Breast Kink is the Best Kink

[shonenjump]

The Breast Kink Meme


You know what are awesome? Breasts. There. That's it. That's the meme. It's celebrating how titillating, how wonderful, how downright fun breasts can be in the right, uhm, hands. Come - but not too soon - and try out a multitude of kinks involving those wonderful things on your or your partners chests.

HOW TO PLAY

-Comment with your character. Put your preferences and all that good stuff.
-Obviously, dudes are welcome in this meme, as well.
-Reply to others.

PROMPTS

BIG: The ideal of feminine beauty...unless they draw too much attention.
FLAT CHEST: Anything more than a handful is a waste!
TIT FUCK: Also known as paizuri. Do I need to draw you a diagram of what does on here.
GROPING: Just hands-on fun.
MOUTH: Kissing, licking, suckling, all that good fun.
NIPPLES: Focus on those little nubs.
PIERCING: The actual action of piercing or someone already having it done.
LACTATION: Due to pregnancy or otherwise induced.
HUMILIATION: Making fun of someone for their breast size or lack thereof.
BREAST ENVY: Why can't you have their boobs?
EXPANSION: Like plastic surgery, only less invasive. Maybe.
BDSM: Any kind of purposeful injury, shibari, or other restraints.
WILDCARD

Comments

[irredeemed_ant]

"Let's go for the ass. I can save more intimate stimulation for a future mission." He grinned under the helmet and zipped inside the increasingly tight surroundings of her spy suit, soon reaching the curves of her buttocks and moving in between them into the dark heated world between her cheeks. The smell of sweat and faint traces of her crap were about until he eventually landed on the rim of her asshole. "Ok, I'm secure."

[mewling_quim]

Natasha wasn't sure what to expect from him standing on her asshole, pulling on her suit properly and finishing getting dressed once he said he was secure.

"Are you okay there?"

[irredeemed_ant]

Thanks to his small size there was enough ridges to allow Eric to sit next to her butthole with no problems, and he felt the area squeeze together tighter as Natasha finished pulling on her remaining clothing.

"Yes thanks, can you feel me out there?"

[drinkingmama]

[ Trying. She is, really, showing a lot of control, for a girl her age, but Homura doesn't have to speak or even use her hands to show Junko just how she feels about this. Junko can feel every little gasp and shudder in her body, quiet, restrained, like she's keeping a secret. They both are, but Junko's confident they won't be interrupted, and she's almost tempted to tell Homura to just let it come out, but there's something both cute and alluring about how she's trying to keep a little quiet.

Her thumb brushes over the girl's nipple now, rubbing gently, feeling how soft her body is. So small, so undeveloped, but beautifully sensitive, and Homura is all too willing to enjoy it. Junko laughs softly, pulling her other hand away and pressing it against Homura's stomach. ]

Then I guess I have no choice.

[ Her hand moves lower, pushing the bathrobe aside, slowly moving towards her legs. ]

[shulkattorney]

Jen sighed. Just what she needed, a perverted shrinking stalker. She loosened her grip and placed him on the tiled floor outside the shower. "Eric O'Grady? I heard about you... mainly a lot of complaints." She didn't bother covering herself anymore, Jen figured he already got a good eyeful of her, no point in hiding it. "Grow up... literally and figuratively."

[irredeemed_ant]

He nervously glanced up at the looming figure above him, though with her giant breasts it was difficult to see much of her features from by her bare feet. At her command she sighed and activated the Pym Particles to revert back to his regular height, trying but failing under the helmet not to take in her wet, naked muscular body.

"Ok. I'm sorry, really." He did for once actually mean it, despite the attractions.

