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18 / female / masochists / Queen (❤️)

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My Self-Summary

I am a Queen, shouldn't you be the one trying to sell yourself to me?

My Future Plans

The House saw fit to gift me with a riding crop, ask me nicely and I'll show it to you.

My Talents

I have been gifted with superior intellect and beauty. I am also exceptionally modest.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

I enjoy the music of Chopin while being hand-fed petit fours.

My Ideal Partner

A lowly, filthy peasant who worships the ground I walk on and takes all of their punishments like a good pet.

Height 5'5 Body Type Slender yet curvy Smokes No Drinks I enjoy champagne Drugs I prefer to keep a clear head Sign Taurus Education College level Occupation Corporate Femdom Income Billionaire Status Children None Pets None yet. Isn't that why I'm completing this form? Hobbies Fencing, literature and making you kneel.

art credit: one. two. three. four. five.

01. WINE OR BEER

WINE

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

MIMES

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

BATH

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

PIRATES

.05 TITS OR ASS

TITS

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

TEA

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

SWEET

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

WINTER

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

LEATHER

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

ROUGH SEX

Personality Type
ENTJ-A The Commander

ENERGY

66%

extraverted

MIND

63%

intuitive

NATURE

66%

thinking

TACTICS

100%

judging

IDENTITY

71%

assertive

personality test. art credit.

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Mitsuru's Queen of ❤️s Suite

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[icequeenly]

[ It feels like the longest second in the entire universe because oh god was that far too forward of her just then? Never mind what they've already done together and everything, there is clearly still room for her to make an idiot of herself.

Except, oh - his response is... positive.

He cooks too? Of course he does. ]

I do. But is it the done thing to expect your date to cook for you?

[ She has a chef for that and- ugh, she really is coming across rather silly here isn't she? ]

I wouldn't wish for you to put yourself out.

[ A beat. Then another message follows: ]

I wouldn't be able to assist you much. Truthfully, I am not much of a cook.

[ Surprise, surprise. Mitsuru might be accomplished at many things but rustling up a home-cooked meal is not one of them. ]

[izanagis]

I don't think it's unheard of.

[Not...that he's been on many dates where someone cooks. But it doesn't really seem like a stretch to do that, either. Besides, he's cooked for his friends plenty of times. Why not?]

Don't worry about it. I offered. I like to cook, so it's no trouble.

[Hmm. Hopefully he's not coming across as overeager, here. It's just -- now he's thinking about what she said, and also about their, erm, history. And staying in seems almost like a nice change of pace...

Ah. He's probably overthinking this. He sends the messages and waits for a response, before he can second- or third-guess himself.]

[icequeenly]

Well in that case, I would like that very much.

As long as you won't find staying in with me dull.

[ You know, in comparison to doing it in garden mazes, or library nooks... That kind of thing. ]

You're welcome to stay the night if you wish.

[ If she were the type to say as much she would warn him not to bring any sleepwear. Instead, she'll just let that very obvious insinuation dangle there. ]

->action?

[izanagis]

I don't think I could ever find it dull, being around you.

[Sometimes he sort of worries about the opposite, actually.

As for the...invitation--]

Thank you. I'll keep that in mind. See you tonight.

[As if he has any intention of not accepting an offer like that. Anyway, it's not hard to find the royal elevators, even if a couple of longterm guests whisper scandalously about the lowly five waiting for the doors to open. Yu isn't generally fazed by rank --it all seems kind of artificial, really-- so he greets the gossip with a nonchalant shrug.

The elevator...really is something. As fascinating as it is, he's pretty relieved when it comes to a stop at the top. It's not long before he rings the doorbell to the Queen's suite.]

[icequeenly]

Likewise.

[ Excuse her while she fights the urge to practically beam at her device as she reads that reply from him.

She's having a similar challenge when she opens her rather ridiculously large door to find Yu standing there at the expected time a few hours later. It had also been challenging trying to determine exactly what to wear on a date that is happening right here in her own "home". In the end she had settled for the white turtleneck and black plants outfit almost identical to the one she wore back home. ]

Good evening. Please come in.

