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( from here. )

Ohhh... [ He nods, the lack of astonishment showcasing the familiarity of their conversations; Nei job is regularly requires her to hurry into danger, and despite the desire to nag at times evident Mei does his best to settle. It is normal for teenage girls to go out and start hunting demons and all that. ]

Have you ever done that kind of stuff before? Like the whole haunted house thing... I'm pretty sure we had rumors spreading like that back in my day, but that group just ended up getting caught by our gym teacher.

[ When they come to a red light he begins to draw the sweet bread from it's bag, lips curled into a grin. ]

What did you end up getting for yourself?

( it's normal for this teenaged girl to go hunting, of course. there's another, a boy a year younger, but she's obviously waaaaay better.

at the question, she thinks to a ruined, familiar old home for half a beat, then: )

Not really. ( like, first of all, with what friends...... ) It kind of defeats the purpose if someone like me goes to a test of courage, no?

( but eyes are on him now, then the light. you bet your ass she's making sure he's paying attention. he can have that snack. for now. )

I didn't. I only really went there for you. I didn't really want to have anything too heavy before dinner.

For some reason ( 'for some reason'. ) I had this feeling that since you've been freed from your chores, you might start drinking or something. I am not cleaning up after you if you get sick, so I at least wanted you have some kinda food before that.

( because she's kind! and considerate! )

I think even if you’re not the type to get scared it’s stil fun. [ ALSO… FRIENDS… SOMEONE GET HER FRIENDS SO SHE’S NOT HANGING OUT WITH MIDDLE-AGED MEN. ]

… It is close to dinner time, huh. [ He takes a quick bite and chews, hand on the wheel as the light turns green. Keeping his eyes on the road he swallows the bread before speaking again: ] Haha, I might head out tonight — but maybe I should just relax and drink at home. It won’t be too hard getting back to my apartment, at least.

[ Because the problem isn’t him getting sick. He hardly ever gets sick.

The issue is if he starts wandering around. ]

And I wouldn’t get sick after having a cute girl clean up for me. It’d just make all your hard work go to waste.

( stop she doesn't want them!!!!!! she's got shit to do!!!! )

To trespass and wander in the dark? I'm good.

( she's not some delinquent, ok. she has established this. she is also kinda lowkey scared of haunted houses funnily enough but she's NOT talking about that. )

I'll lock up behind myself if you decide to head out. I'll probably use the time to write my report while I wait for your laundry anyway. Just don't call me at some crazy hour because you got lost or something.

( she gets so little sleep as it is... finding him to scruff his ass and throw him in a cab is Not part of what she signed up for! )

And! Even if the person who helped you wasn't as cute as me, you shouldn't waste their efforts!

( :/ this is also not the praise she was waiting for but she will take this appeasement for now. )

[ Hey not all delinquents try trespassing schools… some just get a lot of piercings. ]

Sure, but I think you’re the last person I’d call if I was drunk and needed a way home. [ Because Mei would like to describe himself as a reasonably honest man; he knows how he is when he’s drunk because he lives with the consequences soon after, he doesn’t need to drag her into any of that. ]

So if I had a little ugly dust monster scurrying around my apartment I should praise it and not call you? Got it.

[ He’s teasing. ]

( hey? excuse him? delinquent motherfucker? )

I haven't forgotten that I'm still owed a few!

( yeah it went from one to more. interest rate and all that. he should've paid his dues sooner. )

And you should be calling me in that instance! What if that monster of yours tries to eat you or something once it gets tired of passively scurrying around.

( she's taking it seriously anyway. :/ )

[ Yes! ]

Well if you’re not interested in a test of courage, how about one of patience? [ Coy. Nei has already failed that ten times by now, but who’s counting? ]

You make a good argument, though, ‘cause despite everything I’m not looking to die anytime soon. [ A pause, he’s taking another bite of his bread and chewing. There’s about half left that he slips back into the paper bag. ] I don’t even think I’d believe in any demons or monsters if I hadn’t met you. It’s still kinda weird.

[ He is literally Just a Guy.

But they’re approaching his apartment complex, something you’d expect from any single person living in the city. He pulls in his usual parking space and leans over to the back seat, retrieving his work case and laptop before exiting the car.

It’s only one flight of stairs before they’re on his floor and he unlocks the door for them, stepping aside to allow her in first. ]

Do you want me to brew some tea? A work friend gifted me a set and I haven’t used it.

( stop being so stingy. :/ )

I can be patient.

( of course she can. she can do whatever she wants. she just does not see a reason for it in this moment!

well, whatever, she only really has one comment about that as they make their exit and head on in. )

One of our purposes has always been to make sure it doesn't get to the point of being a problem that the public becomes aware of it. That people don't believe in that stuff means we're doing well.

( and, of course, she does look rather proud of herself with that fact. an air she'll carry as she waltzes on in, setting her shoes aside neatly before she detaches the swords off her waist by the belt. after carefully setting those out, she's going to stand in the middle of the living area with her hands on her hips like she's surveying and trying to map out where she's going to start first. )

Only if you're having any. ( like, ) You didn't exactly invite me over for a tea party?

( she has his chores to do! )

Edited (oops i forgor) 2025-01-08 18:40 (UTC)

[ Closing the door behind him he carefully unlaces and steps out of his shoes, toeing them in place before walking into the small living room. It’s relatively clean with the only exception being a few dress shirts laid across the floor, days of him rushing in the morning or at night tossing them without a second thought.

At least there are no empty beer cans this time! ]

You don’t have to oversee everything as a job, Nei-chan… the cleaning part, sure, but having tea with an old man isn’t.

[ He places his bag down on the circular table in the middle of the room currently collecting various envelopes and business cards. ]

I can finish up a couple invoices and then get to making it, so you can at least drink it while doing that report you mentioned.

( it's too late she's already gathering things in her arms. the lack of beer cans has been noted though. good job! )

Mm. ( she's thinking about it.. ) Okay then.

And call me 'Nei'!

( ... is she saying this from an entirely different room? yeah. she's trying to find the rest of the shed trail of clothes. )

Not that I really care, but the guy that calls me Nei Baby is kind of annoying.

( <- girl who uses 'boku' when referring to herself, )

[ It's all going to be focused in small piles towards the bathroom, where the washer and dryer unit are nestled across the counter. ]

Are you lumping me together with another guy? [ Mei then proceeds to sit at the living room table, crossing his legs as he retrieves his laptop. ] But if that's what you want, I won't argue.

[ There's a second of realization, however, that despite still performing he's not at work, to which he tugs his tie loose from his neck. It's time to... relax!! (for him) ]

Nei Baby... is that how people try flirting these days? You gotta make sure to tell off guys like that.

( now that she has her piles, she's sorting through them.. gotta keep the lights separate from the darks and whites! that part doesn't take long. she's already out after shoving the first load in. whatever work clothes he's got on now will be a him problem for later. )

Why are you getting huffy about that anyway? ( she would also rather be dead than get caught in tatsuomi's apartment, thanks. there's a difference! she just doesn't care to explain.. ) They're both cutesy nicknames, and I already know I'm cute! Besides, it feels a little childish to be called that?

( annnd hello! now she's in the kitchen like the little busy bee that she is. dishes was the other thing.. )

I wouldn't know, ( please. she would not know what rizz is if it bit her. ) but he does the same thing to every girl he sees. Of course I tell him off.

Edited 2025-01-10 01:33 (UTC)

[ Laptop on, Mei stares at the screen with nonchalance; his expression becoming stoic. Softly tapping his fingers against the keyboard as he overhears the hurried steps of Busy Bee Nei Baby in the background. ]

I'm not huffy. [ He's a little huffy? Don't link him to a pervert... ]

The actress I manage introduces me as Mei-chan. [ Not an argument, but he's making a point... cute nicknames follow you forever.

With a nod his eyes focuses on a spreadsheet of nonsense, the following leaving his lips without hesitation: ]

Good girl, and don't be afraid to hit 'im.

Don't pout.

( she can hear it through the rush of water and the clink of utensil and glass. it's a bit funny though..

but the point is taken into consideration. jury will be back in 15 with a verdict. for now, she remains stubbornly in her stance that she can be admired as cute without being belittled.

there's a solid moment where she doesn't say anything after that, suddenly quiet in the kitchen save for the running of water.

?

until that, too, stops, and out she comes to stand expectantly at the doorway while drying off her hands with a dish towel.

of course she's good. that's also a given, but she's going to preen about it anyway! and gee! this better not awaken anything in her! )

That can't be all you've got to say.

( ? where's the rest? )

[ The silence does nothing to stir any concern, if anything he would have fallen quiet on his own in the dire effort of completing his work. Just enough that he can breathe with a sigh of relief and finally relax; Mei treasured his days off, the last thing he wants is an inconvenient phone call.

He pinches the bridge of his nose, removing his glasses and placing them on the table as he sends his final email. A sigh escaping his lips, he leans back onto the palm of one hand as he quietly settles into officially being off of work. ]

… Huh? [ Confused, he blinks twice. ] What else is there to say? I’m pretty sure you can take any flirt in a fight…

[ THAT’S CLEARLY… NOT WHAT SHE’S TALKING ABOUT. ]

( that dish towel she was holding? she wants to ball it up and toss it at him really badly. like, his glasses have even been set aside? so she'll feel less bad about hitting a guy with glasses. )

Well, obviously!

( but the fight would be so unfair that she'd consider it bullying and a misconduct, so she's tossing the dish towel back towards the empty sink instead.

then squint at him from where she's standing with her arms crossed. seriously. )

I'm talking about the rest of the praise you still owe me??

( stingy!! do better! she even waited so patiently until then!!! )

[ If only Mei was oblivious, unfortunately he does act the part by giving Nei a quizzical look. Canting his head just slightly despite being so aware of what she meant — not that it takes much.

She tells him exactly what she wants and he holds it just beyond her reach because, despite his meek appearance, teasing her comes easy. And it’s fun.

Mei gets to his feet, chuckling lightly. ] That wasn’t enough? [ He knows it’s not, coyly towering over her. ] You really gotta learn to be more patient.

[ He then lifts his arm and lightly pats her head. It’s brief as he drops his hand after walking past her and to the kitchen. ] But I’m sure that won’t take long. There’s not a day that passes where you’re not a better version of yourself.

A bad guy like me is always impressed by such a good girl like you, Nei.

( her gaze only narrows further when he draws near enough to lord his height over her, even going as far as patting the top of her head before waltzing right on along deeper into the kitchen.

was that not proof enough of her patience? it should be. he got to get away with that without a broken bone. the human hand has many, and they're all fairly small. he even offered it up all nice.

her eyes will remain trained on him though, silvered tongue and temporarily placated ego or not. )

You could use some better habits.

( ones that don't involve being a teasing dick, maybe. has he considered that.. )

Like.. this is the worst showing of 'impressed' I've ever seen? A good girl like me deserves better than that.

[ In the kitchen he finds a small kettle with a short hum, retrieving a bottle of water from the fridge. Without turning to her he quirks a brow, lips turned up into a half smile. ]

Yeah, I plan on quitting —

[ — drinking, he doesn’t finish.

There’s a brief pause as Mei fills the kettle with water before placing it on the stove. He considers what to say; carefully constructing a string of words that would likely just prod and annoy at Nei even more, despite her transparency. ]

Then why don’t you give me an example?

[ She can take the lead? If she wants to? This is a slutty, slutty man. ]

( and a masochist apparently!! to deliberately push her buttons even now? textpost that is like 'babygirl stop flirting with me i am fantasizing about crucifying you'. all while making tea so serenely.

her response is immediate: a scoff, )

Give me something to be impressed by and I will!

( it really is just that simple. at the end of the day, she's an honest gal despite the stubbornness and sharp tongue.

not that she looks like she's got any faith that he can manage it, which definitely has nothing to do with the fact that her standards are absurd? and the fact that she's a little spiteful? )

[ He is, actually! There’s canon proof and he may have a high pain tolerance it’s insane. ]

You’re so funny. I’m sorry for being so disappointing. [ His tone is light and airy, a man clearly not taking their conversation too seriously. His attention fixed on the stove as it warms up the kettle. ] Sit down and do your report, I’ll finish up making tea…

[ It’s not demanding, a simple request as his lips remain poised in a smile that never reaches his eyes. ]

And give it some thought: tell me how you want me to praise you and I’ll do whatever you want. But nothing crazy, I’m not trying to embarrass myself.

( oh. i see.....! of course he is! )

?

( she'll go back to the living room and drop her weight onto the couch to sit since it's better than just staring at his back getting angry, but like, what's with that offer? )

What are the limits then?

( her phone is back in her hands so she can start that preliminary draft. just jotting down details of the job before it gets lost.. )

You seem real confident that I wouldn't take you for what you've got. So. Draw the line.

Hmm…

[ He places a hand to his hip, leaning his weight onto one leg. ]

I’m not going to for pay anything and you’re not allowed to borrow what’s mine… [ He’s not really putting much thought into it. What is she gonna have him do? Fund her vacation? Buy her makeup?? Make her a bagel??? ]

I only think it’s better because do you really just want me to say something like wow… you’re the only I know who can make bowls this spotless!

( yeah fund the vacation she never takes.

but also ?? )

I'm not after your wallet. You would've lost it already if I was. ( JUST saying. anyway. ) The condition that I can't borrow your stuff does make me curious as to why, though. Not that I would..

( a thoughtful hum. she'll continue to think about it then while she works on putting more words on her report. he's right. just hearing that would be a little lackluster but, sometimes that's just the best people can do! )

Come dote on me then.

