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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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 a balmy summer night, and Nishikido Ryo is currently thanking every deity he knows for the best girlfriend everHe now only remembers vaguely how he got into the backseat of his beat-up car and with Erika on his lap, kissing. That's because he feels heady, like his brain is full of cotton and refuses to function above chasing her lips when she pulls away for breath, tasting cherries on his lips from her gloss when he runs his tongue over them. Her weight on him doesn't even really matter; as long as her arms are around his neck and she's gasping for air, it's fine ( ... )
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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 ( ... )
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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 ( ... )
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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 ( ... )
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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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