how much can you take before you break?;

[takumina]

( he likes to take his time with her because he can, because she often lets him until she doesn't, until he's pushed her so far beyond what she wants to handle and she tries to effectively take matters into her own hands, which is endearing in its own right, but there's something he has in mind this time around and he's going to see it through if it kills him.

or just renders them both on the questionable side of exhausted, that much remains to be seen, but they've only just started and he's not about to stop anytime soon.

he's already teased her to the point of her protests beginning to crop up, a whine that he's taking too long and a sigh that he's sure is accompanied by the roll of her eyes as he bids her get on her hands and knees, bare as she's ever been in front of him and just as beautiful aside, miles of pale skin already mottled with a myriad bite marks and blossoming bruises in both the shape of his mouth and his fingers, and he gives a quiet hold on as he quickly slicks two fingers and seeks to press them into her ass. just quick and efficient enough to replace those digits with a flared plug, something that will both stimulate her and keep her open, and only when it's firmly nestled into place does he lean down over her, hooking his chin over a shoulder to nose at the edge of her jaw to check on her. )

Not too much, is it?

( he trusts her to tell him if it is, because she's never hesitated before even if he has a tendency to test her limits, knowing full well that she can take a lot and she does at any given moment when he's in a mood to tease her, and it just so happens that he's in one of those moods now, having set a cock ring in place well before they'd even started, and with everything he has in mind to do to her —

she just might end up cursing his entire family by the end of it, but we'll see, won't we?

he nuzzles the line of her throat as he slips a hand between her thighs to press the pad of his thumb hard against her clit, two fingers sliding into her almost effortlessly with how slick she is already, and he can't help the groan that slips up from the back of his throat as he feels her tense around those digits, tight for the sake of what he knows her body wants, and still he lingers. hesitates. )

Oh … ( he presses his fingers deeper, as deeply as he's able and he massages that sensitive spot at her core, purring against the shell of her ear as he nips at the lobe. ) You want me that badly, hm~?

( he is well aware that he's being an absolute bastard about this, but he promises it will be worth it by the end of it. )

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[eighthandled]

[ Megumi's long come to terms with the fact that she may actually love this man. This was the man who gave her everything, after all - a roof over her head, food on the table, the chance to continue her education, and safety, from a miserable life in the Zenin. This was the man who also showed her that there was pleasure to be had in sharing intimacy, in allowing herself to be held. There is nothing that Megumi would not do for this man, but sometimes?

He could be so infuriating. Especially when they were alone in the bedroom, and he's insisting to drag things out to the point she's ready to hit something (him, probably). To this day, she didn't understand why he seemed to enjoy prolonging things, why he would delay his own gratification and instead take his time exploring every inch of her body and peppering that fair skin with reddened marks. There was no denying that it was good, that the kisses left her breathless and wanting, but she would often come to a point she's so overwhelmed and impatient she's practically kicking at her heels. The older man is in such a mood today. Though the position is compromising, the bid to get on all fours is obeyed with little resistance, if only because she's so eager at this point to be filled in any sort of way. She's pulsing within, wanting onto to feel that familiar stretch of him pushing into her, but then he decides to pay her a different sort of attention ...

The long fingers pushing into her ass have her gasping, thighs quivering at the tight sensation. It isn't the first time, so she's reasonably trained, but with her much smaller body, it always felt like a tight fit when he would enter her. ]

It's fine ... Hurry up. [ As she's said over, and over and over. The older man doesn't often tell her what he's in a particular mood for, but this is reason enough to anticipate being thoroughly filled today - being satisfied at both ends. Just the thought was making her wetter, face flushing red in arousal as her insides continued to throb. The plug provides stimulation within, but it's too small - doing nothing more than keeping her open and teasing what was to come. God, it's all just taking too long.

