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.
That look in her eyes as she stares up at him does make him regret doing this here, a little. The things they could do, if they were someplace a little quieter, where they might be less likely to be interrupted...pleasure and pain, both. A slow torment, the kind where neither one of them might crawl back out whole.
He does enjoy making her use her words, though. He likes the way it makes her voice sound, the way she has to struggle against herself, the way her eyes dart away before she drags them back--the half-voiced sob as she pushes back against both her own restraint and his hand, her own touch slow against him. It's fine. He doesn't need much. He just likes to hear it, and to know he's been right all along.
"I'll give you all those things, Mikan-chan," he murmurs in that same, silky voice. "I'll give you everything you want. It can hurt and feel good at the same time. And if you want more, all you have to do is ask me." To use those words again, to tell him exactly what she wants.
It doesn't take a lot of effort to tear her panties the same way he tore the skirt, and he's smiling this time as he does it, letting the fabric fall away as his hands stroke her bare thighs, eventually tightening hard and picking her up, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist as he presses her back against the brick wall of the alley. With his oversized coat, chances are no one's even going to be able to tell what it is they're doing, really. Or at least, they won't be able to see, as he rubs against her, breath catching at the feeling.
"Shall I?"
The words are a teasing whisper in her ear. He already knows the answer, of course, but hearing it again is never a bad thing.
For such a skinny noodle of a man, Dazai's got some real strength behind him, as Mikan is quick to find out. She inhales sharply and squeaks as she's suddenly hauled up into his arms, her back pressed heavily against the cool brick of the building behind her. It scratches against her skin and makes her inhale sharply, the cold of it sending a slight shock through her body. Perhaps because of how hot the rest of her body feels, the chill feels especially prominent.
She holds her breath, her fingers digging into his shoulders a moment before she thinks that that isn't good enough. She wants to feel his skin beneath her nails and she begins to pull at his shirt, pulling at buttons to get it open enough that she can touch at his shoulders and neck-- bandaged or not, it doesn't matter, her vision feeling dim as he rubs against her.
He's a devil, she thinks, gasping out and whining softly as he asks his question. Wasn't the answer obvious? She whimpers and pulls him in for a heady kiss, desperate and frustrated. "Please, please...! Dazai-san, don't tease me any more, I can't take it...!"
He's definitely not as strong as Atsushi or Chuuya, but he's strong enough for this, and the support of the wall and her own strong limbs definitely helps as he holds her up, pressing her back against the cool brick. Mikan starts to fumble with his buttons, and Dazai's not about to stop her; there are bandages wound around his neck, bandages that cover part of one shoulder as they continue down to encircle his chest, but the shoulder she manages to reach is bare, bare enough for her to find skin instead.
She is desperate, isn't she? And he might be a sadist, but it would really be absolutely cruel to prolong this anymore. And he doesn't want to. So as he returns that kiss, he shifts her slightly in his arms, the tip of him pressing at her already slick entrance, pressing inwards. "Tell me if it hurts, Mikan-chan," he breathes, and then kisses her again, kisses her breathless as he pushes upwards, shuddering faintly at the sensation.
Her hips twitch forward, desperate for him to get a move on already. Her fingers curl into his shoulder, nails digging in as he begins to press inside.
She's tight, of course, and that alone might be clue enough that she's never done this before. It hurts, yes, and she holds her breath at first as she tries to adjust. The kiss is a nice distraction and she hardly has time to think much as he pushes in, her breath stuttering a little.
"I-it hurts, a little..." Her voice is slightly strained but there's an almost delirious little laugh as she kisses him again. "But it's--Fine. It's okay. D-don't stop." It's okay that it hurts, because she can't say she minds that it does. She's more worried that he might stop, and she's fairly sure she'll absolutely die if he does.
It's something of a clue, yes, but then it could just have been a while for her, or she's just smaller than average. And it's not like he'd taken the time to do any actual prep work. Not that she'd asked for it, or that she seems to be missing it, but he does wonder. Even at a time like this, it's not like he can just turn his mind off. It's always picking up context clues, looking at a situation, analyzing...truthfully, there are a lot of times he'd rather be able to turn it off. But then, if he did, he wouldn't be able to use that for her benefit, would he? And that would be a shame.
"I won't," he murmurs against her lips, fingers tight on her thighs, pushing up slowly, slowly, until he's fully seated inside of her, almost breathless for the feeling of it. "You feel amazing, Mikan-chan, it's perfect--" He'll pause for just a moment, long enough for her to start to get used to the feeling, before he shifts just a little. Enough to start making room, enough to add a little friction. Enough that she should definitely be able to respond, to do some moving of her own, if she wants.
