нιccυp нorreɴdoυѕ нαddocĸ ☁ ιιι (
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it's not a nude party but there's no rules against taking your pants off too
![]() in which everyone is required to take their damn shirt off because reasons TOPLESS PARTY |
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[ She nods against his skin, eyes closed as he continues to massage and manipulate her skin. He leans in closer and she doesn't-- really mind. He's an asshole, really, she knows this, but she tries not to think about it for her own sanity.
And the fact that he really isn't being an asshole now. ]
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[ He laughs, actually. The silence makes him a little nervous, even as he holds her and nuzzles her-- this is new ground for him, okay. He really isn't as much of an asshole as long as people don't instigate him so much. ]
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Don't push your luck.
[ As she says that her lips will just barely brush against his skin, and as he nuzzles closer she'll make more room to accommodate him. It... really wasn't that bad, actually. ]
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You should totally date me after this, just sayin'.
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[her fingers splay against his skin and rest on his forearms. A soft and quiet 'slow down', because this could spiral out of control and if there's one thing Elsa likes it's definitely control. ]
What are you doing?
[curious and quiet and a touch of amusement. She knew he'd push it, she knew it and was more than prepared. But this was-- strangely tentative. At least for a guy who had been looking to get into her pants. She'd almost counted on him getting more aggressive]
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[ He's almost playful-- he knows once the charade is over, his chances with a girl plummet to the ground. Everyone in this house thinks he's an asshole, and he is. He doesn't care. He honestly doesn't.
But he's still perfect, by his standards, anyway. So he follows her lead, toning it down and working his hand slow circles over her breast. ]
I don't actually know, I'm waiting to see what it'll take for you to stop me.
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I'm not stopping you yet.
[and all she can think about is laying down against those pillows and letting him kiss her senseless while he paws at her breasts for hours on end]
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I wonder what it'll take?
[ Hans keeps himself steady though, using his free arm to pull her closer. It might be too much to try and kiss her lips, but he kisses down her shoulder, up her neck. All while his other hand roams her chest. ]
Your friends would have stopped me ages ago, you know.
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[ Though now she has to muffle a noise. not entirely a moan. closer to a grunt. The hands on his forearms move up to his shoulders and tug. ]
If you want to go for any longer we should lie down.
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His pecs are certainly--
[ The noise though, that stops him in his tracks. He stares straight up into Elsa's eyes, his jaw falling open just a bit. Yeah, he really wasn't expecting this. ]
You...
[ Is she saying what he thinks he's saying? ]
That might be more than just one touch.
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This is a really long touch already.
[ Besides The more she gives him the more likely he is to listen to her right? Right. Sound logic. She wets her lips and her fingers dig into his skin just slightly ]
If you'd rather stop...
[ Yup. Baiting him. Totally. ]
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[ Hans gladly starts leaning forward, inching her back on those pillows she wants so much. ]
We could even keep this up if you change your mind about that dating thing.
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[ Oh leaning back feels nice-- she'll scooch a bit to make sure he has room to lay down with her. And there's a soft little gasp when his skin touches her. Yeah, that felt different. ]
You're convincing me to stop you.
[ That doesn't make any sense. ]
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[ Now he's whining, though it's obviously for show. Now he gets to press into Elsa from above-- this is nice. Really nice. ]
Raincheck on the date, then.
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[ She's not entirely ready for that commitment of wrapping her arms around him-- too intimate. instead she'll slide her arms out from his and hook them behind her head. Anywhere else is just... stiff and awkward.
Granted this is just a bit more perverse and practically begs him to be more adventurous. Pale skin, dusky pink and erect nipples, she's on display for him.
It is gonna kill him to not tell anyone he got this. ]
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[ Hans smirks, completely confident. He can play the slow game-- he's in no hurry, not when it ends with a smart, beautiful girlfriend like Elsa. Eventually. Right now, he's happy with just rubbing his thumb against one of those dusky little nubs, just to hear her squeal. ]
Like I said, I'm determined.
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...She was allowed to make more bad decisions, right? ]
B- [ Awful awful decisions... ] - Bring us Krispy Kreme donuts tomorrow morning-- and you can touch the other one. However you want.
[ but donuts. ]
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Krispe Kreme? How do I know they'll even let me in, after that last mess?
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You don't know how to sneak in?
[ Shame on you Hans, she thought you had every window, door, and their locks memorized. ]
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[ You know he knows. But that's why he smirks, giving her a squeeze and nosing at her neck. Honestly, it'd be easier to do this on their sides, but he's enjoying just being on top of her right now. ]
You mean your intent wasn't for me to bribe your roommates into forgiving me?
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[ Okay now there's a genuine smile pulling at her lips-- ]
I just don't know if they'll want to let you in after tonight.
[ They both had managed to make a bit of a mess of things... though elsa's deceit was much more sneaky. ]
I guess you could always sneak me donuts before everyone else finds them.
[ She tended to be the early riser of the house, but the smell of donuts could draw even Anna from her slumber. It would be a fight to the death. ]
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[ Hans chuckles. Yeah, they all think he's a creep. But Elsa clearly doesn't, and she's the one that he wants to get a date with. And they're talking about donuts while he fondles her and kisses her neck. Things are a little surreal. ]
I'll buy an extra dozen, just in case.
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Bring some of the chocolate cream ones and Anna may have to forgive you. [ Her mind is thinking of somewhere she really wants his mouth right now, but she doesn't want to give voice to that thought ] Or may crush even harder.
[ Okay, really... he may have to avoid that unless he explained-- again, that he wasn't into her which--
would be another goddamn disaster.
What a hole you dug for yourself, bro. ]
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[ He's already been punched and humiliated, what's a few donuts between friends. Pretending to care about Anna and date her-- it was a good plan at the time. Worked, too. ]
At least this time I'm getting my rewards upfront.
[ Hans is happy to keep snuggling her, kissing her and just-- going slowly. He did only sign up for touch. Who knows what else he could get... ]
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Now I know how to get you to do my dirty work.
[ boobs. the secret is boobs.
Also sir you are still shirtless ]
Aren't you cold?
[ Elsa tends to keep it cool in her room. ]
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there were so many drunk babies in this tag
like elsa and hans
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1/2
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this was gonna be longer but then naaaaaaaaaah
1/2 WELP
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4000 betches
meanwhile I'm at 3,493... damn tho
the fuck happened to my life
we've lost control
did we ever have it?
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