Phoenix Wright Kink Meme [Part Two]
PHOENIX WRIGHT KINK MEME!
ANONYMOUSLY post a pairing and a kink. This meme is open to ALL pairings and ALL kinks. Yaoi, Yuri and het is welcome here. Fluffy kinks, gory kinks, gross kinks what have you. It's all welcome here. It. Doesn't. Matter. Just post it, Anons!
After that, your request will be filled out by ANONYMOUSIf you make a request, ( Read more... )
ANONYMOUSLY post a pairing and a kink. This meme is open to ALL pairings and ALL kinks. Yaoi, Yuri and het is welcome here. Fluffy kinks, gory kinks, gross kinks what have you. It's all welcome here. It. Doesn't. Matter. Just post it, Anons!
After that, your request will be filled out by ANONYMOUSIf you make a request, ( Read more... )
"You're crazy."
"So are you, 'cause here you are. And I know..." And her free hand moved downwards, ran along Juana's hip, again between her legs despite how she tried to get away. "You want to be here. Bodies don't lie, dude."
Fuck, think of something to say. "Neither does yours," in a frustrated gasp. "I can feel how much you're getting off on this, you're sitting right on top of me. You're fucked up."
That took a bit of the wind out of her sails - Mattea huffed and put her hands on her hips, theatrically offended. "That any way to talk to someone who's about to do what I'm going to do?"
"What are you going to do?" That came out quicker and a bit more afraid than Juana had intended or would have liked. At that glimmer of weakness in her voice, Mattea broke out in one of those horrible, sadistic smiles that she knew all too well.
"I'm going to make you beg, dude."
"Like hell you are, I'll never-"
The slap cut her off, her words choked into a gasp as she bit her tongue, another few moments of stunned disorientation with paralyzing fury at her doing such a thing, who did she think she was slapping her, and Mattea took that opportunity to move. When her vision cleared, Juana tried to sit up, prop up her arms, get away, find the keys to these damn things, and she felt hands tighten around her thighs.
Her heart lept in her throat, adrenaline burned her face red, she could feel her shoulders beneath her legs, her nails digging in, breath between them, goddammit, goddammit this wasn't happening, this wasn't happening again-
"Don't-" Juana managed to get out before her breath caught in an involuntary gasp when her tongue touched her. "Ah- don't- ah fuck-"
No, this was just what Mattea wanted, this was just what she wanted her to do, she wanted her to lie there all moans and groans while she did her work so she could laugh at her afterwards, mock her for giving in, for wanting it and she did not want it, she did not want this. Maybe her body wanted it but she did not, Juana was resolute on this point. She couldn't give in, she couldn't let her win at this. Like Mattea was any good at this anyway, she was terrible at it, just like she was at every... thing...
Fuck her. She knew exactly what she was doing. She knew what she was doing, she wasn't playing a waiting game. She didn't linger on the outskirts of her clit, building up to an eventual climax, she wasn't going to be gentle and why would she? She attacked her, which was the only thing she ever did - she pressed hard with her tongue, sucked with her lips, prodded with the tip, all of it too direct to the point where it hurt and of course, that's what she wanted. It hurt and Juana cursed at her, struggled to move away from her but her nails only dug deeper into her thighs.
Her body was responding, she didn't want it to, and as much as she would never admit it to anyone ever, it wasn't like their fighting earlier hadn't already gotten her started. This was the worst fucking foreplay in the world - okay, maybe Mattea had a point about both of them being really fucked up. Juana grunted, strained to break the cuffs that held her hands, threw her head back with a furious frustrated sound.
Mattea laughed at her, the smug fucking bitch. She could hear and feel it on her skin, on her body, a horrible knowing chuckle.
