“I demonstrably do not.” It was true, manners were something she lacked. “It’s all about me me me!” Wow, how miserable. Be a damn shame if you took her hard.
Or maybe bowed to her whims. Or left, or like gave her the local equivalent of $20.
She’s flexible in many ways, physical and otherwise.
Truly, what was this woman on? A riot all her own, but even the narrative saw fit to treat her just as unceremoniously as she regarded herself.
...
It really would be a shame to just debase her, wouldn't it?
"Ha! I guess there would be little offense if I just took what I wanted from you then," Marquez declared, matching cheek for cheek.
The young man didn't hesitate to take her after a bit of teasing with their back and forth as filler. Thrusting into her with her thighs as leverage, Marquez found himself more eager than usual, with a perfect view given that skirt was far too short to cover anything, anyway.
Marquez rolled his eyes at the needy complaints of the barely clothed woman, but smiling, unable to keep his amusement at her nonsense under complete wraps. With a huff of his own, he brought the girl's partially exposed rear to his hips whilst unfastening his pants.
"Brat," the trailblazer called out, grinding right up against her while picking a hole in the fabric to tease her from, gliding his firm tip from her taint to prod at her slit. "Don't you have any manners, at least?"
"You don't understand, the ripping the tights is the point." Its not like her pussy isn't easily accessible. "Rip a nice hole so you can do what you want and then keep going~"
"Huh? I'm fine with the shirt I have." Mam, you are wearing a torn rag. Not even a complete rag. "If not I can go topless." Ah zero shame. "Sides I keep losing shit, so... Don't wanna lose your shit." She waved.
As she lay back and lifted her legs her pants came off in a few less tears. Turned out the crotch on her jeans had already torn. The rest was fine though. She didn't wince any as he stripped her off, at least she had panties on underneath those. She didn't remove them. "You can get at me by..." She pulled her panties aside with her good hand, her bad hand swollen and a little hurt, but now looked like a hand at least. "I'd assume if they want us to fuck its raw. And I don't mind, that's the best kinda sex. So go ahead~"
Marquez sighed, wondering if this is what he sounded like when he feigned ignorance of typical social norms to get people to relax. He laughed at himself, feeling as if he needed to worry when there were quite obviously two anomalies in a room together, stuck until they reached some sort of release. Who was he to fight against his better nature, or least of all, hers. Especially when she so willing.
"Fine," Marquez snarked-in-jest, quickly working off his pants from his ankles and brandishing his quickly stiffening member against her slit. "Anyone ever tell you that you're hard to argue with?"
With a bit of prodding and teasing himself, he was more than ready for her. Despite her rags, she was really something fine. He didn't have very many qualms about palming each of her thighs for leverage and pulling her in to take all of him in one go. There was a silent coo that slipped past him, satisfied with the conditions now that he's let everything else go.
She glanced. "Dignity?" Oh she knows about her lack thereof. She grunted as she held her hand. "Think I broke my wrist. " She huffed. "Owie. Hurts." She sighed as she walked over to the bed.
"Can you take my shirt off?" She asked. "For reasons that should be obvious..." She held her hand at a strange angle as it slowly worked back into place with unnatural movements.
Her clothes were torn and worn and weak. When he would pull on them they would tear. She didn't respond at all to any tears though. Just lifting her arms up, to let him pull her shirt off.
Marquez didn't expect the issue of her top barely being usable by the time he worked it off of her. His eyes widened and the seemed to pathetically come apart before they ever got the chance to hit the ground.
Just what the hell was this lady living through prior to all this?
"How about... I just let you have my shirt when we get out of here," Marquez posed almost as a question despite decency dictating she was going to need it if she was going to be around other people.
Chuckling off any sense of discomfort, he did pull her closer to the edge of the cot and down on his knees between her legs to help her there, as well.
"Any chance you'll be needing some pants after this, too?"
"What if whoever set up the trap was just a horny fuck." Saph said as she looked at the idol. "Also how do you put a camera in a stone idol."
