The sigh makes her gaze flicker up to his face, interested and pleased, wanting to draw out further noise from him. Could she make him moan, like he's made her? Could she have him pleading for more, breathless and wanting? She's sure she could--she knows how to torture someone with pain, surely with pleasure couldn't be so hard to figure out? It'd probably even be easier.
The sudden tearing of fabric hits her hard and leaves her stunned by the sudden violent action. Her eyes go wide and her heart pounds in her throat, mouth dropped open in surprise. But the gaze she levels on Dazai darkens and she doesn't recoil away, instead pressing up against his fingers eagerly, breath coming out in soft pants. It had startled her a little, sure, but the potential for violence that laid under such an act only really seemed to excite hermore. Dimly she thinks that it's a bad thing he ripped the skirt like that, but that's a problem for future Mikan.
Present Mikan is too busy being embarrassed over having to use her words, essentially. What did she want? Too much. She wanted too many things and she whimpers helplessly as her fingers curl around him, rubbing him slowly. "I-I want..." She begins, stammers, and swallows hard. Where did she begin? Her voice goes soft, red blooming across her face. "I want... I want you inside me...I want you to f--" She cuts herself off, not entirely sure she has it in her to be that vulgar with it. Would he like it, or find it gross? She hesitates and then squeezes her eyes shut a moment. "F-fuck me!"
She swallows hard again and reopens her eyes, tears prickling a little at the corners of them in her embarrassment. "I want you to hurt me, I want it to feel good... I want to bleed, and to scream, and...and..." And things like that, but she doesn't know howto voice it all.
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The sudden tearing of fabric hits her hard and leaves her stunned by the sudden violent action. Her eyes go wide and her heart pounds in her throat, mouth dropped open in surprise. But the gaze she levels on Dazai darkens and she doesn't recoil away, instead pressing up against his fingers eagerly, breath coming out in soft pants. It had startled her a little, sure, but the potential for violence that laid under such an act only really seemed to excite hermore. Dimly she thinks that it's a bad thing he ripped the skirt like that, but that's a problem for future Mikan.
Present Mikan is too busy being embarrassed over having to use her words, essentially. What did she want? Too much. She wanted too many things and she whimpers helplessly as her fingers curl around him, rubbing him slowly. "I-I want..." She begins, stammers, and swallows hard. Where did she begin? Her voice goes soft, red blooming across her face. "I want... I want you inside me...I want you to f--" She cuts herself off, not entirely sure she has it in her to be that vulgar with it. Would he like it, or find it gross? She hesitates and then squeezes her eyes shut a moment. "F-fuck me!"
She swallows hard again and reopens her eyes, tears prickling a little at the corners of them in her embarrassment. "I want you to hurt me, I want it to feel good... I want to bleed, and to scream, and...and..." And things like that, but she doesn't know howto voice it all.