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Trolololololol. Have more of my RP induced lovely, cross-over ship. With a genderbent flavor. >> Jay/Lady!Ginko. Have all the het smut and ridiculous fluff ever. :D
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Her chest was bare, breasts small, high and pert, nipples a pale pink, and crinkled tight hard. Jason had never really gotten the whole male obsession with breasts, honestly. Being gay he supposed must have had something to do with it, but this was different.
Ginko had undressed for him about a month ago, and they had slowly progressed from there, still just softly kissing, no wandering hands, but just getting used to the idea of being naked, of being revealed. She had recently let him undress, her small hands shyly tugging at his shirt.
And so here they were, both of them stripped down to their underwear, and Jason let his hand drop down to the inside of her thigh slowly letting his fingers slide up, slowly exploring. He felt her thighs tense, and he didn’t speak, he knew that she didn’t like that, just that it made the situation more awkward. So he had learned to read her body, and paused, leaning in for a kiss. She loved kisses, and responded, though there was still that hesitance at the edges of her movements, and Jason patient as he teased her lips apart, tongue sliding deep into her mouth, smiling as much as he could when he felt her press a little closer, her thighs relaxing as the kiss soothed her.
He didn’t stop it even as his hand slipped up, higher and higher, until his fingers were finally resting on warm cloth. He felt her jerk, and soothed her again pressing kisses along her jaw, one hand stroking at her arm.
It was time for Jason to take a deep breath, because honestly this was not what he was used to at all. His fingers stroked along cloth, and he could feel how warm and soft she was under his fingertips. He felt heat twist through his insides, as he felt her jerk against him, her chest heaving with a sharp breath. He continued stroking, painfully careful, shivering as he listened to her breathing turn ragged, the cloth under his fingers turn hotter, damper.
He knew that women turned wet when turned on obviously, but there was a difference between knowing, and feeling a pussy turn wet under his fingers, feeling the tiny thrusts of her hips against his fingers, stuttering and hesitant but very much there. His teeth sunk into his lip and he looked up at her, fingers tracing the plump outline of her lips, fabric molded against the wet flesh.
Her cheeks were flushed and she gave him a very tiny nod, and Jason rewarded her with another kiss, and his fingers nudged cloth aside, sinking into her slick folds. She gasped, and he let out a startled breath as well, because how could she be that wet, just so hot and slick, as if she was melting around him. His fingers stroked up and down her slit, fingers coated in her juices, and then he just had to see, and he pulled away from the kiss, just to tug the cloth further open, and just look.
He swallowed hard, his mouth dry at the sight of her pussy, her folds glistening and swollen, plump and engorged with blood nestled around his fingers, easily parted around him. He could easily make out her clit, flushed dark red, peeking out from its own protective hood. His thumb inched forward, gathering a little slick, almost absurdly carefully as he pressed the wet pad against the base of the throbbing pearl.
The effect was almost instanteous, her hips jerking forward again, a little more aggressive now, and Jason could see how her belly clenched with the stimulation. Good, he was doing this right.
He just wanted to give this to her, show her that sex could free you, to make her forget about the scars in the insides of her thighs, to make her feel so damn good she couldn’t even think. It would be his gift to her. She had cracked him open, pried away that shell of fury, self-loathing, just broken down every single barrier he had had, she had seen him at his ugliest, and she hadn’t pulled away. She had taken it head on and still somehow wanted him.
And so Jason was giving back, he was breaking down her barriers. Because he loved her with an intensity that transcended gender, that transcended everything.
She let out a soft, almost surprised cry as he slowly started to stroke over her clit, her entire body trembling and she leaned in, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Jason shuddered too and pulled back for just a moment, tugging questioningly at her underwear. He felt her nod, and together they eased the fabric off and over her hips, finally completely bare to him. Jason felt his breath catch, chewing at his lip, looking down at her.
“Ginko, I-” He swallowed hard, trying to find the words, the right ones, the ones that meant something the ones that showed her he understood, that he knew how important this was for her.
She cut him off, shaking her head, looking up at him, her green eyes dark with lust. “No.” she said softly, “I know, Jay.” Her small hand stroked over his cheek, her hips rolling shyly forward into his hand.
Jason shuddered, the words, the actions tugging at his heart, at his cock. Her head tilted up for a kiss, and finally, he dared to let his fingers slide into her, one, then two. She moaned against his mouth, jerking a little, but he felt her hands tense on his shoulders and he didn’t stop, hooking the digits inside her, feeling the rough patch of tissue inside her. She actually cried out with that, pushing closer, whimpering against his mouth, and he could feel her muscles clamping down around his fingers, felt her starting to ripple. He sped his movements up, and she just writhed for him, finally mindless, just soaked in sensation.