( :/ people are allowed. but only if she asks! )

[ The fact that she could easily rob him is a little off putting. (considering he’s offered to buy her stuff and she rejected it only to later get him food instead which is, in my opinion, hilarious)

In the meantime the kettle begins to hiss as the water boils, setting it aside as he takes two mugs out from his cupboard. ]

… [ What she demands earns silence, pressing a thumb between his brows as he realizes that maybe, just maybe, he shouldn’t give the teenage girl free reign to decide how she wants to be rewarded. But she’s proven that she doesn’t like older men? This isn’t perverse or a situation that’s likely going to land him in trouble… so everything should be fine! ] Okay.

[ If anything he’ll just kill himself at her feet.

He returns to the living room with two warm mugs of green tea, setting it on the table. ]

That’s exactly what you want? Just so we’re clear, this is a service where you can’t receive any refunds and all complaints are immediately tossed.

( to prove a point! it's important that he understands that she's perfectly fine on her own. a powerplay, even.

also yeah... it's funny. )

Yup. That's what I want. You'd think by now you'd learn that I don't make threats. I'm an honest girl, you know?

( take the lead right. bet. sorry mei. but maybe he shouldn't have called her a good girl.

but yeah, now he knows not to ever call her on a bluff because she never bluffs. should've drawn a better line when she asked! little life lessons. he's welcome.

she'll be taking one of those mugs though, lifting it with both hands as she leans back on the couch, daintily taking a sip as if she didn't just throw this man into a whole crisis and a half. )

Why, regretting your choice? You can back out if you want.

( would she think he's a pussy if he did? probably. )

[ nei your kinks ]

I’m just making sure. [ Mei is not one to hesitate — he’s worse when he’s drunk, invading boundaries and doing as he pleases, but when he’s sober every action is done deliberately after assurance. She’s made her decision, she’s not falling back, and while he’s not surprised he knows that their expectations of doting on another person are vastly different.

Or so he assumes. ]

Because I think our definition of doting don’t exactly align… but I’ll try my best for the cutest girl. [ A pause. ] Just put your cup down first.

[ He does NOT want her throwing hot tea on him. ]

( praise kink (savage) )

But I just got it.

( he's the one that brought the tea here to begin with! he has such little faith in her ability to not enact feats of violence and harm...

.. well, whatever. she'll take one last sip of it before setting the mug back down carefully. this has nothing to do with the fact that he's declared that she's the cutest, obviously. she needs her hands anyway? typing on her phone with only one is really awkward and as she said: she has a report to put together. )

So many demands.

( says her.. )

What, then? Need me to move?

[ He gives her a quick once over, hands placed on his hips -- another act -- before shaking his head. He then quips: ]

No. I think you're perfect where you are, but lemme see...

[ Mei then squats down, the top of his head just eye level to her as he places both hands on the couch. Just a mere breath from her thighs as he looks up at her with a smile that is both gentle yet mischievous. ] Yeah, that's what I thought... even here the view of you is perfect.

[ With one hand he reaches out and confidently grazes the back of his fingers against her shoulder, following the curve just halfway to her neck before he stops. ]

How am I so lucky? The world's prettiest girl is right here in front of me, and she wants me to dote on her? [ It's questioned like a warning; head tilting to give her a better look at the beauty mark on his throat. ] Nei, [ His thumb and forefinger cradle her chin, directing her attention to him. ] you should be more careful.

[ He leans closer, his voice just above a whisper. ]

'Cause at this point it just makes me want to kiss you.

( it's not even that nei doesn't know she's pretty. she does. perhaps a little too much, even. but this is.. different.

she's realizing now that she's never been the sole focus of someone's attention before. not like this, anyway. not with how he's looking at her. that's all she's thinking about as he lowers himself to the point where she has to look down at him a little, her eyes trained onto him as if she might lose sight of him if she doesn't.

how dangerous. he just knows how to play into her ego, doesn't he.

but there's never really a point where she feels threatened. cornered, maybe, with how carefully he's set his hands to frame her thighs with such purpose - ones that she's unconsciously pressed together as he just keeps going. he's even audacious enough to lay hands on her.

he's warm, she notes. and being the subject of someone's singular focus and lavishing is rather nice..

the warning reads less like a threat than it is a challenge when she is as prideful as she is, so maybe he shouldn't bare his throat to a girl like her? she might just take it as invitation to sink her teeth in.

then he gently takes her by the chin to redirect her focus. she probably doesn't even realize that her lips parted just that slightest bit before she even had the intent to quip back. she just really had to figure out how to string words together for a moment there? )

I don't know if you're that lucky.

( though her phone has slid off her lap some time ago, her hand reaching for the loosened tie to wind it around her fingers instead to pull it taut.

straight down, but only just a little. he'd just been lording his height over her, after all. )

I do like this view better though.

[ Mei is as confident as he irresponsible, but he does at least try to give Nei a chance to pull back as they stand at the line between them. Any reasonable man would make better boundaries — be a better adult — and praise the young girl without the added tension.

His gaze is pulled away briefly when she tugs on his tie, sucking in a breath of surprise. He exhales, followed by a laugh that has him resting his forehead briefly against her knee. ]

‘Cause you don’t gotta crane your neck?

[ It’s not an honest question, just Mei acting coy as he tips his chin and leaves a gentle kiss against her knee. He presses his cheek against her thigh, looking up at her almost expectantly. ]

So I should just get on my knees whenever you want praise? That’s naughty.

( and still he tests her, huh. )

I still have to, though.

( but the direction obviously matters.

his breath tickles when he laughs, the warmth of it fanning over what little of her thighs are bared between the panel of her dress and the cut of her shorts. she doesn't fuss much when he presses a kiss to her knee instead, but it does make her shift in her seat a little.

now that he's resting against her like that, she supposes she can let go of the tie now before she ruins it entirely. it seems like he's made himself comfortable anyway.

the expectant look has her tilting her head a little in wonder, but she's not going to ask for clarification. she'll simply assume that what he wants of her is to run her fingers through the short crop of his hair, brushing it back some as though she were doting on a stray hound.

but that brings her to her next point. )

Why, don't think your knees can handle it at your age?

( maybe if he were less.. like that, she'd be nicer, but alas! )

Edited 2025-01-13 05:01 (UTC)

[ Always. ]

I'm still young. It's not like you get to my age and suddenly any amount of cardio is gonna take you out. [ He breathes softly against the skin of her thighs, chuckling lightly. It's tempting to ease himself into a quick nap now that he's rested on her lap, but there's a stirring sensation that withholds him; too intimate. Mei only allows this tenderness for a moment longer before he's pulling back. ]

But you should really watch yourself about all this praise stuff.

[ His tone is relaxed, a bit of a drawl between words, but remains just a hint stern.

Mei should never be the person to lecture anyone, but this is out of genuine concern. ]

I really ain't that great of a guy... for a second there I was gonna start treatin' you like I would a lady I'd take home.

[ LIKE SHE'S????? NOT????? He's stupid. ]

( he doesn't look like the kinda guy that has enough time for cardio? desk jobs would kill her.

he pulls away and there's temptation there to let that hand of hers grab a proper fistful of his hair.. but! she's got pretty okay impulse control, lucky for him. the warmth will be missed, but she's not about to linger too long on that.

he drawls on, and finally she lets herself sit back on the plush of the couch before crossing her legs, head tilted, eyes just a touch narrow. )

Aren't I?

( huffs. what, is she not a lady?

the worry is unfounded, as far as she's concerned. it's not the first she's been asked to be more careful, but like he said - she can handle herself. )

I don't follow everyone who says nice things about me to their houses. Too many places to be otherwise.

( then, a thoughtful pause, as if mulling over something as her eyes fall to the beauty mark on his neck. for no real reason, probably. but she might as well clarify since that seems like an inevitable question anyway. )

Just the ones I like the attention of, or whose opinions I value. That's not exactly a lot of people.

( she shouldn't admire that work ethic of his, but she does! he definitely has more of a separation between work and play than she does though. )

And the amount of people I allow to touch me is even less.

( does he really think she'd be so passive about something she has a distaste for? come on now. )

[ He gets his steps in running after his talents --

Mei looks away dismissively, lips pressed into a frown. ]

It's a bit different? [ Obviously, he's being vague; the women he brings into his home are often relationships that are unceremoniously brief and casual. The last thing he wants is for her to be wrapped in his playboy lifestyle -- hidden behind his mask of professionalism, doing his best (albeit poorly) to keep the demand of his vices at bay.

But that's probably too late, isn't it?

Mei brings a hand to his face, suddenly bashful, as her unrelenting honesty has him both enamored and embarrassed. ] Haa, I'm really pathetic... having someone this much younger than me say all of that with so much confidence? [ He feels important? But that can't be right. Everything in his life has always been so transactional.

So maybe this isn't so different.

With his free hand he places it on her knee, slowly dragging it upward to her thigh. Face unhidden, he sits comfortably on his knees as he looks at her with sharp eyes. ]

You know... it's good to relieve a bit of stress through physical touch, have you ever tried?

( and his problems * )

Is it?

( maybe. it's not like she'd know what he does behind closed doors with said women or all the entanglements (or therefore lack of) behind all that. he'd know better than she would.

but she just watches for a moment, curious. he was being so bold earlier, so it's a little strange to see him suddenly get shy over something like that. not that it's a bad thing - she just didn't think that a bit of honesty was going to do all that?

then she feels his hand on her thigh and suddenly it doesn't really matter. she barely even registers the question, but when she does? her laugh is soft, more a huff than anything proper. before she answers that though, she'll go on ahead and curl her fingers around that same wrist and guide it up just a bit more to hike up that dress of hers. there's probably good reason for that other than the fact that she's relishing in the touch, which will become apparent in a moment. )

The last time I relieved stress physically, I almost killed the guy.

( but she looks so sweet saying it? like she's trying to prove a point. and here, she'll even uncross her legs for him as she sinks her nails in, humming. )

Sparring, of course. ( what else would it be? ) .. But no, not in the way you're thinking, probably.

Unless you're counting myself?

( she's only human, after all. )

It is, because you're like a precious kouhai.

[ Not that Nei really needs him to be that good influence.

Half of him wishes that he did, but the other half -- the half that overwhelms him -- doesn't flinch with indulging her a little. Even it means risking everything he's made for himself just for a moment of selfishness, pushing that final boundary between them aside.

Her nails dig into his skin and she doesn't flinch. Rather, a longing sigh leaves between his lips as his palm warms the skin of her thigh. It's more tempting than a kiss, more dangerous than the thought of putting his life at risk. Nei could almost take his life and he thinks the rush would calm the insatiable hunger Mei hides. ]

Yeah. You tried at least once, right?

[ Nei doesn't seem the type to mess around? It makes him feel even worse -- it lures him in.

Mei finds no reason to hesitate anymore, both hands now roaming up the skirt of her dress. Her skin is soft, his heart skips a beat, and as he looks to her half-lidded eyes his hands find the curve of her hips. ] Nei, [ He pulls her forward, her knees now pressed against his chest. ] spread your legs. I wanna touch you.

( it's really only now does her breath catch in her throat, his touch warm over the curve of her thighs, and a trail lingers in his wake as if her skin's caught flame beneath his fingers. it's something she can't help but marvel at for a moment considering she's never had anyone's hands on her like that before.

the attention is dizzying, almost overwhelmingly so for a girl that lives like she depends on it to breathe. everything he's doing is only solidifying the idea that it's her that he wants in this moment and nothing else, an arrangement in which she has absolutely no complaints. if anything, she might be in trouble. what if she ends up liking it just a little too much? what is she to do then?

she doesn't even mind that he's pulled her closer to the edge, but she can't help the slight baring of fangs the moment he makes his demand. she remains as prideful as ever despite the fluster across her skin; despite the fact that she's inching her knees further apart anyway just to accommodate him better. even her snarl lacks is usual bite, a little softer around the edges as if breathless. )

Don't tell me what to do.

( in fact, she's going to reach up for him. her fingers once again carding through the slightly tussled hair, sinking in until she's found proper purchase within them to slowly but surely grab a firm hold of it. it makes her feel steadier anyway, and he doesn't seem to mind the bit of rougher handling, so it all works out. )

You're already touching me, first of all.

( it's not as if his hands have left her since crossing that line. there's a complaint she wants to make anyway, so she will! )

And what happened to wanting to kiss me?

( okay, so maybe it hasn't left her mind. what of it. )

[ It's a question both of them should ask -- would enjoying this singular moment bring them back for more? A part of him wants to pull back, putting a stop to this game of push and pull, but it is obviously pushed aside. Mei would much rather feign ignorance when their relationship inevitably shifts than acknowledge it in full, so he may as well have some fun.

He lifts his chin, neck curving forward when she pulls at his hair. There's a slight tinge of pain that starts at the base of his skull and passes through every nerve in a quick wave of euphoria. Pooling at his stomach and forcing his blood to run hot with desire as he finally gives her a smile baring teeth, eyes half-lidded. ]

Should I only follow your demands? [ It's an honest question; giving her the chance to have control. ] Sorry -- I'm being selfish.

[ She probably won't like it, but he deliberately pulls his hands away, placing them on either side of her thighs against the couch. There's an ache that sends a pang of shame down his spine in realizing that the want to touch her is quickly developing into a need.

