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kinjal bhatia knows no rules. (freeforalls) wrote in pandorarpg,
@ 2012-02-01 00:15:00

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!status: complete, ^date: november 14 2003, character: kinjal bhatia, character: percy weasley

Characters: Kinjal Bhatia & Percy Weasley
Setting: 14 November (Friday), around 10:30PM. The Honeypot.
Summary: Kin just wants to make some profit, tonight, all right?
Rating: There be sexual situations, most definitely.

Kinjal had always thought that Friday was the best night of the week. It was the night that ended out the work week and she'd always found that while other nights of the week might bring in enough, Friday was definitely the most profitable. Tonight was looking pretty good so far, considering she'd only started her shift a half hour ago after spending most of the earlier evening with Samara and her other guests, but she was looking forward to the rest of the night hopefully being more profitable.

What she'd have liked right about this moment wasn't another one of those men who only came around once a month or just because his co-workers or friends had brought up the idea of a group outing. She wanted something easy. Someone from whom she knew without a doubt the best way to get what she wanted out of him. And it was as she scanned the room from the vantage point of the bar that she caught the perfect answer to her desires walking through the door. She smirked slowly.

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freeforalls
2012-02-06 11:39 pm UTC (link)

Kinjal had always been a subscriber to the idea that who she did sexual things with didn't have to be the love her life or anything of that sort. Her parents had always been ever so opposite of that, wanting her to marry someone first, and for that someone to be respectable, Pureblood and Indian - though they were perfectly willing to "accept" one of the latter two if they couldn't have both. Or so they said. She'd never really spent much time thinking about what their hopes and dreams for her life had been to figure out if it was the actual truth or not. Regardless, Kin wasn't exactly very big on knowing people too well, or needing to.

So it wasn't as if she knew much of anything about the bloke beyond the fact that he came in regularly and paid her well. And that, on some level he sort of needed her, or this at least. And as she always put it that she was there to give the customers what they wanted (eighty percent of the time, when they weren't dickheads), she didn't think too much of actually doing more than just giving a strip show every once in a while. It wasn't a regular habit, she wasn't a slag, and sometimes it felt good.

This could probably be one of those times, she decided. She was naked all but a pair of shoes before this man, and she'd never not liked it any other time in the past, and this wouldn't be any different - she could feel it in the quick breath she took at the first touch of his mouth.

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youngestmformev
2012-02-07 01:53 am UTC (link)

He closed his eyes, his hands fisting his robes over his thighs as his mouth and tongue felt their way around.

At this moment, he wasn't a Senior Undersecretary, or someone's brother or son, and certainly not anybody of any importance. He was simply a tool whose main purpose was bringing pleasure to another person through his submission, and it was the only thing capable of truly clearing his mind.

His focus was entire only his mouth and her mons, the way his tongue sifted through her folds, searching out what would bring her the most pleasure. He wanted her to use him as she would any toy, and to discard him just as readily.

He found her clit and slid his tongue around it in circles before flicking it, and finally suckling it gently. His hands never left their place in his lap - the only thing that would have made it more perfect would have been if they were secured behind his back, leaving him completely helpless.

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freeforalls
2012-02-07 03:10 am UTC (link)

She didn't know why it always seemed to surprise her that he was actually good at that. Close to very, very good. Her breath quickened and a hand found its way into his hair, wanting him as close as possible. Needing him to be, almost. She couldn't help but to moan as she felt his tongue deeper, and when he found her clit and exploited it she gasped, whispering, "Right there."

She wasn't the least bit ashamed to admit she was enjoying this, genuinely.

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youngestmformev
2012-02-07 03:46 am UTC (link)

He allowed himself a whimper at the feel of her fingers in his hair. His mind was quickly developing a mantra that chanted to the rhythm of the movements of his tongue. Use me, move me, take me, hurt me.

He suckled a little harder, then nibbled softly - not enough to hurt, but enough to provoke a response before he turned back to licks and sucks. The more he worked, the more her wetness slicked around his lips. His inner prissiness fought to be heard, ordering him to stop immediately and clean himself off, but he ignored it in favour of pleasing his goddess.

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freeforalls
2012-02-07 05:33 am UTC (link)

Despite the fact that do to all the charms, no one would be hearing her, she still bit her lip in an attempt to stifle any moans she could have made. It didn't work for very long, though, and she shifted her hips forward, wanting more, the hand in his hair tightening. There was no chance of her stopping him at this point. Not even a little. She wanted him to keep at it, just as he was, forcing a moan or a gasp with the just the right flick of his tongue.

She could feel it in the pit of her stomach; she was getting close. She just needed the right push over the edge.

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youngestmformev
2012-02-07 05:57 am UTC (link)

The hand in his hair hurt so deliciously, and he could already feel a cramping ache starting in his legs as he was so unused to staying like this for very long. Her shifting hips momentarily left him without air, but he quickly adjusted without letting up from his efforts.

He had, after all, always prided himself on his work ethic.

He had been so hard for so long, and hearing her make even the smallest sound was making it even worse. His hands were so close, all it would have taken was a small shift to touch himself, but he refused. He wanted the pain, the denied desire, the complete subsuming of his self in favour of someone else.

He continued with his new pattern, concentrating on circles and flicks as his face grew wetter and his hands fisted even harder into his robes.

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freeforalls
2012-02-07 07:45 am UTC (link)

The longer he kept at it, the less in control she felt. She was almost craving that moment of release now, urging him on in between the breathless gasps and soft moans. Her hand tightening on a fistful of hair was more reaction than a conscious decision because she could feel it, so close to taking her over completely and she just needed him right... there.

It felt close to indescribable when her orgasm hit her, and she closed her eyes as she cried out. Her legs nearly felt like jelly and if it wasn't for her other hand claiming his shoulder, she might have actually collapsed. As it was, she held on tightly, waiting for the moment to pass, returning to her senses enough to ease her grip on his hair.

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youngestmformev
2012-02-08 01:31 am UTC (link)

Yes. Her hand tightened more and the pain was perfect, and the next thing he knew she was tensing above him, crying out and grabbing onto his shoulder. He felt so ecstatically proud to have done his job well, and he slowed his movements to a stop so that she wouldn't be painfully overstimulated.

He finally opened his eyes and looked up at her through his steamed-up glasses, as if seeking some sort of approval or admonisment or whatever she chose to give him. At that moment, he was hers, and he would do anything for her.

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freeforalls
2012-02-08 05:17 am UTC (link)

Kinjal took several deep breaths as she attempted to bring her heart rate down to normal. She was very much feeling that ecstatic high that usually washed over her post-orgasm and she gave something of a laughing grin as she looked down at him.

"Well, that was one way to go with the evening," she smirked approvingly, but that really wouldn't have been much of a surprise. Sex in any form could put a grin on her face for hours at least.

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