He pulled back from the kiss so he could watch her come, watched as her eyes squeezed shut, her kiss-swollen lips parting around around a silent, gasping cry, her soft, wet walls clamping, spasming around his fingers, frantic, fluttering. His fingers continued to gently thrust, though he pulled his thumb away from her clit as he milked the orgasm from her, stretching it out.
Finally, he tugged her fingers from her, fumbling with his boxers, desperate get his hand on his cock, his fingers were slick with her, and his scent would be on him, and she’d be on him and-
His tumbling, half coherent thoughts were cut off when he felt her small hand grab him, and he glanced down at her. Her cheeks were flushed, but she was lying back, her legs spreading tugging him down on top of her.
Jason’s mouth went dry when he realized what she was offering him. His hands were shaking as he tugged the boxers down, kicking them away. He felt her hands reach up, trembling, as she pressed them to his shoulderblades hitching a thigh over his hip. Her body arched, a gorgeous wave, splayed open for him, offering, giving.
“I love you.” He whispered the unaccustomed words across her lips, the words coming out stilted, self-conscious, but heartfelt. “Love you....” He repeated as he slipped his hand down, guiding himself into her slick heat. Any other words were squeezed out with any breath as well, feeling the spasms of her aftershocks clenching around him, feeling, rather than hearing her gasp, her pulse throbbing around him, aligning with his own heartbeat it felt. Her hands tightened on his shoulders and she gasped again, and he moved.
They were aligned, perfectly, her hips, barely rising to meet his thrusts, her other leg sliding up, hooking around her ankle, clinging to him with both legs, the heel over her foot grinding into the small of his back. He felt her thighs tense around him and he gasped, mouth sliding over her, slotting perfectly, swallowing down her cries.
He wasn’t going to last long, and that wasn’t important, that didn’t matter. He felt the heat curling and tensing, and didn’t stop it, just pushed in as deep as he could, trembling and shaking as it overtook him, and he filled her, jerking and shaking as her low voice gasped in his ear.
“I love you.” she whispered back to him, nearly as awkward as him, and just as heartfelt. Jason just smiled, leaning in to kiss her again, fingers stroking over her cheek.
My gift.
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Her chest was bare, breasts small, high and pert, nipples a pale pink, and crinkled tight hard. Jason had never really gotten the whole male obsession with breasts, honestly. Being gay he supposed must have had something to do with it, but this was different.
Ginko had undressed for him about a month ago, and they had slowly progressed from there, still just softly kissing, no wandering hands, but just getting used to the idea of being naked, of being revealed. She had recently let him undress, her small hands shyly tugging at his shirt.
And so here they were, both of them stripped down to their underwear, and Jason let his hand drop down to the inside of her thigh slowly letting his fingers slide up, slowly exploring. He felt her thighs tense, and he didn’t speak, he knew that she didn’t like that, just that it made the situation more awkward. So he had learned to read her body, and paused, leaning in for a kiss. She loved kisses, and responded, though there was still that hesitance at the edges of her movements, and Jason patient as he teased her lips apart, tongue sliding deep into her mouth, smiling as much as he could when he felt her press a little closer, her thighs relaxing as the kiss soothed her.
He didn’t stop it even as his hand slipped up, higher and higher, until his fingers were finally resting on warm cloth. He felt her jerk, and soothed her again pressing kisses along her jaw, one hand stroking at her arm.
It was time for Jason to take a deep breath, because honestly this was not what he was used to at all. His fingers stroked along cloth, and he could feel how warm and soft she was under his fingertips. He felt heat twist through his insides, as he felt her jerk against him, her chest heaving with a sharp breath. He continued stroking, painfully careful, shivering as he listened to her breathing turn ragged, the cloth under his fingers turn hotter, damper.
He knew that women turned wet when turned on obviously, but there was a difference between knowing, and feeling a pussy turn wet under his fingers, feeling the tiny thrusts of her hips against his fingers, stuttering and hesitant but very much there. His teeth sunk into his lip and he looked up at her, fingers tracing the plump outline of her lips, fabric molded against the wet flesh.
Her cheeks were flushed and she gave him a very tiny nod, and Jason rewarded her with another kiss, and his fingers nudged cloth aside, sinking into her slick folds. She gasped, and he let out a startled breath as well, because how could she be that wet, just so hot and slick, as if she was melting around him. His fingers stroked up and down her slit, fingers coated in her juices, and then he just had to see, and he pulled away from the kiss, just to tug the cloth further open, and just look.
