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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.

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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

ENERGY66%
extraverted
MIND63%
intuitive
NATURE66%
thinking
TACTICS100%
judging
IDENTITY71%
assertive

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Mitsuru's Queen of ❤️s Suite

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[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.]

[ 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. ]

Edited 2024-11-08 15:49 (UTC)

[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.]

[ 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.

[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.]

[ 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. ]

[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.]

[ 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. ]

[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.]

[ 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? ]

[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.]

[ 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.

[With her taste still on his tongue and her words in his ear, it's almost enough to make Yu come undone before he even gets to feel her. He has to take a shaky breath to steady himself, plants a few kisses along the curve of her neck, pulling himself back from the tipping point. He lifts his eyes, blown wide with lust, just enough to meet her gaze for a moment before he begins guiding himself to her.

He starts with the smallest of presses, meeting her lips for another kiss as he pushes into her, little by little. It's already enough to make him groan.]

You feel as incredible as you taste, [a whisper, said between feathery kisses on the shell of her ear.]

[ Such a sentence should have her a blushing mess. Instead she's helpless to do anything but revel in feeling every hard inch of him as he presses inside of her, still not done shuddering with pleasure at the kisses he'd just planted on her neck before he'd begun this. It is both curious and dizzying, how it feels to merge with someone like this when you're so into them...

Because she totally is. ]

I can't get enough of you. [ A whisper in return, accompanied by a soft, breathless chuckle on her lips, tilting her head a little as he kisses her ear, inviting the feeling. Honestly, if he bit the lobe she might end up boneless at this rate.

Her thighs tighten around his torso, inviting him deeper. The redhead moans softly as she adjust to the familiar feeling of Yu once more, filling her yet all at once making her hungry for even more. ]

[Like is such a dangerous word -- one he's loath to use, especially here. And yet he can't deny that he feels the same about her, that there's no way he could ever get enough, that just being around her is incredible, and this...

Thinking too hard on it puts his mind into freefall, so he doesn't. Not right now.]

I could never, [get enough. Somehow, the whispered admittance feels more intimate than their connection, and his cheeks burn from it. He focuses instead on her thighs, on the warmth seeping into him where their bodies touch, on how amazing she feels around him as she pulls him closer, as he fills her up.

It's a kiss that brushes her ear first, then the soft graze of teeth as he nips the lobe gently, exhaling before moving his hips.]

[ The redhead does indeed feel as though she's suddenly boneless at the graze of his teeth on her ear, rewarding him with a sharp moan, quivering against him. It makes her thoughts race, imagination quietly running away with her as usual as she pictures what it might be like to have those teeth sink into the back of her neck too, while he's behind her and they're- later. Some part of her tells her they should pace themselves. If she has her way about him staying over they would have all evening after all...

For now, this is enough. More than enough. She can admit to herself how much she likes the way he's looking at her, the way their eyes meet as he takes her, in deep intimacy that would normally have her cheeks pink. They are pink, but she doesn't care. Settling into a rhythm with him feels so good, so right- can't get enough is correct. Her hips meet his as she moves, grinding herself back against him, unable to stop herself saying his name- Yu- they're so beyond the formalities when they're like this. ]

[Yu takes cues from her as she moves -- she feels amazing, and he's already holding himself steady, trying to keep from going too fast, trying to keep from peaking too soon. Still, he can't stop --doesn't even try to stop-- a heated groan as she tips her hips just so, and he cants down to meet her, thrusting in rhythm with how she moves.

He's burning up, little sparks of fire warming him all the way through wherever they touch, and he already knows he's not going to last much longer when she moves like that, when she's tight around him and whispering his name. His tongue feels clumsy in comparison as little things tumble out of his mouth--] God-- I'm-- Mitsuru--

-You're what?

[ The playful smile on her lips is just a little teasing, a little wicked for a moment. Because she knows the answer to her own question here, that she's going to make him unravel the same way he unraveled her with his mouth earlier. His name is on her lips again as she tilts her head just so to return the favour he'd already bestowed upon her with his teeth, her own lightly grazing his neck, right as her hands move to grasp the broadness of his shoulders above her. The extent of her grip shifts and changes with their pace, tightening the more frenetic and desperate it becomes, until elegant fingernails might just be leaving some crescent shaped marks for him to remember her by later. Not that she possesses any such concerns about him forgetting her any time soon.