There was a moment before she warmed up a swing of her fist, and then slammed into the stone. Something cracked, but it wasn't the stone, it was her fingers. Her mouth opened as her fingers bent in many wrong ways. She just let out a pained gasp her eyes wide. "Owie. Ow... Owie." Already her fingers slowly were bending back into place. "That... That was magic, but it hurt."
Before he could even get out a whole response, the Trailblazer watches as the woman's hands seemed to settle normally, taking them into his own and inspecting them. Shock and awe rested on his features before rolling his eyes and smiling in disbelief.
"Okay, let's not do that again. I meant something more like," Marquez cut himself off before summoning a hat as his focus and tossing it at the ceiling and creating a golden and rosy field that seemed to obscure the walls around them. It would do the same for anything peering or scrying in or transmitting out.
"If we're going to take the path of least resistance, I just wanted to set up a veil around us so that we can keep our dignity... or as much of it as we can. Marquez, by the way," he introduced himself, leading the other towards the bed to take a seat while he started removing his jacket and shirt to reveal a deceptively muscular build. "Give yourself a minute before we try anything. That was a rough blow to your hand."
The room you can’t leave without having sex (open rp)
“Sooo.” Saph said as she made it to the center of the room. “The room is definitely cursed. Unless you found another exit we can’t leave unless we fuck.” She said staring at an idol in the center of the room.
"That sounds like setup for a prank or some hidden camera show. But you sound pretty confident about that... I take it you don't have anyone that would be looking for you, either?"
"A curse is one thing, but there's no way they'd set this trap up without an intention of making money off us, and I feel like it's a breach of privacy. Can you... do something about that?"
She kissed his tip of his cock while her hand worked on stroking him.
" if you make a sound, I won't let you finish ~"
Cyrene knows she's being a little mean to her beloved trialblazer but he started it ! She just hopes she's not pushing Marquez too hard or at least not hard enough in this moment.
Marquez's arms reached above and behind the top of his lounge chair, clamping on the head of the seat tightly for stability with only thing on a swivel this moment being Cyrene's dexterous grip. His mouth agape, every hum and moan sat blocked at the gate of his throat as the sound his precum slathered over every ridge of his tense member, his lover obviously had zero hesitation in making a mess of him and only on perception, eyeing him up and down as she worked him from tip to base in his slick.
There wasn't a peep from him but every shallow breath tempted to break his abstaining.
Even so, he didn't break eye contact from her either. Deeply, internally, he wanted to revel in every moment of her joy and satisfaction, even if it cost him a bit of struggle. And Aeons, was she determined to put him through the wringer. His own hips betrayed him, jutting up against her delicate, gliding fingertips, and her soft, gentle lips smeared by his excite. A sharp inhale threatened to make him a failure but he wouldn't give so easily, even for her.
Intense focus, and while all he could do was think about the bliss betwixt her plush lips, he was so close he could cry out in frustration if she didn't let him have her mouth. He wanted to have his length nestled deep in her throat in penance. He wanted justice to make up for every bit of strain in the face of her own intemperance.
But more than all of that, he wanted to make her feel just good and drive her just as wild.
Surely, he wouldn't last much longer than this. She knew this, too.
「 GRIND 」 : for sender to grind against the receiver //Anya
𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖
"Oh...?"
Harsh strobes in the darkness, flashing and moving with music too loud to even consider one's thought to one's self. And yet, touch was all too clear in madness. The setting made this kind of dancing hardly uncommon, but there was a possessiveness to their touch that made Anya wonder if they were daft or brave.
She could feel more than just their intention riding up and down their back, as the taller individual's heat rising caused friction that made her decide to play along with the sangfroid on full display from the newest plaything that landed right on her lap... Or ass, as it would seem.
