Kaioh Michiru (mirroroftheseas) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-11-29 12:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, kaioh michiru (sailor neptune), tenoh haruka (sailor uranus) |
Who: Tenoh Haruka and Kaioh Michiru
What: Michiru decides a maid costume is fun.
When: A little after this, backdated quite a bit.
Where: Their flat
Rating: NC-17, because seriously, this is entirely smut. Kinky smut at that. We're not sorry. (And neither are they.)
Status: Complete!
Oh this was going to be more than fun, Michiru knew that already. Sure she’d been drinking and gotten dressed in the new costume out of a whim and celebration of her getting to the classical music charts with her violin solo. What part of that wasn’t fun at all? She poured one last glass for herself and fluffed the skirt in such away that is show most of her thighs.
It fit her perfectly, accenting every curve and pushing her chest together and up. Rarity did a wonderful job. Giving her a prop of a feather duster with the end being a paddle was a kinky and very nice touch. This was going to be fun, she just hoped Haruka was in as kinky and roleplay feeling mood as she was. She was in the get up, Haruka damn sure better help with the fantasy of it all.
To add to it, she actually made a mess of her panties all over the floor, a slight short string whip, restraints and other such kinky items in the midst of the rest of it. She may also have set up Haruka’s favourite chair in such a position that Haruka could make commands and deal out any punishment that needed delivered.
When she heard the first two clicks of the doorknob, a spark shot up her spine and she quickly downed the last sip of wine.
Haruka honestly had no idea what she was coming home to. Whenever Michiru drank, things tended to take a turn for the kinky... not that it was a bad thing, of course. A little kinkiness made their sex life all the more exciting.
Even if the thoughts alone had done terrible things to her mind. If she’d actually been a man, she probably would’ve had to have changed her pants or something... how did they seriously cope? Not like she could ask anyone. “What kind of evil are you plotting today?”
Kinkiness made the sex life great with the excitement. Lesbian bed death was something she honestly hoped never happened... Even if she had no idea what exactly it would be called for them. She set the glass down and began to tug and shift at the top part of the costume.
“Ooh~ I don’t know!” Michiru giggled and sat up into a cute position. “I’ve made a mess but I don’t feel like cleaning it up, master.” Bit her lip, waiting for her to come more into the living room area.
It definitely wouldn’t be called lesbian anything if Haruka had anything to do with it. All the wonders of identifying as something that didn’t exactly fit the usual standards of things... “Really now. Could almost think you were asking for me to punish you.”
“Oh, you wouldn’t punish me...” Smirked, more than thankful that Haruka was willing to keep the fantasy going. She stood and leaned against the couch beside her. When Haruka walked into the living room, figuring it took longer because of her shoes or something, she took in a breath quickly. She had made a mess of it with the ‘toys’ and other items, along with her entire drawer of panties.
Oh, wouldn’t she? That was far too tempting a thing for Haruka to resist... and, well, if Michiru wanted it, she’d be more than glad to deliver. “I thought we talked about this. You be good, I don’t punish you. You do the opposite, and...”
Did it really have to be said? It was kind of obvious.
Michiru let out a tiny noise, an almost moan of anticipation. “I doubt you’d go through with it.” She knows full well what saying things like this and riling her up does to Haruka. She picked up one pair of her panties and tossed it over to land perfectly on her shoulder.
Haruka arched an eyebrow. Seriously? She was going to play it like that? “When have you ever known me not to go through with things?”
“When it involved something that made you uncomfortable?” Yes, she could be a smartass if she wanted to. Michiru walked over to sit on the arm of Haruka’s chair that she’d set up, and began to take tissues from the box beside her and let them fall, effectively making an even bigger mess. Sure, it would mean she would have to actually clean it up on her own later, but this was fun.
It wasn’t like things like that happened often, anyway. Haruka rolled her eyes and moved over quickly, yanking her into an almost bruisingly hard kiss. One way to stop her, right? It’d tended to work in the past.
Michiru gasped into the kiss, pushing herself closer to her person. Okay, kissing her like that was cheating on so many levels. To try and get back at her, she bit down gently on her bottom lip and tugged a few times before reaching over to continue with the tissues. It as fun enticing Haruka so much after all.