Mei props himself up on his knees, now at eye level. Maybe it's their difference in height, but it's only now that he's so close that he notices features left ignored; the length of her eyelashes being the first to draw him in. He fixates on her eyes, as if giving her a last chance to push him away as he leans in and only shutting his own once they're just a breath away. Gentle, teasingly, he only just grazes their lips together before a second of impatience passes and Mei closes the remaining distance with a firm kiss. ]

( whatever the case may be, she'll think about it later. it's not as if she has the words to ask right now anyway, her mind set on this new pursuit in that same way she does everything else.

he asks that, and she makes to say as if that were obvious. but then he removes his hands off of her again to lean up on his knees, and she flits between a complaint to something more akin to quiet surprise the moment he locks gazes with her.

it's not as if she's blind, the man is objectively pretty even without the silver tongue and the bias of knowing him before all this. so it's not something she's never noticed before, but more something she feels she couldn't afford to linger too long on more than the passing thought.

the shift is interesting, though. the side of him that she doesn't really see all that often and probably for good reason. if she'd met him like this first, this interaction would have ended before it even began. simple as that.

and even now he seeks to test her patience, but this time it's entwined with a nervousness in the pit of her stomach that only gets worse the longer he drags on, unexpectedly so for someone so brash otherwise. but he's clearly experienced, and there's nothing she hates more than falling short at anything. what if -

the initial touch is barely even enough to get any of her lip balm on his, and still it stops her breath right where it is.

it's not until he lays claim to the rest of the space between them does she remember herself, but it's too late to stop the soft little noise she makes that gets muffled into the kiss. although it is a good thing she's hardly ever been a passive girl, because it's all it takes for her hands the come properly around his shoulders to keep him there, perhaps a little too needily so. she even tilts her head a bit to ease into him properly, lips parting with a sigh.

no wonder it's something he chases often. )

[ Mei is at least adaptable despite being on his worst behavior. He knows better than to come in aggressive and hungry, the pace he'd take with anyone that was just looking for a quick rouse of fun; assuming that it isn't what Nei wants. Even if melding their mouths together encourages him to be greedy --

It gets worse when he feels the weight of her arms around his shoulders. It brings the sensation of being wanted -- needed -- by someone else that makes him abandon all restraints. A hand moves to cradle the curve of her neck, tracing her jawline and cupping her cheek as the other rests against the pillows of the couch to anchor him. Mei lulls forward, head tilting as he continues to press kisses on her lips just as she sighs into his mouth.

There's a brief moment where he forces their lips apart, where he so naturally was just a second away from parting her lips with his tongue, pulling away. There's a needed breath of air, lust hazing over his eyes as his heart pitters in his chest with excitement. ]

More? [ Like it isn't obvious, but he has to ask? ] Maybe we should lie down, too...

[ so his old man knees don't hurt later ]

( it's a touch she leans into before she thinks about it, stayed by the hand she's growing increasingly fond of as he leaves her breathless with every kiss. as thankful she is for the break before she grows dizzy, there's still a part of her that wants to chase when he pulls away - and sort of does, until he says something.

with lips parted and skin flushed a proper pink, she takes a moment of pause to figure out what it is he's asking - he keeps posing her questions he knows the answer to, which she slowly, ever slowly, realizes is a show of consideration in case she's hesitating. he has asked her at every turn if she's sure, as if she'd still be here if she wasn't. it makes her laugh, a soft and rare thing. )

Mm, yeah.

( so she'll free him, she supposes, slowly unwinding her arms to gently nudge him away with two fingers against his forehead. )

You're in my way, ( not that she minds him being where he is, but she does need her legs to readjust, or move elsewhere. ) unless you want to be thrown on the couch.

( she does look like she's thinking about it... )

[ Better for them both that she doesn't pull him back, because any signs of desperation would have him vigorously willing to please. Mei so desperately wants to separate work from play, but when he's tasked with something he will see it through -- in this very moment it's ensuring that Nei is showered in affection.

Mei leans back, giving her space, exhaling before he brings the back of his hand up to bite back a fit of laughter. What's sad is that it's entirely possible that she could just throw him around, and he won't deny that it's both appealing and hilarious to think about. ]

You could do just about whatever you wanted to me. [ He says in confidence, his expression softening; earnest.

Taking her legs into both hands he'll encourage her to move, guiding her legs so that she can lay comfortably along the couch. He won't fight her, really, and she's free to move and position herself as she pleases. ] You can throw me around, kick me, bite, scratch... but just make sure if you leave any marks it's somewhere I can hide.

( she doesn't mind. she might question why he thinks she needs the help with something like this, but she's dismissing it as an excuse to keep his hands on her, which she's not going to complain about, so..

swinging her legs up on the couch is easy enough now that she's not in danger of hitting him. as she settles in, she keeps one knee bent and one relatively flat on the upholstery so she can better guide him over in turn to let him take his precious spot between them. not that it'll take much convincing but, maybe she just wants an excuse not to be entirely rid of his warmth either.

she considers the offer he so casually makes, then: )

I think you're the one that has to be more careful about the things he says.

( she was gentle about letting him settle above her, a spot she's still debating if she'll let him keep, but then her fingers curl into the white of his button up to yank him back down to her like she's trying to prove a point.

it makes the way she hooks her heel over the back of his thigh almost sweet even with the way it digs in. she's at least let go of his dress shirt, smoothing the wrinkles made over with her palms like a silent apology. )

Don't break skin. ( her first real line drawn in the sand. the next bit comes a bit quieter, lower, as she tucks herself beneath his jaw with a nuzzle. ) But don't treat me like I'm going to break either just because I've never done this before.

( if it sounds anything mildly like a threat.. well, that's because it is. )

You think of me like your sweet, darling kouhai? Then guide me.

[ Mei likes to help -- at least when he's sober, but right now it seems more like an excuse than anything else. And it doesn't help that his hands are starting to grow cold and needy, wanting the touch of her skin to warm his palms.

He brings a hand up to his loosened tie, releasing it from it's loop, the other casually positioned beside her head as he kneels between her thighs. In this position he feels as if he's sinking further, unable to help himself, tempted by her lips and the words the leave them. Akin to a threat, it ignites a similar recklessness that chases him after every shot of alcohol. ]

Should I? [ He's not surprised when she pulls him down, but it takes him a second to register her clinging to him like this. Nei always gave off the impression that she would be the type, but it's completely different now that he's both validated and indulging in it. ] Would you prove it?

[ Nei's undoubtedly strong and could absolutely take him down, but he's not really looking for her to fight him.

He takes her hand, guiding up from his chest and to his neck. ] I wouldn't do that. [ He adds, leaning in to press chaste kiss to her cheek. Peppering them down her jaw with heated breath. ] Right. Once I start it's kinda hard to stop... but I'm sure my girl can keep up, right?

[ My girl. Don't think too much about it. He just says shit.

But before she comments he turns his head, chasing the high to her lips with a deep kiss. Adrenaline coursing through his veins as he parts his mouth, encouraging her to breathe while taking the opportunity to push his tongue from between his lips; searching for heat.

And since Nei has given him an inch, Mei intends to take the whole mile -- starting by placing a hand on her breast. It's a slow, gentle massage as he allows her to adjust to the feeling of his tongue invading her mouth. ]

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( that her hand is being guided back up is something she notes somewhere in the back of her mind. something he liked? as if her hand simply being on him isn't enough, which is fine. it only makes figuring out what works for him easier, as she does so love to please.

the kiss to her cheek tickles, but the one he lowers to her jaw makes her breath hitch and her knees press into his sides, fingers curling into the back of his neck as his breath fans across oversensitive skin.

there's plenty she could say here, plenty she wants to say, since it's not as if she's unused to the sport of talking back. the implication that she has something yet to prove, to keep up - then calling her his? my. he really is quite bold now that he's cast aside his layer of professionalism.

she doesn't hate the eagerness though. she did say she wanted to be doted on, and he's given his adoration and appreciation in spades. there's a heat in her belly that's getting incredibly hard to ignore; the thrill clawing in her chest far different than any she's experienced even as one who risks her neck every time she sets out for a job.

then she's drawn into another kiss, this time pressed on like he wants more of her somehow. a lead she follows, lips parting for him when urged to, whining right against him when his hand moves to toy with her through all her layers. it's not hard to feel her shiver when she's going to arch up into his palm the way that she is, urgent and needy in a way that only seems to get worse with every breath.

the press of his tongue only serves to encourage her to chase after a proper taste of him now that she's gotten like this, the grip on the back of his neck tightening some to keep him from pulling away too soon as she gives chase. she'll even be helpful, or make some attempt to be. he was removing his tie before he kissed her again, so she'll let the nails of her other hand drag down the line of his front to let it catch on a button or two, purposefully snagging on fabric to let the slowly building tension on the stitches act as her next threat.

it'll be the fastest way to be rid of it, if you ask her. it won't be hard for him at all to add the last bit of force to push those stitches past breaking point with how helpfully insistent she is about it, but he can work it off normally too, she supposes. to spare the ruin of one of his work shirts. it doesn't matter to her as long as it's gone. )

[ It's a quick transition from day to night, but admittedly Mei's work ethic isn't the best. Relationships get too personal, making the excuse that it's beneficial for his talent's well-being. What makes him appear so adjusted and well-adored is that he's so good at hiding it, just as he'll be keeping Nei; a secret.

If she decides to leave marks then he'll have to explain them with vague mentions of a rendezvous, and no one will be too surprised.

Mei feels her fingers tugging at the buttons of his shirt, feeling the cool air touch his chest with a shudder. He takes a moment to breathe, canting his head slightly to push their tongues together and melt into the heat of her mouth. The hand on her breast continuing to palm and grope at her to receive a response. Only stopping when he notices her attempt coming too close to tearing at the seams of his shirt -- and while he can get another one, that's still money he doesn't want to necessarily spend?

But, more importantly, as he's leaned so close and forced to be within her presence, Mei does notice something that throws him entirely off: her scent. Nei smells nice, in a way that it causes the calm of warmth settled in the pit of his stomach to be thrown several degrees higher. And while it's easy to remove a simple work shirt there's... a lot going on... with Nei's outfit... ]

Nei -- [ He pulls away with a little bit of effort, hands drawing back to himself to properly pull the buttons of his shirt and revealing a simple white one underneath. His voice is hoarse when coming up for air, keeping himself hovering over her and just within reach if she's greedy enough. ] You're like a cat, it's really cute.

[ Shouldering off the first layer he drops his hands down to her waist, squeezing his thumbs against her hips as he drags them downward. He's underneath her skirt a second later, fingers exploring her thighs before his fingers find the fabric of her underwear. They coil around it and tug, pulling them down just slightly to expose her. ]

But if you want me to strip down just say that.

[ It's neither a request or demand, simply a suggestion -- not that he'd ever be mad at her for her eagerness.

A single hand moves between her legs, fingers searching for heat as his index and middle slip into her folds. His thumb dragging to the hood of her clit, drawing circles to send a pleasure, hot and electric, through her nerves. ]

( it's curious. she could swear she can taste the sweetness of his treat from earlier on him, but she very well could just be overthinking it while she very much so is not in a state to be doing that. whatever the case may be, what she knows with certainty is that she wouldn't mind getting another try at it, if granted the chance.

there's also a part of her that's grateful that her mouth is otherwise occupied, because it's getting a little embarrassing hearing herself sound the way she does even muffled against him. every knead makes it worse, and her patience with the layers of fabric between is thinning by the second. his is a touch she's quickly learning that she both wants and fears would ruin her if she were to experience it directly.

she'll let go of his shirt when he pulls away to ease it off himself at least, head tilting a bit to one side as she watches him do just that with no small amount of interest. )

.. A cat?

( even now she still has it in her to squint up at him with that flicker of defiance. she's cute because she's her? not because she's akin to some domestic animal - )

That's..

( but then his hands are back on her, warming her sides and delighting in that squeeze before they dip back where they were prior.

only he doesn't stop there, emboldened to push further up her dress and tug at her panties just enough for a chill to draw a shiver out of her. she almost doesn't hear his suggestion with how she jerks with a bit of a yelp at the sudden shift in temperature, her hands reaching up and around to grab at the back of his shirt to pull him in and tuck herself beneath his chin as if it'll do anything to stave off the cold.

that snarl of hers doesn't have as much heat behind it as she wanted, frustrated in how she can't seem to help but roll her hips up to seek out the warmth of his hand despite herself. )

Isn't that a little unfair?

( he skipped over so many of her other accoutrements and got to such an intimate spot so readily! a feat she can't help but feel like was a little too easy to do? but such is the nature of wearing dresses and letting a man that knows exactly what he wants get this close.

and as if she knows exactly how much of a mess he's about to make of her, she tugs at his shirt to hike it up enough to slip her hands beneath, sinking her nails into his shoulders just as he works his fingers along the slick heat between her thighs.

she'll deny ever whimpering when the relief of being touched floods her in her entirety, nosing at his neck as she tries her utmost to readjust and shift beneath him to better angle her hips for him, pressing against that maddening thumb and squirming as if she truly intends to fuck herself with his fingers. she was already wet from everything leading up to this point, working her up to dripping won't take much when he's clearly dedicated to the cause.

what she buries and mouths against the base of his neck sounds suspiciously like his name stuttered, but she'll deny that too. )

[ She is undoubtedly cute on her own, but her likeness to a cat eager to strike it's claws while sinking into his embrace is too adorable. Her eagerness is similar to one, at least, nails dragging against fabric with eyes burning with desire for adoration; Nei is young and daring, and perhaps a little too familiar with risk to be put herself in such a position. It may be nothing like fighting monsters lusting for her blood, but she's still in dangerous territory --

Mei trains his eyes on her expression, presses his fingers delicately against such a sensitive area. Because even if she told him not to treat her like she's something fragile there's still that part of him that feels shame for indulging in this. Pleasure burns the back of his neck, heart still relatively calm.

Maybe he should have teased her some more, felt and grasp at curves of her body that (apparently) no one else has touched. But there's a level an intimacy with just taking his time that makes Mei instantly recoil at the idea, pushing closer but pulling back for her sake.

