Japanese!Actress Anon Meme!
J!ACTRESS ANON MEME!!!
You know how there are so many different JE!fic anon memes out there? Well, what about their leading ladies? They deserve as much fic love as the boys do. Which is where this comes in!
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Who I Want: (Girl or girls or girl/girl or girl/boy or whatever related to the ( Read more... )
You know how there are so many different JE!fic anon memes out there? Well, what about their leading ladies? They deserve as much fic love as the boys do. Which is where this comes in!
Request in the comments! Anon is on, IP logging is off.
Who I Want: (Girl or girls or girl/girl or girl/boy or whatever related to the ( Read more... )
It's different, tonight. They usually come to a point and stop and break apart, breathing heavily next to each other and keeping their hands to themselves until the moment passes. Ryo's sure he got to that limit quite a while ago, and now he's about a half-mile away from the line.
And she's not stopping, either, which only makes it that much harder to be a gentleman, to keep his hands in spots where they're supposed to be and not under her dress or down the front of it or anywhere that is covered by fabric. His palms are itching for contact, but he curls his hand in her dress to restrain himself, even as she shifts a quarter inch and presses her chest against his. It pulls a low sound from the back of his throat and he clamps his other hand down on her knee, fingertips pressing in, then his nails, on the skin under it.
Erika pulls her mouth from his abruptly at that and tips her head back in a move he hasn't actually seen before, not that he knows what just happened. He strokes under her knee again with a fingertip, and she cries out softly, biting down on her lip. That's when it clicks - and that's when he loses it.
Slowly, he turns to lay her down on the seat, shifting to make room for his long legs and her frame. She blinks up at him, and he feels wrong-footed somehow, unsure if he's done something she doesn't like, after all.
"Are you...?" he asks, thankful when she draws him to her, meeting halfway in a kiss that somehow raises the temperature in the car to a stifling level. It's a tough fit, but he twists his body around hers to get exactly what he's aiming for, a haze settling in his mind when she lifts her small hands and holds him, arching, like the contact isn't enough, with his knee propping himself up at an appropriate level.
Ryo can't do much but give in. He presses down completely, despite the awkward, painful angle, claiming his small victory when she sighs against his lips in that pleased way he likes.
Coming to think of it, there wasn't much that he didn't like about her.
All thoughts vanish when she arches again, lifting her hips from the seat and brushing against his jeans. He groans, catching the briefest glimpse of her satisfied smile before his eyes roll to the back of his head. Her thighs part enough to make room for him, holding her knee in place and stroking that spot that makes her whimper more.
He likes to think of himself as a quick study. She squirms under him and he grits his teeth against the tightness of his pants. They kiss hotly, like she's as lost to him as he is to her, and the thought makes him dizzy. His hand slips and now it's on her bare thigh, with her dress riding up at the shift from before. Soft, soft skin meets his palm, registering just the barest, longest second of his life - her hands have managed to find their way under the back of his shirt, clutching tightly. He moans again, the kiss going sloppy as he loses focus.
Erika's pulling at the shirt and he lets her move it off, trying not to think about what's going to happen next. That pleased sound repeats itself, pounding in his ears, driving him to follow the source - her throat, stretched out as if it's being offered to him.
"Ahhn..." she whimpers softly, causing him to move his hips forward against her, erection rubbing into denim, making him moan. He can't seem to stop himself from moving his hand further up, blinking slightly when he pulls away, all nerves suddenly on high alert as his fingers encounter lace. Her fingers close over his, then, and they pull in further, right between her thighs.
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He hisses in his breath - it's damp down there, and her legs seem to open up more to accomodate him. His hand is at an awkward angle but she's making soft little gasps as she pushes against his hand. He stretches his middle finger and presses it into the cleft he feels under the very thin fabric, sliding it up and down. The lace bunches inward, and pulls moans from her lips, biting down as if she wants to contain the sound - which he finds that he dislikes. He presses more, and she twists under him, brushing against his bare chest.
He does not know if he can handle more of this, but pulls the fabric under his fingertip to the side. Erika's very wet, startling him, slick, his fingers sliding easily against her from it.
She repeats his name shakily as he encounters a spot that seems swollen, twitching under the pad of his finger. He circles it, which has her crying out, and then gasping the word against the line of his jaw.
It's definitely the sexiest thing he's heard in his entire life, and he burns to discover more. Her nails are digging into his biceps and he grits his teeth, slip-slide against her, and finds an opening, where he tentatively slips his finger in.
