[ She thinks about sex all the time, with the oftenness of someone with an affliction, an addiction to the human body. All the microscopic ways you can dismantle a person, make them stress their limits, bend, and fold in defeat. Feel good about it. It's crossed her mind.
But as Aki grabs her and she launches forward, confused alarm spreads across her red-battered face, followed closely by the onset of a realization. She'd nearly forgotten about it. The trade Aki'd thrown out there, careless as a bone, like she didn't think it mattered a single bit. And maybe Denji hadn't cared that much about what she'd get in return, either. Just wanted to do well, feel well. And maybe that's why she'd forgotten about it, why her hands close around Aki's elbows, trying to brace and push back against them. ]
H-Hey! Watch it, don't, ah, ah, ahnnn —
[ Her cries skip out, the scratch of a record that keeps rewinding itself, before succumbing into pathetic mewls, a long string of saliva sticking to her back teeth, mouth opening up so, so wide. Fuck, she sounds like a slut. The waist of her panties squeezes into her hips, the front material bulging with the fit of Aki's hand — without thinking, her own hand clamps on top, trying to urge her touch in. She hasn't even breached past her folds yet, but just the light tracing of her fingers, the friction at her clit, turns her inside out, nipples buttoning through her shirt as she arches into Aki's naked chest.
She wants more. If the nipping at her neck weren't sucking the air clean from her windpipe, weren't vibrating from the impatient whine leaking out from her, Denji would tell her that. For now, she can only wriggle her underwear looser down her legs, ignoring the snap of threading as it stretches around her soaked thighs. ]
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But as Aki grabs her and she launches forward, confused alarm spreads across her red-battered face, followed closely by the onset of a realization. She'd nearly forgotten about it. The trade Aki'd thrown out there, careless as a bone, like she didn't think it mattered a single bit. And maybe Denji hadn't cared that much about what she'd get in return, either. Just wanted to do well, feel well. And maybe that's why she'd forgotten about it, why her hands close around Aki's elbows, trying to brace and push back against them. ]
H-Hey! Watch it, don't, ah, ah, ahnnn —
[ Her cries skip out, the scratch of a record that keeps rewinding itself, before succumbing into pathetic mewls, a long string of saliva sticking to her back teeth, mouth opening up so, so wide. Fuck, she sounds like a slut. The waist of her panties squeezes into her hips, the front material bulging with the fit of Aki's hand — without thinking, her own hand clamps on top, trying to urge her touch in. She hasn't even breached past her folds yet, but just the light tracing of her fingers, the friction at her clit, turns her inside out, nipples buttoning through her shirt as she arches into Aki's naked chest.
She wants more. If the nipping at her neck weren't sucking the air clean from her windpipe, weren't vibrating from the impatient whine leaking out from her, Denji would tell her that. For now, she can only wriggle her underwear looser down her legs, ignoring the snap of threading as it stretches around her soaked thighs. ]