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@kirijo
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]

[ 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... ]

[izanagis]

[More. He can do that. It's what he wants too, after all: another taste of her skin, another call of his name on her lips. Greedy isn't often a word that describes him, but when it comes to Mitsuru, he can't get enough.

If her thoughts are running away with her, Yu's have completely taken over: he drags his hands down her sides, brushing over the swell of her breasts, along her hipbones. He follows up those trails of heat with kisses, slowly inching lower. He lingers at the inside of her thighs, smooth, soft, pressing kisses to the sensitive skin there almost curiously, as if he's wondering what sounds she might make.

Maybe he is, a bit.

He brings a finger between her legs, touching her through the thin fabric of her underwear, eyes flicking up to watch her as he does.]

[icequeenly]

[ How is it possible for someone to drive her so utterly crazy with so small a touch? The way he looks at her makes her cheeks burn scarlet and a shiver of awareness traverse her spine, knowing that he's looking at her for a reaction and that right now, he can feel precisely how excited he had gotten her already. The thin fabric of her lace underwear is slick with her arousal, growing more so the longer this goes on, the longer the promise of what he might be about to do to her is dangled in front of her.

Her eyes are utterly locked on his. ]

Please- [ Please what? She can't quite verbalise the specifics yet, just makes it apparent that if he stops what he's begun at any point then she might very well have something to say about it. Or go even more hopelessly crazy for him - if that were somehow possible. ]

[izanagis]

[Please. Who knew that one little word could sound so good? Good enough that it seems to pull air directly from his lungs, that it freezes him there for a moment, settled between her legs, unable and unwilling to keep his hands off of her. She's always gorgeous, but this angle is incredible, her eyes meeting his. Even then, it pales in comparison to how she feels-- how wet she is-- because of him--

There it is: the last modicum of restraint, melting away.

His hands smooth up her hips, slipping beneath the hem of her underwear and pulling it down. He presses open-mouthed kisses to the skin of her inner thigh as he does, right up to where it meets her hip.]

[icequeenly]

[ She shifts her hips upwards, just a little, just enough to make it easier to pull down her underwear, wriggling out of it the rest of the way herself until it's left hanging on uselessly around one of her calves still. She doesn't possess the coherency or the patience to kick it off the rest of the way, not when Yu's lips ascends to the highest spot on her inner thigh. He's so close, any closer and she feels as though her mind might very well go utterly blank.

Mitsuru would be embarrassed to admit it but she has pictured this before, with him, fantasized about it. Imagined what it might look like, feel like to have Yu Narukami between her legs like that- like this, at least, if he's about to do what she really hopes he is. She quivers and moans softly as he mouths her again, so high up her inner thigh this time, right where her flesh is so sensitive, a deep pang of arousal shooting right to her core. She's soaking, aching for him at this point and- ]

Yu- I- I want you, so badly-

[ She bites her lower lip as she watches him tease her. Does she need to say please again? ]

[izanagis]

[He wants her so much he thinks he might just lose his mind. He wants her so much that it's almost hard to exercise restraint. But almost isn't completely, and part of him wants to tease her until she can't hold back anymore, until she's writhing and begging, until she says his again, and again, and again... So he doesn't move from her thigh just yet, instead lifting a finger so he can stroke her lightly for a short while, watching her lip catch between her teeth.]

Mitsuru...

[It's that little shaky moan that finally gets him, a strangely alluring sound that sends shivers right down to his toes, and his impatience to hear more, to taste her, spikes so suddenly that he can't help himself. He sets his mouth against her, spreading her open with his tongue, and exhales a sound like a soft moan as he's finally able to taste her.]

[icequeenly]

[ There's that light touch of his finger, so desired but at this point, not nearly enough to satisfy her want for him. She has to fight the urge to grind herself against it, to beg him for more, to beg him for what she really wants- how does he reduce her to this so easily? Apparently the wait is too long for him too, he can't hold out either, because the next thing she knows is Yu saying her name like that and pressing his tongue to her and honestly - she might lose it at that alone.

