open nsfw post ♡ it's thirst o'clock

[moes]

BASICALLY: plurk memes except in rp - my character (or yours!) walks in to the other masturbating. how do they react?

That's the scenario, I got nothing else to say except choose a character, give me a set up (or make me write one) and profit.....

Feel free to add any kinks as you see fit, I do love photography/video taping and voyeurism but come at me with your wild masturbation kinks. If you have questions just hmu on plurk or discord, come at me.

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[dereban]

[ Here they fucking are, apparently. But it's not necessarily a bad thing in her opinion, considering that she's benefiting from the whole thing, a small noise from the back of her throat when he returns the kiss with quite a bit of fervor. Ah, this is nice... And considering what she was watching him do just moments before, she kind of wants more of it. She leans a little into his touch as she breaks the kiss, keeping close when she does, her cheeks clearly flushed. ] Do you... want more than that, Rean?

[motiv8]

[This is nice. He really can't help but feel he's being entirely too forward, here, but...

Well. She's not exactly pulling away from all of this. She wasn't exactly running away earlier.

When he speaks, his voice is low, soft.]

You're damn right I do.

[dereban]

[ To be honest? She actually likes it when he's being a little more forward with her, a little more honest with himself. And it's hearing those few words that are so soft that she's too aware that they're only meant for her to hear which sends obvious shivers rolling down her spine. It's only made even more evident just how turned on she is by how her breath catches slightly in her throat, how every syllable that drips from her lips oozes temptation like honey. ] Then, tell me what to do. I'm supposed to be taking responsibility for watching you, so, show me what you want. It's my punishment... [ She leans in a little closer to him, enough so that he can feel her body pressed against his own as she whispers right into his ear: ] ...since I'm a bad girl and you're supposed to be the 'hero', right? [ She can play it like this, sure. ]

[motiv8]

[Let's face it: Rean is stupid. Rean is especially stupid when it comes to anything even remotely close to this type of thing.

But he's not so stupid as to misconstrue what all of this means. His own breath hitches with her stepping that much closer, a shiver running down his spine accompanied by a little moan that he just can't help when she presses against him. His cock strains against the fabric where it was hastily tucked back into his pants (as best as he could, anyway, his untucked shirt is definitely playing the role of hiding it, too), and he knows exactly what he wants.

And hell, she might like it if he were to just act on that outright, but that's not in his nature even if he is being more forward.

He scoffs a little at the word 'hero,' turning his gaze sidelong at her.]

...You and I both know I'm hardly anything of the sort. But... I think I can work with it for one night. To give you the punishment you deserve.

[Reaching to firmly take her wrist, he leads her over to the bed (because there's a bed here now, sure).

It's strange, putting what he wants to voice, but...]

Down.

[A simple command. She can take it how she wants. He just wants her on the bed somehow.]

[dereban]

[ She knows very well just what kind of person Rean is; after all, the reason why she would say such things and be like this with him even in spite of the multitude of issues she has is solely because of how aware she is of that. And to be honest, hearing his voice like that? In a way she gets that not many people get to hear? It's a bit of a turn on for her, not to mention that it manages to crack a bit of a small, sinister grin on her lips for a quick moment before it slips away when he grabs her by the wrist, pulling her into the room and all the way towards the bed. And while it might be a simple command that he gives her, it's one that she eagerly obeys, lowering herself onto the bed for him without saying a single word, spreading her body out for him, the blush on her cheeks slowly spreading to the tips of her ears now that they've gotten this far into it. There's no going back from here, she's certain. But she doesn't have regrets about it yet, either. It's easy to see her rather slender curves this way, too and how she looked easily comparable to a model. She had a relatively short, black pleated skirt on that barely reached her knees and the only thing covering her legs were matching dark colored thigh high socks. And all she wore above was button up shirt sleeved collared shirt that couldn't hide her rather modest chest size - she's a B cup, for the record! - as she fixes her gaze to follow Rean, wondering how he would follow this up. ]

[motiv8]

[How would he follow this up, indeed?

Looking at her now, he suddenly understands the meaning of having one's breath taken away. Goddess, she's gorgeous.

And in a way, that makes him even more nervous. There's a small part of him that wonders if he shouldn't slam the brakes on this right here and now – not because he isn't ready, but because he fears doing something improperly. What if he hurts her? What if he fails her?

But thankfully, there's a much more powerful force than his anxiety in play, here, and that wins out. He swallows hard, once, to steel his nerves before proceeding.

He climbs atop the bed and straddles her such that one knee rests between her thighs, hands planted to hold himself up on either side of her. He takes in one last second to drink in what he sees, his normally bright lavender eyes darkened with lust, before leaning in to claim her lips in yet another hungry kiss.]

[dereban]

[ While he might be concerned about a good amount of things for a good moment or two, that doesn't matter to Inaba. Sure, normally she would have anxieties rise up given her nature but she's shoving all of them down. After all, there's an emotion that manages to overcome it. But her gaze watches him carefully, following his every movement, including how she can see the lust settled in his eyes - which, if she were to be honest, was a good look on him - as he leans in to capture her lips, immediately making a noise from the back if her throat, eager for him to give her more of that. ]

[motiv8]

[Isn't it amazing, what hormones can drown out?