[destinyrewound]

[ All too willing to enjoy it, indeed. Homura distantly wonders if she should have been more reluctant, should have resisted her own urges- this is Madoka's mother, after all- ]

[ But all that flies out the window when Junko starts focusing on her nipple. Homura's gently curved body writhes slowly and she arches her back, leaning into the older woman's touch. Still irrationally worried that someone might hear her, her hand leaves Junko's head to cover her own mouth, muffling her soft moans- her aroused voice is higher-pitched, making her sound more her age. ]

N-No choice...?

[ She only realizes what Junko's talking about when her bathrobe gets pushed aside, revealing her slender legs, her warm thighs- and her panties, wet from something besides the rain. Homura actually makes a sound suspiciously like an embarrassed squeak, shivering as Junko's hand continues moving lower. ]

[drinkingmama]

[ Junko's very happy to help Homura out, to make her feel good, and to indulge some... interests of her own. Homura keeps reacting to nicely, to every little touch, that she just has to see, feel, and hear more of it, and she certainly has the experience to get what she wants. Her hand drifts lower, over Homura's panties, rubbing gently against them, then tugging at the waistband. Junko's fingers press against the nipple beneath them; she's not sure if she should pinch or tweak it quite yet, as soft and sensitive as Homura is, but she applies a little more pressure. ]

Like that. Should we get these panties off of you too now? I can certainly make you feel good with them on, if you want.

[mewling_quim]

"Slightly, it's a little strange but not uncomfortable." Natasha answered as she slowly began to walk towards the door. "I'm just going to walk up and down a couple of corridors, if that okay?"

[irredeemed_ant]

The tiny hero could feel her giant hips sway as she moved and imagined her in her tight spy attire outside. Tentively he moved his hands over the rim of the butthole. "How about that, can you feel me rub your asshole? But that sounds like a good idea to me, get used to the idea of me being on or in your body for extended periods."

Konoka Konoe | Mahou Sensei Negima | OTA

[im_gonna_heal_u]

[[No flat chest here. Keep any humiliation kinky kthnx.]]

[mewling_quim]

"That really does feel weird." And it was turning her on too as that ring of muscle very slowly started to relax thanks to Eric rubbing her asshole. "But it's not as strange as I thought it would be."

[irredeemed_ant]

Eric smiled as he rubbed a little more, happy that the feeling was not causing her discomfort, and it was certainly relaxing from his attentions. "Well I'll stay here until you want me out, so feel free to walk about the Hellicarrier whilst I'm in here."

Annalise Winters | OC | OTA

[nymphetta]

[no expansion or humiliation, please]

6 + 7.

[halfremembered]

[ She's been avoiding him all day. It wasn't something that bothered him at first - being a bodyguard wasn't entirely different from being a very hands-off babysitter, something anyone Charlotte's age would have had problems with - but as the day went on, it became confusing and finally frustrating. With the way she put some distance every time he tried to talk, he felt less like a bodyguard and more like a stalker at this point.

Thankfully, afternoon gave them a little time to themselves. And so here was Aether, leaning back on the door of the large living room, arms folded on his chest and a dull look on his face. ]

Look... [ He was never the kind to beat around the bush. ] If this is about that little something I felt when I bumped into you this morning...

[destinyrewound]

((OOC: Sorry for the late reply!!))


[ Homura makes another small, tremulous gasp when Junko presses against her nipple, leaning her head into the side of the older woman's face; almost without realizing it, Homura's fingers have moved down to play with her other breast, a clumsy approximation of Junko's more experienced ministrations. Her legs spread a little in anticipation of Junko's touch, shifting the bathrobe further out of the way. ]

[ She'd probably be embarrassed at herself if she was in any state of mind to care. As it is, she's never felt anything like this before; being laid up in the hospital for so long, with such a poor constitution, meant that she had little motivation to experiment on herself, and even after she became a magical girl... well, she's certainly fantasized about Madoka, but she didn't have the luxury of time. And all too often, it didn't seem right, not after all that usually happens during a timeline loop. ]

[ Junko's question brings her back down to earth a little, and she makes an effort to catch her breath. ]

Please, I- I'd like to, keep them on...

