fingertips they mark him with crescent indents on his back as she holds him.]