The dilemma is obvious from the get-go - whether she should lie back, close her eyes and just let the sensations of exactly what her crush is doing to her right now utterly wash over her - or stay where she is, watching him do this to her. She knows exactly what is turning her on more right now, watching him press his mouth exactly where she'd been fantasising about, feeling his tongue spreading her folds and the awareness in her mind that he's tasting exactly how wet he's made her in the build-up to this. That moan of his is almost too much, she can feel it, the vibration of that sound against her and she cannot mask a moan of her own. She's wet, so wet- and he's making a sound like that, like she's the best thing he's tasted and it makes her toes curl on the lounger and her cheeks darken with red as she looks down at him, ready to meet his gaze while he's doing this to her if he so chooses.

Mon Dieu, she's in trouble here. ]

[izanagis]

[Their eyes connect for a moment, and that brief connection sends a jolt of arousal through his whole body at the realization that she's watching him as he teases and licks, as he does his damndest to make her come fully undone. And he wants to watch her the whole time, wants to hold her gaze, wants to be able to see the exact moment when she can't hold back anymore--

...but almost more than that, he wants to hear her make that sound again.

(Oh, he is ruined, isn't he.)

Yu curls a hand around her thigh as he dips his tongue into her, savoring her taste, the slickness of her arousal, unhurried as he drags his tongue against her, swirls it over her, testing, experimenting to see what gets a reaction out of her.]

[icequeenly]

[ Make that two of them for being ruined then.

Each unhurried, experimental flick of his tongue against her has the redhead's moans growing a little louder. It isn't difficult work out that Yu's trying to figure out what will get the most out of her, what will make her loudest and he's pretty damn close to finding it. A tantalising first brush against her clit has her thigh twitching in his grasp, a heated gasp escaping Mitsuru's lips and she doesn't even have to think about reaching out to grasp a handful of his hair, an automatic action. As though it's the only thing that will keep her anchored and stable on this lounger with him so hellbent on having her come undone.

It looks as though he won't have to wait long to get his wish, not with the way things are headed. ] Please- Keep doing that.

[izanagis]

[Each little sound Mitsuru makes hits him like lightning, sending a pulse of arousal straight through him, and with every moan, it becomes harder to measure himself, to keep from going too hard or too fast. Part of him wants to keep her here just like this, to see just how many different ways she can moan--

He groans when she tugs on his hair, a rumbling sound that vibrates against her.

She tastes, sounds, so incredible that he feels almost helpless to not do exactly as she asked, to slide his tongue against her clit slowly, softly, again and again.]

I want you to come for me, Mitsuru.

[He says it as if there's nothing in the world he's ever wanted more, slipping a finger into her on the exhale of her name.]

[icequeenly]

[ Like she would have any objection if he decided to do exactly that to her. Her only likely protest would come from him exhausting her, unraveling her so many times that she becomes over sensitive, that it all becomes too much.

Speaking of too much - this entire thing is almost too good for her to bear. She can't stop watching him as his tongue slides against her, continuing to have her gasping, twitching and moaning in his grasp. He's relentless in the way that he pleasures her and any inclination Mitsuru might have had to control herself, to try and be remotely quiet with the sounds she's making, lest a member of staff hear her, is rapidly dwindling. Then he's telling her what he wants from her, exactly what he wants from her, as if she weren't already mere seconds away from giving in to coming relentlessly against his mouth and tongue... Yu slips a finger into her and she's helpless to do anything but give in, her orgasm washing over her like a rising wave, causing her to arch her back and cry out his name. More than once. ]

Yu- You're making me come so hard- [ She practically whimpers- as close to a sound like that she would ever make, writhing as she pants and moans, eyes half-lidded in bliss and expression utterly fucked out. ]

[izanagis]

[Too much is exactly what he's hoping for, and god, when she arches against him it's almost enough to send him over the edge, too. Arousal pulses through him, bubbling out in a soft groan against her at the cadence of her voice, the sound of his name moaned out in pleasure.

He already wants to hear it again.

Planting small, wet kisses on the delicate skin of her inner thighs, he savors the sight, the sound, of her riding through the waves of aftershocks, commits the bliss in her expression to memory.]