[ As if that would make this whole affair any less... illicit, or serious. ]

[drinkingmama]

[[ ooc: It happens, no worries! ]]

[ It's cute that Homura wants to keep them on, and while it doesn't really change much, Junko almost prefers it. Homura looks cute in her panties anyways, and her fingers work in small circles against them, feeling out Homura's reactions as she very clearly is getting turned on by it. A lot of girls her age don't have much experience with their own bodies, so she can't be too aggressive, but she's so naturally aggressive that it's hard to be totally gentle as well.

Her finger rubs gently over Homura's breast, then Junko rolls the nipple lightly between her fingers. ]

Very, very cute.

[destinyrewound]

I'm not-

[ Forget about finishing that sentence, let alone staying quiet- her panting sounds incredibly loud to her own ears, and she whimpers a little when she feels Junko's fingers tracing along her crotch and tweaking her nipple, her voice filled with need as it rises into a full-fledged moan. Homura's slender form writhes slowly against Madoka's mother as she curls in toward her touch, trying to make the most of these sensations- this heat running through her young body. All it does is remind her of those tantalizing breasts pressed against her back and arm; she half-turns, bringing her face within inches of Junko's own. ]

[ She'll get a close view of Homura's flushed cheeks, her half-lidded eyes and slightly mussed hair, and her parted lips; not quite a child, some years off from being a woman, but still quite aroused- a far cry from the cool, calm middle school student who walked through the door. She's not sure what possesses her to reach up and lightly run her fingers down the older woman's cheek. ]

Mrs. Kaname...

[drinkingmama]

[ She likes it - Homura likes it, and everything about her and this whole situation is beautiful; Homura, no longer a child and not a woman yet either, slender and filling in but very, very clearly old enough to enjoy Junko's experienced touch. Worries about how wrong it is to touch a middle-schooler like this far out of her mind, she twists Homura's nipple again, the other way, just slightly harder, quite pleased with the effect she's having on the girl.

There's a smile and a blush on her face when Homura turns, and she feels her heart jump in her chest at her expression. It's gorgeous, her desperation, how attracted she is to Junko, and she can't help closing the gap and pressing her lips against Homura's, while rubbing at her panties faster and a little harder. ]

[destinyrewound]

[ Homura also doesn't have the presence of mind to worry about how they've gone way past what's acceptable. She's too busy bracing herself against the heat rising up between her legs- it's unbelievable how Junko's touch can turn her on like this, as if it wasn't enough that the older woman's already so hot, and that beautifully confident smile isn't helping matters- ]

[ And then Junko leans in and kisses her, even as she steps up her ministrations. All of this is just too much to deal with. Homura moans quietly into the older woman's mouth, her lips parting slightly as she clumsily tries to deepen the kiss; her hips grind a little against Junko's hand, her panties clearly wet from something other than the rain. Homura shifts positions to almost straddle her lap, slightly awkwardly and more than a little self-conscious of her thin, slender frame, and runs her hands down to trace the side of Junko's breasts, making good on her earlier desire to feel up those sensual curves. ]

[drinkingmama]

[ It's good that, after all that looking, Homura is taking her chance to feel Junko too. Homura's obvious attraction to her is what got her to make her own move, and denying her the opportunity to touch as well would just be a little cruel; she just had to put them in a position where it could happen, of course. Junko's lips curve up against Homura's when she feels that hand, pressing herself against the girl as she presses back, their bodies now tight against each other, and Junko tilts her head and fixes the angle for the both of them, drawing Homura back a little, trying to guide the kiss.

