[She's right there. She's right there, right up against it. Like pushing on a door for so long, putting your whole weight against it, craving the final release of the latch on the other side, for the gasp of sensation as you fall into it -]
[And then Denji's fingers yank out and Aki nearly chokes. She opens her mouth to snap at her, a hacking sort of pre-cough sound coming out instead as her back hits the bed and the vibrator cinches against her hole. She can tell what Denji's doing, here, but it doesn't stop her from being pissed, furious, beet-red from the cruelty of the motion, and that red face is soon thrown back with a groan as she resumes her assault.]
You stupid - bitch - [Her hips flinch and jerk wildly, unsteady and uncoordinated as Denji coaxes her. She wants to slap her across the face, pin her against the wall and choke her until she can't make a sound, shove her knee into her cunt and make her grind against it until she's whimpering. Her bottom lip burns bright like a bruised cherry from how harsh her teeth digs into it and then the door finally snaps open and she falls forward with a startled, loud gasp. The orgasm that rolls through her is like being slammed by a tidal wave.]
[Aki blinks in shock, her legs flinching and shifting in an attempt to avoid the continued sensation when she comes down. Her orgasm was silent yet heavy, almost like a blackout except she can remember every single moment of it. Every second, every shift of Denji's fingers, every breath through her nose and lips. Like being underwater and hearing the echo of motion on the other side of the pool. She blinks again, harder this time, a lone tear rolling down the side of her face which doesn't quite match the look of disorientation in her features.]
[There's silent, for a long minute. Only the sight of her chest rising and falling with shuddered breaths. She needs...]
...Second drawer.
[Her voice even sounds shaky. In the second drawer of her bedside table is an unopened box of cigarettes, neatly packed to one side along with a lighter. Even though she quit, she knew she might need them at some point.]
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[And then Denji's fingers yank out and Aki nearly chokes. She opens her mouth to snap at her, a hacking sort of pre-cough sound coming out instead as her back hits the bed and the vibrator cinches against her hole. She can tell what Denji's doing, here, but it doesn't stop her from being pissed, furious, beet-red from the cruelty of the motion, and that red face is soon thrown back with a groan as she resumes her assault.]
You stupid - bitch - [Her hips flinch and jerk wildly, unsteady and uncoordinated as Denji coaxes her. She wants to slap her across the face, pin her against the wall and choke her until she can't make a sound, shove her knee into her cunt and make her grind against it until she's whimpering. Her bottom lip burns bright like a bruised cherry from how harsh her teeth digs into it and then the door finally snaps open and she falls forward with a startled, loud gasp. The orgasm that rolls through her is like being slammed by a tidal wave.]
[Aki blinks in shock, her legs flinching and shifting in an attempt to avoid the continued sensation when she comes down. Her orgasm was silent yet heavy, almost like a blackout except she can remember every single moment of it. Every second, every shift of Denji's fingers, every breath through her nose and lips. Like being underwater and hearing the echo of motion on the other side of the pool. She blinks again, harder this time, a lone tear rolling down the side of her face which doesn't quite match the look of disorientation in her features.]
[There's silent, for a long minute. Only the sight of her chest rising and falling with shuddered breaths. She needs...]
...Second drawer.
[Her voice even sounds shaky. In the second drawer of her bedside table is an unopened box of cigarettes, neatly packed to one side along with a lighter. Even though she quit, she knew she might need them at some point.]