♛ refer to the list above for active muses. ♛ post "calling" one of them out — you can do so by putting their name in the subject line! ♛ can be informal/formal/comment spam/crosscanon/explicit/whatever tickles your fancy! ♛ feel free to make up a scenario at the start, or wait to see where things go.
Oh, please do not be alarmed, I have no intentions of hurting you, Naegi-san. I would never do such a thing.
[ she'll move closer to him, and when she does she... slides her kimono off her shoulders, arms crossed over her chest keeping the material from falling further. ]
[ his grip shifts her kimono, and exposes the breast he's gripping, and barely covers her other. she seems surprised, for a moment, before she leans down to press her lips to his in a kiss. ]
[Well. The kiss he wasn't expecting, nor seeing her exposed like that, and the grip on her tightens a bit as their lips connect. He protests slightly into the kiss, before the protest slowly slips away.]
[ she's happy he isn't being so 'shy' and relaxing a bit. to be honest, his grip on her is a bit exciting, as well - she shifts to straddle his hips properly, exposing her thighs as she pulls away from his lips to breathe. ]
[He can't help but try to follow her lips as she moves away, before he catches himself. His hand retreats as well, palm brushing against her nipple as he moves it away, glancing down to see her thighs, then back up to see her chest. Where was he supposed to look?!
[Silenced by the kiss again. When his hand is placed back onto her chest, he can't help but give her a slight squeeze, hand acting on instinct. It was soft, after all.
She can already probably feel his arousal between her thighs, the harder bit of him poking her through his pants, while his hand rested and squeezed every so often.]
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I like you a lot too, Nanami-san.
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[ lockin' the door behind us. ]
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Nanami-san... ?
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[ she'll move closer to him, and when she does she... slides her kimono off her shoulders, arms crossed over her chest keeping the material from falling further. ]
I wanted to spend some time with you here, alone.
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[Whoa put that back on girl. He covers his eyes slightly, backing up a bit.]
Here?! But... wait, Nanami-san... !
[Why himmmm]
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[Uwaaaah this is strange for him... !]
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[They just admitted it... ! He thought just a kiss was the next step or something.]
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[ she turns to the side, glancing down and placing a hand on her chest. ]
They're too small to be enticing, aren't they...?
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[noooo]
It's not that at all!
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[ no, not Naegi-san - ]
...Naegi. Please just relax, I will take care of everything.
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[Uh. Maybe he'll step back again...
... and trip and fall back first onto the bed. Whoops.]
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[ crawlin' on top o'you boi. ]
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[That's a little worrying... especially with her crawling on top of him. He has no idea when he'd be satisfied!
And currently, has no idea where his hands should go. Maybe try to push her off and--
Oh. That's a hand on her boob.]
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[ his grip shifts her kimono, and exposes the breast he's gripping, and barely covers her other. she seems surprised, for a moment, before she leans down to press her lips to his in a kiss. ]
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[Well. The kiss he wasn't expecting, nor seeing her exposed like that, and the grip on her tightens a bit as their lips connect. He protests slightly into the kiss, before the protest slowly slips away.]
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Naegi...
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[He can't help but try to follow her lips as she moves away, before he catches himself. His hand retreats as well, palm brushing against her nipple as he moves it away, glancing down to see her thighs, then back up to see her chest. Where was he supposed to look?!
Either way, he'll respond quietly to her.]
H...hm... ?
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[ she'll lean down to kiss him again, hand carefully pulling his back to her chest, already missing his touch. ]
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[Silenced by the kiss again. When his hand is placed back onto her chest, he can't help but give her a slight squeeze, hand acting on instinct. It was soft, after all.
She can already probably feel his arousal between her thighs, the harder bit of him poking her through his pants, while his hand rested and squeezed every so often.]
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