Every movement feels like the breath is being taken from her lungs, her mind swimming. She feels dizzy, like the world has condensed to a pinpoint and she's left clawing back towards the surface to get things a little more levelled again.
Her nails dig into his shoulders, panting against his ear as she clings to him and shifts her hips to meet his, gasping out loud at the feeling. It reminds her a little of falling into that spiral of despair, a feeling that had always bordered on the perverse to begin with, but this had weight behind it. Actual sensations, the feel of him inside her, the swelling of her heart that's something like lust mixed with love.
(It's not, not really, because Mikan knows that the release of endorphins is just confusing her, but she's also always been so quick to fall for people. She could fall for him .She will. But she won't, either, because it would be a disaster for them both in so many ways.)
There's a soft moan that might be his name and might be a plea for more--or maybe it's a bit of both and she can feel her nails beginning to piece his skin, just a little. "I..I'm going to end up h-hurting you..."
It's even better as she shifts with him, moving against him as his own motions grow more confident. A little more, and a little more, it's not hard or rough but it's deep and she's so hot, the feeling of her and the sounds she's making against his ear and the sharp sting of her nails in his shoulder.
I'm going to hurt you, she says, and he thrusts a little deeper inside her at the words. "I don't mind," he says, breathing just a little ragged as his hands shift against her, as he brushes a kiss against her bare shoulder, tongue licking at sweat-slicked skin. "It's okay, Mikan-chan, it's fine, I don't mind, I just want you to feel good--"
The rest of the world might as well not exist anymore. Her view has narrowed in until it's just the two of them, the only sound being their breathing and the sound of his hips meeting hers'. She digs in more, responding positively to the little show of affection with a whimper.
Between the moonlacing amping everything up and her own neediness, she doesn't think she's going to last too much longer here. The sensations are all overwhelming and overlapping, mingling together and making her dizzy. She pulls her hand away to hide her face against his shoulder instead, her breath hitching.
When, at length, she feels her orgasm approaching, she opens her mouth to say--something. Warn him? She doesn't know, because she doesn't really get the chance. Her breath hitches in a whine as it hits her and, in an attempt to stifle herself from crying out too loudly, Mikan does the next best thing: She sinks her teeth into Dazai's bare shoulder until she's tasting blood on her lips.
It's fine if she doesn't last all that long, honestly. He can be efficient if he needs to be, and while some other time he might be interested in keeping her on that edge, in teasing and tormenting and drawing all this out, considering just how her moonblessing is affecting her, he's more willing to give her what she needs.
After all, it's not like it's working out badly for him, either, is it? She's hot and wet and tight, writhing against him, nails a burning pressure in his shoulder, her whimpers in his ear absolutely wonderful. It feels amazing, and then there's the added rush of being in public, the risk, the flood of endorphins as he feels her start to tense, her breath catching with early signs of impending climax.
His mouth opens to encourage her, to coax her over the edge with whispered words and reassurances, and his mouth is still open when her teeth sink into his shoulder, making him cry out with mingled pain and pleasure as he drives into her. He's bleeding, he can feel it, but the feeling is a rush all its own as he pushes her roughly against the bricks, seeking out his own and finally finding it with a murmured, half-panted yes, yes, yes.
It's amazing he's still on his feet, really, and he's leaning against Mikan, her back propped against the rough brick of the alley wall as he places a slow, tender kiss to her shoulder, wincing slightly at the feeling in his shoulder. That's definitely going to hurt later, but right now, all it feels is very, very satisfying.
She can feel the prickling pain of the scratches across her back caused by the friction of the brick against her skin, but it hardly registers to her as pain. Her mind is swimming, hazy and light and she nuzzles her face against his neck as she starts to come down from the high.
"Amazing... Dazai-san, I feel amazing..." Giddy, almost, like everything's right with the world and she's floating on cloud nine. Maybe he doesn't actually mean for it to be, but for Mikan it's like feeling 'loved,' safe and warm. And she knows better, she really does, but her heart can't help but feel full to bursting with it.
It's then Mikan takes notice of his shoulder. For a moment she has a fleeting thought of 'what happened there?' before remembering and she eyes go wide. "I-I bit you!"
Loved. Is that what it feels like? Honestly, it's as good a word as any, means as much. It's endorphins, a chemical reaction, an automatic response from a body designed to encourage certain actions to ensure the propagation of its genetic material. Why not dress it up with a word?
