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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]

[Mhm, comes the slightly amused response, on a slight nod. It got the job done, after all. There's a certain fondness with which he thinks of the golf club -- not least of all because he had managed to get ahold of one here at the resort, at least until the upgrade. Somehow said golf club made its way back to its rightful home, at that point...

Anyway.] I'm almost afraid to ask where he got the bus sign, [he says with a soft laugh. To his credit, he only winces a little bit. Has he been in worse scrapes in the TV world? Yes, absolutely. Is he used to being punched in the face? Absolutely not.]

One of my friends used folding chair for a while. [Amazing what people will come up with, honestly.

He's quiet for a moment, thinking about that. About her friends, about his own. About what Rise said, the tone of her voice, the way she couldn't look at him. "You never mentioned me, senpai? Not once?" It lingers with him, sitting heavily in his chest like a guilt he can't explain. He never meant to keep secrets; it's just... it's easier to project strength when he focuses on others. It always has been.]

I should have told you about Rise. About any of my friends, really. I didn't mean to put you in a weird situation.

[icequeenly]

[ Mitsuru chuckles softly. ] I don’t think I ever found out where he got it from. Likely just as well. [ For his sake, even if he’d acquired it through theft then she would have definitely had something to say about it.

She laughs again at the mention of the folding chair but to what he says next… that catches her even more off guard.

It’s true, it had been awkward. More than a little awkward in fact. But yet it hasn’t occurred to her to be mad at him about it - that would make her a hypocrite after all. ]

We’ve both kept aspects of our lives to ourselves.

[ She hesitates a moment, wondering exactly how to say what she wants to next. Her gaze is on his again, a light flush on her cheeks. ]

But… I suppose I just don’t feel like doing that with you anymore.

[izanagis]

[That kind of response might be more generous than he deserves, in a way. Not that Yu has been secretive, not that he's intentionally tried to hide anything...but isn't that worse? He just never thought-- it was always easier--

...

Yu had always been so awed by his friends' courage. Their ability to look their own Shadows in the eye and face themselves... In this moment, he wonders if that would be a more straightforward way to change. He's never had to hold himself accountable for his flaws. ...Well. Until now, that is. Action, meet consequences.

Somehow, the flush in Mitsuru's cheeks only heightens the sincerity with which he takes her words. Makes him want to answer with matching honesty.]

I know what you mean. I want you to know more about my friends. About me. Everything. [The cold touch of the ice pack isn't enough to keep warmth out of his face, his cheeks.] ... It's not easy for me to talk about myself. But-- being with you makes me want to try harder.

[icequeenly]

[ It might be more generous than he deserves, but it's borne out of the realisation that they could be just as bad as one another in that regard. About keeping their cards close to their respective chests. And yet they seem to want to reveal more of themselves to the other. ]

Likewise. I told you I wanted you to know me, did I not?

[ She kisses him then, closing the already minimal distance between them where they sit beside one another. Her tone is soft, gently teasing as she pauses, still close enough to his lips for him to feel each word, each breath against them. ]

...Is there anything else I can do to make you feel better? [ Something that definitely does not involve pressing the ice pack to his face. ]

[izanagis]

[Ah.

She did say that.

He...was probably about to say something to that effect. Or something else. Or anything. But the way Mitsuru closes the distance between them is both unexpected and extremely welcome, sitting warmly in his chest with all the affection (care; like; maybe more--) he holds for her. And somehow it doesn't really hurt, even with the bruises.

Or maybe the bruises make it feel better.

Or...something.

He lingers where she pulls away, eyes only half-opening, lidded as he watches her, heat spreading over his face along with a small smile at the offer.]

Mm, [as he moves closer to catch her lips again,] I think doing that again would be a good start.

[icequeenly]

[ Suddenly the ice pack doesn't seem needed - now that a far more appealing way of making of him feel better is on her mind... His lips catch hers and the ice pack quickly becomes forgotten, dropped on the floor, likely to leave a puddle of condensation on his new floor as it warms up but who's taking any notice? Besides, now that he's moved up in the resort he'd have house keeping like her.

The way their lips meet is all that she can focus on now, the way she kisses him back betraying a hunger for him that never seems to diminish. No matter how much they kiss, touch have sex, she can't seem to get enough.

Coming up for air suddenly seems entirely unnecessary, if it weren't for the important question she really needs to ask him. ]

Are you going to show me where your bed is?

[izanagis]

[Somehow he never gets tired of kissing her; touching her; being with her; and maybe it shows a bit in his first response to her question, a softly contented hum on the edge of a nod.]

When you ask like that, I can't refuse.

[There's a faint measure of humor in the words, of fondness. Not that he could refuse anyway, no matter how she asks. Not that he would. Not that he'd ever want to. He reaches for her hand as he stands and nods toward the hallway; some parts of the suite are still a bit of a maze to him, but he's gotten the layout down for most of the main rooms. The bedroom is fairly close, actually -- it doesn't take long to get there.]