At least that's what he tells himself; cowardly. ]

You want me to play fair?

[ Mei's back flexes underneath the searing pain of her nails against his skin. It's a sensation that drives him forward, craning his neck and placing fleeting kisses against her ear and then her cheek. Breathing out a groan as it coaxes him further, a finger being driven into the heat of her pussy. Inch by inch, his index finger sinks until he's encircled by heat to the base. He draws his finger back slowly, easing her into the sensation as one arm moves to wrap around her waist to slot her against his body as close as possible in their position.

Breathing in he's enraptured by her scent once more, a shudder going down his spine and to the small of his back. ]

But how'll I fuck you if I can't bend a couple rules?

( every moment that passes just makes the cinch of her clothes feel that much more stifling. she really should have done away with the corset awhile ago, but it's not as if she gave that part much thought when her focus is drawn everywhere else. hubris, perhaps, on her end. she'd always been too confident for her own good to start.

vulnerable as it feels, dangerous as it might be - it feels good, so how bad could it really be?

especially when he presses even more kisses along her skin, leaning against him in a half-nuzzle as his breath tickles the sensitive spot there. it's not until she feels the press of his finger does she jerk, tensing from the touch and her breath growing more shallow at every inch.

it's different, far different compared to her own. he's unabashed about burying himself to the knuckle, for one, and he fills her in a different way than she can with her fingers. then he says that so bluntly while steadfastly working her cunt with his hand that she really shouldn't be blamed for imagining what it'd be like for his cock to stretch her insides instead. a thought that she admonishes herself for, feeling as if she shouldn't paint that image of him despite his declared intent.

and yet, she's rolling her hips up into his palm anyway, grinding insistently against him as she hisses. )

I meant your clothes, Mei.

( the one she thinks he's got far too much of when he's already gotten under her skirt and then some?

so, as shaky as she feels, she'll take it upon herself to rectify said problem, dragging the nails of her right hand down the flexed muscle of his back so she can slide it between them. it's a bit of an awkward angle with how snugly she's pressed against him, so he'll simply have to forgive the blind search for the clasp with her fingers, especially so when he's going to make it this hard to focus.

frustrated is perhaps putting how she feels now a bit lightly. the desire to reach for his hand instead to urge him along fingerfucking her to chase that high is something great and terrible, but she's doing her absolute best to keep steady and focus on her task instead before she gets too greedy for her own good.

not that she does too well in working off the clasp, the flare of her irritation is bleeding the rest of her patience dry. so perhaps the fact that she's palming his cock through the thick of his layers is meant to be a matter of pettiness for getting her this riled up so quickly, but also.. encouragement, maybe. she doesn't know. )

You can't fuck me with these on anyway?

( although the thought of him simply shoving them low enough to get at her is admittedly making her blood run hot. that he didn't even bother to pull her panties all the way off almost feels as if he couldn't wait any longer, and what girl wouldn't be flattered? )

[ Every breath and gasp is noted when she grinds down onto his palm, as is the way she grips onto him. She tenses and writhes underneath his touch that feels so unbecoming of her usual behavior, and yet it's exactly what encourages him to continue. Drawing his finger back and pushing a second inside, feeling the insides of her warm cunt stretch due to his intrusion; leisurely rubbing circles into her, body easing against her own.

Clothes. She's talking about clothes. He wants to laugh, because that sounds so undoubtedly her; Nei is honest and unhesitant even while she's clawing at his back in desire. He hisses out, every nerve suddenly so hyperaware of the fingers trying to make space between them so that she can touch him.

A satisfied hum, shortly followed by a short groan as he feels her hand against his cock. And though it may take him a moment to admit it, her question both flusters and rouses him -- because Mei would be perfectly content with displayed pretty along his couch as his fingers bring her to climax, but their bodies obviously expect more. But it only makes him more daring, more unseemly, than the corporate man she's more familiar with seeing. ]

Nei, [ Softly and sickly sweet, his voice drips out her name like honey. He slows down his tempo to a benignly slow pace, the hand around her waist dropping past the small of her back to grab a handful of her ass. ] you're sure about that? Wouldn't this be your first?

[ Like he's encouraging her with any other options. ]

... I'll need to go grab a condom.

[ THAT'S A LITTLE MORE IMPORTANT THAN GETTING NAKED. YEAH. ]

( he really needs to stop throwing questions her way if he's going to continue to toy with her? the fitting her with another one of his fingers whilst curling them in the way that he is definitely feels like she's being fucked with, and not in the ways they're working up to.

especially with how he's saying her name and continually feeling her up even while knuckles deep. the intent behind them makes something in her belly flutter, and now he's saying he has to go get something? )

You're really asking me that after working me up this much?

( not that she doubts that he could make her cum with his fingers. it'd be a hard thing to deny when she can hear how wet she's gotten with every press of his fingers.

and now he's saying he has to go somewhere? tsk. )

Can't it wait?

( she's not disregarding the need for one. logically, she knows he'll have to eventually. but right now? right now she's quite happy riding his fingers and the little circles he's drawing in her. he's the one that made it easier to indulge in them, what with how he's holding her up and all? taking that away and leaving her to the cold would be cruel, in her opinion. )

Just don't put it in yet.

( that one felt a little too bold, even for her. getting flustered now feels silly considering everything else, and yet.

here she is, working off the clasp of his trousers at long last as if it might distract away from it. she doesn't push them off his hips, at least. merely letting her fingers feel along the thinner fabric beneath and marvel at how hot he feels against her like this, just one flimsy layer away from touching skin. )

But.. I also want to make sure you feel good, too.

[ The adult should argue that no, actually… it can wait and she can lie there on the couch cold and wet. Maybe it would kill the mood, give them a chance to breathe and realize this was a kiss and few teasing words taken too far. But that would only make him a hypocrite now that he’s knuckle deep inside her and showed no patience to properly take her panties off.

He starts slow: peeling their bodies apart and allowing his grip to grow slack. Giving him room to think and Nei the opportunity and touch and tug at whatever she pleased. His fingers slide in and out of her cunt at a painstakingly slow pace, as to continue fucking her as she claws at the his belt with purpose.

His expression is a mix of arousal and impatience, as if to silently warn her. They’re just in the next room, but now that she’s teasing him there’s a warm blush that spreads across his cheeks. ] You don’t need to get in my pants to make me feel good. It’s not a bad place to start, though…

[ He pushes himself forward, settling on his knees and giving her a better view of his slacks loosely hanging against his hips. The curve of his erection evident against his briefs. ]

But you could just choke me.

( if he actually meant for them to slow down some, then he shouldn't keep stirring up her insides as deliberately as he is.

but as it is, she's struggling to keep her breath steady at every agonizing stroke of his fingers, her now thighs trembling despite every effort not to. she had to bite at her lip just to stifle a whimper when he won't go any faster despite her urging, still slow even when she rocks her hips up to meet every in. kept right at that delicate precipice - which is cruel, she thinks. she wants to cum so bad, but she's not about to beg for it either, no matter how wound up he's gotten her.

the sight of him isn't doing her any favors, though. the warm flush of his skin, the heaviness of his want and the barely restrained impatience she finds in his expression only makes some of her own restraint crumble. the far more obvious outline of his cock isn't helping matters either, especially not when he's still working his fingers into her with such deliberate diligence. thorough, even. like he's simply letting her get used to the way he fits before she takes him properly.

the dangerous temptation of pushing him to see if he'd just fuck her anyway is right there on the tip of her tongue, the more rational parts of her barely tethering the thought. sure, while it's not as if he could knock her up anyway considering the conditions in which she has to avoid bleeding in general lest she draw unnecessary danger, it's still safer overall.

and she's a good, reasonable girl. the very same one that's letting her palm follow that curve, her fingers drawing up along the sides as though she means to curl them around his cock - only to be stopped by fabric before she manages. )

You do tempt me into it a lot.

( choking him, she means. especially now? livid and frustrated as she is? )

And if you stop now, I really might.

( perhaps the most aggressive way to ask for more, but here we are. )

[ There's interest. And heat. And arousal, which is unexpected when she admits to being tempted. If anything he doesn't know whether to kiss or bait her into wrapping those slender fingers around his throat and squeeze, monopolizing on her ever growing impatience; demanding it. Rivulets of desire coursing through every nerve until it erupts, tearing away another restraint as he gets to drink in Nei in such a vulnerable position.

He should have taken his time. Mei doesn't know anymore -- doesn't know if he should have just kept it as a kiss, convince her that the only one that needs to be spoiled is her. It's bad. This is bad. Fingers curled inside her, pressing against wet muscle and coaxing an orgasm to avoid stripping either one of them down to their bare skin. An invisible boundary to tempt him away. A manager wouldn't do this with his talents, an adult shouldn't do this with a teen, and he most definitely shouldn't do this to a good, reasonable girl who came expecting to clean a grown man's apartment.

But Mei's weakness in this moment is vast. Feeling the warmth radiating from Nei's body blind better judgement as she lies there prettily, her words lingering like a delicious promise more than it is a threat. ] But I thought you wanted me to get a little more undressed? [ He cants his head coyly, his smile not reaching his eyes. ] Just a little longer...

[ She can touch all she wants. Feel his erection grow and twitch against his briefs as it begs for friction, hips dipping into her palm to find relief. But Mei makes no effort to actually undress, which is made obvious when he uses his free hand to gently thumb her clit. Eyes focusing on his finger drawing out of her cunt before thrusting back in, picking up rhythm and watching as she comes undone. ]

C'mon. [ His voice is just a tad hoarse, looking at Nei while licking his lips. ] Just relax and let me hear you.

[ It's asked as he twists his hand, his palm slick with her wetness dripping from his fingers. He wonders what she tastes like, what sort of face she'd make if he just dipped his head down to replace his fingers with his mouth -- would she be more disappointed than surprised? Would she become embarrassed and follow through with her earlier threat?

He wants to see Nei become frustrated and ruined, flushed red with pleasure and aching. Needy with her demands, leaving marks on his skin that he hides beneath his work shirt as he poses as a well-mannered manager. It causes his cock to throb, the ache hardly satisfied and longing to deprave Nei further from her perfect image. ]

Take deep, slow breaths from your mouth. It'll feel better -- and I bet you'll sound so cute when you come.

( he asks that as if he doesn't know what he's doing to her, which they both know that he does at this point. he always seems to when he poses questions like these, so he really shouldn't be surprised that he incites some level of aggressiveness out of her the more he plays coy.

then he presses against her clit too and the jolt paired with how nicely he fills her out is almost just a little too much all at once.

but that's always been her problem, hasn't it? the girl who thinks herself grown. the one who abhors being referred to and treated like she's the young girl that she actually is. a spitfire that thinks she can handle anything because she thinks she knows it all when she doesn't.

so this is validating for her in quite a few ways, mostly because it's not like she knows he's wrestling with the guilt of enabling this even now. figuring it's more that he simply trusts her judgement. )

I'm -

( and there's something about being encouraged that makes her fold. urged to relax, to try to take slower breaths instead of the erratic ones she's managed so far,

then there's the bid to hear her. to insist on pressing on with such persistence until she comes around his fingers. to know that he wants to play witness to it is not helping her desperate attempt to keep it together, especially when the twitch against her palm and him seeking out more of her touch spells out the earnestness in it all.

whether out of embarrassment or restlessness, she abruptly stops the wandering of her hand to lift it to her mouth to stifle a whimper against the back of it, turning her cheek away to avoid needing to look right at him as her thighs squeeze and tremble. the hand that's made a home along his shoulder has undoubtably left crescents and tracks, trying and failing to get a proper grip as she crests into the peak of that carefully guided crescendo with an arch of her back and a much too delighted moan.

there's a rush that comes with the tension, the wash of blinding relief numbing whatever thought that remains in her unraveling. her nerves feel like livewire and she's all too aware of the fingers buried deep in her in the most satisfying way as she tenses and quakes - full and fulfilled in a way she hasn't quite known yet. )

[ Admittedly keeping up a calm façade is difficult. Having his fingers inside of Nei is maddening enough despite, but Mei can't stop and feel another tug at the seams of his restraints when she trembles. If he had less willpower he'd fall into the temptation of dipping his head between her thighs, lavishing the taste of her against his tongue and the beginning trills of an orgasm. A hunger so hot that he imagines what it would look like to overwhelm her; giving Nei that attention that she wants while indulging in his own desires, driving himself into her like a predator would penetrate its prey with sharp fangs.

Turning her face away from him, earns a soft chuckle to leave Mei's lips as he drinks in the sight of her writhing with pleasure. If he were cruel enough he'd ask why she had suddenly gone quiet, curious of all the confidence suddenly caught in her throat. ]

Good girl. [ Hushed, the heat in his arousal slipping into his tone. Encouraging this high, watching with the intent of burning the image of her to his memory.

She arches into his touch, falling apart against his fingers now coated in her wetness. The hand he's placed to anchor himself against the couch travels to her waist, his thumb drawing small circles as he lulls her down from her orgasm. The fingers buried inside her coming to a slow halt. ] I knew you'd sound cute.

[ Coy, the corners of his mouth lift into a smile as he looks at her with half-lidded eyes. ]

Too bad you hid your face. I was trying to get a good look.

[ Mei draws his fingers from inside her, noting the wetness smeared across each digit that had just driven her to orgasm as he remains seated between her thighs.

Imagine if he mentioned the laundry after all that. It's tempting. ]

You okay?

( mercifully, he's at least seen fit to take it easy on her in her moment of oversensitivity. she's not sure what it'd make of her if he kept pressing on, and it's a little terrifying to imagine when she's gotten like this over his fingers and a few cooed words.

the touch to her waist is nice. grounding. there are still slight tremors despite any and all attempt to keep still, the lightheaded blur giving way now that she's been given a moment to breathe. )

Mm.

