This was...
Boring.Hot, heavy - wet and slick. But boring. The air between them was a mixture of breath, sweat and the scent of sex and bedsheet. Cotton bedsheets, which were soft against the scarred skin of her back and ass. Deftly, Minatsuki raised her legs and locked her ankles upon the lower back of her bedmate - her fuck buddy, as the
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There was no mistaking that Minato was utterly wrapped around the Deadman's little finger, anyway; when she said stop, he stopped. When she said harder, he went harder. But when she complained about something hurting...that was a very new one, and cause for enough concern to stop immediately and look up at her face again. Minato withdrew himself, blinking.
Something...was different. Something felt different. Weird.
"What is it?"
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...well, the teen had some idea of just what was wrong. But that was so far fetched - it was ridiculous, in he'd opinion. Minatsuki was just about as far from virgin as one could get - at least in her opinion. So this...this had to just be a hiccup. Maybe she was even overthinking the sex, and hadn't been wet enough. That happened, right? But that sensation was usually just a little uncomfortable - a small bit of unwanted friction, not the pointed sensation of -
tearing.
"Nothing." The brunette swallowed, gingerly unhooking her legs from around his back and - oh, that hurt, too, even with him withdrawing from her passage - a bit tighter than usual, perhaps, Minato? - made to sit up, her back off the mattress; a much more defensive posture than on her back in light of the weakness she was showing by even admitting that, hey, it hurt. "T - fuck, get away from me," the Deadman insisted. After all, what part of hurt didn't he quite ( ... )
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So, it was a mystery. He stayed calm, however, just regarding her with those pale grey eyes...surely it hadn't been a lack of foreplay? Man, he had no idea. Or...she just wasn't in the mood now. Yeah. He could go with that- seemed sensible.
"...we can stop, if you want."
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"Wha - no," Minatsuki insisted, shifting uncomfortable. The light ghosted over her exposed breasts, and they jiggled ever so slightly, nipples still pert and erect.
"No - no, I'm fine." The teen gestured vaguely. "Can we just...do it another way? Like - me on top."
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And maybe it's not entirely uncommon for her to tell him to stop-- to stop teasing her, to stop going down on her and fuck her instead, to stop kissing her, but this? Now? Never. Something's... different. Off. And that makes Ishida freeze a moment, then pull back, frowning, genuine concern in his eyes.
"Minatsuki-chan?"
His first guess was that she was, for some reason, sore.
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"O - ow, fuck - take it out. Out." The brunette was not yet screaming, but her voice was harsh, and deep. "G - pull out."
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"I'm trying-- Minatsuki-chan, are you alright?
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"I'm fine - fine! Just get away from me!" Something about this pain made her so unwanting of even his proximity; nor his kisses or well wishes.
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"You're not just yanking my chain?" He sounded skeptical to say the least, but he did pull back a bit. "That really did hurt?"
[OOC: Awesome! More Mina! I only wish Lyon was enough of an asshole to just take her anyway. XD ]
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But, oh, how she wished she was yanking his chain. That would be so much easier - to lie about something as embarrassing as this. And eve as she wished as much, it was far from painless. Perhaps they simply lacked the proper foreplay but...she certainly felt wet enough - slick, hot and damp. And it was a different pain... One less indicative unwanted friction, but of...hot, painful tearing.
Minatsuki favored him with no response to his questions, rather an irritable; "Pull it out. Pull it out now."
Although that, in itself, was an answer.
[ooc: yaaaaay! long time no see, mon cheri~!]
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"What's wrong? What's hurting so damn much that we have to stop?" Lyon actually had an inkling of what the problem was since he'd "deflowered" his share of girls over the years, but since he knew Mina was well past that stage he wanted to hear it from her first before he said anything.
[OOC: I would have contacted you sooner, but RL got crazy right after the first of the year and stayed that way for quite a while, and then after that I went a little crazy and was swamped with tags. Thankfully I had ( ... )
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"It just hurt," the brunette snapped in return, answering his question with a skirting response. And a groan.
She had an inkling as well. But that was...stupid. Impossible. Impossibly stupid, and for that reason she would not even entertain the idea. So? So Minatsuki instantly blamed Lyon instead.
"What'd - what'd you fucking do to me?"
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He grimaced, licked his lips, then simply kept on going. There was no genuine interest in his partner's pain, and he may have even found it entertaining. Whatever the case, he was certainly making the effort to pound her harder and harder, as if he was waiting to hear her squeal.
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A snarl built up in her throat, and her fingers twitched ever so slightly as to allow her nails to dig into his flesh angrily.
"I said stop," the brunette growled angrily, her teeth audibly snapping together as the Deadman worked to not scream. "It - stop. It hurts."
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Anyway, he just lathered, rinsed, and repeated what he was already doing. Sure, it hurt for her, but damn, he'd be lying if he said this wasn't heaven. He leaned forward for a good lick to her cheek, then redirected his tongue to prance about the contours of her neck and collar. After some time, he stopped to lick his lips and sigh contentedly.
"Weakness is leaving the body. Why not relish in it before it subsides?"
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A snarl spread across her lips, teeth clenched as the slight brunette still tried to push him away. Her hair raised, pushing at his face in hoped of the pain cause by an awkwardly bent neck would cause him to stop. Even if it got him mad and made him hit her, it'd be better than this.
"I'm - not weak. I - ugh! Get off me you fuck!"
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