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Open Post for Yonaka NSFW things.

This post is basically to facilitate Yonaka smut threads, because I have a craving that's keeping me from doing other tags. Here's a couple general scenario ideas, or you can throw out any idea at me.

Mogebox or Forest Covered CR are both great and welcome, as is assumed CR!

A: oh god oh god we're going to die sex
Set in Mogeko Castle, or else somewhere similarly dangerous - Mogeko Castle has the bonus features of having porn and sex toys everywhere, so it's not like it could ever get off their minds. Either Yonaka or your character brings up the 'I don't want to die a virgin/I want to have a happy memory before I go/etc.' notion and things proceed.

B: it's a sex game
You know the way sex jamjars work. They're in a city of some kind that for some contrived reason wants them to have sex. Yonaka is mostly resigned to this, and has decided that at least she's going to exercise what control she has over the situation and try to enjoy it. This is the option for all your standard sex game events like suddenly dicks, aphro, try this kink it'll be fun, etc.

C: normal dating, can you imagine?
The fluffy smut option for two (or more, Yonaka's okay with that) people who are dating and happy and also having sex with each other. Featuring snuggles and kisses and surprisingly adventurous Yonaka.

D: make your own
Really, throw anything at me, I'm flexible.

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[Natsuru had been stumbling around in a daze all day, barely able to function. She'd been warned about the effects of abstaining for too long, but did she listen? She'd pretty much decided she'd rather risk it, and... well... here she is. It's not even in the most advanced stages yet, but she feels this pull towards... anyone. Everyone. Any willing and able body that can give hers the attention she craves.

She just had to go back to her room, right? That's all, and then she'd be safe. Steadily, carefully, she makes her way to the door, slips inside and immediately begins to strip off all that restricting clothing - the ridiculously sexy "maid" outfit she had to wear at work. Breathing a sigh of relief once she's down to lingerie and stockings, she collapses onto the bed and curls up a little, holding in all those urges as best she can.

Only it's not her room. Somehow, she'd felt drawn towards another room without realizing it. Perhaps she'd been steered here by some unseen force, or by her own impulses. But no matter what, the result is the same, and she's going to be discovered mostly naked and quivering with desire in someone else's bed any second now.]

[Yonaka hasn't been abstaining. She'd decided that the side effects of avoiding sex were far worse than just finding someone willing to sleep with her, who she thought wouldn't be a creep about it. There were enough of those in the city.

So it was that she was mostly fine when she returned to her room after work. She'd intended to take a nap, then maybe watch a movie.

That plan was halted when she saw a beautiful girl in lingerie flopped over on her bed.]

Uh?

[Brilliant turn of phrase, but it's all she can think to say right now.]

[That voice... Natsuru's eyes open wide, and she makes a surprised little squeak.]

Y-... Yonaka-san?!

[She can't help it, being so close to someone. She bites her lip softly, her breaths becoming rapid and heavy, as she looks up at the girl standing nearby. She clutches a hand to her chest, while she squirms uncomfortably, her thighs held firmly together. As if that would help. There's no hiding the desire in her eyes, as she takes in the other girl's form.]

Th-This... is your room?

[That thought is all that's keeping her from begging for what she so obviously needs. She's taking a lot longer to just accept how this place works than Yonaka is.]

Yeah, it's my room. Did you come here for...

[Well, given how this city works, it could just have easily have dumped Natsuru in her room as Natsuru could have decided enough was enough and waited in her room for her. Judging by her reaction, though, she didn't intend to come here.

Yonaka takes a single step towards the bed.]

How long has it been? You look pretty bad.

[Actually she looks really good in nothing but lingerie and stockings, but that's a different measure of good.]

[She very nearly would have said 'yes', if Yonaka hadn't stopped to think. She's that far gone, willing to say or do almost anything to get what she needs. Before she can even think rationally about it.

It's hard not to say it even now, but Yonaka's concern reaches her first.]

A... A few days? ... Maybe a week...

[She's barely holding it together, openly admiring Yonaka with lust in her eyes.]

Would... would it be okay if we...?

[She wants her so bad she can barely stand it. But that small part of her fights to keep herself from going completely into what she can only think to describe as a blind heat. At least with Yonaka, it's someone she knows and trusts. (And it doesn't hurt that she's really attractive! She thought so even before... this.)]

It's alright with me, and I don't want you to run off and get taken advantage of by somebody else.

[Not that taking advantage of her herself is much better... But at least she doesn't think of herself as a creep.

Yonaka takes a seat on her bed, just out of reach of Natsuru.]