"Fuck you- ngh-" Juana struggled and she just moved with her, still laughing, obviously enjoying her distress. How could being eaten out be this fucking infuriating? Mattea paused for a second, deliberately luring her into a few moments of complacency only to prompt a shocked, long gasp as she licked her way upwards from the bottom back to the top, all too close to actually being inside her, fuck-
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Juana opened her mouth to retort but then Mattea pressed her tongue back to her clit again and words turned into garbled, furious sounds instead. She arched her back, hissing, teeth clenched, and now she really was fucking with her, she'd lightened up the pressure and sped up her movement, a soft fluttering that felt, that felt, fuck if anyone could ever know about this she would take it to her grave, that felt fucking amazing, and-
Juana was gasping, she could feel heat rising and she struggled to keep it down, think about anything, something else, anything else, she couldn't let this happen, fuck, there had to be some way not to think about this, and instead she lifted her head up and opened her eyes hazily, and over the rise and fall of her breasts she could see Engarde's head between her legs, the whitening areas under her fingers where she gripped her thighs so tightly, her eyes closed in apparent concentration on her task, and for a moment the exact circumstances of the situation eluded her and she was struck with wonder at the thought that holy fuck, Mattea Engarde was eating her pussy and somehow she was supposed to be the loser in this scenario. What the hell was wrong with the both of them?
She was close, Juana was really close now, and she was trying so, so hard not to make any noise, as hard as she'd ever tried to do anything, her muscles straining against the cuffs, to get away, but there was only so much she could do. Thin whines kept working their way into her breaths, furious indignant traces that kept making Engarde chuckle to herself, the smug fucker. No, she didn't want to give in to this, even if it felt amazing and even if the thought of Mattea Engarde eating her out (under much reversed circumstances) was way, way, way too hot, she wasn't going to give her the satisfaction. She wasn't, she wasn't, she wasn't, and there was a tinge of desperation in her whines as she realized that maybe this wasn't something she could actually do.
Then Mattea stopped, and before she could even think about it, Juana shouted, "What the fuck?" at her. In response, Mattea looked up and she realized now that she'd moved her hair out of her face, she could see both of her eyes now, the ugly scars running down her eyebrow and her cheek but Juana's eyes were drawn down instead to how her mouth and lower face were glistening. There was that terrible, terrible smile.
"Beg for it."
"What?!" Even though she knew exactly what she meant right after she said it. Mattea licked her lips, and she shuddered a little involuntarily.
"Beg me for it. To keep going."
She must have known her answer before she said it. "No!"
It didn't faze her in the least. "You know you will eventually. Why not just give in now? It's not like you have any staying power." And she dragged one hand down her thighs, leaving a trail of long scratchmarks and causing Juana to groan through gritted teeth. "I give you five minutes, tops."
"You'll never do it," Juana panted. "You're fucking terrible at this."
Her mouth quirked up into a smirk that she would have given anything to be able to smack right off her face. "Whatever, dude."
"Ngh-" And she was back on her again, why did she have to be good at this? Of all the fucking awful things about her, she had to be good at this. She must have been able to hear how the sounds Juana made changed pitch as she changed her technique - she shifted from the soft fluttering to harsh licks that dragged across her skin, that pressed too hard and too close, that ached and made her writhe, and eventually even growl out "You asshole, stop it, that hurts-" even though they both knew that would accomplish absolutely nothing and that it hurting was precisely the point. Even something this intimate was just another way to hurt the other.
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Mattea shifted her head, moved a little upwards and pressed in just such a way in just such a place and it shot through Juana's whole body, a jangling frightened feeling that prompted a loud gasp as much as she tried to fight it down, and fuck, she heard that, she must have heard that. And of course Mattea would stop just when she found it, just when her body was arching towards her for it, just to spite her, just to take that breather and smugly mutter some dickish comment. "You like that, huh?"
"Fuck you!" Furious and breathless, renewing her attempts to get away from her now that she'd found a weakpoint, and Mattea laughed and shifted her arms from outside to inside, forcing her legs further apart. Juana groaned unconsciously, but the cursing was definitely planned. "Don't-"
"That's right, you spread your legs for me." Almost painfully so, a quick touch with her tongue cutting off anything Juana had to say, breathing her words against her clit. "Like you fucking want it."