Mitsuru, [whispered breathlessly between kisses, probably a little more unguarded than he should realistically let himself be, but-- he can't help it. Not with her.]

[icequeenly]

[ Mitsuru shivers at the feel of Yu's lips on her inner thighs, still so tender with the sensitivity of the climax he had brought her to. The breathless way he whispers her name brings something sharply into focus for the redhead: that she still wants him, even when he's just left her shaking with bliss beneath him, she wants more, more of him.

It is that desire that has her reaching for him and murmuring in husky tones, ]

Take your pants off.

[ She hardly expects a marathon here, not with what he'd just done to her but she wants him, wants to feel him, wants it so badly she's practically breathless still, even as the last dizzying effects of her orgasm fade away to a pleasant warmth. Even after everything they'd done, it'll be the first time the pair of them have both actually been naked together, and that brings a renewed blush to Mitsuru's cheeks as she eyes him expectantly. Scenarios of everything they could still do on this lounger are already racing through her mind. ]

[izanagis]

[It's the tone of her voice that has his eyes flicking up to meet hers, the way her nails feel on his skin as she reaches for him, grazing his shoulder ever so slightly... Yu can't say he's surprised, or anything of the sort, but somehow he's so turned on by it that he can barely formulate words to respond. He wastes little time tugging off his slacks.

Only when they hit the floor does it really hit him that this is the first time they've both been fully naked together, the first time they've both been totally on display like this. Heat threatens to creep into his face because of it, but when his eyes meet with hers again, the other thoughts melt away.

He kneels down onto the lounger, and her -- and there's something so intimate about it, about the heat where their bodies touch, that he can't help leaning in for another kiss.]

[icequeenly]

[ If he likes her nails grazing his shoulders now then just wait... At least that's what she'd be telling him if she knew.

When their eyes meet she's embarrassed at the realisation of how impossible it is for her to look away, how their gazes seem to lock together. Like his, her thoughts melt away, fade into the background, right as the blush still staining her cheeks deepens. He's naked, they both are. It shouldn't be such a huge deal after everything they've done but she reminds herself that this might be the first time they've done this anywhere that might be considered private. The first time they've had the opportunity to really see one another like this...

As Yu positions himself over her, she feels herself practically shiver with anticipation despite the warmth of his body above hers. She softly grips his shoulders as he leans in to kiss her, a soft sound of delight against his lips as she returns the gesture in kind.

Mitsuru can't keep the heat out of it, can't conceal her desire as her lips move with his, subconsciously allowing her body to begin to slowly rise and grind against his- god she wants him. Is it even okay to want someone this badly? ]

[izanagis]

[No one makes him come undone quite like Mitsuru Kirijo. He can't put a finger on what it is about her, except that being around her makes him feel weak in ways that are wholly unexpected -- but not necessarily unwelcome. Maybe it should worry him, on some level, how close to her he wants to be, how she ties him up in knots, but when she touches him like that, when she makes those sounds--

well. worry is the farthest thing from his mind.

His whole body hums with pleasure as she moves her body against his, and oh, god, he's so hard he's practically buzzing. She feels so good that he doesn't bother to contain the soft moan of pleasure that rattles out of him, canting his hips down in rhythm with her.]

[icequeenly]

[ Likewise, perhaps something in the back of her mind is telling her that this is getting out of hand, that allowing herself to become so besotted in such a tenuous situation for them both is almost entirely unwise. However, what is logic in the face of that heady, intoxicating buzz she experiences whenever they're near each other? Whenever they're close like this?

As they rock against one another, she lets her hands explore him, tracing the long lines of his shoulders, back, then to the front, his pectorals, his abdominal muscles... as if she's trying to familiarise herself with every inch of him and commit him to memory. It's impossible not to notice the hard press of him between her legs, more impossible still when she parts them further for him, thighs around his hips as it becomes all too maddeningly good to ignore their almost joining.

She breaks their kiss, only by a fraction, still so close to feel the breath on one another's lips as she murmurs to him, almost breathless, ] Now- I need you.