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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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[izanagis]

[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--

[icequeenly]

-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. ]

[izanagis]

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.]

[icequeenly]

[ 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. ]

[izanagis]

[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.]

[icequeenly]

[ 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... ]

[izanagis]

[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.]

[icequeenly]

[ 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?

[izanagis]

[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?

[icequeenly]

We shall then.

[ And she would not object to any kisses on her neck from him, although perhaps only to point out that he might turn her on all over again... if that's his goal then she wouldn't exactly object to that either. ]

Yes. Is that not an adjective you would use for it? [ Maybe not, because he's not from a Victorian novel? Not that Mitsuru herself sees any issue with the word she just used, only gazes back at him with a softened expression and a slightly amused look of her own. ]

Perhaps I should claim you're a bad influence on me. [ She tilts her head, high enough to press a trail of kisses where his collar bone meets his shoulder, still smiling as she does so, warm and genuine in a way that the smile actually meets her eyes for once. Not something that happens a lot. ] You make me see little reason to leave the bedroom later.

[ Because you know, he's sleeping over tonight. If she hadn't already made that perfectly clear enough already. ]

[izanagis]

It's very descriptive.

[Diplomacy at work. He's certainly not criticizing, though -- it's more like a charm point than anything. And somehow, in spite of everything they've just done, in spite of the fact that they're still lying here together, Mitsuru's assertion brings a slight flush back to his cheeks. Maybe it's the confidence in her tone. Maybe it's the feel of her lips against his shoulders. Maybe both.

He exhales into the gesture, thumb brushing the line of her jaw as he cards his fingers through her hair.]

Guilty as charged, [his voice is pitched a bit lower as he says those words, fondness and maybe a glint of mischief in his expression.] We might not make it back at all, if you keep that up.