"Ff-" She wouldn't let her talk, she kept cutting her off, of course she had to know she was doing it, she had to, she had to be enjoying those choked off gasps when she touched her lips to her, the furious whines when she spread her more open with her fingers so her tongue could work unhindered, what a fucking bitch, who did something like that- fuck, why did this feel like this, fuck, she couldn't let her win, she couldn't let her know, she had to keep it down, she had to-
There was that rising heat again, the tingling feeling building, pressure and adrenaline rising in preparation, no no no, and then, and then again Mattea stopped, sudden and calmly moved her head and fucking mouth away from her, and Juana took a few seconds to comprehend what had happened and then arched her back and made a furious, frustrated, anguished sound through her teeth.
"What's that?" If Mattea could have spared the hand, she would have put it to her ear like a fucking douche no doubt. "Something on your mind, Corrida?"
"F-, f-, fuck you, I-I won't, nnngh, I, I won't-" Juana struggled to fight it back down, to stop her body from rising, from trying to press Mattea's mouth back onto her, the unconscious movement of her hips towards her, even her body betrayed her now, what kind of fucking justice was this. She gasped for breath, struggled to calm her heart, to clear her head, to think of something, anything else, get away, focus and instead Mattea touched her with her tongue again, once, and the noise Juana made was terrible, her body straining up to meet her despite everything she did not to. And that was all, Mattea sat back again, and Juana panted and cursed and struggled to get away from her, to break free, to do something.
"Just admit you want it, Corrida," Mattea said, god that fucking smug tone of voice, she could not hate this woman more, "It's pretty obvious, don't you think?"
Juana struggled to think, she couldn't let this happen, she couldn't let her win, she had to say, she had to say something, something clever, something, put thoughts together again Juana, think of something. "Better things- do with your mouth-" was all that came out, although in her head it had been much more of a devastating put-down.
"You want it, Corrida, admit it." Smooth like she already knew she'd won. "You want to be here like this, fucking at my mercy like you always are. You want me to fuck you so bad, it's pathetic."
"Never, I'll never- I'll never-" Maybe she'd lose everything else, but she wasn't going to lose this. Juana was never going to give up, not to her. Never to her, no matter what.
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And it began again, a growingly familiar pattern. She teased her too hard, pushed her limits, brought her up on a mix of pain and physical response, let her kick and struggle and curse at her for a while, and then she'd smooth out her touch, find that terrible place that jolted right through her spine, move her tongue in fucking horrible ways that Juana hated, she hated it, she couldn't- she couldn't help it, her hips moved up towards her, tried to press against her, sensed her coming close and wanted to finish as much as she tried to fight, as she stuttered out insults when she could find the sense of mind to do so, and when she moved up to meet her Mattea would move away, would soften and slow her tongue so she was barely touching her and Juana's movements would get even more desperate, and then she'd laugh at her and it was so infuriating that she thought at any minute she'd explode, she didn't know she could ever feel this angry. Juana would curse, and Mattea would mock and tease but would come back eventually, and for a few very brief moments things would line up, things would be completely perfect, Mattea would be doing things just right and Juana would be moving against her and the rhythm matched and everything felt so fucking good and all rational thought would leave and then, and then...
Mattea would break away, just before it would break over her, and Juana would scream with pure frustration and they'd trade barbs back and forth, restate their positions, and it would begin again and she wasn't sure how much more she could take of this, her body was starting to wear out, she was getting oversensitized, her emotions were running ragged, and surely Mattea had to be getting tired by now, how much longer could she keep this up?
She couldn't remember how many times they'd gone through the cycle when Mattea pulled away from her again when she was so close and she felt tears stinging her eyes, helpless and furious and even more angry that the cracks in her resolve were showing, and more than anything, Juana couldn't let her see that. She could never let her see that, Mattea could not see her cry, never ever. It was her absolute last limit - anything would be better than that. And to keep her from seeing it, Mattea had to keep her head where it was, between her legs with her eyes closed, and Juana had to make a decision before she looked up and saw the tracks running down her face.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," more in frustration than anything else, at getting to this point, at Mattea doing this to her, fuck her, how dare she, she had no choice, she had to, fuck, she had to, "fuck you, fuck you you, you, fuck, just-"
"Mmhmm?" As best she could without moving her mouth from what she was doing. Juana couldn't let her look up, she had to do it, goddammit. The alternative was worse.
