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mei sashinami ([personal profile] undermanage) wrote2025-01-05 04:28 pm

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[personal profile] nintendog 2025-02-09 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
( 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.
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[personal profile] nintendog 2025-02-11 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
( 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. )
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[personal profile] nintendog 2025-02-16 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
( 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.
)
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hiiii i was just thinking abt u the other day like dam i hope they're ok

[personal profile] nintendog 2025-03-05 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
( 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. )
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me nodding like and depending on the otome also getting slammed there

[personal profile] nintendog 2025-03-07 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
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.
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LMAO help.. it's ok. same. but i fucked mine up... how am i gonna jpeg this man now.

[personal profile] nintendog 2025-03-09 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
( 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? )
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damn u right

[personal profile] nintendog 2025-03-15 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
( 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.
)
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HEY DADDY? (DADDYS HOME)? HELP?

[personal profile] nintendog 2025-05-04 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
( 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.. )
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icb i forgot you were talking about usher

[personal profile] nintendog 2025-05-25 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
( 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? )
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[personal profile] nintendog 2025-05-28 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
( 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. )
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[personal profile] nintendog 2025-05-28 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
( 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.
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once again............. this got wildly out of hand. the yapper

[personal profile] nintendog 2025-06-07 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
( 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. )