( and that's all she manages as confirmation for now, but at least she's finally let her gaze flick back his way. this is likely as languid as she's ever looked considering her habits, indolent in all the ways she's practically melted onto the upholstery.

and debauched, thanks to him. still in most of her gear with only the few layers barely even off her hips, lips a much-loved pink despite the gloss that's long gone. but at least she's coming around, her breath steadying faster than she can mentally get herself back together. fit as she might be, it's not as if she's ever had to learn how to recover from.. well, all of that. )

.. I guess you'll just have to do it again.

( hubris is a lifelong companion, you see. throwing gauntlets is basically second nature to a girl as overconfident as she is. it doesn't matter that she's in no shape currently to be doing so considering she's still lounging like a satiated cat - she's going to anyway.

but at least she does deign to shift, letting one of her hands wander over her belly to work the clasp off her corset. it's gotten incredibly hot under her layers, and she'd rather not suffocate.

it's only then does she try to sit up, pushing the discarded layer off onto the floor before reaching for him again. nothing overt beyond placing a hand over his chest because she's purposefully withholding before she finds herself in another sticky situation, but she does gradually start pressing as if to very kindly ask him to lay down before she makes that decision for him.

he's been a smug tease, and she's a spiteful girl. )

My turn.

( it's his fault he's gotten her this riled up, after all. perhaps he can help her figure out the limits of how insatiable she truly is. )

[ His gaze is filled with admiration as he watches her descend from her high, the itch to push her into ecstasy warm at his fingertips. The way her chest rise and falls as she regains composure, and the way pale skin has become flushed with arousal; compliments he withholds from sliding off his tongue as his own desire gnaws at the back of his mind. He wants to kiss her just as badly as he wants to pull their remaining clothes off, but obviously Nei is already taking initiative in that step.

Mei doesn't resist as she pushes him back, one hand placed on her chest as his fingers lightly tug on the buttons just below her neck. ]

You won't try to hide from me again? [ The question he poses his genuine, because at this point his greed is becoming a top priority. To feel, hear, and watch as Nei discovers unfamiliar territory in the arms of a man.

A hand is placed on her waist as he falls back onto the couch, head tilted just slightly as his eyes remain focused on her face. ]

How daring. You sure you're confident in what you're doing?

I wasn't hiding.

( she was, but she's not about to own up to that.

it doesn't matter, being able to peel herself off of the couch is helping cool her off some, but it doesn't change the fact that the pointed glare she throws in his direction is cutting. with maybe a little bit of a pout but she's not acknowledging that one. )

Just because I haven't done it before doesn't mean I can't figure it out.

( for instance, she's going to shove him the rest of the way down. lovely as it is to have his hands on her, she has enough spite to pry herself away for a moment to stand herself up on the couch after he's done what he needed to with those buttons.

there's no saving those shorts anyway, so those are being rid of. sitting in them wouldn't be comfortable in the slightest, but she's keeping her panties on in some strange show of modesty no matter how that might stick.

.. as if he hadn't just watched her fall apart with his hand earlier, but she digresses..

but instead of taking a spot between his thighs, she frames his hips with her knees as she settles on his lap with a hum, hands set on his belly as she leans on in to nudge his jaw with the tip of her nose. )

I'm confident in my ability to pick things up.

( for instance, one of those delicate-looking hands of hers carves a path up to his neck, placing her fingertip on the hollow of his throat, but not much more beyond that. she'll draw an idle figure, but it's more because she's restless than anything. )

And I'm a sweet, accommodating girl. If you tell me how you'd like me, you know I'll do my best for you as I always have.

[ He should probably stop teasing. Not because he'll later be ashamed of what he's said -- Mei has already accepted that he's going to hell for this, amongst other things -- but because now he's driving Nei into wanting to prove him wrong.

Back against the couch, his head falls onto a plush pillow as he looks up at her with a quirked brow. His hands leave her waist, her clothes, and instead lie off the edge of the couch and against his chest as he watches her undress. Remaining silent before she places her knees on either side of him, tilting his chin upward with as he welcomes her touch.

It's only when she's on top of him that he realizes just how small she is. Imposing as her demeanor is with her overwhelming confidence, it hits him that he could just manhandle her --

No. No. He's really gotta calm down. ]

Ah, [ He takes in a breath, allowing her to feel the way his Adam's apple bobs underneath her hand. ] that's right. I am talking to the girl that could probably just throw me over her shoulder, aren't I?

[ Mei places his hands on her thighs, fingers spread across her skin as his palms grow warm against her skin. ]

Just try your best not to get too flustered when you see my dick. I think I might just pounce on you.

[ This may be a warning? ]

( he just does not quit it with that mouth of his does he! )

Shut up.

( why would she get flustered! what an absurd thought! she's infallible, doesn't he know? with a confidence that should be classified as dangerous, even. besides, she's already felt it press against her hand earlier, and..

.. )

You're so annoying!

( and yet here she remains, trailing her fingers along his jaw with no indication or intention of removing herself despite the hiss.

but she does frame it with her hand eventually, abandoning delicacy to force him to look the other way before he gets any bright ideas about reading things on her that definitely isn't there. it gives her a bit more room anyway, to take a similar path down as he had with her when he sought to drown her in these chaste little kisses earlier.

only she's not quite as nice. the threat of teeth hangs overhead the whole while - especially when she finds herself melting into the hands he's put on her. it's frustrating, incredibly so, to feel as if she's still missing something that he's keeping just shy of her reach despite having already made to cum once. just what is he doing to her that she can't help but chase for more anyway?

so she's going to sink her teeth into his shoulder about it, pink tongue almost kittenish with the sweet way she laps at the spot after. thoughtful and adorable, just like she says she is.

but maybe the way she's readjusted to sit on his cock as she does it is far less so, shifting on that spot to make herself comfortable as she shivers from the heat and friction. a reminder even if he doesn't need one, that it's his fault she's gotten like this. that he's the one that's gone and ruined her cute pair of panties, so he can deal with that wetness through what remains of those layers. )

Your.. ( hm, no, she's still a bit too embarrassed to say it quite like that. it feels filthy on her tongue even though she'd made that bold claim about getting fucked by him earlier. ) Why would I get flustered by something I want?

( because she so veeery clearly knows what she's getting into. how could she not with a guiding hand like his? )

[ Unfortunately. ]

I'm just saying.

[ Because there's something so charming about her boisterous confidence; unrelenting and always moving forward, incapable of looking over her shoulder. It's something that Mei admires, he can feel it burn from the tips of her fingers to the very glint in her eyes. A hue that almost turns scarlet as it's brandished by the sun setting outside his apartment window.

He tilts his chin upward, willing to submit to the whims of an adamant young woman. A flame that grows with intensity, spitting out sparks to lure the curious moth.

Though he does have to restrain himself from outright laughing when he pulls him to look away. As if either one of them aren't a few layers and a promise away from peeling everything off. But the moment he feels the briefest bluntness of teeth he sucks in a breath, fingers gripping onto her thighs as the torturous rush begins to pool in the pit of his stomach.

He takes in a breath as teeth finally find purchase in his shoulder, nearly choking on it. He nearly wants to thank Nei for the arousal that swiftly follows and knocks into his lungs, sending shivers down his spine. One hand drifting upward to snake his middle and index finger underneath her panties, just at her hip.

If she has any intention of just teasing him he's quick to retort back, lifting his hips to gain just a little friction between them. ]

So are you gonna take it?

[ His face is just slightly flushed, the warmth at the back of his neck beginning to spread to the tips of his ears. ]

My fingers, my mouth, my cock... I'll let you have whatever you want, all you gotta do is take it like it's yours.

( oh? what a spirited reaction to getting bitten. she'll have to keep that in mind for later. it'll probably be relevant again if he's going to grab at her like that when she does it. if he thought he's coming out of this with only the singular mark, he's sorely mistaken.

to get him back for how torturous it feels now to not have him pressed against her in any capacity, for how even the touch of his fingers on her hip has her thinking of all the other ways she'd rather have them. is she even going to be able to look at them without getting flustered after this?

mercifully, he gives her something else to focus on; another thing for her to sink her claws into. worded like that? to take something like she's owed it, rather than grapple with the brief stint of nervousness that comes with a venture into territory she's never been in?

she can do that. )

Mm, but this feels good too..?

( a light musing, one she tests the theory of by rolling her hips to meet the raising of his to properly rut low and steady along the cock that's pressed up against her. indelicately so, perhaps, for someone raised as a proper young lady; playing at the image of riding him through the sorry excuses for layers that remain.

with a pleased gasp no less, shivering a bit more noticeably when he presses against her just right, bracing her hands against his chest with claws sunk to better give her leverage. possessive. needy. restless.

all it would take is for her to push his briefs down as he'd done with her shorts earlier, push aside her ruined panties and she'd learn how it feels to take something other than fingers, how fine he'd slot against her then with his cock sunk deep into her. a thought that she hasn't been able to get rid of since he's buried himself to the knuckle earlier, not even the slightest bit concerned that perhaps that's still a bit more than she can chew if she's not careful. )

Then I want all of it.

( he really should be careful with the things he says.. is she not meant to take him up on that? her? )

I did say I wanted to get doted on, so you're going to do just that until I'm satisfied.

( and right now apparently what she wants is to grind her needy cunt into the cock he almost denied her until either of them snap and break.

or she cums again, whichever comes first. )

[ Had Mei known that encouraging Nei's persistence would be such a sharp double-edged sword, he may have considered dropping her off anywhere but his front door. They're both too impulsive, too daring and willing -- especially when she sits on his lap and grinds down to meet his own arousal. Unbearably hard and painful at this point, fingers digging into her waist. Biting down on the inside of his lip to withhold himself from dragging nails across bare skin and leaving angry crescents in his wake.

There's really no point of him being so resistant, not when he's encouraged them both to go this far. So instead Mei moves, keeping an arm around her waist as he sits up. The heat on the back of his neck breaking out into a cold sweat as pulls away from the couch. ]

Such a greedy young girl. [ It's meant to sound a little mean, as if he's scolding her, but the coolness of his tone doesn't reflect anything he is feeling. Just as equally frustrated and impatient. ] But we're going to have to move from the couch... it's not agreeing with my back.

[ He's also been sleeping at his desk for the last week. Please be nice to this old man.

He brings both hands to cup her thighs, encircling them around his waist, before he standing on his feet. She's light, and unfortunately he's surprisingly fit despite all the comments of being an old man. And without much effort he carries his feral little cat to his bedroom. Decorated moderately with dark colors, his sheets a deep black that have been left untouched from the last time they were washed on; a noticeable, light linen scent once Mei places her down on the bed. ]

Can I grab a condom real quick? [ Because he's already breaking so many laws but he's not going in RAW!! ]

( that's too bad, she probably would've looked rather nice with claw marks.

he makes a comment about her greed like he hasn't been the one encouraging her, chastising the lack of restraint that she might otherwise demonstrate. he's going to have to do a better job convincing her that it's a problem if that's his intention; that he isn't enjoying the spitfire on his lap.

but she doesn't bother talking back on that one particular point, throwing him a narrowed look instead as if she's daring him to complain about it. )

You sure it's not to see what I'd look like in your bed?

( her hands reach to snake her arms around his neck when he makes the call to move them, following the lead of him guiding her thighs up to hook her heels in. he does it so effortlessly that she does wonder about some things, but she'll opt to squeeze him between her thighs before she's finally set down.

the question seems a bit funny to her considering all else, so there's a bit of a giggle in her throat as she makes herself comfortable over his sheets, tilting her head to nuzzle her cheek into the linen. it's tussling her hair some, but she doesn't seem to care. it smells nice. curiously not much of him though, but she supposes he really hasn't been home recently.

when she finally flicks her gaze his way, she slowly unwinds her legs from around him to give him a bit more room between her bent knees.

see? she can behave. not that she's doing anything else to shy away. if anything, she almost looks like she's presenting herself to him? maybe. she's thinking about it. there are surely ways to properly do so, but she's not particularly sure she wants to really look the part of a bitch in heat even if that might just be what she is.

just don't mind the fact that she's the one sinking her nails into her own thigh like she's doing her best not to draw her fingers higher to keep herself occupied. )

Shouldn't you just be getting it anyway? ( he doesn't have to ask that question when she's allowed all else. ) What if I told you not to?

( hypothetically, of course. she's let him go enough for him to be able to pull away if he so truly wanted even if she does look like she'd rather throw him onto the bed herself. )

Would you fuck me anyway?

( just wondering! is he not curious to know exactly how she'd feel when he takes her first? they've already trounced on quite a bit of lines as is.. )

[ Probably. Undoubtedly. There's no reason for either of them to entertain the idea of her concealing angry little marks once she's home; another secret to be added to their pile, a reminder that they've done something they can't take back.

But it's too obvious that all regrets will be shrugged aside.

She behaves for the first time since the start of this thread, and Mei has to stop himself from sighing out of relief. The natural urge to pull himself on top of her, the way his skin seems to burn against hers, the fact that she does look so pretty across his bed - all these factors make it so much harder for him to resist. Especially when all he has to do is shift his gaze south and bare witness in her growing impatience. ] I'd tell you that you're being a brat. And a little stupid.

[ Girl? He always wears protection but do you know where his dick has been?

Without so much as letting the thought of going down on her - or worse - linger for another second, Mei escapes to his bedside table. His shirt is becoming agitating, enough to make him regret keeping it on at all, and with a few shrugs it sinks off his arms and onto the cold floor.