He swallowed hard, his mouth dry at the sight of her pussy, her folds glistening and swollen, plump and engorged with blood nestled around his fingers, easily parted around him. He could easily make out her clit, flushed dark red, peeking out from its own protective hood. His thumb inched forward, gathering a little slick, almost absurdly carefully as he pressed the wet pad against the base of the throbbing pearl.
The effect was almost instanteous, her hips jerking forward again, a little more aggressive now, and Jason could see how her belly clenched with the stimulation. Good, he was doing this right.
He just wanted to give this to her, show her that sex could free you, to make her forget about the scars in the insides of her thighs, to make her feel so damn good she couldn’t even think. It would be his gift to her. She had cracked him open, pried away that shell of fury, self-loathing, just broken down every single barrier he had had, she had seen him at his ugliest, and she hadn’t pulled away. She had taken it head on and still somehow wanted him.
And so Jason was giving back, he was breaking down her barriers. Because he loved her with an intensity that transcended gender, that transcended everything.
She let out a soft, almost surprised cry as he slowly started to stroke over her clit, her entire body trembling and she leaned in, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Jason shuddered too and pulled back for just a moment, tugging questioningly at her underwear. He felt her nod, and together they eased the fabric off and over her hips, finally completely bare to him. Jason felt his breath catch, chewing at his lip, looking down at her.
“Ginko, I-” He swallowed hard, trying to find the words, the right ones, the ones that meant something the ones that showed her he understood, that he knew how important this was for her.
She cut him off, shaking her head, looking up at him, her green eyes dark with lust. “No.” she said softly, “I know, Jay.” Her small hand stroked over his cheek, her hips rolling shyly forward into his hand.
Jason shuddered, the words, the actions tugging at his heart, at his cock. Her head tilted up for a kiss, and finally, he dared to let his fingers slide into her, one, then two. She moaned against his mouth, jerking a little, but he felt her hands tense on his shoulders and he didn’t stop, hooking the digits inside her, feeling the rough patch of tissue inside her. She actually cried out with that, pushing closer, whimpering against his mouth, and he could feel her muscles clamping down around his fingers, felt her starting to ripple. He sped his movements up, and she just writhed for him, finally mindless, just soaked in sensation.
He pulled back from the kiss so he could watch her come, watched as her eyes squeezed shut, her kiss-swollen lips parting around around a silent, gasping cry, her soft, wet walls clamping, spasming around his fingers, frantic, fluttering. His fingers continued to gently thrust, though he pulled his thumb away from her clit as he milked the orgasm from her, stretching it out.
Finally, he tugged her fingers from her, fumbling with his boxers, desperate get his hand on his cock, his fingers were slick with her, and his scent would be on him, and she’d be on him and-
His tumbling, half coherent thoughts were cut off when he felt her small hand grab him, and he glanced down at her. Her cheeks were flushed, but she was lying back, her legs spreading tugging him down on top of her.
Jason’s mouth went dry when he realized what she was offering him. His hands were shaking as he tugged the boxers down, kicking them away. He felt her hands reach up, trembling, as she pressed them to his shoulderblades hitching a thigh over his hip. Her body arched, a gorgeous wave, splayed open for him, offering, giving.
“I love you.” He whispered the unaccustomed words across her lips, the words coming out stilted, self-conscious, but heartfelt. “Love you....” He repeated as he slipped his hand down, guiding himself into her slick heat. Any other words were squeezed out with any breath as well, feeling the spasms of her aftershocks clenching around him, feeling, rather than hearing her gasp, her pulse throbbing around him, aligning with his own heartbeat it felt. Her hands tightened on his shoulders and she gasped again, and he moved.
They were aligned, perfectly, her hips, barely rising to meet his thrusts, her other leg sliding up, hooking around her ankle, clinging to him with both legs, the heel over her foot grinding into the small of his back. He felt her thighs tense around him and he gasped, mouth sliding over her, slotting perfectly, swallowing down her cries.
He wasn’t going to last long, and that wasn’t important, that didn’t matter. He felt the heat curling and tensing, and didn’t stop it, just pushed in as deep as he could, trembling and shaking as it overtook him, and he filled her, jerking and shaking as her low voice gasped in his ear.
“I love you.” she whispered back to him, nearly as awkward as him, and just as heartfelt. Jason just smiled, leaning in to kiss her again, fingers stroking over her cheek.
My gift.