[ Mitsuru's method of address is characteristically formal as per usual but the way she smiles at him as she stands to one side to allow him space to enter the
entrance hall of her suite is anything but. ]

Nobody tried to stop you coming up here then I take it?

[ You never know with that crazy royal entourage never far away. ]

[izanagis]

[It. It's a big door. And yet, somehow, somehow, Yu is still not fully prepared for the grandiose display just beyond said door. He should have been. Rank may be arbitrary, but the resort goes all in on it, even though none of this should be physically possible, really... His eyebrows lift at the entrance hall, the sheer scale of it. Luckily, his surprise comes across as rather mild -- that's max Expression for you, I guess.]

Not this time, [said with a small amount of amusement. He's sure that plenty of them would have liked to, if their scandalized gossip had been any indicator.

Yu tends to be pretty moderate in the way he dresses, and this evening is no exception: a gray polo, dark trousers, nothing fancy. He did consider it, briefly, dressing way up for the event...but while the opulence of the Queen suite does make him feel a bit underdressed, Mitsuru's choice of clothes makes him feel like he made the right choice. Anyway. He gestures at the hall.]

I probably should have been expecting it, but...this is really incredible to see in-person.

[Not just how elaborate it is, but how impossible it is, too, the way the resort seems to bend space and reality just to make things like this possible.]

[icequeenly]

I would have had something to say to them if they had succeeded.

[ And probably given them precious little room to wonder exactly why a five was on his way up to visit her suite. Rank may be arbitrary but Mitsuru certainly looks comfortable in such a grandiose setting, at home even, as though this is exactly the kind of place she's used to being in... Because, well, she is.

The door shuts behind them both automatically, at which point the redhead takes a few steps closer to him, suddenly just a bit awkward. Is greeting him with a kiss appropriate in this case? She certainly wants to. It doesn't help with her slight awkwardness that she has to raise herself on a her tiptoes just a little in order to do so, the height difference between them more apparent when he's not leaning down somewhat. Her lips brush against his only for a moment, brief but definitely inviting in their intent...

But they're actually going to have a meal first. ]

It's fully customisable. So if you'd like a different sort of setting for this evening at any point that can be arranged.

[ She pauses. ]

...This is just what I felt comfortable with. [ She is aware that it definitely isn't what everyone is accustomed to and the smile still on her face turns to one of slight embarrassment at the admittance for a moment. ]

[izanagis]

[Whatever smooth quip he was mentally preparing --and he was, something about not being beaten so easily, maybe-- it's utterly derailed by the unexpected brush of her lips against his. It... it's not even nearly the first time they've kissed, but somehow it hits him like a jolt of electricity.

Somehow it seems fitting that she doesn't seem unused to any of this. She wears it well, as the saying goes, and as the next head of the Kirijo Group, it's no wonder.]

It's nice. [Not a lie; it's elegant, but not gaudy. As much as the whole tableau is on another level, it's not like he's ever wanted for much, either, at least on paper.

... ... ... that's not to say he isn't curious about what kind of, ah, customizations she's talking about.

Ahem. Later, though. For now, he points down the hallway.] This way to the kitchen, I'm guessing?

[icequeenly]

[ She smiles and nods in the affirmative as he points down the grand hallway - not to mention in the direction the vast, sweeping staircase they would pass on the way. She'll try not to dwell at any point on the thought of bringing him upstairs later. ]

Correct. Third door on the left.

[ The kitchen itself is just as grand as the rest of the place. When they do reach it she can't help but be charmed by the novelty of having a "date" about to cook for her. Others have used her kitchen in the time she's been here but Yu is... well, Yu. She's always a little extra giddy when he's around. It's embarrassing really. ]

The chef keeps it fully stocked at all times so you should be able to find whatever you need.

Am I allowed to know what you're going to be cooking or is it a surprise?