But oh, he could get used to that sound, and if his heart wasn't racing before it most certainly is now. He's more than happy to oblige her, deepening the kiss and even getting so bold as to dart out his tongue toward her lips.]

[dereban]

[ It sure is great!

And it's especially a good distraction from any and all of her bubbling worries, only able to focus on the kiss proper and how he deepens it so easily, obliging her silent request. And not only does it arouse her to the point where she craves something that isn't just kissing, but if he wanted more of the sounds she makes? He'll get it in spades to the point where he'll notice her voice pitching a little higher than usual; it's honestly kind of cute and one could argue that she sounds more like someone her age like this in contrast to the "calm, cool and collected" persona she puts on normally.

Honestly, this is probably the most she's let anyone see of her true self in a long while.

When she feels the warmth of his tongue in her lips, she can't help herself; she goes right for it, allowing her lips to part for him and even brings a hand up tentatively to cup the side of his cheek before going a little higher to tangle her fingers in his hair, should he allow it. ]

[motiv8]

[It's definitely cute. He'd had a feeling he would if he ever got to see her, but he thinks he likes this Inaba, the real one, much better than the mask she wears.

He's happy to let her fingers tangle in his hair, and the touch draws forth a low moan from the back of Rean's throat. With her permission granted, he delves his tongue right into her mouth, wasting no time in exploring how his tongue feels against hers.

Shifting his weight so he can support himself with just one hand, he moves the other up to first gently brush some hair away from her face. From there, he trails it down her cheek and past her neck to her collarbone, then angles its trajectory slightly to the side so that it brushes past the side of her breast before coming to rest on her waist.]

[dereban]

[ If he ever openly admitted that to her, there's a very good chance that she would get pretty flustered and embarrassed about it. She's used to being compared to a model, but being called 'cute' is... It just doesn't fit her. Hearing the sound of his voice go like that because of her somehow elicits a moan from the back of her throat herself, cheeks flushing when she hears it. But it isn't something she lingers on for too long as she's immediately distracted by how his tongue tangles around her own, how the taste makes her melt underneath him. If she got more of this, she probably would do most things that he asked of her. Kind of embarrassing to think about, but she probably can trust him. Even if she probably shouldn't. And the fact that she seems to shiver at his touch that runs down from the side of her face and going even lower and even the hollow of her breast before he stops at her waist, her gaze trying to meet his own with a clear hunger in her eyes. ]

[motiv8]

[Why not? Being cute, being beautiful, being sexy— none of those things are mutually exclusive, so far as Rean's concerned.

All things considered, though, Rean's probably one of the safest people to be left completely at the whim of. Even taking her like this to "punish" her, his touches are almost painfully gentle.

Giving another moan into the kiss, he relishes in the feeling for a moment longer, the fingers of the hand supporting him on the bed curling in a little from the warmth and how the two of them seem to melt together.

All good things must come to an end, though, if only to open the pathway to other good things, and so eventually he breaks the kiss to gasp for breath, cracking open his eyes and meeting her wanting gaze.

The hand that stopped on her waist moves up, slowly, so that his hand cups her breast through the fabric of her top. Gently, too gently, he runs his thumb across it to brush against her nipple.]

You want this...?

[It's unclear if that's an honest question or just further teasing, with how his voice comes as almost a whisper.]

[dereban]

[ She honestly doesn't mind the gentleness in spite of the fact that this is supposed to be a "punishment"; in fact, it feels a little like he's teasing her - with how his hand brushed the side of her breast but didn't linger there for long. And the fact that his touch is so tantalizingly gentle makes her ache for it even more, which might be the real punishment here. And it's made rather obvious when she speaks, deperation settled in her voice as it's still pitching a bit in an almost whine. ] Please. . . I'll do anything you tell me, so please.

[motiv8]

[There's no denying that a part of him is just nervous about this, a little afraid to touch her too intently. But there's a rapidly growing part of him that knows exactly how much of a tease he's being, and that's the part of him that's responsible for the little almost-grin playing on his lips now.

He's the one making her this desperate. A lovely opposition to how desperate she'd had him earlier, and a sort of power he thinks he could get used to.

He moves that hand away from her breast up toward her collar, undoing the topmost button before moving back and sitting up to kneeling to give her more room.]

If that's the case... I want to watch you take that off.

[dereban]

[ Showing this much of herself is embarrassing, and the fact that he's making that expression makes her flustered her even further. But she isn't going to argue when he purposely moves his hand away from her chest right to the collar and pops open a button. But it's only one, and she knows that he's being more of a little shit. Although she can't help but pout a little before nodding, her cheeks flush as she slowly undoes the rest of the buttons slowly, starting from the top going all the way down before it's all open, revealing the dark bra underneath when she finally shrugs it off her shoulders. ] Is this good enough. . .?

[motiv8]

[Hey, she shouldn't offer to do anything he asks if she's going to be so embarrassed, then!

