[Stupid. Shew knew it. She knew she'd take the offer, right when it was made. She had no doubts. Not a single one. Denji barrels into her and Aki leans back on her arm, the hand in her hair clenching tight as she groans under her breath. The way she sucks at her, how she can feel her lips through the fabric, the way it all sticks to her skin... Fuck, this is stupid. Fuck, she should stop her. She tugs her closer, presses her face in deeper.]
[Aki isn't sure when she was last eaten out, but she's at least sure she wasn't this wet and - melting, as Denji succinctly put it. She can feel it on her thighs, all along her panties, inside of herself even with that thin fabric keeping her held back. Habit tells her to lay flat to give her the best angle but her id tells her to keep watching, take in this rare scene. No, actually, it's not rare. Denji scarfing down a meal is far from rare, commonplace, even. So what is it about this that she can't tear her eyes away from?]
[Her shirt is half-pulled up and her entire body feels damp, mixed with sweat and Denji's saliva and arousal, combining into some kind of hedonistic perfume. Aki rocks her hips up into her face, shoving her closer, pulling her in, then finally lets go of her hair to reach around and tug the fabric aside with a huff, a sort of surrender. Like she wasn't intending to give Denji more than a few bites and is finally passing over the whole plate - who is she fooling with this? Even she can feel how the heat in her face has gotten all the way to the tips of her ears.]
Do it good and I'll finger you. [A harried, off-the-cuff offer, not one she's thought about for more than half a second. It's not like Denji even needs an offer like that. Given how she dove right in, she's pretty sure she'd do this for free. But she's a dog, through and through, and dogs are good at working towards a reward. Even if they don't know how good the reward is.]
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[Aki isn't sure when she was last eaten out, but she's at least sure she wasn't this wet and - melting, as Denji succinctly put it. She can feel it on her thighs, all along her panties, inside of herself even with that thin fabric keeping her held back. Habit tells her to lay flat to give her the best angle but her id tells her to keep watching, take in this rare scene. No, actually, it's not rare. Denji scarfing down a meal is far from rare, commonplace, even. So what is it about this that she can't tear her eyes away from?]
[Her shirt is half-pulled up and her entire body feels damp, mixed with sweat and Denji's saliva and arousal, combining into some kind of hedonistic perfume. Aki rocks her hips up into her face, shoving her closer, pulling her in, then finally lets go of her hair to reach around and tug the fabric aside with a huff, a sort of surrender. Like she wasn't intending to give Denji more than a few bites and is finally passing over the whole plate - who is she fooling with this? Even she can feel how the heat in her face has gotten all the way to the tips of her ears.]
Do it good and I'll finger you. [A harried, off-the-cuff offer, not one she's thought about for more than half a second. It's not like Denji even needs an offer like that. Given how she dove right in, she's pretty sure she'd do this for free. But she's a dog, through and through, and dogs are good at working towards a reward. Even if they don't know how good the reward is.]