[ This time, Denji babbles in assent to the sound of her own lampooning, as if each insult is praise to be digested in full. The pleasure washing down whatever offense roused, turning it instead into a reason to keep going, to see this through, to take her satisfaction by any means possible — after all, it's not something given away freely, without cost. So, by that logic, she shouldn't have to shoulder the guilt that always looms in that back corner of her heart, decrying her enjoyment of every day things. Like sweets from the convenience store, or staying up late to catch one more episode.
Sex. Sharing candy with someone.
She's paying her dues, that's all. That's how she justifies herself, and justifies holding on to a frigid woman who can't stand her. But with their bodies right on each other, stretching and melted together into one wriggling mass, cheeks flushed, she — she sure is warm. She almost looks like she's having fun, calling her a mutt and demanding her release.
Throwing her head back, Denji groans loud, countering the sloppy beating of her fingers with her own violent and out-of-time grinding, like she's trying to take in more than what's been offered to her. Like she wants each crank that keeps winding her up, the unbearable pressure that heats every section of her stomach, to hurt. Just an acceptable amount, just to help her hold off for one last spike of bliss and prolong this moment as much as she can. Which isn't long, she knows. The agonizing flick of her clit's getting her light-headed, causing her hips buck and shiver and jump more frequently with the pull of a higher calling. It's coming. It's coming. But before it's too late, she still has something to do.
Scrabbling for Aki's jaw, she forces her face into a tilt and kisses her, urgently dragging her up by the bottom lip, suckling and suckling, trying to taste as much as she can. Badly, bruisingly, but completely. Her brow knits in concentration, dead set on getting this one correct. No interruptions. And, oh, oh, that feels — ]
Fuck, coming, fuck! A-Aki, I'm —
[ Aki thrusts true to a place she can't even name, the tingling in her spine growing until her eyes have glazed over and she's suddenly eye-to-eye with the ceiling. A gasp crowns the breath between their lips as what feels like a fist flying through glass shatters straight through her core. Her thighs spasm as she cries so hard she can feel the base of her skull go numb — and in the midst of all that, a hot flood spills from the seam of her cunt, pouring past the fingers still inside her, whole rivulets coiling down Aki's forearm. ]
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Sex. Sharing candy with someone.
She's paying her dues, that's all. That's how she justifies herself, and justifies holding on to a frigid woman who can't stand her. But with their bodies right on each other, stretching and melted together into one wriggling mass, cheeks flushed, she — she sure is warm. She almost looks like she's having fun, calling her a mutt and demanding her release.
Throwing her head back, Denji groans loud, countering the sloppy beating of her fingers with her own violent and out-of-time grinding, like she's trying to take in more than what's been offered to her. Like she wants each crank that keeps winding her up, the unbearable pressure that heats every section of her stomach, to hurt. Just an acceptable amount, just to help her hold off for one last spike of bliss and prolong this moment as much as she can. Which isn't long, she knows. The agonizing flick of her clit's getting her light-headed, causing her hips buck and shiver and jump more frequently with the pull of a higher calling. It's coming. It's coming. But before it's too late, she still has something to do.
Scrabbling for Aki's jaw, she forces her face into a tilt and kisses her, urgently dragging her up by the bottom lip, suckling and suckling, trying to taste as much as she can. Badly, bruisingly, but completely. Her brow knits in concentration, dead set on getting this one correct. No interruptions. And, oh, oh, that feels — ]
Fuck, coming, fuck! A-Aki, I'm —
[ Aki thrusts true to a place she can't even name, the tingling in her spine growing until her eyes have glazed over and she's suddenly eye-to-eye with the ceiling. A gasp crowns the breath between their lips as what feels like a fist flying through glass shatters straight through her core. Her thighs spasm as she cries so hard she can feel the base of her skull go numb — and in the midst of all that, a hot flood spills from the seam of her cunt, pouring past the fingers still inside her, whole rivulets coiling down Aki's forearm. ]