Rean seems to like what he sees, though, eyes drinking in her figure before he leans in over her again. This time, he angles his head toward the side of her head so that his mouth hovers just away from her ear, which he whispers into.]

It is.

...You're beautiful, you know.

[And with that, he moves his hand back to where it had started on her breast, massaging over the fabric of her bra with his thumb with more pressure than he had initially. At the same time, he presses a gentle kiss at her jawline just below her ear, trailing a couple more slowly down onto her neck.]

[dereban]

[ Look, just because she's going to get flustered doesn't necessarily mean that she's not into it. Spoilers: she is absolutely turned on right now, in spite of being extremely embarrassed. But it's fine, she'll get used to it.

Nevertheless, seeing him rove his eyes all over her body, taking in her entire figure makes her feel rather stelf aware of herself for a bit, wondering what he'd think. Thankfully she doesn't have to wait for a second longer as he dips his head in close, whispering in her ear those words that practically make her stomach flip and her heart race. If it was possible to go any redder by such a compliment, she would be right about now.

It's almost too much.

And what comes next is the slight shudders that run down her spine when his hand moves back there, the soft sounds that nearly slip that she brings her own hands to her lips in a lame attempt to suppress it, even though she is very aware that he heard her sounds earlier.

Don't mind her. ]

[motiv8]

[Well, he will pay mind to her, but not to her sad attempts to muffle herself. Instead, he'll keep up with what he's doing, planting kisses down her neck and even stopping to nip at the skin there a little. He can't help himself, it's just so tempting...

Her shuddering and near-moans only encourage him further, thumb tracing a circle around the nipple he's feeling more and more prominently through the fabric of her bra.]

[dereban]

[ It's so sad, Alexa play-- okay, no, but while he continues to kiss her neck and even nip on the warm skin, she definitely can't help her voice from slipping through, eager and needy. She can barely make any sort of comprehensible sentences right now like this, but at least it'll be obvious to him that she likes what he's doing and wants more of it when she cranes her neck towards his touch. She doesn't even care right now if he makes a mark on her skin; all that she wants is this feeling of satisfaction as he showers her with affection. Although she does realize that even though he's found her weak, sensitive spots through the fabric of her bra, it isn't enough for her. Her breath catches slightly as a soft noise escapes the back of her throat, clearly audible as one of her free hands clutches a bit onto the fabric of the bed beneath her tightly. Even if it's difficult, she needs— ] More... please. [ Her voice is begging as her eyes gaze into his own, clouded with desire and lust and a desperation that wasn't there before. ]

[motiv8]

[Well, hey, given the lyrics, Despacito might not be the worst song to play right now—

But ah, yes, more of those sweet noises and validation. He dips a little lower, down to where her neck almost meets her shoulder, and nips again before continuing the trail of kisses lower.

Down to her collarbone, and then to where her breast begins to swell, hand never ceasing its torturous teasing. He pulls his mouth away only enough to speak.]

Tell me what you want. Exactly what you want.

[dereban]

[ Nipping at the junction where her neck meets her shoulder is another easy way to get her to cry out; she's just so, so weak to all of this affection. After all, she's craved it for so long. But when he demands of her to say what she really wants, it comes out as a bit of a whine: ] I want you to touch me directly. And stop teasing me. . . [ Is that direct enough? Or does she need to say more? ]

[motiv8]

[She's weak to affection, and he's weak to praise. It all comingles so wonderfully.

He pulls back again so that she can at least prop herself up on her elbows.]

Let me take that off of you, then.

[No promises on the not teasing, apparently, because to illustrate what he means by "that" he just gently glides his fingers over the dark silky fabric one last time.]

[dereban]

[ That's rude, Rean! Especially since she is now obviously pouting a bit when he still glides his fingertips across the fabric, although she can't suppress a moan when he does before shifting her weight a bit as she gives him enough room to access her back and undo the clasp there. ]

[motiv8]

[Listen, he's almost always such a doormat. Let him have some fun.

He'll give her what she wants, though, reaching behind her to undo the clasp. It takes a little fumbling, trying to unhook something unfamiliar and that he can't even see, but he does succeed after a few seconds of effort.

With that dealt with, it's just a matter of slipping it off of her and discarding it off to the side. And with that, he'll actually quit his teasing.

Mostly.

One hand moves to occupy one breast, cupping it and thumbing at her directly now, while the breast he'd been teasing at previously is now occupied by his mouth, continuing from where he left off his trail of kisses and making his way agonizingly slowly to press one on the other hard and waiting nipple.]

[dereban]

[ This is a no fun zone, Rean!! Not that she can argue that point when she's too distracted, not to mention that she's kind of having fun herself in a way that she doesn't really want him to stop. Especially given how he's now touching her directly, making her stomach flip with anticipation as she presses herself into the touch, arching her back in an obvious desperation for more of what he's giving her, no longer hiding how loud and high pitched her moans are. Toes curl into the fabric of the mattress slightly before she goes on ahead to slide her fingers back into his hair, tugging at it slightly to encourage him even more. ]