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Rating: Explicit
As I explained before. Writing going on this blog is because I don't intend on posting it on AO3. For example, cases like this one, where it's literally just some oneshot R-18 thing I wanted to write because I had the idea to. Anyway. Kanade is ignoring Mafuyu's demands that she get out of her chair and take a rest. So Mafuyu is going to try a much more direct approach.
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Kanade had been working for most of the day again. Even with all of the other little improvements, she still had habits she had trouble breaking, including staying seated in that desk chair for most of the day, composing music. Mafuyu’s coaxed her out a couple of times. To eat, and for the little tasks Kanade usually reminded herself to do. Still, days like this, she had to admit, she wished that she could get Kanade to take a better break than she normally did.
She did have one idea. Though maybe at this point she was just feeling a little aggravated about her suggestions being ignored all day long. Kanade didn’t mean to ignore her most of the time, but the more Mafuyu’s words simply went over the composer’s head, the more fed up the lyricist felt about trying to do it the polite way.
Pushing open the door quietly, Mafuyu stared into the bedroom, spotting Kanade in her usual spot, eyes trained on the computer. Stepping in, she shut the door and walked over, Kanade only turning her head to notice her in time to see her place her hands on the back of the desk chair and pull it away from the desk itself.
“Ah?” She was spun around, Mafuyu glancing down at her with that usual, mildly disapproving blank face.
“You...you’ve been in this chair all day.”
“Ah—uhm…”
“You won’t get out of this chair, you won’t stop working...you’re not listening again.”
“S-sorry…” Kanade shrank a little, actually looking...a little bit guilty. Rightfully so, considering how agitated she managed to make Mafuyu feel. Over her own well being, even. Mafuyu’s eyes narrowed a little bit for a moment, and then she huffed briefly. Leaning over Kanade a little bit, she had Kanade starting to believe the intimidating atmosphere of the way she loomed over the small composer was an intentional effect.
“If you won’t get out of the chair and take a proper break, then I’ve got a different idea. You can take your break in your chair.”
“Wh...huh?”
One of Mafuyu’s hands release the chair and drift down to the side of Kanade’s face, her fingers sliding against the girl’s cheek, and then curling under her chin. “I’ll make it so you can’t get out of your chair, but you won’t be able to work.”
“U-um--! Mafuyu? We can...t-talk about this…”
“Apparently not, since you keep ignoring it.”
With her knee on the chair, Mafuyu loomed over Kanade, leaning down a little bit more as her fingers get a gentle hold of the composer’s chin. Pulling herself in, she demanded all of Kanade’s attention as she kissed her, tongue pushing itself past Kanade’s lips. Kanade’s nervous hands grasped at the arms of her chair tightly, arms flinching a little bit as Mafuyu’s tongue brushed firmly against her own, bold and hungry for attention. Mafuyu drifted her hands to Kanade’s arms instead, her pull-away from the kiss admittedly getting a quietly confused and maybe disgruntled noise out of Kanade. Changing her mind about where her affection was going, she opened her mouth and leaned in, biting firmly at the edge of Kanade’s ear. The slight pull and then the firm grinding of her teeth sends shivers down Kanade’s back, goosebumps rising on the skin of her arms like a current traveling just over her exterior.
“M-Mafuyu…”
“You should hold on to me, not the chair.” Mafuyu mutters against Kanade’s ear, the warmth of her breath a deliberate tease with how close and quiet she said those words. Before Kanade could even think to ask what that was supposed to mean, Mafuyu pulled her head away again and this time slid her hands down to each of Kanade’s wrists. Prying the flustered composer’s hands from her armrests, She lifted them up and looped them around her neck instead. Her hands then slid to Kanade’s hips, fingers brushing down the sides of the girl’s legs and further still, until her hands lingered at the sides of Kanade’s knees.
Now Mafuyu’s teeth bit at the side of Kanade’s neck. Her right hand turned and slid back down slowly, moving underneath the girl’s thigh as her fingers slid underneath the hem of Kanade’s shorts teasingly. Biting harder, Mafuyu dug her teeth roughly against the composer’s skin, actually managing to pull a strained noise out of Kanade in the process. Her hand slid back up to the other side of Kanade’s knee and pushed it away gently, pulling herself closer as her fingers then roamed to Kanade’s shirt to pull the fabric up, inching it higher until her fingertips could brush against the pale skin of her abdomen.
The lyricist’s intentions aren’t exactly subtle, and she isn’t remotely shy about barreling forward with them. She has a goal, after all. Her fingers curl against Kanade’s skin, fingernails dragging firmly down until she reaches the composer’s shorts. Kanade squirms a little bit, flustered but cooperatively still as Mafuyu’s hand turned and her fingers pushed themselves underneath the girl’s clothes. Kanade’s breath caught in her throat as her fingers flinched behind Mafuyu’s head. Dropping down to her shoulders instead, Kanade’s decided at this point she might need to hold on to Mafuyu now that the other girl was showing her she had no intention of going easy right now. Kanade was left at the mercy of Mafuyu’s rather...affectionate agitation.