And the rude fingers on her clit, massaging deep into her insides, make her give out a yelp, hands momentarily giving way as she falls to her elbows with her ass still raised in the air. He keeps going, because she knows exactly where her good spots are, and it keeps stimulating her, teasing her closer and closer to a potential finish she doesn't want. The plug doesn't help. That filled sensation was only making things worse. ]

Nngh ... You're saying some unfair things. [ You put her toy in her ass, you're abusing her clit and also massaging her insides, and you're asking why she's wet? ]

[takumina]

( he has loved her. he has loved her from the beginning though perhaps, then, it had been different from what it is now; it had gone from his constant invasion of her personal space to gain attention to helping her figure out what felt good, in every aspect of touch, what brings her to the very edge of her pleasure and what tips her over —

it's been something he's long since committed to memory, what makes her press into him and what makes her tighten around his fingers, and maybe he isn't playing fair this time around, but he's not about to stop now.

he drags things out with her because she lets him, suffers any and everything he thinks to put her through because he knows when she can't ( or won't ) handle certain things, and when she does?

it's almost like his personal playground, if he were to think of it so cruelly but he doesn't, only that she lets him in and in and in, and he's not about to take that for granted.

hurry up.

he chuckles against the back of her neck, warm and soft as he rocks against her teasingly, the length of his cock slipping between her thighs as he presses his fingers deeper inside her with a low groan in the back of his throat, wanting so badly to be inside her, but …

he might be testing just how much she can take. ) Am I~?

( he lilts as he rocks against her, his fingers still pressing deep inside, his mouth on her pulse.

he knows he's being unfair —

but she knows he'll always follow through, no matter how long he draws this out. )

[eighthandled]

[ Satoru already knows where all her good spots are at this point of time, and he seems hell bent on not neglecting them. He's pushing further inside with those stupidly long fingers of him, prying her tightness open and stimulating her from within. It makes her thighs quiver, as she grips the sheets and gasps softly. It makes her rock back against his fingers in that less than proper way, thrusting him into her body so she's treated to more of that press up against her insides. She likes it so deep she can barely form words, so overwhelming that she doesn't have time to think about anything else but this man. She rarely expresses what she wants, but it's clear in those little gasps and the wetness within whenever he presses deeply into her.

The addition of the plug makes it a different sensation than usual. Like being thoroughly filled, even if also isn't enough. With just this, how the plug presses up against her when her hips are moved into a rock, it feels like she might teeter over the edge if she's not careful, and she doesn't want to come too quickly.

There's an exasperated huff at his sing-song voice, but he knows she's not capable of ever being genuinely angry at him. ] Don't play dumb ...

[ He knows what he's doing to her. There's a sigh, and she rocks back against him, getting used to the stimulation. ]

Two is ... a weird feeling. [ She's never been filled in the back and the front, so it's a lot, to say the least. ]

[takumina]

( he doesn't want her to be proper, not now, not when they're coming together like this and she lets him take liberties, or at the very least doesn't protest too much when he presses her limits, because he knows what she can take and what she can't.

at least … he'd known before this little experiment, and if it ends up being too much for her, he'll stop. she only has to tell him as much and he will, but they haven't reached that point yet, and he's only going to keep pushing and pushing and pushing until she bids him to stop.

he loves when her thighs shake, when she presses back into him to get more of the length of his fingers inside her, the press of the plug inside her ass filling her so completely and he loves when she's shameless in chasing down her pleasure. he's made her a glutton for it in some ways, made her realize what she likes and what she doesn't and what makes her absolutely mad for more, and there is a part of him that holds that close to his own heart, because he can't think of anyone else touching her like this.

but that's neither here nor there.

he pulls back, just a little, enough to brush some of her hair away from her neck and press a heated kiss against the curve of a shoulder, pulling his fingers free just as long as he needs to free himself from the confines of his pants, making short work of button and zipper and hissing low in the back of his throat at how hard he is already, just listening to the small sounds of pleasure she makes, the feel of her beneath his hands, god.

it makes him dizzy. she makes him dizzy, starving as he is for her at any given time. he presses the length of his cock between her thighs with a hum, a rough sound that catches just behind his teeth as he rolls his hips. )

Is it too much?