Anonymous tennis RPS kink meme

[louiselux]

I stole this idea from many others, but most memorably vom_marlowe (from who I quoted these guidelines). This is how it works:

You post –anonymously- a kink request that you’ve always wanted to see. Something you really want but don’t necessarily want to admit to.

Random people come by, read the request, and write a ficlet to order. And post it as a reply to the comment, also anonymously.

Multiple replies (ficlets) to requests are welcome, nay! Encouraged. Also, requesters do not have to say thank you and readers who enjoy the ficlets do not have to provide feedback, but it’s always loved.

About the requests:

A pairing is not enough. Please provide some sort of scenario, kink, detail, situation, that makes it special to you. A handy link to generate ideas should your pervy brain fail you.

About the replies:

If you need to, post “part 1”, “part 2”, etc.

In general:

Play nice. This is all anonymous and I will come down like Rafa on a bad day on anyone being mean.

Feel free to pimp this everywhere you wish.

If you accidentally have yourself signed in, please delete your comment and repost anonymously. If you don’t notice, I will try to do this for you.

Please, no underage characters having sex.

Request! If your request is filled, write another one!

Write! If you find a good prompt, write it, post it, and look for more!

Read! Everyone loves a reader!

I think that covers everything. So! Go forth and kink!

ETA: if you appear to be a troll I will delete your comments.

Comments

Wanting it 2/3

[(Anonymous)]

"Fuck," Roger whispers. His hand is still over her mouth. He needs to do something about that. He lets go and gropes for the silk scarf that's hanging out of her bag. Between them, one hand each, they gag her with it. "Yeah."

Rafa leans in. "We both fuck her, no?" he murmurs. It happens to be against her ear. "Come in her together. We fuck this bitch; she can't stop us. You hold her open. Hold her legs apart."

His voice is low and rough, charged with sex. Roger wonders if Rafa has always been like this, or if it's their influence. Whatever, he's scarily good at divining what they want to hear, or what they want to do. He's creative.

Rafa pulls his fingers out and unzips himself, pushing his jeans down so that they reveal his thighs. He yanks Mirka's panties down and off, hard, and presses them to his nose for a second, cream silk against his skin. His mouth is wet and very red. His cock is sticking out, and it's not so very far from Mirka's mouth. Roger runs his hands along Mirka's thighs, over the rough lace and smooth skin, feeling her shift and arch against him. She's making small whimpering sounds, and he kisses her cheek. Then he takes her wrists in his and pins them to either side.

"You should fuck her mouth first, she won't mind," he says, and he doesn't look at Rafa, only at Mirka and the twitch of the muscle in her jaw. She tugs at his grip, but of course not very hard, just to heighten the pretense. "Slut," he whispers. "Spread your legs so we know you love it." And she does.

Rafa hooks the scarf up and away from her mouth, pushes the head of his cock against her pink lips. "Wait."

He unties it from her mouth and then binds it around her eyes, so she can't see, and then she's really writhing, moaning aloud, almost thrashing. Rafa grips her hair, tight, so that his knuckles are white, and his breathing changes. He leans in and inserts his cock into Mirka's mouth, muffling her cries. She quiets down and sucks him as well she can, even though Rafa's doing his best to get his cock into her throat. It's all happening inches away.

Rafa moans now, instead of her. He loves this. He's never said it, but he doesn't need to. Roger hooks two fingers into Mirka's cunt, reaching a little awkwardly. She's sopping and she clenches around him. The soft curve of her ass presses down around his cock, warm and heavy, rubbing. She's moving her hips in a tight circle, asking for it.

"Fuck her," Rafa gasps, dark hair hanging in sweat-damp strands. His skin is glowing with a sheen of sweat, and he's as gorgeous as Mirka. He untangles one hand from Mirka's hair. A moment later his fingers stroke through Roger's curls, then fall lower to caress Mirka's jaw.

"My jeans," Roger says.

Rafa pulls away and lifts Mirka's hips, giving him room to unzip and wriggle both jeans and underwear down around his knees. Roger settles her back down and hooks her knees back with both hands, spreading her wide and exposing her to both of them. His cockhead bumps along the crease of her inner thigh, sliding in her juice; smooth, slick, maddening. He shifts his hips but can't find the right angle, until Rafa reaches down, cups Roger's cock with one damp palm and guides it into Mirka's hole.

Wanting it 3/3

[(Anonymous)]

"Oh god," Roger says. "Oh god." He yanks Mirka's legs wider apart, sinks in deeper. She moans his name. "Two cocks in your cunt," he says, right against her ear. "That's what we're going to do to you. Fuck you and stretch your pussy wide open."

She sucks in a huge breath, haltingly. "Please… please… " until Rafa flattens his hand over her mouth.

"You no get to say no," Rafa whispers. "Nothing. You only have to take it."

He's hanging over both of them, one hand braced on the sofa back, one knee up on the cushions. He rubs his cock over her cunt, over the base of Roger's dick, pushing up close and tight, teeth gritting while he sinks in.

It's incredible. It's beyond incredible. It makes her so tight. Roger hardly moves. It's enough that Rafa's cock is squeezed to his, rubbing up and down together.

Rafa dips down, mouth close to Roger's. The tip of his tongue glides along Roger's lip.

"She wants it, Rafa." He drags her legs wider and she whimpers. "She's begging for it."

"Oh yeah," Rafa says, tossing his hair. He begins to fuck into her, strong steady strokes, staring down at her cunt. One hand splays over her breast, squeezing, his fingers pinching her reddened nipple.

Mirka's hands fly downwards, fingers fluttering over her clit. She arches her back, becoming a more perfect target. Rafa grinds down, twisting his hips as Roger thrusts up. Their eyes lock over her shoulder. Rafa licks his upper lip, eyes and mouth holding a promise. He's pinned Roger and fucked him, but only once. Things got rough and there were bruises that lasted for days. This level of release is something that the three of them don't seek too often.

"I'm coming," Roger gasps, groping at them both. He's hardly moving. Rafa is the one moving them all with his thrusts, until he stills inside her, moaning.

"Me too," Mirka says. Her body tightens and her legs stiffen, toes curling. "God, now. Now."

His hand slips on Rafa's sweat-slick ass as Rafa curls over them both. He's making broken gasping sounds, almost like sobs. He kisses Mirka, kisses Roger, wet and sloppy, his hands on them both.

"You are beautiful," Rafa says, as Roger tips over the edge. He doesn't know who Rafa's talking to, either or both, and it doesn't matter. All that's left is the after-image of their faces and the liquid heat of their bodies.

He opens his eyes again to see Rafa braced on one hand, tugging the scarf from Mirka's eyes. They're heavy above him, crushing him pretty much into the sofa. They all smell. The door is still locked. It's only just past midday.

"Are we still doing this again on Thursday?" Roger asks, touching Mirka's hair. She's smiling up at Rafa.

"Oh, yes," she says. "We are."

Re: Wanting it 3/3

[(Anonymous)]

oh my god, this is insanely hot. i love the way you bring out the different dynamics between all three of them, like the way roger watches mirka when he says rafa should fuck her mouth. guh.