[izanagis]

[Oh-- oh wow, he should have been expecting Big Kitchen, but somehow, being in it just makes it feel...even grander. Yu tries to keep the surprise out of his expression, at this point. It mostly works.

Is he trying to be extra chill around her? Maybe. Look, she's not the only one who gets a little giddy when they're together. Not that he's eager to admit it, given everything about this place...and how embarrassing it is.]

This must be a chef's dream, [he says, easily enough. He wouldn't go so far as to call himself a chef -- he's pretty much a hobby cook. But...still. The point stands. As for the question...well, he's sort of maintaining the opinion that keeping it a surprise makes it seem much cooler than it actually is. I mean, it's not as anticlimactic as if he was about to declare he was making omurice for a date, but-- anyway, he checks the pantry before he commits to his answer.]

I thought I'd go with pizza. [Hey, she did say nothing fancy. And since the chef conveniently stocked the pantry with pizza dough for some reason...] If that's alright with you?

[icequeenly]

Of course. That sounds wonderful.

[ Honestly, he could definitely just make her omurice and she would still be touched by his efforts. Her smile says as much and for a moment, she seems to be recalling something. ]

I've had pizza once before actually, a long time ago. It was at a restaurant with my father and I believe it had lobster, three types of cav-- [ She pauses, because this is definitely coming across a certain way, isn't it? Now that she stops to think about it, how much more of a naive rich girl could she possibly come across? ]

...That is to say, it was rather delicious. I'm sure this one will be too.

[izanagis]

[... ... ...

Lobster and three types of caviar. He's pretty sure she was about to say three types of caviar. And somehow, the fact that she stops herself makes it even more wild. Not that that wild response is not endearing, in a way, and he has to suppress a little smile in response.]

Sounds interesting. I can't say I've ever thought to put lobster on pizza.

[No, instead he's now decided to add extra sauce and cheese, just to see what happens. Anyway, he doesn't have anything like that, but he does have sliced ham, bell peppers, and mushrooms, which he starts layering on almost methodically.]

[icequeenly]

[ She was not about to say three types of caviar- except she totally was.

It's oddly soothing, watching him work in her kitchen and a wicked little part of her brain tells her that she wouldn't mind seeing him here more often. Preferably in the morning, after he's spent the night and they've--

Yep, not going to go there.

Not right now anyway. ]

I suppose it is.

--But, um, please don't think that I eat that sort of thing every day.

[ Oh god. There is an ever so slight flush on her cheeks, mainly because she really isn't used to feeling this flustered around someone... and she actually really cares what he thinks of her. ]

[izanagis]

[To be fair, she's definitely not the only one with a train of thought that can't seem to stay on the rails. Yu can't help thinking about how easy this feels, being here with her, even though the whole place is so absurdly lavish it feels like a luxury hotel in itself. He tries not to let himself get too caught up in it, at least, but her words and the flush in her expression have a small smile working its way onto his face.]

I know. Don't worry about it.

[He. He's trying hard to act stupidly cool, to actually pay attention to what he's doing and not to fumble or spill something. Miraculously, everything manages to make it into the oven despite his difficulty focusing.

A soft exhale. Before he can start wondering if he should have chosen something with a longer cook time, he turns back to her, canting his head a bit.]

And now, we wait.

[icequeenly]

[ How long does a pizza take to cook? That is what she’s wondering when he announces they have nothing left to do but wait. Or rather he has nothing left to do- her involvement in the entire prep process hadn’t extended beyond directing him to her kitchen and the ingredients.

It’s raw, fresh dough - that has to take longer than a pre-prepared frozen one or something, right? Not that she’s ever eaten that variety either. ]

…Would you like to see the pool while we wait?

[ It’s quite something. Plus it’s not far from the kitchen and also on the lower level of her suite.

Absolutely no other reason. ]

Quickly of course.