I'll be gentle, okay?

Okay...

[There's a clear conflict in her eyes as she agrees. She appreciates Yonaka's kindness, but a growing part of her doesn't want gentle. She wants care and affectionate gestures, but she also wants to be roughly used and manhandled. Is there really any way to satisfy both urges?

She uncurls a little on the bed, turning over to lie on her back. Looking up at Yonaka, she's so beautiful... so desirable. Being this close to her, her desires are starting to zero in on her specifically.]

We can do whatever you want! It's okay... I don't mind if it's with Yonaka-san.

[Is that her sincere feelings, or the influence of this place talking? Maybe it's both. There's definitely an element of genuine trust in there. She knows Yonaka wouldn't do anything horrible to her, even in this state.]

I want to be nice to you, and do things you'll like too. That's what I'd like.

[Natsuru's a friend, and that hasn't changed just because she's nearly naked and incredibly beautiful.

She scoots a little closer on the bed, and leans down over her into a gentle (for now) kiss. For the moment, nothing but their lips are touching.]

O-... Okay...

[She's so nice! Even now, when Natsuru would pretty much do anything for her, she says something like that. It's taking every ounce of willpower she has left not to immediately pounce on the opportunity and suggest things she'd 'like' Yonaka to do to her... the various thoughts playing through her mind under the influence of this place. She might have to give in to these urges, but she doesn't want to do it like that if she can help it!

Instead, it's Yonaka that makes the first move, catching Natsuru off-guard with a soft kiss. It gives Natsuru something much more pleasant than the aching desire to focus on, and she sighs contentedly at the touch.

For a brief moment, it's enough to satisfy her. But it doesn't take long before she starts to press in towards the kiss, steadily giving in to the passions overtaking her. Still, for the moment, it's just a kiss.]

[If a deeper kiss is what Natsuru wants, it's what she'll get - Yonaka responds to the kiss in kind, deeper and heavier.

It's hard not to go further and faster with somebody this desperate, but she wants to take it slow. She sets her hand on Natsuru's left shoulder, rubbing her soft skin gently and not going past her collarbone.

She's beautiful, and for a moment Yonaka's a bit envious - but no, she doesn't begrudge her that. She can always ask for tips later, when they're both in a clear state of mind.]

[It's really difficult for Natsuru to keep this on the slow side, to read the situation and let Yonaka gently guide her through it. She wants more... more of the deep, intimate kiss, more of Yonaka's hands on her body...

Frustratingly, her own limited experience gets in the way even now. She's not sure how to overtly signal what she wants Yonaka to do, or what she wants to do for her.

All she can manage is soft, pleasant sighs and moans, as her arm slips around Yonaka's back, fingers stroking through the other girl's hair. That desperation is still in play, though, and she might grip a little more firmly than intended or press into the kiss a little too fast.]

[Yonaka notices her frustration. She doesn't want to tease her so much - and calming her down seems impossible - so she'll give in to her wishes, at least a little.

Yonaka's hands on her shoulders travel slowly downwards. Natsuru's shirt is already off, so all that separates her rubbing hands from her breasts is thin lingerie. It's really cute, but after a minute, Yonaka reaches to unclasp it for her and set it aside so that she can touch her more directly.

Patience is a virtue, but not one she can really ask for now.]

[Yonaka's hands on her bare skin feel like they're pulsing with energy. Maybe it's just her heart pounding, or her nerves really are all on edge in the best way possible. When they reach her breasts, rubbing at her through the thin material of her bra, her gasps and sighs grow just that little bit faster.

Then, she feels the clasp being undone, and Yonaka's hands touch bare skin again.]

Ah~...

[A small moan escapes at the brush of a thumb against her nipple. Her own hands grow bolder, one tracing down to run over her arm, while another slips up to her back. She really wants to undress her too, but even in her desperate state, something's holding her back. Whether it's nerves or some kind of sense of propriety or whatever. Just letting her fingertips teasingly trace Yonaka's skin is a much faster step forward than usual.

One thing she doesn't hesitate with is pressing her lips against Yonaka's again. The hunger of her passion is overtaking her, and it needs to find some outlet while the rest of her mind catches up to the idea.]

[Yonaka isn't a mind-reader of any kind, so she can't tell what's holding Natusru back. It doesn't matter so much to her - she doesn't have to do anything she doesn't want to.

She rubs Natsuru's breasts for a while, thumbs over the nipples and cupping them with her palms, drawing out more moans from her, before leaning down to lick at her nipples instead. Her hands move on, down her stomach to gently rub over her underwear, testing for wetness.]

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