"Honestly," Anya began returning the sentiment, forcefully pressing her plush behind back into stranger with an aggressive sensuality, "Do you always take a girl in the middle of the dance floor like this? Or did I seem like such an easy bitch to you?"
happy sinday y’all! feel free to change any descriptors, combine prompts, and play with context if desired. spicier prompts towards the bottom. add +↻ for the reverse! ♡
[ grope ] — sender feels up receiver’s ass
[ spank ] — sender spanks receiver
[ trace ] — sender traces up receiver’s stomach/chest
[ kiss ] — sender trails kisses down receiver’s chest and stomach
[ hickey ] — sender gives receiver a hickey
[ grab ] — sender feels up along receiver’s hips
[ squeeze ] — sender feels up along receiver’s thighs
[ slim ] — sender feels up along receiver’s sides
[ gentle ] — sender sensually presses and traces along receiver’s back
[ neck ] — sender bites and licks along receiver’s neck
[ nibble ] — sender bites and licks along receiver’s collarbone
[ massage ] — sender gives receiver a sensual back massage
[ nibble ] — sender nibbles and licks against receiver’s breasts/nipples
[ rub ] — sender teases and pinches at receiver’s breasts/nipples
[ lick ] — sender nibbles and licks along receiver’s ear
[ mouth ] — sender kisses down the back of receiver’s neck and spine
[ feel ] — sender massages against receiver’s ass and the backs of their legs
[ grind ] — sender grinds against a part of receiver’s body (specify where)
[ strip ] — sender teasingly pulls receiver’s pants and underwear off
[ pull ] — sender teasingly pulls receiver’s panties/boxers out of the way
[ naked ] — sender fully strips receiver naked
[ tease ] — sender teases receiver’s ass open
[ open ] — sender teases receiver’s legs open
[ tremble ] — sender teasingly traces along receiver’s cock/pussy/genitals
[ finger ] — sender fingers receiver
[ tongue ] — sender licks along receiver’s cock/pussy/genitals
[ ass ] — sender licks and bites along receiver’s ass
[ slick ] — sender licks along receiver’s anus
[ smooch ] — our muses french kiss while naked
Would you accept a mix of 52 and 56 for Issea and Chisa? :3c
Well, how can I say no since it's them
Inbox me; "Kinky..." and I'll generate a number between 1 - 70.
Chisa was all smiles and energy today, even moreso than her usual upbeat personality would allow for. He chalked that up to her looking forward to their date to an indoor amusement park, but something about the way she had been fidgeting from time to time was peculiar. All the fun they had was real, and he could tell that every moment was genuine but even as they had been winning games and riding rides, something had been a bit off, and he wasn't certain, but he had his suspicions.
Without a hint of hesitation or suspicion, Issea pulled at Chisa by the hand into a stairwell in the corner of the amusement space. It didn't necessarily have a 'Do Not Enter' sign on it, but he could tell that there was no reason for your average person to come through this part of the multi-complex building. Hell, considering he needed to turn the light switch on himself, he assumed it was a nice quiet place to get away and confront his love.
He brought them a decent number of steps high without any real explanation, just to make himself undeniably clear by taking her breath away with a kiss and tethering her by a rough grope of her ass through her vibrant and cheery sundress. She would latch onto him with just as much as force and before long selfish hands were reaching for more. His button up separated at the top to give her to opportunity to mark his neck and chest with lipstick and hickeys. Her tights peeled down just above the knee so that he might get the opportunity to satiate a craving.
They were steadily one upping themselves in indulgence and strained breathing turned into muffled moans before long as they tried desperately to not to draw attention. They thought they were alone, but they couldn't know for sure. So when they finally decided it was too late to back down, they made each other promise to keep quiet with nothing but a shared look. They were accomplices as Chisa pressed her front up against the wall and stuck her ass out to him, her legs parted and stalwart, and Issea guided his tip against and into her already prepped slit.
Chisa rose to the tips of her toes and cooed with a hint of desperation before, Issea choked up and biting back a moan before they finally settled into each other. He could hardly keep his hands off of her, even with her dress keeping her semi-decent, but the sounds of their fucking alone were far too obviously lewd. Her slick folds took to his girth with a tight gush at every thrust and the clap of their hips against one another that followed would turn on Issea even more.
It got to a point where Chisa was starting to slip, the heat of the situation melting away at her. Her focus on keeping herself upright, she was hardly able to keep from moaning her fiancé's name whilst grinding back against his dick. Issea couldn't blame her, but their silent oath meant that he would lean forward to hold over his love's mouth, whilst grunting and cooing into her ear.
"Fuck... ," Issea whispered, "Don't get us caught or else I'll have to stop. You wouldn't want that... Right, Beautiful?"
