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Sae’s attention was a commodity. She only made time for things that interested her, an occurrence so rare most people thought she was impossible to please. If you weren’t a stepping stone she could use to become the best, you were nothing at all. She was only focused on herself, and she had no problem making it known to anyone who got in her way.
So why, Sae thought as she brushed her hand against the crown of Shidou’s head, couldn’t she get this demon off her mind?
The question rang loudly in her head like a bell. Even as she tried to distract herself from it, sliding her tongue down the shell of Shidou’s ear, she couldn’t help but try and deduce the answer—any answer at all.
Before, there had never been a question Sae had to linger on. But of course, Shidou had to mess that up. She was supposed to be a tool—Sae’s perfect experiment—yet she tore her strategically crafted leash to shreds.
The woman nipping at her collarbones wasn’t a demon at all, nor anything Sae could've possibly thought to define her as. No. Shidou Ryusei was a problem— a potentially unsolvable one at that. But wasn’t it the job of a genius? To understand the impossible? Shidou’s existence served as a flame to the kindling of her purpose.
“Sae-chan,” Shidou pouted, pausing her reign of terror. She was mentally thankful for the break in stimulation. Any more, and her brain would've short-circuited.
“What, demon?”
“You’re like a statue,” she teased, letting their noses brush together, clicking her tongue when Sae’s face didn't change. “Don’t ignore me.”
“I just kissed you,” Sae replied.
“Yeah. But you're not just kissing me,” Shidou whined while nuzzling at her neck, staring up through her eyelashes intensely. “You’re thinking of something else.”
Sae grit her teeth, agitated. She was always like this, so what was the problem?
She didn't have time to wonder as Shidou gripped her wrists, bringing one hand to her shoulder and dragging the other down the sculpted planes of her body so Sae could feel the curvature she recognized oh so well.
Heart beating at a rabbit’s pace, Sae finally understood why her life had been so harshly tilted on its axis. Suddenly, the marks placed across her body by Shidou didn’t feel like remnants of pleasure, but brands. Shidou had never broken her leash.
The truth was that she didn’t have one to begin with.
Sae was the one wrapped around her finger, and the humiliation felt so cold it burned.
How could she slip up so badly? She took her hands from Shidou’s warm hold and grabbed onto her hips, forcing both of them forward until they were at the foot of Sae’s bed and no longer against the door. Shidou let herself be manhandled, plopping onto the mattress.
They pressed further, Shidou moaned when Sae sank her teeth into her bottom lip before pushing her tongue inside her mouth and lapping up the metallic taste. She was breathless while Sae went from sucking on her tongue to letting her teeth tenderly graze the shell of her ear. It was intense, being kissed by someone who locked all of her emotions away unless she was on the field. If she told someone she got to see Sae like this, would they believe her?
“Fuck,” she said, lucky that Sae heard her voice at all, stolen from the kiss, “What’s gotten into you?”
“Nothing,” she replied, pushing Shidou further onto the bed and lifting her shirt off.
Keenly, she inspected every divot of Shidou’s build. Her body was composed of refined muscle formed from years of nonstop playing with no routine. She glided her fingers over Shidou’s abdomen, admiring how the softness of her skin became tense under her fingers, carving out her abs even more.
Sae moved her hand, which felt magnetized to the other woman, and began to undress. “Take that off,” she said, eyeing Shidou’s bra while letting her shirt fall to the floor.
”I didn't know you liked stripteases, Underlashes.”
“Should I just rip it off of you myself?” She asked flatly, her eyes narrowing as the other made no move to undress.
Shidou’s pupils dilated, black consuming fuschia, her head tilted just slightly, a cat-like smile taking up her face. “Do it,” her voice was caught between goading and sincere, but both still managed to irritate Sae in an equal measure.
Sae thought about it for a moment, tearing off the lacy fabric Shidou wore just for this moment – for her. But that would be exactly what she wanted; for Sae to give and give and give whatever she whined for, like some sort of spoiled child. She needed to gain her footing back.
“After all this time you still don't know how things work, do you?”
Shidou looked up, eyes glistening with a cocktail of emotions. Several thoughts swam past her face clearly, caught with all the possibilities of what Sae could—and would— do to her.
She couldn’t smother the yelp that came out of her mouth as Sae pressed her into the bed, her weight blanketing her body and trapping the heat that’d been coursing through her veins between them. Her face was free of emotion, bored in the way she always was, the cold to Shidou’s endless fever. Sae’s hand, all long fingers and pristinely manicured nails, wrapped around the base of her throat.
Shidou’s breath became a shallow stutter, hands diving into the comforter. Her teeth met her lip for a moment, taking the flesh and biting hard enough for iron to seep into her mouth. Sae placed her knee between her thighs, and Shidou could feel her drawing her thumb along the column of Shidou’s throat all the while. Cinnamon and vanilla filled her senses, sharp and distinctly Sae.
