[It reminds her of seeing Denji in the midst of a fight, when her face is obscured by some metallic helmet. She can't see her eyes then and she can't see them now, thanks to how close they are, but she's always wondered what her expression must be like. Delight or terror, pleasure or pain. Some mix of these opposites in a disturbing stew. She licks up her face and it strenghtens the feeling that this is exactly like combat, her tongue lolling out, her body quivering, legs fighting for purchase into a spot Aki knows from experience won't give her a solid hold. Without thinking she lowers her hand to wrap around Denji's back, holding her up. She may be tense, but she might not be for long.]
Dirty girl. [She repeats the brand of insult in lieu of anything better. It's good she already came, that Denji pushed her so far over the edge that this certainly won't work her up. If she got turned on not just from the way Denji kissed her body but from the way she quivered and shook on her hand - No, she's definitely not. Definitely not storing away every sound and every hitch of breath on its own mental CD, carefully labeled and placed on a spindle.]
[It's embarrassing, the kinds of emotions this stupid brat brings to the surface in her.]
[Her fingers continue to mercilessly pump in and out, fucking into her deepest reaches and hooking close to pulse against the edges of her body, all while her thumb presses hard against her clit, hitting it like a button that's bright red and warning you not to. She can feel her wetness coating every inch of her hand, over her palm and nearly up to the wrist.]
Then come, already. Hurry up. Come, right now. [She turns her head to look down at her, tilting her chin up like she's coaxing a dog forward, ordering it with only a look, cold and commanding. Because that's what she wants, Aki's decided. Someone to order her around. That's always what she wants. Aki will play the role, if she must. The heat in her cheeks at seeing Denji belie the lie, but she still speaks sternly like it's all true.] Come, you mutt.
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Dirty girl. [She repeats the brand of insult in lieu of anything better. It's good she already came, that Denji pushed her so far over the edge that this certainly won't work her up. If she got turned on not just from the way Denji kissed her body but from the way she quivered and shook on her hand - No, she's definitely not. Definitely not storing away every sound and every hitch of breath on its own mental CD, carefully labeled and placed on a spindle.]
[It's embarrassing, the kinds of emotions this stupid brat brings to the surface in her.]
[Her fingers continue to mercilessly pump in and out, fucking into her deepest reaches and hooking close to pulse against the edges of her body, all while her thumb presses hard against her clit, hitting it like a button that's bright red and warning you not to. She can feel her wetness coating every inch of her hand, over her palm and nearly up to the wrist.]
Then come, already. Hurry up. Come, right now. [She turns her head to look down at her, tilting her chin up like she's coaxing a dog forward, ordering it with only a look, cold and commanding. Because that's what she wants, Aki's decided. Someone to order her around. That's always what she wants. Aki will play the role, if she must. The heat in her cheeks at seeing Denji belie the lie, but she still speaks sternly like it's all true.] Come, you mutt.