Erika turns from kissing him, hips moving in a slow circle, her insides touching every part of his long digit, tightening and releasing, repeatedly. Ryo pulls it slightly out against the pressure, and back in; she moans even louder, rocking against his hand whispering that she wants, wants, wants.
His cock can't take the pressure anymore, so he moves his free hand to his jeans, unfastening his belt, then the button, then the zipper, gasping for breath as friction hits him like a wave. His next intake of air is one of relief - he discovers that he's rock-hard after he pulls the confines of himself away. His girlfriend is moving frantically, and he realises belatedly that he's stopped moving his finger when he was taking care of his pants. He moves again, and her exhale is sweet against his mouth. He kisses her again, roughly.
Experimentally, he twists his hand a bit (she whimpers, trembling) to settle his thumb against that swollen place that she liked. Erika grinds down violently as he rubs against it, incoherent noises escaping her lips. She looks amazing like this, flushed; she feels amazing like this, wet and very, very hot, dripping into his palm.
Erika moves her hand from his arm to go lower, tracing over his chest, sliding over his right nipple, making him echo the sounds she's been making. Lower still, and lower, enclosing his hardness in soft, soft fingers and push-pulling, sending him into fits of pure ecstasy. He doesn't notice that he's moving his hips into her hand, it goes down as he pulls up, it goes up when he sinks. Coiling heat pools in his stomach.
"I want..." Ryo barely hears the words, lost in her heat and her hand. "I want you," Erika breathes.
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He's really doing this. They are really doing this. He cannot not do this. He knows he needs something and he also knows that he doesn't have it, so he groans in frustration, curses all the gods, answering her. "I don't... we can't..."
She shakes her head violently at that. "No.... no, we can, I... my purse..." she murmurs, her tone tinged with something that he's sure is desperation. His brow lifts high, disappearing under his bangs. Without thinking, but hesitantly, he pulls his hand out from her, leaving her whimpering "faster, faster," so of course he twists awkwardly to get her purse from the shotgun seat and drops it on the floor abruptly as he groans again when her hand tightens around his length.
Erika drops her hand and digs around into the bag, working him. It's not fast enough, he knows what she means now. Ryo buries his nose into her neck as he attempts to distract himself from the delicious sensation.
She laughs, and that's how he knows he was reciting Subaru's lyrics aloud. The slight burst of amusement embarrasses him, but he quickly forgets it when he hears foil crinkling and her voice in his ear. "Up," she commands quietly. She sheathes him with the protection, moaning along.
He quickly forgets everything that isn't her when she guides his cock between her thighs, lifting her hips slowly so he sinks in from tip to base, enclosed in her. He believes wholeheartedly that he's going to die from the sensation. It's so hot inside her, he's so hard that he can feel every inch of her tightly stretching around him. He pulls out, then thrusts back in towards heat and tightness, again and again and again. Erika seems satisfied, moving in tandem, seeking his lips, but kissing is an afterthought now, all his attention centered on his crotch and her so tight so hot I'm going crazy I'm going to die.
She throws her head back and picks up his pace, neck stretched so far out that even in the dim light he can see her pulse beating violently against her skin. He leans in to lave it with his tongue, and she moans louder, keeping the arch her body makes, giving his arm room to move under her. Like this, he sinks even deeper, their movement creating an audible slapping noise as their hips meet, separate, and again, and again, and he's pounding into her, pulling down the front of her dress, taking the lace under it with the motion, setting his palm down flat against a hard nipple, his pushes causing his hand to rub the spot.
He's sure that she's practically screaming now. And he doesn't care if anyone hears. He moves faster, harder, on her command, relishes the sound of his name on her mouth, and leans in for a deep kiss, tongue finding its way into her mouth, just as hot as the rest of her. Thumb and forefinger twists at her nipple, and she gives a swallow, sucking his tongue in. She's clenching around him, making it harder to pump into her. When she breaks the kiss abruptly, he manages a frustrated whimper, but she stills, on a "Ryo...!" hips held up, enclosing him so tightly that he groans out.
He can't stop. Ryo thrusts violently into her, shaking the car with the force of it, fighting against impossible, burning, clenched muscles, again and again and again until he feels the heat release from his stomach with him deep within her. He sinks down, spent and shaking, feeling her stroke his back lightly, the motion soothing as he feels himself still twitching within her.
"God," is all he can mutter against her neck. Erika giggles.
"Goddess," she corrects, grinning against his ear.
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Oh god, this is HOT!! I loved how desperate and helpless Ryo seemed to feel. It really made his urgency stand out. I loved this so much! I wish I knew how to do big flashing smiley faces with sparkles and hearts because this fic deserves them. Just imagine that they're here.
:DD
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