She was just loving being a pain now, wasn’t she? Haruka grabbed hold of her wrist when she reached out to try that, pulling away from the kiss. “You really need to work on moving faster than me... I mean, if you’re going to keep this sort of thing up...”
Not that it’d really be possible. You couldn’t outpace the wind.
“You should learn to keep better control of me, master. Or no... Haruka.” Flashed a playful yet devilishly lustful smile whilst trying to pull her hand away. “Not like you’re much of a master. I can do what I want.” She managed to just barely get free and was quick to try and move away but felt strong hands gripped tight around her hips. “H-hey...”
“I thought you knew better...” Haruka kept her as close as she could, never more thankful for the fact that she was the stronger one. Just to add to the evil, she bit roughly at her neck, at that spot she knew. “You start calling me master, you don’t get to stop...”
Michiru shuddered and let out a low moan, as much as she didn’t want to. When she managed to get some form of composure she shook her head. “Nope. Not going to call you it. Haruka and nothing else...” She may be trying to rile dominant pride in her to get what she wants out of this.
Haruka may well have growled, low in her throat. How did Michiru think she could get away with things like this? She should’ve known that trying to provoke her like this just led to her getting more than a little aggressive with her... then again, maybe that was what she was going for.
“I think I can make you call me it... have my ways, after all.” Terrible, maddening ways at that.
Aggressiveness was what she was aiming at, she wanted her to get rough with her. She wanted hair pulled, spanking, downtalking. She wanted to be put into the position of being submissive for Haruka in as many ways as could be thought of. “I doubt that, boy.”
That was one way to irritate Haruka even more. She yanked her into another kiss, nipping at her lower lip in an attempt to get revenge. For good measure, she even dug her nails into her sides, trying not to let her frustration over goddamn clothes show too much.
If she ever had her own way, there’d be rules against Michiru wearing anything. Simply because it made things that much easier.
But clothes kept her warm? Michiru would have more than a few words of protest against a ‘no clothes’ rule. She groaned at the nails and the biting, trying not to lose herself too quickly in it. There may have been a sudden showing of submission in her shoulders at it all, but she was quick to return to struggling away. Haruka has yet to do the one thing she’s been wanting the entire time. She’ll just keep going until it’s satisfied.
Yes, clothes did keep her warm, but there were ways around that. Very fun ways... in a fit of inspiration, Haruka shifted to sit in the chair, yanking Michiru down and over her knee, hiking her skirt up pretty much immediately. “You would make me do this...”
At least spanking her came with a certain sense of satisfaction.
Finally! Michiru couldn’t help the little shiver of anticipation that shot up her spine, or the widening of her eyes. Keeping up with the charade she glanced back at her and tried to pull away. “Oh... Oh don’t.”
Not that it was a very convincing charade. Haruka knew Michiru too well for that. “You asked for this... teach you to misbehave.” And with that, she spanked her, hard, knowing that she could more than take it.
Michiru hissed out in pleasure and dug her nails into the thigh closest to her, moaning her name under her breath. Not the name Haruka wanted. Not like she could really help it because damn it felt good. Flashing a devious grin her way, she tried to ignore just how much her body wanting to rock against her thighs. She wouldn’t give in, dammit.
Still the wrong name? Damn. Haruka rolled her eyes and did it again, trying not to let on that the nails had affected her. Just a little, that was, nothing major at all...
Okay, that felt too good, seriously. She didn’t know what felt better, the initial sting or the continued mixture of pleasure and pain that continued to ebb long after the spank was done. It was soft, but she did mutter ‘master’ under her breath. She’s more than a little unwilling to give in or admit to saying it because of how good it actually felt.
Haruka couldn’t help a slight smirk. Progress! Now, if only she’d actually say it properly... “What was that? Don’t think I heard you...”
“Nothing. It was nothing.” Bit her lip and dug her nails into her thigh again. She’s not going to give in easy, dammit.
She was just loving being a pain today, wasn’t she? “Of course... should’ve known you wouldn’t break that easily.” It was pretty rare for Michiru to be like this, but... Haruka couldn’t complain. It gave her an excuse to do terribly evil things and not get hit for them.
“Of course I wouldn’t... Acting as if you can actually break me.” Rolled her eyes and tried to pull away from her grip. This may be a bit too much fun, not like she’ll outright admit it. What was the fun of playing with dominance roles when you admitted to enjoying being dominated from the start?
