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[othellovonryan]

[Donnie chuckles as the pillow whacks him, even seems to let her do so freely several times before a dangerous smirk spread across his face.]

Pin. Slow. [And then the spidershell's arms were tense, and start tugging her arms to pin them to the bed. Slow to keep from hurting her recovering body, but unrelenting.]

[Donnie moves his leg higher up, forcing her legs further apart.] That was quite the increase in that lovely scent if yours, Chocochu~

You might kill me after, but I think you'd experience a few little deaths first. His hands move from her feathers to her legs. Slowly pushing up her skirt as his leg moves up. Slow as he speaks.]

I could press you in the shadow of a tree in sight of the houses, kneel between your legs and devour you as you try so hard to keep yourself muffled.

Sit with you hear the lake, my fingers buried inside you as people fish just a little ways away.

[He presses his knee against her heat.] Fuck you on a rooftop as we hear people pass by below.

[bluediligence]

[ She's too caught up in flailing embarrassment to remember that Donnie just letting her assault him with a pillow was probably something to worry about. ]

[ But then there's that damnable smirk, and the casual instruction that confuses her until she feels it — the easy slack in the spidershell's arms giving way to tension as they slowly, gently, inexorably drag her wrists down against the bed. Oh. Oooh. Uh oh. She gulps. Struggles a little, but … just a little, just a little this time, just this once, if only because she's recovering. She wouldn't put it past Donnie to stop for real if she tried too hard, whether out of actual worry or to teach her a lesson. Or both. ]

[ He's a bully. ]

[ He is such a bully. ]

You—! [ She's still squirming, so when he presses his knee up against her like that … Oh. Oh, it hits hard in all the best ways. She whimpers low in her throat, a soft mewl of a sound she hadn't meant to let slip. ] Donnie. W-We, we'd get caught.

[ There's another determined wiggle — nevermind the friction, nevermind how utterly soaking wet she already is — as she tries valiantly to give him a petulant kick on the butt. ]