“Mmnn…” Pulling at Mafuyu a little bit, Kanade’s back arched away from the back of the chair a little bit when Mafuyu seized her opportunity to do more and pushed her fingers, getting a groan and a shudder out of the smaller composer. With a whine, Kanade buried her flushed flushed face against Mafuyu’s shoulder, muffling her breathed out noises and shy, broken whines against the soft material of Mafuyu’s cardigan. “Mafuyu—”
Cute...even if Mafuyu was a little fed up with Kanade right now, there was still an abundance of charm to be found in the way Kanade so easily folded to what Mafuyu wanted to do to her, punishment or not, and how breathlessly flustered she was under Mafuyu’s aggressive but careful hands. Mafuyu’s other hand slid behind Kanade’s back, slipping underneath her jacket and shirt to rest against her back for a moment before letting a single fingernail gently draw a line up the middle of the composer’s back.
“A-ahh…” Shuddering, Kanade arched away from Mafuyu’s tracing fingernail, though it didn’t really stop Mafuyu at all. Her hand rested there in the middle of the composer’s back while her other fingers continued to overwhelm the unprepared girl’s nerves, two of her fingers thrusting with a steady, aggressive pace. “M-Mafuyu, h-hold on—I…!” She can hardly keep up, and Mafuyu only seems more and more disinterested in actually doing as Kanade requested. In fact, when the girl grips her shoulders tight and gasps, clearly already at her limit, Mafuyu doesn’t even really stop. Rather, the hand behind Kanade slides back down to the small of her back as she continues the unrelenting rhythm driving the movements of her fingers.
“You won’t ignore me next time, right?” Mafuyu asks rather pointedly, even while Kanade practically came apart in front of her, fingers clenched around the bunched fabric of Mafuyu’s cardigan. Between her labored breathing and just how preoccupied Mafuyu had her, the lyricist wondered if she even heard her just now. Still, in some sense of now waning, playful irritation, Mafuyu curved her fingers behind Kanade’s back again, digging her fingernails against her lower back firmly and jolting the smaller girl to attention. “Well?”
With a choked whine, Kanade let out a shuddered breath as her forehead pushed against Mafuyu’s shoulder, the girl mortified and overstimulated by now.
“I-I—o-of course n...I won’t!”
That was...good enough, she supposed. Actually, a response is more than Mafuyu expected at all, from someone as easy to push around as Kanade. She just sort of assumed the composer would stutter and struggle to say anything at all and then just fall apart trying.
No offense to Kanade, of course.
That warrants...some kind of approving response, right? Mafuyu didn’t really know. She wasn’t entirely familiar with...all of this, quite yet. She just sort of did things as they came along, or just acted on what she wanted. She’d do just the same here, simply saying what came to her mind when she felt surprised and yet satisfied to hear Kanade’s affirmative response to her demands.
“...good girl.”
Kanade grimaced, turning so bright red even her ears felt like they were burning. Now, wait just a minute—why say something like that?! Though more importantly, why does it somehow make all of the chaotic feelings in her chest and head and, everything, feel that much messier, suddenly?
Pulling at Mafuyu with a groan, Kanade’s body shudders and writhes before she could even really wrap her head around all of that, the exhausted moan on her tongue muffled as she once again buried her face against the other girl’s clothes. At least this time, Mafuyu eased off the exhausted composer, making sure she actually stayed in the chair as she slumped back into it, struggling to catch her breath.
Of course, Kanade could only briefly even look at Mafuyu before she averted her entire head so quick she risked giving herself whiplash. Still burning red, the mortified girl looked literally anywhere else but at Mafuyu. The lyricist didn’t really mind much, though she did at least lean in to press a gentler kiss against the girl’s ear for a fleeting moment.
“...I can bring you to your bed if you’d rather just lay down.”
HOW ABOUT *YOU* MEET SINGLE WOMEN YOUR AGE, I AM AGELESS AND A GOD, WOULD YOU BEQUEATH UNTO ME THE CHANCE TO MEET FELLOW DIVINITY?? OR WILL YOU LIE LIKE THE DIRT BENEATH MY SOLES??
HOW ABOUT *YOU* MEET SINGLE WOMEN YOUR AGE, I AM AGELESS AND A GOD, WOULD YOU BEQUEATH UNTO ME THE CHANCE TO MEET FELLOW DIVINITY?? OR WILL YOU LIE LIKE THE DIRT BENEATH MY SOLES??