That did rather take the fun away from it all. When she tried to move away, Haruka responded by quickly tightening her grip, not letting her get away with it that easily. For good measure, and to rather drive the point home, she spanked her again, rougher than before.
She was going to break her, dammit, no matter how long it took.
Oh god Haruka had it in for her. She moaned and muttered ‘master’ again under her breath, but it was just that, under her breath. Michiru jerked against her again, though slightly weaker in attempt and looked up at her. “You bastard, let me go.” She couldn’t help the flash of lust in her eyes, or the excitement on her face. “You can’t secure me like this forever.”
“Can’t I?” True, there were limits to Haruka’s strength, but she could always just tie her up and leave her for a while... that always seemed to work wonders when Michiru was being this resistant to things. “Thought you knew not to doubt me, Michiru...”
Honestly, the more she resisted, the more tempting it became.
Michiru gasped and her eyes went wide. All the same she just barely managed to get free and was quick to move at least a few feet away. “You wouldn’t do anything! And ha, I’m free!”
Not that she was free for long. Moving quickly, Haruka managed to find out the restraints from the mess on the floor, cuffing Michiru with perhaps a little too much ease... honestly, it came naturally to her. Occasionally. “Behave.”
Michiru moaned and her eyes may have rolled back into her head. Not that she’d outright admit it if Haruka pointed it out, of course. She jerked against the restraints as they were put around the hard parts of the chair and growled. “You bastard.”
Haruka chuckled softly, shaking her head, and not for one second looking up from fixing the restraints. Why give her the pleasure of that, honestly? “That’s the opposite of what we’re going for, Michiru... why don’t you learn?”
“Because maybe you’re a bad teacher!” Jerked against them and may have moaned at realising there was no moving with how Haruka tied them. Damn her, damn her good. She may be starting to realise just how screwed she is.
Intensely, intensely screwed. Once Haruka was satisfied with how she’d set the restraints, she leant back with a smirk, grabbing a toy from nearby and slowly easing it inside her. She’d chose it for a reason, and that reason just happened to be a rather handy remote control.
Once it was properly inside, she moved away, heading for the couch. The moment she sat down, she purposely set the toy on its lowest level, the slightest smirk on her lips. “Let me know when you feel like playing nice...”
Michiru hissed out in pleasure and jerked her hips up. Bastard, bastard, bastard. She groaned and tried to get control over things, not wanting to seem desperate as hell. Why was Haruka being so mean today, seriously?
She was allowed to be a little cruel from time to time, right? She rolled her eyes at the hiss of pleasure, turning on the TV to keep herself occupied. She could keep this up for quite a while, easily...
Michiru rolled her own eyes at Haruka’s attitude towards it all and made sure to make herself insanely quiet and still. In fact, she went to resting her eyes and taking a nap. Might as well, right? Not like Haruka seemed to be wanting to do too much at this point in time.
It wasn’t like Haruka wasn’t paying attention. When she noticed her close her eyes, she purposely turned things up to full for just a brief moment, just as quickly putting it back down to a more tolerable level.
Oh the bastard! Michiru hissed out and moaned whilst jerking against the restraints. “You... You. Urgh.” Jerked her hips up and thankfully managed to actually get it out of her. She let out a ragged sigh, more than happy that it was no longer driving her three shades of insane.
“Sorry, what was that?” Honestly, Haruka would give her points for managing to get it out, even if it kind of put a damper on her plans. Still, she was nothing but flexible when it came to things like this...
“Uh.. uh...” Grimaced and tried not to follow what her body was telling her to. Sadly, her body won out and she drooped her shoulders. “I’m sorry... Master.” Bit her lip and put her head down, trying to be as submissive as possible. Damn her good.
Haruka chuckled softly and turned the TV off, moving back over to her and making sure to just lightly brush her fingertips over her clit. “That’s much better... see, you can learn if you try hard enough.”
Michiru whimpered and jerked her hips up against her. “I... I guess.” Bit her lip and tried not to listen as her head screamed to get dominant again. “Master... Please. I’m behaving, please do more...”
That was much better. Not that Haruka was going to let her free straight away... she still had to have her fun, after all. “Do you promise to behave from now on?”