"Keep, keep- ngh- keep," Try and breathe, Juana, at least, keep it together. "Keep, keep going-"
"Is that what I think it is?" No, Mattea was going to look up if she kept talking, and Juana leaned her head back as far as she could in hopes that she wouldn't be able to make out much that way. "Keep doing what, huh? Be extra clear."
"Ngh- fuck you, Engarde- just, fuck me, fuck me-"
"And what's the magic word?"
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When it hit, she was helpless, all her plans and resolutions and promises completely torn apart. Juana thrust her hips against her tongue, her body quaked, she threw her head back and cried out in pure relief, a long and loud sound that dwindled into a shaky, fluttering gasp. Warmth coursed through her, a swarm of pinpricks in its wake, her face tingling, her mouth dry, aftershocks causing her body to spasm in quick shivers against Mattea's hands, her face, her mouth with trembling moans. She thought she heard something like an "mmm" from her down there, which caused another full-body shudder she couldn't control with a soft groan.
Christ, she couldn't remember the last time she got off that hard, and it was because of her, fucking goddammit. Every time she thought she couldn't hate her more, she did something like this and shoved her into some brand new chasm of fucking loathing. Juana lay there gasping for breath, flushed all over, too spent now to try and get away from her, and Mattea slowly sat up, letting Juana's legs frame her hips. She looked down at her, deliberately, waiting for her to meet her eyes before wiping her mouth with one hand, evidence of her victory all over her face.
"Told you," she said, satisfied, and she sucked some of the fluid off her fingers. "I'll say this for you, Corrida, at least you're fucking delicious."
Juana stared at her, furious and embarrassed somehow, in spite of it all, trying to think of something to say and all that came out was, "Go to Hell."
"It was a compliment!" Mattea shrugged, exaggerated and theatric as usual. "One bright side to the fucking mess you made all over me. I told you you'd give in, dude. You always do." She tilted her head, a finger lingering on her lips, her eyes slitted with that terrible smile that always came with inflicting pain. "I always win."
There was nothing worse than when Mattea was right.
"Well..." Juana panted, struggling to find some way to recover and there, she found it, she had it, she had it, and she smiled back up at her, matching her. "At least I got to see you eating me out like a bitch, so that's a fucking point for me, isn't it?"
There was a moment where it struck home, an offended flicker in her eyes, before she found her response and it was smoothed away, that smirk was back. "You never know when you're beat, Corrida. It's the worst thing about you, you know." A moment, and she slowly, deliberately licked one of her fingers, and Juana shuddered again even though she didn't want to, goddammit. "Or maybe the best, whatever. Doesn't matter."
"You're really fucked up, Engarde."
"Not as fucked up as you. So I guess there is something you can win at." A moment, and she wiped her face again, drawing off the sheen onto her fingers and licking them just to be fucking terrible, making sure Juana was watching and she could feel her stomach tightening unconsciously, Christ she was such an asshole. "Mmm. Do your fans know how much you like getting your pussy eaten?" She looked down at her again, mock pity in the set-up for her own terrible punchline. "No, most of yours would like to do it themselves, wouldn't they? All those sad women. Must be that butch dyke thing you have going on, they must eat that shit up."
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"At least my fans actually like me." As dark as Juana could manage.
Silence.
After what felt like eons, Mattea finally moved, broke eye contact to pull off her jacket and the thin black shirt beneath, revealing a pair of breasts in a lacy bra that were, absolutely, smaller than Juana's, she was sure of it. "You really bring this on yourself, you know that?"
"You broke into my hotel room to handcuff and fuck me. I'm the only thing in your fucked up head you care about, aren't I?"
Mattea sat up on her knees, felt around the side of her white skirt until she found a zipper and pulled it down, and things snapped into sudden clarity and Juana swallowed, renewed her efforts to break free to no avail. This was turning out to be a long night.
"At least your fucking stupid mouth will be good for something for a while."
then i was going to write juana eating HER out but this is already way too long as it is christ
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Maybe you can pet my cat in your imagination if you continue. BUT PLEASE CONTINUE I BEG OF YOU!
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