[icequeenly]

[She gives this room an admiring once over once they arrive. Again, it seems so him. Of course everything outside the huge windows is simulated but she can't help but be amused and a little flushed at the openness of the set up regardless.

She turns away from the view to smile at him. ]

Being surrounded by all of these trees reminds me a little of our time in the omegadome...

[ Which seems like a lifetime ago now, yet she can still recall it vividly. As she can with all of the other times they'd been together... With that occasion in particular though, she recalls the feel of his teeth on her skin, making her squirm like an animal against him... Honestly, they had both been more than a little animal-like then.

She lets the little reminder hang between them for a moment, watching him closely as she takes a seat upon his bed. ]

[izanagis]

[The omegadome... His cheeks color a little at the memory, but there's fondness in his expression nonetheless. A lot has changed since that time, but he can still remember how good she smelled, the feel of her squirming beneath him... He hums thoughtfully, glancing at the trees for a moment.]

I guess the resort assumed I like being outside. It's not wrong, for the most part.

[Inaba had been helpful in that regard, somewhat, but so has this place. He sits beside her on the bed, brushing hair away from her ear and leaning close enough to whisper against the shell of it.]

I haven't forgotten the way you tasted. The way you looked, laid out in the grass like that.

[icequeenly]

[ A shiver goes through her at his whisper against her ear. Seems she's not the only one who remembers every lurid detail of that particular encounter.

Truthfully? She and the outdoors aren't much of a thing in comparison. She'd never been hesitant in saying to anyone that she would rather be inside with a good book. And yet...

She turns her head, as if to kiss him, yet instead she stops short just an inch or so from his lips. ]

Really now... You might end up converting me into an actual outdoorsy person if you carry on like that.

[ Turns out she could enjoy being outside just as much as long as she's in his company... ]

[izanagis]

[That short distance between them feels more enticing the longer they both hold it; the pause gives Yu the chance to hold her gaze for a moment, to trace a line from her lashes to her lips, watching them move with muted reverence. The way she looks here, now, is just as alluring as back then; there's color in her face that seems to travel through his own cheeks with a gentle warmth.]

Mm, [he begins, thoughtful, though the sound is a little more gravelly than he'd meant it to be.] I'm more interested in you carrying on, at the moment.

[Which would be embarrassing to say, with almost anyone else, but he loves watching her in any context. He may also be waiting for the right opportunity to interrupt with a kiss.]

[icequeenly]

[ That makes two of them then. The whole reason she'd been so keen to see his new bedroom in the first place... ]

Where we left off?

[ She thinks it went something like this- Mitsuru closes the distance between them with zero hesitation, pressing her lips to Yu's with a soft sigh of contentment. His lips are intimately familiar to her by now, yet none the less alluring for it. She's tentative, slightly, just a little concerned about his bruises but not enough to stop her gently pressing him backwards so he hits the surface of the bed, leaning over him, then finally moving to straddle his lap in one smooth movement.

She only parts from his lips for a second to position herself before resuming again. A little shiver down her spine at getting to make out with him, in his room, on his bed... Yes, she could still get a little kick out of that. Like any normal teenager. Even after everything they've been through here and the time that's gone by since they arrived. ]

[izanagis]

Exactly, [he whispers against her lips, returning the kiss eagerly in spite of the lingering pain. It's entirely too easy to let her guide him back to the bed; his knees hit it first, bending without resistance as he lands solidly on the mattress, biting back any discomfort at the sudden movement. However hesitant she might be about his bruises -- he certainly doesn't want her to stop. Not even to slow down.

It's the way she straddles his hips that sucks the air from his lungs most severely; looking up at her like this, hands resting warmly on her thighs, it's everything he could possibly want.

(Well. Maybe not everything.)

Her shiver reverberates through his whole body, it feels like; he gasps on an exhale, leaning into the kiss, teasing at her lips with his tongue, seeking a deeper connection.]

[icequeenly]

[ He's wanting deeper and Mitsuru is only too happy to grant it, lips parting invitingly as her tongue brushes against his in return. She could oh so easily get utterly lost in this now, hand gently caressing his cheek, much lighter over the bruise, being gentle as she can be while kissing him as though her life might depend on it.

She can't help but position herself over him like this, pressed against where she might feel him begin to harden within the confines of his pants if things are progressing the way she desires them to- His hands resting on her thighs suddenly has her wishing that they were bare. However- ]

...Are you sure you aren't too sore for this?

[ Exactly what she means by this going forward should be apparent in the way she sounds slightly breathless, want clear in her eyes as her lips linger over his in a pause for a moment. Of course she selfishly hopes the answer is no- yet she's quite prepared to back off if it's no. Even if she might spend the rest of the evening a little worked up afterwards... ]

[izanagis]

[The slide of her tongue against his is incredible, addictive -- somehow his tenderness from the fight only causes a spike of pleasure that leaves his breaths shallow, makes him shudder and gasp as she positions herself so intentionally over his undeniably growing arousal. Just thinking about her here, in his room. In his bed.