“M-maybe...”Bit her lip and tried to keep her her hips still. Haruka was being a bastard and she loved it. “I... I can promise to at least do as told.” Looked up at her and tried to keep somewhat focused. This was hard, and being in costume made it worse on her mental state.
Haruka undid the restraints, letting her touch linger perhaps a little too long as she did. She was set on driving her mad, and dammit, she was going to do it well. “Then I think you’d better make yourself useful. Clean that up, will you?”
What? She didn’t say she was going to help immediately! “And don’t even think of trying to touch yourself. I’ll know.”
“Wh-what... huh? Haru-” Stopped herself from what she was starting to say and reworded it. “Master.... You’re making me clean when I’m this aroused?” Pouted and folded her arms when the restraints were removed.
Haruka arched an eyebrow. If she’d been feeling less merciful, that slip would’ve cost her rather dearly. “I’m not seeing a problem with this... except you trying to argue with what I tell you to do.”
Rolling her eyes, Michiru went to start picking it up. She made sure to be quiet as she could be, and resisted every urge to touch herself. If she were to be completely honest with herself, she’d admit that even this was driving her mad. She was in a sexy outfit, Haruka was watching, and this was just playing into her fantasy. This might be something to traumatise Meetra and or Setsuna with later. In fact, no maybe about it.
If she were to bring that up to Haruka, she’d definitely recommend doing it to Meetra, just for the hell of it. They didn’t seem to get to traumatise her enough lately, whereas they traumatised Setsuna practically every other day. All the fun of being superheroes together!
Even if they were pretty much the worst superheroes ever sometimes. “I’m a little proud. You must be getting better at this whole self-control thing...”
“Happy to please my master, is all.” Bowed her head to her and bent over to pick up the last of the tissues. After the tissues were away she got the toys and put them back into the trunk under the bed and walked back into the living room and set her hands behind her and bowed. “What shall I do now, master?”
Ooh, and bowing too? Nice... Haruka made a little bit of a show of thinking about it, purposely taking her time. Clearly, today was a good day to be evil. “Strip for me. I think that works.”
Michiru nodded and reached back to undo the buttons and the ties that held it up. She let it fall loose and off her person, leaving the stockings on for now. Next thing was slipping the headdress off before unclipping the garter. She kicked off her shoes and set them aside. “Alright...”
Damn. Haruka could get used to things like this...
Michiru reached up to push and knead her chest together and around just to drive her even more insane. She could do so if she wanted to. It wasn’t like she was teasing her nipples or anything. She was simply wishing to drive her master insane beyond all reason to match what she’d done to her.
Okay, definitely could get used to it. Haruka had to bite her lip to kick her brain back into gear, to focus on something other than how much seeing that was getting to her... apparently, someone had a little bit of a domination fetish. Who knew.
“Michiru...” Okay, thinking was hard. Very hard.
“I don’t deserve a name... Call me slave or pet, master.” Michiru gave a sultry pout and dropped to her knees before holding the place between her breasts. She tried to give the most submissive posture she can. Getting to Haruka was fun, after all.
That may well have killed Haruka’s brain all over again. Goddamn. She could almost think that Michiru was enjoying herself a little too much... “I... I think pet works a little better. For now...”
It probably didn’t need to be said that Michiru being on her knees was making things even worse. Having a dirty mind, at times like this, just made things even worse...
Michiru smiled and nodded. “Pet works, master. What shall your pet do? Even if I’m not yet collared. But I guess master just forgot?” Set her hands on her knees and tipped her head to the side rather innocently. She couldn’t help it!
Right. Collar. That... was a thing. Haruka was allowed to have forgotten it, though, considering that Michiru had destroyed her ability to think several times over. It was probably a good thing she’d pocketed it when she’d had Michiru tied to the chair, really.
“Have I broken you, master?” Tipped her head to the side even further and brought both hands to cover her chest. Maybe covering the distraction would help her at least a little bit?
It helped a little, even if Haruka was still all too aware of how much Michiru was getting to her. She pulled the collar out of her pocket, quickly getting it on her. Her movements might’ve been just the tiniest bit rough, but... she could hardly help it at this point. “Can’t a guy take his time doing things?”