Digging in the drawer it only takes a brief moment before retrieving a condom and returning to the edge of the bed. ]

You save all of that for someone to really care about. Not some lowlife bastard like me, 'kay?

[ At least he's being honest... Anyway, he works on removing his slack, peeling his briefs down the length of his thighs.

He then stops, turning to look over his shoulder. ]

Do you wanna put it on? [ He's going to turn this into a lesson for her... and maybe by the end of this she'll learn not to fuck grown ass men that get lost when they're drunk! ]

Edited (turn????? TURN??????? ) 2025-05-23 00:29 (UTC)

( excuse him! she's always well-behaved. he's the one that did this to her to begin with, no? distracting her from the chores she came here to do, looking at her like she's something to be eaten up. it doesn't help that even she's not aware of how starved she is for touch until he satiates a long-buried need for it.

softer as she might be, she's not about to let that one slide. at least she doesn't throw a pillow at him, opting to narrow her gaze up at him as he pries himself off. the irritation keeps her from whining, so perhaps that's for the best. )

Who are you calling a brat?

( then he runs off like he has to before something else gives, and she watches as his shirt hits the ground before she huffs - more a soft laugh than agitation that time - but she doesn't have anything worth saying to that.

so she doesn't!

instead, she tilts her head when he looks back over at her after ridding himself of most his layers. he's asking her?

... she might as well while she's here.

playing her role as the diligent student, she pushes herself up from her comfortable spot so she can crawl to the edge of the bed. which seems good enough? so she'll sit on her heels, holding her hand out expectantly for the condom in his hand as if she knows exactly what she's going to do with it. )

Hand it over.

( maybe she'll learn that lesson when he learns not to fuck girls almost half his age, hm? )

[ He'll take responsibility for that, sure, but Nei sure did give him the impression of wanting more - starting with praise, moving on to touch, demonstrating how unsatisfied she was. It was an inch that led him to the mile; kissing and cupping flesh, until he has her naked on his bed.

What's worse is that this is how Mei knew he'd end his day. Not that he ever thought that it would be with her specifically. Just someone. Anyone. A hunger that he leaves untouched while he's busy at work, giving in to different needs; the satisfaction that comes with being seen as responsible. But he's obviously far from that pristine image as he drops the condom onto her palm. ]

First thing is you gotta make sure it's not inside out. It'll be obvious if you put it on the wrong way, then you just roll it on. Super easy.

[ He'll learn this lesson after today. And then just go back to sleeping with strangers. Maybe. This will definitely not be an awkward relationship? ]

( you know what they say about feeding stray dogs!

but perhaps they're not all that different in that sense. that desire to be seen as capable, to be known as someone responsible enough to be relied upon. restless in that neverending task of filling a gap that they themselves helped dig by staying as they are.

a need that curtails his other, one that ends with an evening warmed by another without lingering. not that she really expects him to, regardless of familiarity.

not that she's even remotely close to thinking about the nuances of this particular entanglement when she watches him drop the condom in her hand, making some vague noise that she heard his sagely wisdom before tearing into it without skipping a beat. it's that one-minded focus, probably. or maybe she just knows she'll end up getting flustered if she went any slower.

like how she's getting now with the task readily at hand. he'd already teased her about getting embarrassed when finally faced with his cock, so of course that means she's going to do her best out of spite not to.

..... but she's very much so pointedly not looking at him as she pries the condom out, fussing with it briefly with her fingers to figure out what he could possibly mean by the wrong way. hm.

when she finally manages to look up at him, it's with that signature look of warning to not get smart with her and make whatever commentary he has to make about this. how's anyone not supposed to get a little self-conscious when they're trying something out while being watched??? )

Look away.

( because that'll help. surely. this is certainly a very sensible demand to make at a time like this. )

[ Spite works in such wonderous ways. He saw it with Sega, who would argue that Mei's encouragement was done out of annoyance than it was to prove himself, and he's seeing it now with Nei. Watchful, with the gentleness in his gaze long having disappeared; his pupils dilatated and hungry, focused on every move she makes.

A hand ghosts her thigh, rubbing his palm against her skin as she makes herself familiar with something foreign. It does bring a sense of pride to swell in his chest, the joy of allowing someone to explore - with both himself and their own body.

So of course he shakes his head. ]

No. [ His answer is paired with a devilish grin; sly, knowing all too well of the game she's trying to play. And it only makes him grow more hard, aching, the tips of his fingers pressing against flesh with greed. ] It's not like you could mess this up.

[ He saying this like an asshole.

Because he's an asshole. ]

( it certainly has been awhile since her nerves prickled like that from being looked at like she was some kind of prey animal to slake one's hunger with, like her blood affects him as it does the very things she hunts. it makes him look far different than the image she had of him - one more beast than man.

at least those she knows how to deal with. so her answer to his comes with the narrowing of her gaze and a click of her tongue. because of course he's going to be an asshole about it.

there's a moment where she simply stares like she's weighing her options even as his fingers dig into the meat of her thigh. her eyes lowering some few inches in a way that speaks as if she might just wrench him by the jaw to make him if he won't play along. it's tempting because he's being annoying about it despite the warning, and she feels it'd be an apt response. a reasonable one even. better than grabbing him by the wrist and showing him what a girl like her can do when tested.

but she'll need both hands for this, she thinks. maybe? so he's safe. for now. he might enjoy being put on his back with a forearm on his throat a little too much anyway. )

Of course I'm not going to mess it up. Who do you think you're talking to?

( a barely contained snarl, but she remains sat on her heels like a well-behaved housepet lest she snap.

that's all the incentivizing she needs it seems, because soon enough she's swatting his hand off her thigh before he distracts her too much more, leaning up on her knees now to better reach. she only tears her eyes away from his face when it comes time to set the condom over the tip of his cock, her touch turning oddly gentle and her fingers delicate as she works it down the length of him; slow in that deliberately careful way like she truly is taking her time as to not fuck it up somehow.

which is precisely why she looks so smug about it when her fingertips finally brush along the base. see? she's fine. sparkling in her triumph over a hurdle that needn't be one. )

Never doubt me again.

[ Well -

If she were to be distracted by his words, answering with a hand to his throat and threat in the air, the sad answer is that he would only be desperately hard. And impatient, ruling out all the sense left from him and resulting in that final line of reservation (if they could even call it that) before pushing himself inside her; unprotected and raw. But Nei made the right choice in not letting the voices in her head win her over. Yay.

Mei waits with heated anticipation as Nei situations the condom onto his cock, humming lightly when she finishes with an air of pride so evident that he can't help but laugh. ]

Right, right, I'm sorry. [ He leans in close, the gap between them vanishing as he places his lips atop hers. The hand remaining on her flesh parts her thighs, with Mei moving to nestle himself between her legs - another sigh escaping his mouth as he guides her to lie on her back. In this position he hovers above her, his cheeks colored a light pink as he uses his free hand to grab the base of his cock. ] I'm gonna put it in, 'kay? Lemme know if it hurts.

[ Because he might be taking her virginity but he will be nice about it.

Guiding the head of his cock to her entrance, wet with acceptance like a warm embrace, Mei gathers a breath for himself before pushing his knees into the mattress and slowly sinking himself into Nei's cunt. Slow, of course, giving her time to adjust to his size and length - as well as the unfamiliar feeling of being full; her body occupied by something foreign.

He leans in to press his forehead against hers, eyes dark and burnishing the primal hunger that had been resting inside his chest. It's so unfortunate that Mei is just a normal man, because he's actually fulfilling the perpetual emptiness when there is something missing - and Nei has made it obvious in the way that she has wanted nothing more than praise and attention. And there's not denying his personal admittance of enjoying these little games they played; pushing and pulling until they've fallen apart. ]

( nice, like he wasn't one grasp of a hand away from throwing caution to the wind?

whatever complaint she might've had about being repositioned is quickly captured with a kiss, and it's funny how whatever it was she was about to say suddenly doesn't seem to quite matter as much anymore. she's been appeased some other way, and he so easily places himself between her thighs to re-settle like he'd rather she didn't take it upon herself to set the pace.

wise, because he's going a lot slower than what her impatience would've gone with.

she squirms the moment she feels him adjust, fitting better against her before he says something about it hurting, which makes her huff a soft laugh like she doesn't think it's possible. she's mere seconds away from bucking her hips to angle him in herself now that he's situated, but he doesn't wait for much longer to teach her just how the adults play. how the people he brings to bed with him feels when he takes his fill to slake a hunger.

the tip of his cock alone has her gripping the sheets, her gasp twisting into a soft keen the more he sinks in. it doesn't take long at all for her breath to turn shallow and for her hands to reach for him instead, holding onto his shoulders like a lifeline as he makes himself home in her cunt. every time she thinks she's already full to the brim he deftly proves her wrong by giving her just a little more - again, and again until he's given her his all. until she's taken him to the hilt.

the touch to her forehead has her breathing out the breath she's been holding, her eyes refocusing upwards to meet the gaze that's been watching her so attentively. perhaps she's mistaking hunger for adoration but it doesn't really matter at this point. he's here with her now despite his earlier trepidation. he could have easily left but didn't. the inevitability of him getting tangled up with someone this evening didn't need to be with her, yet here she is anyway.

she's still somewhat tense, but that's just how she always is; it doesn't help that their difference in size has her on the more petite end either. not that it stops her from trailing the same path she'd taken with her heel earlier, hooking her legs around his hips like she doesn't intend to let him go so soon.

wildcat, was it? but how sweetly does she brush her lips over his, not quite claiming them just yet since she'd like to say something first. )

See? I can take you just fine.

( like he didn't need to work for every inch. still, she gloats. she'll also be taking that kiss now as she urges him on with a slow, testing grind of her hips; a not so quiet demand to fuck his praise into her already. )

[ He should have made her wait; give an inch to see if she will pick up her heels and chase for the mile. Not that he needed to be given any proof that Nei wanted this, but it would make for an interesting time - toying with the tail of a particularly tempered cat until, eagerly awaiting the claws.

Hurt wasn't the right word. Maybe. Mei expected her to feel discomfort as she adjusted to the sensation of being filled beyond the length of her fingers, watching with expectation as he sinks every inch of his cock inside. Focusing on dragging a slow inhale into his lungs now as her muscles tense around him, warmth spreading from his abdomen to the nerves of his fingertips. Body engulfed in her heat, every sense of him focused solely on her.

So when she looks to him in confidence, tone never threatening to waver, he ensures that his grip is anchored into her hips. He doesn't dig the blunt of his nails into her skin, but there's an undeniable strength in the way Mei means to keep their bodies intertwined. ]

You can. [ He draws back before snapping his hips forward, trapped within her grasp now that she's hooked her legs around him. ] I'm glad - 'cause I don't think I'd let you try to run off now. [ Mei's voice gravitates towards becoming more hoarse; exhaling as his hands run up to her sides. Finding the dip of her waist with warm palms as he finds a pleasurable rhythm to ride out. ] You're gonna make me a bad man, Nei.

[ gross and embarrassing sorry ]

( from here. )

[ yes? he wants to isolate him from showing people drunk text messages? ]

I don't want you saving mine!!
I just want you to show a little respect and not show people something embarrassing!

oh okay

[ simple as that, he gets it, don't worry. ]

should i delete your number, does that help?

Are you picking the worst choices possible on purpose or do you want to break up?

oh no, if you ever wanted to break up i would let you choose

So this relationship is only being held together by your indifference and my fear of committing to someone else.

That sounds about right.

you're saying if you weren't afraid you'd find someone else? isn't a bad idea. i guess i don't want anyone else to have you so it works with me.

Then pleaseeeeee consider the following when I send you texts saying I wanna fuck you:
Don’t show them to your friends.

you're mistaken, i don't have any friends. also, weren't you drunk?do you mean the things you say when you're like that.

If you don’t have any friends
Who are you exposing me to??

[ THE COPS????? ]

people i work with i guess doesnt make them my friends

[ he goes in, works, goes to sleep, wakes up to work. can a wolf not work easy. ]

you didnt answer my question if you mean everything when you're drunk

You need to make more friends.

Do you wanna keep them?

too lazy

not that i just want to know if i should take advantage of your willingness when you're intoxicated. like asking for twenty more boxes of donuts

[ like any decent boyfriend would. ]

You can’t just admit to wanting to do awful things when someone is vulnerable.

And what’s with the donuts??

it's awful when you don't know, i'm telling you so that you know. and

i like them. if im eating them i wont be bored enough to show off text messages

What flavor?

[ instantly ]

[ i don't trust him. ]

all of them. you can leave them on a bench near a train. i'll get someone to pick them up

You’re not gonna even give me a thank you kiss or anything?

no unless you want the person picking it up to kiss you

I might at this point.

if you want. i can kiss you after work but you might not want to.

As long as you don’t smell like sweat and balls.

i guess i can shower didn't seem like a big deal to me

There's something about your natural musk.
Like it's not BAD... but I think we gotta find a nice cologne for you one of these days.
It's just inconvenient.

[ He's an alpha with a sensitive nose........... ]

why would i wear cologne i can't even go outside to get more? i'm fine like this. is this your way of saying you don't want the kiss because of how i smell?

You wear it for special occasions?
Like coming to kiss me?
And no I want it.

can i bite you instead if i wear the cologne

I guess?

You don't really got ask... but why do you want to?

its the first thing that comes to mind that's better than kissing

[ actually donuts are better, but whatever! ]

Are you trying to figure out what you're into?

[ He's not the first person to use Mei as a guinea pig but it's weird that he's got a bunch of quarters. ]

i know what i'm into, why do you think i would rather bite you

[ maybe he's not a kissing sort of guy, but j3's not a guy who does anything if we're real. even going out of his way to do this is a lot, mei should count himself lucky. ]

[ Thank you J3 for getting out of bed for him... the world is cold... ]

Oh.