[izanagis]

[There is definitely no other reason at all. Yu definitely doesn't think of one, of course, not in the slightest. But he doesn't say no. Of course he doesn't say no -- that's the last thing he wants to say to her right now in general. Instead, a small smile; he holds out a hand as he nods, beckoning her to take it.]

Quickly. Right.

[Right.]

I'd love to.

[icequeenly]

[ She's all too happy to take that offered hand of Yu's, not wanting to seem too eager although the truth of the matter is she's been itching for more contact since she greeted him with all that all too brief little kiss once he stepped through the door earlier.

The indoor pool is conveniently not far from the kitchen - convenient for any servants wishing to keep bringing the queen of hearts snacks or drinks when she's trying to read a book on one of the loungers or couches by said pool. Thankfully, there aren't any servants or hangers-on around now, for no reason.

No reason for the way her face is a little flushed. It's a luxurious heated pool room after all, it's humid. ]

We could take a closer look if you like. Only I don't have my swimsuit to hand...

[ She is... definitely not as concerned about that as she should be, would ordinarily be. ]

[izanagis]

[The warmth of her hand occupies a larger portion of his thoughts than it probably should. Maybe part of that is because the contact continues even after they make it to the pool... it's warm, quiet, and here, it's just the two of them. No servants. Nothing but a tinge of pink in her cheeks and a warm prickle bringing color to his face, too.

No reason for that, of course.]

I don't, either. [He swallows. To be honest, if he was really thinking about the pool, this place is grand enough that there would undoubtedly be a solution to that. But the pool isn't really what's at the forefront of his mind, right now.

Speaking of a closer look...like a moth to a flame, he's drawn closer to her, his voice softening.] That's not a problem, is it?

[icequeenly]

No, not at all.

[ Her voice is a little hushed and she's already anticipating it when he moves closer, when going for an actual swim might be the very last thing on her mind now. It's incredibly apparent now that this might be the first time they've been somewhere together where they are almost guaranteed not to be disturbed or caught in any way - it was never an absolute thing in a place like this and especially not with her entourage but still, it's extremely unlikely.

...They should really be more mindful of those pizzas cooking, not spend too long in here but... well, as she closes the distance between them further still and presses her body lightly into his and lays her hands on his shoulders, building up more of an appetite first really doesn't seem like such a bad idea...

Mitsuru can never quite forget how much taller than her Yu is, especially not when they're like this, when she's gazing up at him with everything in her being practically crying out that she really, really wants him to kiss her right now. ]

[izanagis]

[Her hands on his shoulders, his arms goimg around her waist to pull her closer -- it feels like the most natural thing in the world. Maybe that should worry him, that closeness; he's never really felt comfortable attaching himself to people like that. But it's so easy, with her, almost as if he can't help it, as if it's inevitable.

With the warm air and the profound realization that they really are alone...maybe it was.

Yu doesn't do things by halves, here; when he leans down to kiss her, it's most certainly not chaste. Deep and wanting, it's as if he's been thinking about it for a while. Even if he doesn't say it, he has.]

[icequeenly]

[ The wanting in his kiss is just as glaringly obvious as the same feeling in her own as she returns it. For someone who ordinarily plays her cards so close to her chest it's surprising as ever how shockingly quick she lets go of that in his presence, the moment she feels herself ignite inside the minute there is any kind of intimacy between them.

She had been thinking about getting him alone, somewhere truly private, long before their exchange of texts this morning.

The deep flush of red across her cheeks has absolutely everything to do with the way their lips move together, the way she presses herself harder against his body with her own with a soft, approving moan. But yes, it is hot and humid in here, in the pool room and she does find herself itching to be rid of clothing... though that still has a hell of a lot to do with him and not just because it's hot in here.

The red head has to take a step back, break their kiss, just for a moment, just to watch the expression on his face, as her hands reach to slowly peel off her white turtleneck. She hadn't intended to give him a show but... if he wants this as badly as she does then it can only help matters, as she reveals white lace and soft skin. She swallows, attempting to reason with herself that it's absolutely fine that she wants this, wants him so badly that she won't even wait for him to slowly peel away her clothing, that she instead wants to work him up like this... She dimly recognises the voice that comes out of her as her own, yet full of desire, as she slides down her black pants next. ]

I want you so badly...