“Not when his pet is so anxious to pleasure him and do as he says.” The jerking to the collar around her neck made her moan and roll her eyes back. She couldn't really help it. Haruka was just so amazing on so many levels for continuing with this.
Well, why wouldn’t Haruka have continued on with it? It was fun, and being called ‘master’ naturally did wonderful things for her dysphoria. “So, then if I tell you to suck my cock...?”
“I’ll suck your cock till you either come in my mouth or over my chest.” Smirked and crawled closer, close enough to rest her hands on her knees and gently push through her pants against the packer.
Haruka had to bite her lip to keep from moaning, her hips instinctively rising against her touch. Damn her and her ways and her... incredible skills at actually doing that to her. “Then I think I’m going to have to have you do it... can’t say something like that and do nothing.”
Especially since she may have been wearing the packer that actually allowed for things like that. It wasn’t often that she used it, but this was tempting her to change her mind on that sort of thing...
Michiru nodded and moved to run her hands along her thighs whilst pushing kisses at it through the fabric. She was allowed to tease, and it only fed to the fantasy for both of them. “Yes, master.” Using her teeth she unzipped the pants and used her fingers to unbutton before slowly moving to tug at the hem to pull them and the boxers down. “Pet loves her master’s cock, after all.”
It was definitely a good thing that Haruka wasn’t going to have to think any time soon. She couldn’t help a low moan, rocking her hips upwards - the closest she’d ever get to begging, honestly. “I love it when you do this...”
“I love doing it to you.” Once everything is situated she took hold of it and gently pushed it back before licking her tongue up the underside of it slowly. After a few more licks she kissed the top of it and took it partially in her mouth and began slowly bobbing her head whilst making a pattern with moving it. Michiru has made damn sure to memorise which ways work best for her lover, and would do her best to put each and every one of them to play.
That was just part of why Haruka was convinced she was the luckiest guy in the whole damn universe. She lightly tangled a hand in her hair, her hips jerking slightly when she hit against things in just the right way... she was intent on somehow making this last, much as her body protested.
Michiru smirked and took it further in, and got even rougher with the movements. She may be bent on getting to her as quickly as possible because she can. After a few seconds she pushed all the way down and jerked up hard against her clit with it. Sure, it may make her a bitch, but she didn’t care.
It made her the most evil woman on the goddamn planet. Haruka couldn’t help a rougher moan, her grip tightening in her hair. “Fuck... Michiru...”
It was clearly a good sign that she’d gotten her to swearing this quickly.
Pouting she pulled away and folded her arms. “What if I just called you Haruka, hmm?” Pushed her lip out, but there’s an obvious flicker of amusement in her eyes. Amusement from getting Haruka into a swearing and moaning mess.
Haruka may well have growled and attempted to push her back down, instinct overriding most coherent thought. “Just get back to it, pet, or I swear... I’m tying you down and just having my way with you.”
Maybe that wasn’t the best threat, but dammit, thinking was becoming harder and harder.
“Really?” That just made her want to misbehave even more. Michiru smirked and thought for a second. “I would rather have you come inside me than on me or in my mouth so... No. I’m not going back to it. In fact...” She stood up and walked her way to the bedroom and shut the door behind her. She may be wanting to be pinned and spanked and her neck held tight in almost choking. Kinky doesn’t even begin to cover what she wants.
Wait. What? It took a moment or two for that to register in Haruka’s mind, largely due to the haze that the frustration had all-too-quickly brought on. When it did, though, she was quickly on her feet, fixing her pants, and going right after her... honestly, if she thought that’d stop her...
“Did I say you could stop?” Her voice was low, almost dangerous. “And here I thought you’d learnt your lesson...”
Michiru let out a giddy noise of anticipation and rested on the bed. “I guess you didn’t break me in as much as you liked.” Wiggled her hips before reaching down to rub gently at her own clit.
Haruka growled, low in her throat, and moved to grab her hand. “I can break you all over again. Don’t doubt that.”
“I’m not doubting it. I’m out right thinking you can’t.” smirked and tried to move her hand back. Michiru was being evil, she knew that full and good. Once she got her hand free she pushed two fingers inside her and began rather quickly.
Damn her. Damn her good. Haruka did what she could to pull her hand away again, moving to pin her against the bed. “Guess I’ll have to prove myself all over again...” Not that she was complaining. It was fun.