Of course, not like he's thinking about any of that. It feels good, feels better than good, and even though his shoulder is aching he still laughs at her response, breath catching slightly at the sensation. "Yes, you did," he answers, and despite the wince, he looks entirely too self-satisfied to mind. "It might even leave a scar. Not like I don't already have a bunch of those, but still." The smile on his face is a touch wicked as he pulls back enough to see her face.
"Maybe you could use your skills as the Ultimate Nurse and help patch me up?"
"A-a scar..." A permanent mark. On one hand, that's a thrilling concept in and of itself. On the other, she's not nearly worthy enough of leaving a mark on anyone or anything, and her grip on him tightens a little, expression uncertain.
She searches his face as if trying to decide which was the 'right' way to feel about; but before she can decide, he's asking her to actually use her talent. Her eyes go a bit wide before she's frantically nodding. "Y-yes, of course! Please let me help you!" To be useful, to be wanted. That's all she could ever ask for. She glances to his shoulder, already calculating what needs to be done. But--
"Ah... M-my clothes..." How was she supposed to get anywhere after this with her clothes ripped up like this?
Her clothes, indeed. They hadn't covered all that much to start with, and then he'd been so rough with them. Well, he's got a solution for that, at least; hands lightly squeezing her thighs, he gently untangles the two of them, setting her on her feet once more and holding on until he's sure she's steady.
"Well, since it's my fault they're in that condition, I suppose I should do something about it, shouldn't I?" He doesn't sound at all apologetic, or at all unhappy about the state of things, but then why should he, really? Once she's steady on her feet, he tucks himself away and does up his pants again, then slips his coat off his shoulders, hissing slightly as he has to shift his bleeding shoulder, and drapes it around hers with a slight flourish.
"There. It's a bit long, but it should definitely do the trick. Ready?" To go back to her place so she can patch him up, of course.
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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.
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He does enjoy making her use her words, though. He likes the way it makes her voice sound, the way she has to struggle against herself, the way her eyes dart away before she drags them back--the half-voiced sob as she pushes back against both her own restraint and his hand, her own touch slow against him. It's fine. He doesn't need much. He just likes to hear it, and to know he's been right all along.
"I'll give you all those things, Mikan-chan," he murmurs in that same, silky voice. "I'll give you everything you want. It can hurt and feel good at the same time. And if you want more, all you have to do is ask me." To use those words again, to tell him exactly what she wants.
It doesn't take a lot of effort to tear her panties the same way he tore the skirt, and he's smiling this time as he does it, letting the fabric fall away as his hands stroke her bare thighs, eventually tightening hard and picking her up, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist as he presses her back against the brick wall of the alley. With his oversized coat, chances are no one's even going to be able to tell what it is they're doing, really. Or at least, they won't be able to see, as he rubs against her, breath catching at the feeling.
"Shall I?"
The words are a teasing whisper in her ear. He already knows the answer, of course, but hearing it again is never a bad thing.
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She holds her breath, her fingers digging into his shoulders a moment before she thinks that that isn't good enough. She wants to feel his skin beneath her nails and she begins to pull at his shirt, pulling at buttons to get it open enough that she can touch at his shoulders and neck-- bandaged or not, it doesn't matter, her vision feeling dim as he rubs against her.
He's a devil, she thinks, gasping out and whining softly as he asks his question. Wasn't the answer obvious? She whimpers and pulls him in for a heady kiss, desperate and frustrated. "Please, please...! Dazai-san, don't tease me any more, I can't take it...!"
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She is desperate, isn't she? And he might be a sadist, but it would really be absolutely cruel to prolong this anymore. And he doesn't want to. So as he returns that kiss, he shifts her slightly in his arms, the tip of him pressing at her already slick entrance, pressing inwards. "Tell me if it hurts, Mikan-chan," he breathes, and then kisses her again, kisses her breathless as he pushes upwards, shuddering faintly at the sensation.
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She's tight, of course, and that alone might be clue enough that she's never done this before. It hurts, yes, and she holds her breath at first as she tries to adjust. The kiss is a nice distraction and she hardly has time to think much as he pushes in, her breath stuttering a little.
"I-it hurts, a little..." Her voice is slightly strained but there's an almost delirious little laugh as she kisses him again. "But it's--Fine. It's okay. D-don't stop." It's okay that it hurts, because she can't say she minds that it does. She's more worried that he might stop, and she's fairly sure she'll absolutely die if he does.
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"I won't," he murmurs against her lips, fingers tight on her thighs, pushing up slowly, slowly, until he's fully seated inside of her, almost breathless for the feeling of it. "You feel amazing, Mikan-chan, it's perfect--" He'll pause for just a moment, long enough for her to start to get used to the feeling, before he shifts just a little. Enough to start making room, enough to add a little friction. Enough that she should definitely be able to respond, to do some moving of her own, if she wants.