I always thought you were a virgin.

what are you talking about

[ this is not what they were talking about. ]

i was talking about animal instincts

[ just because he's too lazy to fuck.... ]

???

I’m fucking sorry?

i accept your apology

What do you mean animal instincts?

i'm too tired to elaborate. remind me next week to explain. can you bring two sandwiches

Maybe if I can punch you.

i wouldn't do that, i don't want to hurt you

Are you not already planning to bite me?
Which is going to hurt?

[ but it won't because he's been bitten so many times before... maybe... ]

if you punch me, it'll only hurt for a bit and then it'll stop. biting you would mean it persists for a few days

[ if he was aware of what j3 was, maybe these questions would answer themselves. however, that's not the case, and why j3 explains to the best of his ability. ]

the bitemark might not go away. i think

If it doesn’t go away then definitely not.
You’re not allowed to leave anything permanent.

you don't want to mate for life?

I don't even know if I'm gonna make it five years from now??????

why's that, do you need human intervention? four padded white walls, i hear that helps

( from here. )

Isn't the fact that I'm just your average salaryman enough to make you wanna bawl your eyes out?

from my perspective, if you can afford three meals a day and a safe place to sleep, then how badly off could you possibly be?
you can make more of an effort to tug at the heartstrings

I fell asleep in a bush last week.

[ Because he was drunk but details. ]

keep trying
how many meals have you skipped in the last week

Before I answer: is this a kink thing?
Because this is starting to feel like it is.

no, im trying to figure out if youre in actual need or if i should donate 1k to a food bank and send you the screenshot informing you ive done some real charity work

[ kaiser has the haughty rich boy vibes down pat... but he was dirt poor as a child, so as far as he is concerned, being able to have regular meals means you're not poor!! ]

[ any and all blue lock lore has been a surprise to me, truly. ]

Oh.
I think you should do that.
You don’t have to confirm or anything but yeah that would be even better tbh.

[ some blue lock characters are literally just a guy, it just so happens that michael kaiser... has the lore of all time 😔 ]

?
see, youre fine
you still want random people to eat more than you want to eat yourself
and you accused me of being a feeder, are you proud of yourself for that? [ he's teasing. mostly. ]

[ his gatsby lore.

had to google and this is where i confirm he’s german and favorITE SONG IS DESPERADO??? ]

Don’t try to reverse uno card me.
I’m sure if I was desperate enough you’d do something crazy like have me FaceTime you when I eat so you can see the tears of joy well up in my eyes in real time.

And if not that’s your fault for just giving off the vibe.

[ realism < symbolism always 😔 ]

????
youre being weirdly aggressive about this, is this a pride thing?
im not sure a man of your big age should feel proud of yourself for indirectly admitting youve been judging the fuck out of me. and for what?

????
I’m being aggressive??

I mean I can straight up admit that I’m not a good guy, if that’s what you want.

consider this situation: somebody started openly trying to get pity purchases out of you, asks you if this is your kink even though you havent agreed to a single thing, and then says "it's your fault for giving off the vibe"
you really dont think conversational stream takes some aggressive assumptions to make it this far?

This all started with you wanting to stress me out, yeah?

Anyway. It’s not a pride thing. I really wasn’t trying to be all that serious.

you passed so i wasnt really trying
if i wanted to stress you out i wouldve pointed out youre crazy af for saying all this to a sweet innocent pure 19yo who donates to charity earlier

[ <-- guy who wants to antagonize older men on principle 💙 ]

And imagine if this crazy guy considered your offer earlier about being you manager.

It’d be even more devastating that an innocent boy like you would be working with someone soooooo devious.

thats just how the world works
older men always want something devious and disgusting from those who are younger

[ jk? or not??? this is some kind of rorschach test, maybe. ]

[ <— Guy who gave a handjob to someone 12 years younger than him ]

You’ve got a lot of wisdom for someone your age.
But that’s a good thing.

At the same time make sure your current manager, if you have one, isn’t robbing you without doing their actual job!
You’ve got kids to feed.

[ THE CHARITIES!!! ]

[ damn wtf, all kaiser got from a man 12 years older than him was a bunch of new mental disorders. where was his handjob?! ]

is it? wisdom often comes from experience, you know...

and dont phrase it like that

[ he hasn't "got kids". there are just kids, and maybe kaiser will help feed them. maybe! ]

[ what do you mean? he got one? (gaslighting)

or idk we can squeeze it somewhere between battle royale soccer and singing desperado ]

Don’t hint at something unless you want to spill it all. On top of being a bad adult, I’m also nosy.

Lolllllll
teasing you is pretty fun, it’s cute.

[ kaiser is too damaged to be gaslit like that, because he doesn't like white liquids (real and canon) so he would remember the fundamental disgust of getting a handjob. he's got mental illness canceling out mental illness (definitely how it works) ]

you wouldnt believe my damage even if i told you so im keeping it to myself

and of course its fun. its not often that people get the chance to tease something this beautiful, talented, full of promise, etc. treasure the memory, it might be one of the best you ever have

[ i feel like i’m being gaslit because idk him not liking white liquids sounds canon ]

Unless you give me some kind of anime main character background story, I’m inclined to believe it.
But seriously, don’t tell me.

[ It’s not that he wouldn’t listen, it’d just be weird. Please don’t trauma dump on him he’s on break. ]

Right, right, one day when this old man is telling stories I’ll be sure to mention a kind kid who did lots of charity work.
Thank you soooo much I’m soooooo honored. One day I’ll have to buy you a soda or something as a token of my appreciation.

[ Don’t ask why a soda in particular he’s just stupid. ]

[ i quite literally wish they didn't do this but i have to live with it. ]

i told you im keeping it to myself -_-

going from begging me for scraps to offering to buy me a soda is crazy work
im not going to hold my breath for it, though
in the first place, i dont want shit from a grown ass man who passes out into a bush and stays there all night

[ oh we need him medicated ]

It’s only happened like three times? I think.
I’m getting better at finding myself at my porch.

[ he could be one mood stabilizer away from greatness... ]

wow! im so impressed! good for you!
are you proud of yourself.

Ask me after I’ve quit drinking for good.
Until then the answer is no.

then quit

[ it's that easy! ]

[ Alcoholism... ]

I'm gonna try but no promises.

Are you going to be busy this week?

[ sounds like an excuse of a weakling to him :/ ]

in a relative sense, no
im as busy as i always am

[ 4ish full days of training, a game at some point... he's always got a full schedule. maybe he should get a manager? ]

why
are you going to beg me to take you out for a meal and pay for it

[ It definitely is a skill issue. ]

No.
I have some shame.

Aren't you on tv sometimes? I don't pay attention to sports.

sometimes

[ probably at least once a week except during the off season, but who's counting! kaiser doesn't really care either way. ]

again, why...

I'm trying to figure out what to watch on my day off.

If I stay busy, I won't go out and mess around.

[ This will never happen.

He's gonna get sloppy drunk and end up on the news, dead in a ditch. ]

you dont want to watch me if you arent somebody who pays attention to sports
you wont even get whats happening most of the time

why dont you watch a movie or tv show instead...

If I try something new, I won't be tempted by something old.

Plus I played soccer back in high school!

[ Like during lunch. He was just having a fun ol' time. ]

uh huh. i bet you played the recorder in school too but you wouldnt want to go listen to the orchestra, would you?
same principle

Why can’t I just watch a soccer game??
Strange how you’re suddenly the aggressive one here.

because its fucking annoying when people who last played football in the fucking grimsby sunday league a few years ago watch a pro game and think shit like "they arent even playing that fast" "why didnt he pass" "why didnt that goal count" "i could do this too if i had kept at it"

… Is this a pride thing?
These are some wild assumptions, to be honest.

I’m not going to critic pros in sports when I’m literally just a talent manager.

im among the best in the world of my age group and people say those things to me. why shouldnt it be a pride thing?

Well if you want I can text you live commentary just to prove you wrong.

You won’t see it until after your game but
At least you’ll know I’m not trying to be an asshole?

i dont need that but you can do it if it gives you a reason to watch properly instead of falling asleep in another bush

You’re never going to let that go huh?

again: why should i
just because youve lowered your standards doesnt mean the rest of us have

I didn’t lower my standards?
I was just drunk.

because you have low standards
getting that drunk in the first place is the proof of it

It's not bad to have vices?
Don't you have a couple?

[ the answer is incredible levels of self-harm, but, ]

im literally a professional athlete. i cant afford to have any of those

[ don't do that ]

Not even something minor?
Like... eating sweets at night......

i have this thing called "self control", have you heard of it? do you exercise it yourself, on occasion?

I mean considering I don't drink for long periods of time
Yes??

Are you single?

[ ???? ]

and yet you drink in the end. thats not what self control is

[ ??? ]

im an up and coming celebrity, what makes you think i would answer that question without making you sign an nda first

I'm not that type of manager.

[ The ones who just sell information about their talents to random people... those weirdos. Mei is, actually, not that bad of a guy when it comes to work! ]

I'm just trying to figure out how someone like you relives their stress.

mindfulness and the fact that my job is to run around and kick ball hard
i think the stress works itself out naturally given the circumstances...

[ also, grievous self-harm, but he is not going to talk about that! ]

what, are you looking for tips or trying to figure out how i tick

[ kick ball hard got me ctfu he's german ]

Not how you tick, I guess?
Managers help at least lessen the burden of the stressors their talents have.
I got work on the brain since it's rare that I'm ever off the clock, you know
Just making sure that you're taking care of yourself, being taken care of, etc.

[ Wow, it's almost as if he should get paid for this. ]

[ oh mein gott zees is ein stadion full of kickballen ]

?
you want to think about all of that about me and not even be employed to do so? -_-
if youre going to wonder either way then you may as well. just saying

Am I really gonna have to take a job offer to just show a little care?
I mean at this point my hands are tied.

[ lil schnitzel boy needs people to be paying people to ask if he's okay apparently ]

[ honestly, his preferred outcome is that nobody ever asks him if he's okay, so this is not exactly going as planned for him... ]

yeah, those are my terms and conditions
if you arent willing to accept them then dont think of me ever again -_-

Send the paperwork via e-mail.
I'll at least look it over...

[ HE'S NOT GOING TO JUST BE LIKE

YES I WILL WORK FOR YOU OVER TEXT..... ]

okay... how much do you want to get paid every year, then
and for how many hours every week
ill figure something out

[ a "how much could a banana cost??" moment may or may not be incoming. ]

Is this how you you went about hiring your other manager???

idk i wasnt involved in that at all
if you dont answer then im going to assume youre willing to work at minimum wage for 60 hours a week so hurry up!

HELLO?
Do you want me to die? You'll kill me with those kind of hours every week!?
I'll work overtime but you gotta follow the law and have me do 40 hours?!??!

AND THE AVERAGE STARTING PAY FOR HOURLY IS AT LEAST 5,000

[ yen ]

thats literally why i asked you how much you want to work and for how long.

also i think you mean weekly??

Well I thought that you would at least give me something reasonable and not hard labor that goes against the law.

Hourly.

that just cant be right. you dont make over ten million euros a year thats fucking crazy

wait...

good thing for you that im really fucking smart and worldly and remembered that in japan they add a bunch of extra zeros onto the currency

[ he's kidding, by the way. ]

yeah whatever thats fine. i guess.

( from here. )

Yeah.
Just gonna be real quick, promise.

shouldn't you take that time to feed yourself?
since you're working long hours and all.

You think I’m that broke that I can’t afford two bentos?

[ … HE MAY BE RIGHT. ]

[ how dare you make him kind of laugh ]

nah, that's not it.
i just think you should take care of yourself first.

I’m well taken care of.

[ He’s not. ]

I need sleep more than food right now… I need a day off!!
And a bed! A real mattress!

how much time do you have before you have to be at work?
if you don't stop to pick up bento

Uhhhhh
Maybe an hour?
Why?

just stop by and take a nap.
you can use my bed if you want. i sleep on the couch.

???
Huh
Wait
Is this to get out of eating or because you care?

does it matter?
you said you need a real mattress and not food.
i have a real mattress right upstairs.

For some reason I feel like I’m having to make a good or bad ending choice…

But… the temptation to sleep… maybe I’m just greedy…

just be greedy then. what's so wrong with that?

i was the one that offered.

Well
because you’re the one that offered, I guess it’d be rude of me to say nooooooo…
But I owe you lunch on my next day off!

see? that wasn't that hard.

why would you owe me anything? it's just a bed.

A bed’s luxury for a man like me.
It’s either sleeping at the desk or in my car most nights.

you said we're friends, right? sounds like you don't owe me.

[ Please don’t mind that it takes him a second to text back if only because that’s SOOOOOO CUTE TOWA JUST ACKNOWLEDGED THEY’RE FRIENDS.

He’s gotta rest his head on the table and cool it down, his cheeks are a bit flushed. When have any of his friends been cute (when he’s sober)? ]

It’ll just be a date then.
A friendly one.

[ somehow, towa only prolonged having to eat lunch. it almost worked. ]

do you even have days off?
what's a friendly date, anyway?

[ because he's never been on any sort of date, friendly ones included. ]

I have a few…
Who I’m managing has a busy schedule, so I got a lot on my plate. If it’s not that, there’s invoices…

But I don’t wanna talk about work!

?
A date between friends.
You gotta be specific these days lol.

[ that's... endearing. kind of. ]

don't worry, i don't think you're trying to date me.
do you like honey toast?

With the weather dipping that sounds really good, tbh.
You craving something sweet?

i just know a decent cafe, that's all. they're famous for it.