She bit roughly at her neck, rocking her hips firmly against her. She’d have to try and ignore her frustrations for now, just to be able to actually do this.
Michiru let out a pleading whimper, cursing herself mentally for not defending against her primal instincts easier. It wasn’t an easy thing for her. She bit her lip and dug her nails into her shoulders and kept her head tipped back. Haruka was amazing at this, and the worst for her sanity. Not that she was really complaining.
Why didn’t she learn, honestly? Haruka bit a little lower, trying to hold back a moan at the feeling of her nails in her shoulders. This was about getting to her, dammit, not about Michiru managing to turn the tables on her...
This was fun, that’s what this was. She arched her back to push closer to her, wrapping one leg around her hips. “Come on, show me the master in this. Or are you the pet?” Smirked and winked.
There wasn’t a chance of that. Haruka bit down rougher before pulling back. “Keep tempting me and you won’t be able to walk for weeks.”
The rougher the bite, the harder it was for her to keep the dominate personality up. It wasn’t much longer before her body relaxed and she had to tip her head back. “Oh... Master. Is that really such a terrible thing? I could crawl... It’s the rightful place of a pet after all.” Flashed lust in her eyes, wanting Haruka to just take her right there.
Which was something that Haruka was more than on board with doing. Quickly dealing with her pants, just enough to allow for it, she jerked inside her roughly, biting down at her neck again for good measure. She may have been intent on leaving marks... and honestly, who could blame her?
Michiru couldn’t help the loud moan that escaped her lips, or the jerking up of her hips. Damn her good for this. She shuddered and locked both legs around her hips in an attempt to keep her as deep inside as possible. It was times like this where she felt deviously kinky. What they were doing was fun and so very naughty, that if the concept of being damned for a ‘sin’ were real in her eyes, they would be sent there three weeks ago. “M-master... God yes. It feels good.”
Haruka smirked, just slightly. “I try.” She kept things fairly slow, but quite rough, determined to make her beg for it... where was the fun in playing master if she didn’t get things like that?
“Trying works wonder... Oh god.” Gritted her teeth and tried not to get too loud, well... Louder than she already was. Michiru jerked her hips up with each perfectly placed thrust inside her, the kind that found all the good spots at once. “Oh... Fuck me. Yes. Like that...”
It was a special talent of Haruka’s, honestly, one that seemed to only improve as the dreams came. The more their link developed, the more she could feel which angles gave the best sort of pleasure... and considering she’d apparently been amazing to begin with, this probably made her something close to godlike in bed.
She sped up her thrusts just a little, kissing and biting her way down her neck for the hell of it, intent on marking. It wouldn’t do to let this little thing go forgotten, after all.
Michiru was already long lost in pleasure. She bit her lip, trying to keep the moaning to an at least sane level. When that failed, she let care go to the wind and let herself get as loud as her body would get. Which was pretty damn loud and might get a few complaints from their neighbors. Maybe they should work on getting an actual house? Like the one in her dreams!
It was a thought that’d occasionally crossed Haruka’s mind, but for now, the mostly-soundproofed flat worked best. Maybe it was something they could do later on in their relationship...
The louder she got her, the harder she made her movements. Driving her insane was perhaps a little bit too much fun.
“You... shit.” Bit her lip and dug her nails firmly into her shoulders. It’s not long before she’s brought into one climax to start, and as Haruka only seemed to continue, so did they. She dropped her hands and collapsed somewhere around 5 or 6 and tried to get some form of coherent thought. Damn Haruka, damn her good.
Michiru could damn her all she wanted, Haruka wouldn’t really care. She eased her down as best she could, smirking. “So... I think that worked out pretty well.”
She went to go speak but all that came out was broken sputters of syllables and the occasional noise of continued pleasure as her walls continued to spasm and tense. In fact, it’s not long before her head tipped to the side and eyes closed. She couldn’t help it! Haruka was good at overwhelming her, this time it ended in passing out!
Damn. Okay, maybe she was a little too good at this sort of thing... still, she could deal with it. It wasn’t like she hadn’t gone without in the past. She slowly pulled out, pulling Michiru against her just so she could use her as a pillow.
Hey, she had to be useful somehow.