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]

[ 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. ]

[motiv8]

[What's the point of sex if not for fun? aside from, you know, its actual purpose but sssssh

That reaction pulls his lips back into a little grin before he continues, more than happy to oblige her if it'll get him more of that.

He finally takes her other nipple into his mouth, lightly sucking on it before swirling his tongue around it. The hand that occupies the other one works to apply some gentle pressure, lightly pinching and tugging. It wouldn't do to give one less attention than the other, after all.]

[dereban]

[ Okay, fair. But if he wants more of that, he'll be getting it in spades, given that she seems to tremble and moan even louder than before, her voice slightly shaky. His touch is warm and comforting and enough to make the hand tangled in his hair tug a little more; not too roughly, but enough to show him that he can stay close to her. ] You can go lower, Rean... [ She sounds pretty desperate, although Inaba honestly wouldn't mind if he stayed here, either. ]

[motiv8]

[It's not like he'd particularly mind if it were a bit more roughly, anyway. He can handle it.

To her suggestion of going lower, he almost goes along with it, sliding his hand down her side before stopping at her waist. Yes, he could do that, but did she not say earlier she'd do whatever he asked? It's not wrong for him to take her up on that, is it? This should be a mutual exchange, after all.]

...I can. [He only barely pulls away from her breast to breathe the response.] There's more you can do, too, you know.

[dereban]

You're really distracting. [ She puffs her cheeks a little indignantly, burrowing her brow as she somehow manages to even out her voice into something resembling her normal pitch before letting out a shaky breath in an attempt to compose herself. Fixing her gaze onto his, she slides her hands onto his shoulders, not doing anything else just yet, just simply dipping her head close to his ear to whisper, low and syrupy. ] But in that case... tell me what to do. [ Is she asking because she doesn't know what to do or is it because Inaba wants to toss his words back at him and tease a little bit in return, who knows. ]

[motiv8]

Heh. Sorry about that.

[No he's not.

He shivers a little feeling her breath on his ear, and while a part of him is cursing her for teasing him back, the rest of him is pretty sure he deserves this. Still, he responds in his own low whisper, his voice betraying a bit of his own desperation.]

Take off whatever you want, do whatever you want. But you know exactly what you did to me...

[And to that point, he shifts his hips a little closer so she absolutely cannot miss how painfully hard he is, his pants already undone from before and his cock only barely contained by his underwear.]

And you owe it to me to at least take care of that a bit, don't you? If I'm moving lower on you.

[dereban]

[ Yeah, that's definitely a "sorry not sorry" moment, and she knows it. Although hearing him tell her to do whatever she wants... It's giving her too much power. But he is right about it being her fault in some ways, especially when she can actually see it through his boxers. Hm. Maybe she can tease him a little more. ] Mm, okay... [ And as she says that words she places the flat of her hand on his chest, trailing her hand down, agonizingly slow before she dips to where his boxers are, running her fingers atop of the fabric there before her lips catch the skin of his neck, peppering kisses there and trying to gauge his reaction. ]