Yu watches her with lidded eyes as she pulls back just a bit, pausing, treating him with a care and concern that makes something twist in his chest.]

I'm good, [is his first response, embarrassingly inelegant, his voice thick with want. He swallows.] ... I want to keep going. With you.

[His hands slide upward from thighs to hips to waist, slipping beneath her top as if punctuating his statement. He can no longer conceive of a time or place where he doesn't want to be with her. There are times when that reality scares him in a way he can't describe -- right now, by contrast, he submits wholly to that truth.]

[icequeenly]

[ She can't help but feel relieved, not entirely selfishly admittedly. Of course she's relieved he's not in any significant amount of pain most of all. Yet at the back of her mind is the forever lingering sense that she can never have enough of him.

She lets her eyes go half lidded as his hands move beneath her clothing, his touch on her skin bringing instant satisfaction but so much desire for more. ]

I would have understood if you were in too much pain.

[ She kisses him again then, soft, soothing but with an undeniable heat and hunger to it. The redhead murmurs against his lips, ]

However... I would have had to think about you later tonight...

[ While alone. In bed. She lets the implication hang between them, a smile on her lips before a soft moan as she presses herself against him again. The soft grind of herself against him through their clothes as they kiss making her shudder with pleasure. ]

[izanagis]

[Having her in his lap like this, kissing him so deeply, shuddering and warm against him, does nothing but solidify Yu's desire, reverberating through him like a feedback loop. Heat prickles across his skin in the most pleasurable way as his palms smooth over her sides to her back, searching for a clasp to undo.

It's the words she whispers into the kiss that make him shiver and throb. A soft sound of pleasure rumbles in his throat. The image of her, thinking of him... if he wasn't already sitting, he would have gone weak in the knees from the thought of it.]

Tell me, [he whispers against her lips, his voice pitched low,] tell me what you'd be doing if you were all alone.

[As if he couldn't already guess. As if he wouldn't be doing something very similar. But the idea of hearing it in her voice, spoken by her gorgeous lips, sits as a warm desire in his chest as he kisses her.]

[icequeenly]

[ He finds the clasp of her bra and she's all too happy to assist with its removal, already unbuttoning her blouse herself, both articles of clothing all too hastily dismissed and tossed somewhere to one side on his bed.

She can't tell if it's the sudden exposure of her bare breasts or Yu's request that makes her shiver more but shiver she does, imagining it. Her reply is softly worded, finding herself a little breathless as she imagines it. ]

I would be touching myself... Imagining my hands are your hands...

[ It takes her a moment to briefly contemplate what she plans to do - for him. She always has him feeling bolder, more alive to what she wants, her desires, less afraid to show them. She sits up, one of her hands moving to her front, to where her skirt has already ridden up her thighs where she's straddling him. She exhales softly as she trails a hand beneath the material, slowly, her fingertips ghosting up one thigh until she can feel the silk fabric of her underwear. She doesn't take her eyes often him as she does this, a hushed question on her lips, ]

...What if I showed you...?

[ So she might be thinking of trying to drive him a little crazy... What of it? ]

[izanagis]

[For a moment, the only sound is the soft rustling of fabric as she removes her shirt along with her bra, casting them both aside. Even when she speaks, Yu is quiet, his breath slow and soft, as if he doesn't want to listen to anything but the sound of her voice. He doesn't, actually; not when she's speaking like that, watching him as she does. For one truly breathtaking moment, he thinks he might actually go crazy if he doesn't touch her; his palms slide up to her chest, warmly cupping her breasts, squeezing gently.

Straddling him the way she is, she might feel his reaction to that question in his trousers before he has a chance to respond with words.

He's already hard, straining against the zipper, but like hell is he going to allow her to pause this display even for a second. He can deal with it. Slow and a little numb, he nods, sounding breathless when he finally responds, dampening his lips with his tongue.]

Please, [comes out like a whisper, awed and desirous.] Show me. I want to watch you.

[icequeenly]

[ She lets out a soft exhale of breath at his request, a gentle shiver as she teases herself through the fabric of her underwear. She can feel his reaction, how hard he is beneath her at the sight of her - it makes her want to give him more to get worked up about. There is a soft rustle as Mitsuru shifts a little in his lap, fingers finally moving beneath the hemline of her panties to stroke slowly at her outer folds. Her face is more than a little flushed at the realisation of what she's doing, what kind of a display she's putting on yet she remains focused and undaunted. ]

I'd want you to tease me a little at first... like this.

[ Her fingers remain where they are, light touches, but starting to trail upwards towards her clit, a little more with each movement. She moans softly when her index finger eventually finds that sensitive bud, trailing in slow, almost lazy like circles whilst she maintains eye contact with Yu. It feels good, unusually shameless... Perhaps that's the appeal? As is his reaction, the way he's watching her with undivided attention. It makes her feel hotter, a heat descending upon her that is impossible to ignore. ]