[Denji full-on bites her fingers with those damned devil-like teeth and Aki flinches back, unwilling to let the bite sink too low, possibly damage something more sensitive. She glares down at her, beginning to lean up to snatch her away as retribution, but then her fingers slip her own slick around her, the warmth from Denji, herself, contrasting just enough with her own to make it palpable. Her finger, finally, she thinks, beginning to relent - but then it's not just her fingers. No, then it's her lips, squeezing and sucking and sending her rolling back and gasping so suddenly she chokes on the air that's sucked in. No, no, she wants to snap, not that fast, not that sudden.]
[Aki's hand reaches down to grab at Denji's hair and there's the inclination to yank her off, to pull her backward or to the side and slap her across the cheek, wag a finger at her, bad dog. But instead her hand only clenches into her locks and squeezes weakly, fingers shaking, curling against her scalp without any more force than a gentle headscratch. Her lips feel dry from how much she gasps in air without letting anything out, her hips jerking, flinching, thrusting, meeting every touch with an equal desire to get away and get more. Fuck, she'll choke at this rate. How did this start? This wasn't how it was supposed to go.]
[She can faintly hear herself moaning now, long, low sounds that tell her she has to be close. She wants her back inside again, wants the probing of her tongue, but she wants her here, too, the warm heat and sloppy popping of her lips around her clit, the way she sounds so hungry and starving. Dirty. Lewd. So...]
You -
[It's the last thing she says before the words are gone, no sentence finished, her mind choosing to focus on the rolling pleasure now coarsing through her like a tidal wave finally crashing. All the build-up and pull-back of the sea, finally culminating in the crash, every bit of her tensing up and going taut as she finishes. Her fingers scratch hard into Denji's scalp and she groans loud, heavy, deep. Her chest heaves and her free hand briefly covers her eyes.]
[Fuck. Fuck, she thinks, still panting and gasping. How the fuck did this stupid dog manage to hit her just right?]
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[Aki's hand reaches down to grab at Denji's hair and there's the inclination to yank her off, to pull her backward or to the side and slap her across the cheek, wag a finger at her, bad dog. But instead her hand only clenches into her locks and squeezes weakly, fingers shaking, curling against her scalp without any more force than a gentle headscratch. Her lips feel dry from how much she gasps in air without letting anything out, her hips jerking, flinching, thrusting, meeting every touch with an equal desire to get away and get more. Fuck, she'll choke at this rate. How did this start? This wasn't how it was supposed to go.]
[She can faintly hear herself moaning now, long, low sounds that tell her she has to be close. She wants her back inside again, wants the probing of her tongue, but she wants her here, too, the warm heat and sloppy popping of her lips around her clit, the way she sounds so hungry and starving. Dirty. Lewd. So...]
You -
[It's the last thing she says before the words are gone, no sentence finished, her mind choosing to focus on the rolling pleasure now coarsing through her like a tidal wave finally crashing. All the build-up and pull-back of the sea, finally culminating in the crash, every bit of her tensing up and going taut as she finishes. Her fingers scratch hard into Denji's scalp and she groans loud, heavy, deep. Her chest heaves and her free hand briefly covers her eyes.]
[Fuck. Fuck, she thinks, still panting and gasping. How the fuck did this stupid dog manage to hit her just right?]