It’s a little hard imagining you looking up cafes and stuff.
But alright, it’s a date.

And I’ll be headed over to get my nap in!

[ why is he starting to feel embarrassed... ]

it's only a place i go to sometimes.

see you soon, then.

( from here. )

[ There's a pause, because what Jimmy says strikes a bit of bitterness that Mei himself can't seem to properly articulate. He's not wrong, and the mouthwash only brings a brief joy in forgetting their situation.

He wants to drink again.

Maybe he will just take out the trash. ]

At least none of us should be suffering from rancid smelling breath.

Our food supply is looking a little sad, though.

Small victories.

( jimmy, too, might feel some type of way about that had he not deluded himself into believing his own version of the truth. their previous captain, curly, had abandoned them. curly crashed the ship. curly went AWOL.

jimmy's doing his best to keep their crew together.

it's hard, honest work. )

What did we hire you for again?

To be a pretty face.

But something along the lines of supplies management… not that it’s really necessary, just concerned about one or two things to keep us alive at this point.

[ polle hired opps to make sure they weren’t making too many cakes obviously ]

You've got some competition there.

( no, he will not elaborate. )

Can't think of a better time for 'supplies management' than now. Still, weird expense. Pony Express normally runs these things like skeleton crews, only the bare minimum.

And they hired an inventory analyst?

( ... )

No, yeah, that checks out.

The guy who steps in when someone requests an extra pillow. Thank you for your service.

To be fair this was my last resort job. I needed the money, my interview was kinda pathetic…

Pony Express also doesn’t make the best choices.

[ Example A: both of them, for different reasons. ]

For the record I make sure all the pillows are fluffed up for max comfort before handing them out. Too bad we don’t have hardly enough to make a fort or something out of them.

[ So.

He's spent an obnoxious amount of time thinking about the types of clothes Nei wears. Even if he's currently on standby as Riku gets fashioned into another set of high-end clothing to model, he can't help his mind from wandering.

Typically he would busy himself with work on his laptop, but right now curiosity nips at him like a playful cat; coaxing, distracting. Maybe he should have considered drinking a little more last night to keep his head a little foggier - maybe it would help him from imagining Nei posted in front of the camera.

It'd probably help him from succumbing to the idea of texting her in the middle of his shift. But he also assumes that she's busy with work, killing those demon ghosts or whatever she talks about. ]

Have you ever thought about modeling before?

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( she is, indeed, working as per usual. like he should be, going by the time she gets the message. the main difference here is that he should be more engaged with doing whatever it is managers do, attending to his people and all. her job as a dispatch sword goes pretty quick in comparison.

he must be overseeing a modeling gig if this is where his mind is.. )

I know I'm pretty and all, but should you be scouting for another talent while working with one?

( which is said only partially in jest since she doubts that's where this is going. wouldn't blame him if it was a thought, though! she does have the tendency to doll up as is. )

Not seriously, to answer your question. Don't really have that kind of time.

( she already blows what little free time she has left being belligerent in his company? can't fit much more than that. )

She's seasoned and well-behaved, if anything she'd just be upset of how much more work I'd be putting on myself with another talent.

[ Since he does technically have two of them. Help. ]

You're right. You do have a busy hunting schedule going on... how are those little ghosts doing? I think I might have heard something in my walls the other day, but I also might have been drunk.

[ He was most definitely drunk while playing (gags) Apex. ]

I think you'd look cute in cosplay.

At least one of you is well-behaved.

( two??? who let this man be in charge of anything. )

Work is easy as always. What you've got sounds more like 'mice' than 'ghost', and I'm not the right person to call for that. ( unless he was just drunk, yeah.

in which case she's also the wrong person to call for that. )

And I'd look cute in anything, but I forgive you.

( <- girl who let that comment get to her head anyway....... )

Were you thinking of anything specific? Sounds like you already imagined it.

What’s that supposed to mean?

And I’ll have you know I haven’t imagined it! I’m not a pervert! I was just scrolling through what I could look up online…

But maybe something like a bunny or succubus would look good on you.
Then again seeing you in uniform wouldn’t be too bad. A nurse or police officer, then you could use props? Have you ever seen handcuffs before?

So you weren't imagining it, but you were looking it up..?

( 'i'm not a pervert' ok. arguably worse of the two options but hey.

also. wow. those options. that's quite the array huh. hope she looked cute as a bunny succubus nurse cop in his head! )

On police officers, sure. I've never used them since it's not like it'd work on the things I go against.

Are you saying that you want them used on you? Because I doubt I'd need it.

( the implication being that she thinks she could probably just pin him down, yeah, )

[ He’s trying to convince a minor to start cosplaying. One that could undoubtedly beat his grown ass but that turns him on, unfortunately. ]

Maybe not, but it’s all about the act of using them.
Plus it’ll free your hands up to do other things, like imagine having me cuffed to the table or something.

I just gotta make sure not to lose the key.

( #comship )

And is that all just part of modeling?

( listen that's how the subject was broached first. so she's just wondering! )

Yeah.

[ She gets to play coy all the time? Let him? ]

We can get your portfolio started, at least.

What do you want me to name your folder? My pretty girl? My baby?

( SHE'S the one that's coy? but she's as strait-laced as they come!! probably.

actually. she probably got it from him, if anything. exacerbated the condition. )

Huh?? Neither!! I have a name!

( ?? implying that this is fine? so wait. hold on. let her backtrack a little. she just wanted to nip that in the bud 'cause that's kinda.. embarrassing..... so it's gotta stop. )

As if! Just because you know the industry doesn't mean you should blatantly lie to me about it!! There's no way that's what they actually do! I don't think gravure models do that stuff either??

( but how tf would she know. )

No, you’re right. I thought I’d just tease you a little.

But it’s good that you know not to fall for that kind of stuff. Don’t trust anyone that says they’ll just take photos of you for free, either.

[ Lecturing her feels a little redundant, but it also comes naturally to him. Nei isn’t gullible, but given their situation he can’t help but feel a little concerned - somehow the average human is more dangerous to him than a maga. ]

So what if I said I just wanted to keep it for myself?

Pretty sure that's how you go missing. ( he's not entirely wrong anyway. maga or not, plenty of people disappear around the district due to man-made causes, and she was almost sold once already, so.. that's a lesson learned!

but anyway. )

So, what, the lesson here is to trust the ones that charge for it?

( facetious.. )

In that case I'll ask how you intend to take pictures if you're going to be a bit tied up.

Don’t do that either.

Okay, fine, if you ever want to get into modeling or anything you have to tell me first. And I’m being serious.

[ He knows reliable people and maybe a proper manager that won’t have an inappropriate relationship with their talent. ]

Oh, so it’s nothing you ever tried before…
Hmmm. I mean it takes a bit of setup but I know how to make it work.

That seems like cheating somehow, like I'm cutting in line or something, so no way! If I'm going to get into modeling, I can figure all that out. If I wanted to.

Which I wont. I like my job, and I'm really, really good at it.

( ..... ... ? ?? )

Why would I have tried something like that before??

Maybe not having been tied up, but you must have had a timer on your phone or recorded something before.

Yeah, but I've never needed to let go of it.

( ..... wait a minute, )

You want to record it??? That's a little different than just some pictures!

( not that she's camera shy or anything but still!! )

We don’t have to if you’re embarrassed.

[ Not everyone likes being recorded… they don’t wanna see any ugly faces from odd angles.

Mei wouldn’t know what that felt like, though. ]

Now wait hold on a minute I didn't say that! Why would I be embarrassed?? I know I'm cute.

( like, excuse you! )

Just for that maybe I should say you get one picture so you better make it count.

( ??? what's she even being spiteful for.. )

[ Why does he feel like he just mind-gamed her into cosplaying and nudes… ]

So should I get you an outfit to wear?

( because getting her to do most things is some kind of mindgame probably.. )

I won't wear it if it's ugly, just so you know.

You don’t trust me to get something cute?
I’m the one that came up with the idea.

But since you’re dressing up, maybe I should too.

How am I supposed to know how you dress girls?

Well, yeah! It'd only be fair! I can't be the only one dressing up!! I figured that was a given.

I dress myself pretty well, don't I?
I'm pretty confident that I can pull together something decent.

Hm...
Which would you prefer: nurse/doctor or rabbit/wolf.

I either see you in work clothes or you look like a delinquent, so.

( not that they're Bad Looks they just don't really fit Her. )

Then again I guess you do work with people whose job is to look good so I'll trust you with that.

( hmm.. )

How does the second one even work? It's not like they wear clothes. Ears and tail don't seem like much of a cosplay..?

Hey, take that back. I've not once looked like a delinquent my entire life and I take a lot of pride in that!

[ He's always looked like trouble, but never the type where anyone would want to avoid him. Even if he did make an effort to ignore others once he realized that they wanted more from him than he was willing to offer. ]

You're putting a lot of thought into this for someone who wasn't originally interested. Are you sure this isn't a secret fantasy of yours?

How many piercings do you have again?

( it's not even that..... her bar for grouping someone into the delinquent pile is just THAT low.... )

Hey! I was just asking about the logistics! My question makes sense if you really think about it!!

I'm picking the first one then since the second one sounds like a trick.

The amount of piercings I have has no correlation to being a delinquent? Are you basing this off of a drama??

I guess the trick would be me trying to eat you up, huh.

No, of course not. You take them out for a reason, don't you?

( ok maybe a little but like. she's not wrong?? )

Animals don't wear clothes was my logic, but that too. You already know you can't bite me though!

Because I need to be presentable for my job, yeah. That’s just the negatives to being an adult with an office job.

[ And yeah, he knows this. Nei set the rules and he’ll follow them, unlike a delinquent from one of her dramas. ]

How’s work?

All done, of course! As if these slowpokes could keep me for long!
For the actual cleanup part, anyway. I still have to get back and write about it.

What about you? Can't be that busy if you're looking at cosplay during.

It’s not that busy, yeah. I’ve already done my part so really it’s just waiting for the photoshoot itself to end.

But you’re so right. I should find something to do and stop letting you plague my thoughts like a little gremlin.

Excuse you! Who are you calling a little gremlin?? Thinking about me isn't a bad thing!

Well apparently it gives off the impression that hardly working.

[ Even though that’s exactly what’s going on. ]

Do you only like it when I call you by your name?

Thinking about me and looking at cosplay are two different things!!

( ? )

Why would I want to be called by anything other than my name? Isn't it short enough?

[ So he can’t call her a little pink gremlin (endearing), huh… ]

You say that but will you bite if I call you Nei-chan?

( no!!! he absolutely cannot!! at least pick something cuter! )

You'd like it if I bit you so no.
What's wrong with my name?

And what about you? You'd hate it if people just gave you a different name, wouldn't you?

You make me sound like such a pervert. Have I done something to make you upset?? I’m sowwy…

Riku calls me Mei-chan so not really.

?
But it's true.

( stop don't 'i'm sowwy' her!! )

Why do you want to call me Nei-chan so bad anyway? My name is cute enough as it is.

[ There’s a moment of disappointment, something that makes him both confused and embarrassed. Immediately he buries his head in his hands and catches a few wandering eyes that ultimately decide to ignore him.

It’s Mei. He’s stressed. It’s work. There’s always work. ]

You’re right.

[ But he’s not a boy. He’s a lowly adult that needs to detach. ]

Nei-chan, are you going to be busy tonight?

Edited 2025-09-24 23:42 (UTC)

( he went and did it anyway!!

well. it's better than nei baby, which she's given up on correcting.. )

Unless Yoki has something else for me to do, I was going to go train.

Why, do you wanna come with?

( listen. yes. she knows. she's asking anyway. )

[ Yeah!! If he does things she doesn’t like she’ll leave, right??? ]

???
I don’t know what help I’m gonna do with your training…

[ But he also doesn’t want to say no. Stupid. He’s stupid. ]

Where at?

( ok that's her bad probably. it's hard to tell when she's fucking with someone because of how rare it is, )

I'm not actually going to make you train with me!

( bringing a civilian on base would also be a Little bit insane. )

I don't go too late since I have to eat dinner and stuff anyway.
Did you want me to come over?

( ..... )

I don't own any cosplay, before you ask me to bring any.

open / overflow.

tfln overflow.

nei | nintendog

thank you for moving us!!

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me dropping my phone like hello

i’m sorry he really does just talk like that

i'm crying why is he like this

he’s a slut

I SEE.. it's always the bookish looking ones........

the second the glasses come off they go wild

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i missed my train stop writing this. i needed you to know.

LMAO NOOOO it's all mei's fault

when i looked up and realized i was four stops out i was like. hm. that is not correct.

that is not correct but... you made it....

yes. and alive to write smut another day

wait maybe i should finally put a nsfw tag on this... finally

'finally' damn ur right i could've edged us both harder

yeah just four more months of blue balls tbh

(me saying this like it didn't take us like ~60 tags to get here) yeah we could've gone longer

100 more wouldn't have killed anyone

you get it fr...

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i live

hiiii i was just thinking abt u the other day like dam i hope they're ok

i got slammed and distracted by otome games

me nodding like and depending on the otome also getting slammed there

fdsjfkja tbf that part was a surprise

LMAO help.. it's ok. same. but i fucked mine up... how am i gonna jpeg this man now.

load save file 69

damn u right

https://youtu.be/pD8mxge6kek?si=IZMnrArNNre4SAZT

HEY DADDY? (DADDYS HOME)? HELP?

daddy's home... i'm reminded that i saw this man at a meeting for work

icb i forgot you were talking about usher

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once again............. this got wildly out of hand. the yapper

:)

j3 | indifference

https://x.com/lolallalskd/status/1875623188144779769

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