There's only so much she can do there, but it's worth the effort. Homura deserves it. Junko's hands are still busy as well, feeling through Homura's panties slowly to try to pin down where it feels best, then pushing up over her clit as well; the other opens up, cupping Homura's breast and squeezing lightly. ]

[destinyrewound]

[ In a perfect world, Homura would be able to coolly reciprocate Junko's experienced ministrations. She wants to see those full lips part in a breathy moan, see that beautiful face flushed with pleasure, and to make her feel every bit as good, proving that Homura isn't just some child to be taken for a ride. ]

[ Except it's increasingly obvious that this won't be possible. For one, their bodies pressed against each other only serves to highlight the differences between them; Homura's girlishly thin frame against Junko's generous curves, or how her chin only reaches Junko's shoulder, or how the older woman's boobs absolutely eclipse her much smaller chest. ]

[ For another, Homura is completely swept along in Junko's wake, from the kiss to the hands on her younger body, and even more so when she ups the stakes. It's very easy to pin down what feels the best- Homura actually whimpers, her breath hitching, and she jerks against Junko, thin hips pushing forward into the older woman's fingers. She moans again, her loudest yet, completely forgotting her earlier need to keep quiet, focusing on the other need building up between her legs; a startling contrast from the cool, professional girl who walked into the Kaname residence not too long ago. ]

[ Homura's wandering hands clutch onto Junko; one braces against her waist, like she wants to pull Junko's hips against her own, while the other latches onto the older woman's breast, squeezing through the clothing, although one or two fingers sink into her exposed flesh. ]


((ooc: sorry again for the delay! schedule's stabilized again.))

[drinkingmama]

[ Junko isn't sure she doesn't like this cute, inexperienced Homura better than some fantasy version that knows how to do everything right in bed. Maybe it's wrong of her - to enjoy just how inexperienced this girl is, how desperate her body is for stimulation, her youthful fumblings - but it's gotten Junko feeling a little hot and needy herself. Having pinpointed what Homura really, really likes, her fingers work over that spot, lips curving up in a smile when Homura whimpers.

While Junko is too busy with both hands to hold Homura against herself now, the girl seems to be doing enough by holding onto her waist, although she's not going to do anything that would get in the way of her own hands. Fingers rub against Homura's nipple, and Junko breathes out heavily against her mouth when Homura's hand grabs at her breast.

Muffling that, she presses her lips firmly against Homura's, tongue slipping out to lick the girl's lips. ]

[destinyrewound]

[ Homura's beyond noticing the muffled gasp. She's beyond noticing a lot of things, in her current state of mind. ]

[ With Junko's fingers working at her above and below, Homura's getting close to release, and it shows; her face is twisted up with pleasure and lust, the expression made all the more illicit by how much younger she is. In a clumsy mirror, her tongue flicks out into the kiss as well, hot and wet; she continues whimpering, making small, needy noises as she pants into the kiss, gasping out Junko's last name in fits and bursts. Homura continues pushing her hips against the older woman's touch, speeding up like she's not about to let Junko's fingers do all the work. ]

[ Even now, as she's being overwhelmed, Homura tries to do what she can for Junko; the girl's hand tries to slide around Junko's waist, while the other continues groping the older woman's breast, enjoying the handful, although her squeezing is made even clumsier due to the sensations overwhelming her. Homura's thumb pushes into and across the fabric, trying to rub Junko's nipple through her bra. ]

[drinkingmama]

[ It sounds and feels like Homura isn't going to last much longer - Junko can't help the heat rising in her cheeks, in her whole body, because of that. Her eyes open to see a little of Homura's expression, even as they kiss, how desperate this young girl is for pleasure. Junko's sure she's getting wet herself now, as she kisses Homura, and the girl fumbles to touch her, thumb pressing into her breast, against her nipple. She groans into Homura's mouth, and pushes her tongue more firmly against the girl's.

Junko rubs more quickly, fingers working over different spots while her thumb focuses on where she's fairly sure is right over Homura's clit, pushing her, maybe a little too hard now. Her other hand opens up again, cupping the girl's whole breast, squeezing.

She has to wonder if those moaned 'Kanames' don't include a wish that this was Madoka, though. ]