She can feel warmth building in her core once more - moans becoming more frequent, more uninhibited, every time he hits her just right. She can't tease him too much, not when everything feels so good, so wonderful, when she's so close to the edge herself. Her thighs twitch around him as the redhead starts to quiver, the warmth of her impending climax taking hold as she says his name again and again like a chant on her lips. Like it's the only thing keeping her grounded but practically making her float with pleasure all at once, ] Yu-

[ Dear lord that pizza is going to be burned to a crisp. ]

Hah, [the faintest of laughs, little more than a breath. It's a cheeky little thing, that question, and Yu can't --won't-- hide how much he adores it, how much he adores it coming from her, but now isn't the time to fully consider that, because he's also--] coming-- for you.

[The words are a whisper; there are very few people he'd give that little bit of bare sincerity to, and she's one of them. And he does come, an unguarded moan snapping out of him as he thrusts one final time with his release.

You know what? He worked hard on that dinner, and he doesn't even care.]

[ The breathless laugh in response only lasts for a moment- only because what is happening right now is so very good.. Feeling come undone mere moments apart from when she does is as amazing as ever, rendering her thoughts to nothing, her mind momentarily blank as she cries out and clings harder to the broad shoulders above her. He has her turned molten as always, her core saturated with warm, blissful, tingling heat, her thighs still twitching around his waist with the after shocks of her climax.

Her eyes are locked on his as they both catch their breath and the kisses that follow from her are nothing short of adoring as Mitsuru captures his lips with her own, soft but with none the less heat than when they had started this. ]

[He doesn't think he'll ever get tired of the way it feels when she comes apart around him, like she's lost in her own ecstasy, like nothing else matters for that one moment. It's like a sliver of something secret, something that's only theirs, something that stays with him just as strongly as the smell of her hair, her skin.

Breathless, he looks at her with lidded eyes, his expression intense, stormy, but difficult to pin down. It's more than lust, it's more than chemistry, the resort-- and he doesn't want to narrow it any further, but words sneak into his mind anyway.

The way he kisses her back, deep and longing and affectionate, that too is theirs alone. Hers. Hers alone.]

[ She's utterly content to stay like this, still all tangled up in him with him above her on the lounger while she relishes that kiss. Oxygen is necessary though, at some point they have to break for air and she's smiling softly as she does, reaching up a hand to brush her fingers through some of that silvery hair of his where it's sticking a little to his forehead with the heat of the pool room and the heat of... well, what they'd just done. ]

...I'm sorry about the pizza. You worked rather than hard on it.

[ Does he even care though? Do either of them? She really hadn't planned for a look at the pool to turn into this... ]

[There's an intimacy in that gesture, too, in the softness of her fingers where they brush against his forehead. He leans into the touch, a bit, more than content just to stay like this until moving becomes absolutely, unavoidably necessary.

His laugh in response to her words is soft, barely more than the rise and fall of his chest and shoulders.]

I don't mind. [It's genuine, that assertion. He tucks a stray piece of hair behind her ear.] We'll figure something out.

[Besides. It was worth it.]

[ She really likes it when he laughs she realises. She also really likes it when he touches her hair. She’s really in trouble here, for sure… To the extent that she feels like doing something most unlike her… ]

We could order a pizza instead. That is something people do, is it not?

[ ~~how do you do fellow kids~~ She suggests it as if she’s never done such a thing in her life, as if it’s some exciting unknown, even more so with what she says next, trepidation clear in her voice. ]

What if we were to be terribly slovenly and eat it in bed?

[Yu's eyebrows lift a bit at the suggestion. It seems so unlike her, in a way...but, well -- the way she words it is certainly not unexpected, for her.]

It is, [something that people do, that is. He says it on the edge of a smile, and because there are very few things that Yu Narukami will say no to:] Yeah. Let's do it.

[Not that he's in a rush. He might say as much, or he might just lean down to kiss her neck...but before he can do either, she catches him by surprise. With another soft chuckle, and an amused tilt to his expression:] Slovenly?

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