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... )
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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