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

[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. ]

[destinyrewound]

[ It's easier- safer- for Homura to latch onto 'Kaname.' With all that Homura's enjoying Junko's fingers exploring her body and those beautiful tits pressed up against her, it's all to easy to latch onto the similarities between mother and daughter, to fantasize about an older Madoka giving her everything she's ever wanted. ]

[ What Homura's doing right now is bad enough; that she's even physically attracted to Madoka's own mother is even worse. To bring Madoka into this, even if it's just an accidental moan of her name, would be inexcusable on too many levels. ]

[ Homura returns Junko's deeper kiss with a fervor she didn't even know she had, tasting the woman's tongue against her own; she shivers as she feels Junko moan, the knowledge that she can turn this woman on flushing her with pleasure. But before she can capitalize on this, Junko's experienced hands pick up the pace, pushing her faster than she even knew was possible, and Homura's fingers can only curl against the woman's hip and breast. The fingers working her pussy, the hand cupping her breast, it's all too much- Homura gasps, her slender hips buck, and she arches her back and gives voice to a higher-pitched, girlishly thin wail, pressing her writhing, shuddering body against Junko as she climaxes; her juices soak through her already-soaked panties, staining the woman's hand and skirt. ]

[ Homura continues shivering in pleasure as she relaxes against Junko's body in a loose hug, bathing in the afterglow, her cheek resting against the woman's collarbone- it's all she can do to try and catch her breath. Her hand remains where it is: cupping Junko's breast, living the dream. ]