semi-closed 🔪 the extent of my affections are destroying me

[pitfight]

Who ⬤ Nishitani + various
What ⬤ catchall + subplots
When ⬤ Throughout May
Where ⬤ Shuten territory, Enma housing, the Celestial casino, + more
Content Warnings ⬤ Nishitani CW as always.

If you want smth with this feral dog, hit me up at bussy!

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[pitfight]

Want two already? Greedy bitch. [ Said with the utmost affection, with his lips breathing against hers. He can feel her relax under his fingers, watches as she does and welcomes her against him as if she'd never left. He kisses her, long, deep, because he fucking loves how she tastes on his tongue. ]

[ A second finger is added, easily, Nishitani grinding his cock up against her cunt as he does, the wetness from her slicking across the underside of him. He pulls back just long enough to ask: ] Where'd you throw the lube?

[killtime]

[ The greedy bitch in question only offers him a wry little look and a brief nod in the direction of the nightstand, wheee the lube lives. Some things about her never change, even when she’s on the edge of an existential crisis with two fingers in her ass. ]

It’s not your fucking fingers I want.

[ As if to make her point, she grinds down against him harder, trapping his cock between hot velvets folds of flesh as they rut. ]

That’s not enough.

[pitfight]

[ Nishitani pulls himself away just enough to slap around the nightstand, dragging the lotion onto the futon with them, all while keeping himself knuckle deep inside Andy, pressing his cock against her to make up for his fingers no longer on her clit. ] Damn, so fucking needy. Falling in love with my cock, baby? [ Nishitani pulls his fingers free then, only to lube himself up and yank her hips forward. His prick pushes against her ass, almost as a threat, before slipping between as he ruts forward teasingly. ]

[killtime]

[ He's always got to fucking tease her — always has to get her a little riled — and she probably likes it more than she'd admit out loud. If she didn't, she probably wouldn't be here. Makes her decision making questionable at best, but she's been stupid and reckless for the last seven thousand years. Being made mortal and dumped in literal hell hasn't changed that.

When he yanks her forward, she has to brace herself, planting her hands on the futon at either side of his head to keep her balance. It's equal parts impatience and anticipation that has her fingers tense against the fabric as he rubs his dick against her. Head bowed down, she moves against him to earn some more friction, egging him on with sharp-edged words. That phrasing of his — how it comes too close, even for a joke — probably just makes her meaner. ]

What, are you used to all the boys and girls just sticking their asses in the air and waiting for you to take your sweet fucking time? [ She leans closer still, a scant inch between their mouths when she murmurs, heated: ] Not me, sweetheart. If you're going to fuck me, then fuck me. Otherwise, flip the hell over and I'll take my turn.

[pitfight]

[ Nishitani lets the fire between them build, that tension building between the two of them as she leans over him, threatening and beautiful all at once. He leans up just to kiss her, brief, before: ] You're exactly my type, Andy. [ Type of woman, type of person, type of partner-- Nishitani doesn't explain, but they're all true to him. ]

[ Finally, he presses the head of his cock against the tight rim of Andy's ass, the muscle still tight-- but that's the point. He nudges himself forward, and breaches Andy with a groan low in his chest. ]

[killtime]

[ She answers his kiss with a hint of teeth, chasing after his mouth as he withdraws and biting — just a little, just enough to faintly sting. Andy might have asked him to explain what kind of fucking type he means by that — mean cunts, maybe, or greedy bitches — but then his cock is nudging against her asshole, pressing inside and making it hard to think.

Her head bows again, forehead pressed to his sternum as she hisses out a quiet breath, the muscles in her shoulders and back instinctively tensing at the intrusion. He's thicker than some, and she's still too tight for it to be comfortable. Another finger or two probably would've made this easier, but fuck it. There's something grounding in the way the stretch aches, something that keeps her present in the moment and keeps her thoughts from wandering too far.

Under her breath: ]

Don't fucking stop.

[pitfight]

I won't. [ He kisses her mouth, the curve of her lips, the bow just below her nose. He kisses where he reaches as he sinks in, inch after inch. The journey to bottoming out is slow, but Nishitani is oddly patient for this one thing only, letting Andy set pace and stop if needed. ] Like that, baby?

[killtime]

[ She almost wishes he wouldn't be so patient with her. It makes it harder to ignore that funny, tight feeling in her chest that has absolutely nothing to do with having his dick inside her. She doesn't want to think too hard about that feeling. Or his toothbrush next to hers. Or the way he'd looked at her earlier — like maybe she was more than just a mean bitch he happened to pick up in a bar.

Impulsive and impatient, she pushes herself more upright, hands braced against against his chest as she sinks the rest of the way into his lap, forcing those last few inches in past tight muscle until there's nowhere left to go. Fuck — it's all stretch and pressure, the sensation of being too full and too empty at once, with her cunt still wet and aching. Her next exhale is just a little unsteady, tension drawing the muscles of her thighs and back tight. But there's still a rough, stubborn edge to her voice when she answers lowly: ]

I'll like it better when you actually fuck me.

[pitfight]

Baby, you wouldn't know what to do if I actually fucked you. [ Nishitani's taunt is cruel, but he reaches down again, finally, to begin working her clit once more. His scarred, callused fingers work against her, dipping inside of her-- just to tease. ] So go ahead and fuck yourself on my cock.

[killtime]

[ She bites back readily, sharp and a little mean despite the faint strain in her voice: ]

Should I be pissed that you're holding out on me?

[ But she moves anyway — fuck it, she can take what she wants. She digs her knees into the futon, thighs visibly taut as she starts to move her hips, building to a demanding pace without much preamble. It's still too much, too fast, all rough friction and edgy pleasure — but she's soaking wet for it anyway, her clit stiff and eager underneath his calloused fingertips. ]