“You’re dishonest,” she said, and Shidou felt herself twitching against Sae’s leg, the low chime of her voice the only thing keeping her lucid. “Spending all that time acting out for what?” She let go, grounding her leg into Shidou’s pussy.
The striker made a punched-out noise, jutting her hips up against her for more. “All so I can toss you around,” aquamarine looked down on her, and everything was burning— fuck , was it burning. Shidou felt her cheeks grow impossibly hotter. “Pathetic demon. Isn’t that right?”
“You like it,” she replied while still moving, chasing the pleasure that shot through her nerves like electricity until her hips were forced down. Sae’s hands were on her again, pulling her tights and underwear off in one fell swoop.
Sae’s eyes darkened impossibly as her hand traveled further down, grazing the nearly invisible stubble trailing down to thicker blond hair. “ You like it,” she said smoothly. “Everything I do to you is because you like it— love it.”
She dipped her fingers lower, past her clit, and between her folds. She curled up just to see Sae touch her, sickly fascinated with her undoing. Sae’s fingers came back drenched, and Shidou’s pulse crescendoed as she brought the soaked fingers over her clit, massaging deep circles into the flesh. Flames licked at the knot of pleasure nestled deep within Shidou’s core, her breath lost.
“Fuuck,” she squeezed her eyes shut. “Sae, I—“
“—want more right? Want it harder?” Sae read her mind, yet nothing about her pace changed. Shidou bit back a cry. “It’s not about what you want, demon.”
Then what was it about? Shidou thought as her body continued to short-circuit. Sae always had such an odd way of speaking—one that conveyed everything yet nothing at all. All she could do was moan in frustration, the growing pitch portraying more desperation than confusion as Sae took her hand away once again. “Please,” she gasped, “I was gonna finish, please let me finish—”
Sae clicked her tongue, “That’s the first time you’ve gotten it right all day, but do you honestly think that’s enough?”
Shidou didn’t know. She couldn’t even guess—couldn’t process anything besides the woman on top of her, of eyes the color of the ocean’s surface and plum-colored bangs framing the prettiest face she’d ever seen in her life. She couldn’t think, and that’s why Sae wouldn’t touch her, why she kept looking at her with a boredom that was beginning to bite at her sanity. Tears pricked at her eyes, clumping up in her lashes before it hit her.
There wasn’t an answer. It didn’t matter what she thought. None of it mattered at all.
“Good girl,” the older Itoshi said, and the words poured over her body like warm honey, impossibly sweet. Sae never called her that before, never called her anything besides ‘demon’ with varying degrees of softness. Stray tears traveled down her face then, and Sae kissed them away, licking the salt from her lips. “Open up.”
Sae pushed down on her tongue, letting the spit collect on her index and middle fingers while staring down at her. Shidou felt the anticipation building up. An excitement that could only be produced by Sae Itoshi curled down her limbs. This is what she was depriving herself of? Even though she knew things would end up the same way every. Single. Time? She devoured it all, the weight in her mouth, the heavy stare she was on the receiving end of—all of it.
If Sae wanted her to, she would come right now, shudder out a pathetic orgasm on her bed and then cry out as she continued. She’d let herself be used again and again if that’s what Sae demanded. Anything to be good, anything to be hers. Wet warmth prodded at her entrance, already so saturated she was aching, before plunging inside.
What Sae lacked in thickness she made up for in length and precision, easily working into her with two fingers and scissoring her open. The sensation was initially foreign to her, but when she did it with Sae, the wisps of apprehension she previously felt dissipated. Now she craved it, wanted her in as many ways as possible.
Sae’s eyes shimmered, reflecting a litany of emotions she didn’t know the name of. Her fingers sped up, flexing against her insides and making Shidou squeal. It felt like her clit was being rubbed from inside of her, overwhelming yet not enough. She didn’t know how much she could take, and it didn’t matter. She was coming untouched, but that didn’t matter either. None of it fucking mattered—
Shidou thrashed under the onslaught of stimulation, trying to close in on herself, do whatever she could to get it off . The only thing that kept her still was Sae, her hand clamped down on the meat of her thigh and forming half-moons in her skin as she was worked closer and closer and closer for the second time that night. “That’s it, take it, take it– good. Fuck, you’re making a mess.”
When she came down, the blond felt like she was washed up along a shore, sea foam kicking against her in weak waves.
“Shit,” she sat up, cottonmouthed and partially boneless. “You didn’t get off.”
Sae gave her an unreadable look. She was mostly dressed save for her top, where pink and purple traced from her neck to the swell of her breasts. “It’s fine,” she said, smoothing her bangs out. Focusing now, Sae looked different, only subtly though, with a light dusting of pink blush to her cheeks and a breathiness in the tail of her voice.
“You sure, Sae-chan?”
“Yes, now get up. We need to clean you and the bed up,” she chided, already starting to pick up the comforter.
“Fine,” Shidou relented, “but after this we’ll go again. Deal?”
Insatiable, Sae thought to herself, tossing the blanket on the ground. “Fine.”