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Her nails dig into his shoulders, panting against his ear as she clings to him and shifts her hips to meet his, gasping out loud at the feeling. It reminds her a little of falling into that spiral of despair, a feeling that had always bordered on the perverse to begin with, but this had weight behind it. Actual sensations, the feel of him inside her, the swelling of her heart that's something like lust mixed with love.
(It's not, not really, because Mikan knows that the release of endorphins is just confusing her, but she's also always been so quick to fall for people. She could fall for him .She will. But she won't, either, because it would be a disaster for them both in so many ways.)
There's a soft moan that might be his name and might be a plea for more--or maybe it's a bit of both and she can feel her nails beginning to piece his skin, just a little. "I..I'm going to end up h-hurting you..."
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I'm going to hurt you, she says, and he thrusts a little deeper inside her at the words. "I don't mind," he says, breathing just a little ragged as his hands shift against her, as he brushes a kiss against her bare shoulder, tongue licking at sweat-slicked skin. "It's okay, Mikan-chan, it's fine, I don't mind, I just want you to feel good--"
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Between the moonlacing amping everything up and her own neediness, she doesn't think she's going to last too much longer here. The sensations are all overwhelming and overlapping, mingling together and making her dizzy. She pulls her hand away to hide her face against his shoulder instead, her breath hitching.
When, at length, she feels her orgasm approaching, she opens her mouth to say--something. Warn him? She doesn't know, because she doesn't really get the chance. Her breath hitches in a whine as it hits her and, in an attempt to stifle herself from crying out too loudly, Mikan does the next best thing: She sinks her teeth into Dazai's bare shoulder until she's tasting blood on her lips.
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After all, it's not like it's working out badly for him, either, is it? She's hot and wet and tight, writhing against him, nails a burning pressure in his shoulder, her whimpers in his ear absolutely wonderful. It feels amazing, and then there's the added rush of being in public, the risk, the flood of endorphins as he feels her start to tense, her breath catching with early signs of impending climax.
His mouth opens to encourage her, to coax her over the edge with whispered words and reassurances, and his mouth is still open when her teeth sink into his shoulder, making him cry out with mingled pain and pleasure as he drives into her. He's bleeding, he can feel it, but the feeling is a rush all its own as he pushes her roughly against the bricks, seeking out his own and finally finding it with a murmured, half-panted yes, yes, yes.
It's amazing he's still on his feet, really, and he's leaning against Mikan, her back propped against the rough brick of the alley wall as he places a slow, tender kiss to her shoulder, wincing slightly at the feeling in his shoulder. That's definitely going to hurt later, but right now, all it feels is very, very satisfying.
"How are you feeling, Mikan-chan?"
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"Amazing... Dazai-san, I feel amazing..." Giddy, almost, like everything's right with the world and she's floating on cloud nine. Maybe he doesn't actually mean for it to be, but for Mikan it's like feeling 'loved,' safe and warm. And she knows better, she really does, but her heart can't help but feel full to bursting with it.
It's then Mikan takes notice of his shoulder. For a moment she has a fleeting thought of 'what happened there?' before remembering and she eyes go wide. "I-I bit you!"
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Of course, not like he's thinking about any of that. It feels good, feels better than good, and even though his shoulder is aching he still laughs at her response, breath catching slightly at the sensation. "Yes, you did," he answers, and despite the wince, he looks entirely too self-satisfied to mind. "It might even leave a scar. Not like I don't already have a bunch of those, but still." The smile on his face is a touch wicked as he pulls back enough to see her face.
"Maybe you could use your skills as the Ultimate Nurse and help patch me up?"
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She searches his face as if trying to decide which was the 'right' way to feel about; but before she can decide, he's asking her to actually use her talent. Her eyes go a bit wide before she's frantically nodding. "Y-yes, of course! Please let me help you!" To be useful, to be wanted. That's all she could ever ask for. She glances to his shoulder, already calculating what needs to be done. But--
"Ah... M-my clothes..." How was she supposed to get anywhere after this with her clothes ripped up like this?
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"Well, since it's my fault they're in that condition, I suppose I should do something about it, shouldn't I?" He doesn't sound at all apologetic, or at all unhappy about the state of things, but then why should he, really? Once she's steady on her feet, he tucks himself away and does up his pants again, then slips his coat off his shoulders, hissing slightly as he has to shift his bleeding shoulder, and drapes it around hers with a slight flourish.
"There. It's a bit long, but it should definitely do the trick. Ready?" To go back to her place so she can patch him up, of course.