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]

[ 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. ]