[izanagis]

[He never gets tired of kissing her. And there's a part of him that'll roll that thought over in his mind, later -- the cautious part of him that still lingers, still reminds him that all of this is temporary. Don't get too attached. It's dangerous to get too involved. Yu isn't thinking about any of that right now, he's not thinking about anything beyond the warmth of her lips, her body pressed against his--

... and then she's stripping away her top, and he's not thinking about anything at all.

If Mitsuru's aim is to get him worked up, it's working spectacularly; his usual composure fractures inch by inch, crumbling by the second, leaving flushed cheeks and shallow breaths. There's an intensity to his expression, pupils darkening, as he takes her in, eyes tracing over the lines of her curves, watching her movements as she strips down to only undergarments.]

Mitsuru--

[--is the sole thought occupying his thoughts, right now. He's so turned on he can barely breathe, already straining against his slacks, but part of him thinks that if he doesn't touch her right now he is going to lose his mind, and that wins out over everything else. So one hand pulls her closer by the waist, close enough to seek out another kiss, as the other grazes along her hip, traces the soft flesh of her thigh, outer to inner.]

[icequeenly]

[ He's seeking out another kiss from her and she's all too happy to let him, breathing his name into it as once again they're deeply devouring each other's mouths. Like Yu, Mitsuru feels as though she could never get tired of this, of kissing him, of him touching her- Her breath hitches in her throat as he reaches her inner thigh. It might be embarrassing how badly she wants him to touch her, if she simply didn't care about anything else but him right now.

She doesn't hesitate to clutch at his broad shoulders, walking backwards, pulling him with her towards the nearest lounger with no small amount of urgency. She had already vocalised how badly she wants this, wants him. That want shouldn't take over her like this, so quickly, so utterly, yet it does and she can't think about anything else. Not potentially nosy household staff, nor burning pizzas. She swears she can feel him hardening already, straining against his pants as her body brushes against his, as she moves to lay down and tug him along with her for the ride. She'd let him settle between her legs already, let him keep her blissfully pinned here for the rest of the afternoon all too happily, except first things first- ]

--Take your shirt off or you'll overheat in here.

[ Empress got to Empress it seems, she doesn't entirely mean to sound bossy with it... But she also really wouldn't mind yet another eyeful of that torso of his. ]

[izanagis]

[Touching her is far from the only thing he wants to do, but he's not entirely ready to put his imagination to words, to voice exactly where he'd like to put his hands. Instead he let's get pull him back, chasing the taste of her lips as he settles on his knees on the lounger.

It's the sound of her voice that makes him pause, breath hitching at the commanding tone. Empress. Every time he's about to forget, somehow she reminds him.]

Of course. [Whispered on an exhale, a faint hint of smile in the tone, he leans back onto his knees to drag the shirt up over his head, discarding it on the floor nearby.

Task done, he lets his own agenda take priority, peppering open-mouthed kisses along the expanse of her torso.]

[icequeenly]

[ It takes every measure of self control that she has left not to immediately arch herself up and into his touches as he peppers her soft skin with kisses. In her current frame of mind, she'll go with whatever that agenda of his is and she finds herself biting at her lower lip any time he nears her breasts. It wouldn't do to beg him to practically tear her bra off, nor let her underwear meet the same fate- not yet at least. But god does she want to. ]

Yu--

[ His name is a heady exhale on her lips as he continues to drive her crazy with his own, now and again feeling the brush of his tongue in the way he's open-mouthed kissing her. It makes her shiver, fighting not to let her thoughts utterly run away with her to a place where she might find out what it feels like to experience his mouth touching other places on her body.

Her hands reach out to caress his hard shoulders in silent encouragement, fingertips caressing his skin, trying to spell out that she wants more, more of his mouth... ]