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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 1 month ago
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𝘿𝘼𝙔 𝙎𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙉: Virginity Loss w/ Bestfriend!Wanda Maximoff
a/n: okay no but why did i have so much difficulty writing this?? it kind of makes me mad if i think about it. anywho, uh... two girls in love... kind of bimbo!reader but they're both whipped for each other!!
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“Do you think you could lose your virginity as a girl to another girl?” 
You ask randomly one day amongst the mess of textbooks and assortment of highlighters on your bed. 
Wanda looks up at you from her own book, a strand of fiery red hair that had slipped out of her ponytail hung in her face. Her face is a mix of bewilderment but also contemplation, like she’s seriously considering what you were saying.
“I mean… I would think so? Virginity is like a social construct, you know?” You nod pursing your lips. “You’re right.” Then, you go back to your work. She blinks, once, twice. “Why do you ask?” She pushes. 
“I dunno,” You say with a shrug. “I was just thinking that I would much rather lose my virginity to a girl than a guy. Like… I would have sex with a guy, yeah, but not for the first time.” 
“Is there a girl that you were thinking about losing your virginity to?” She can’t deny the uncomfortable twist that arises in her gut at the thought of you with someone else. “No, not really. If anything I’d lose it to you.”
She chokes, “To me?”
“Yeah, I don’t see why not,” You add with a shrug, “I trust you, and I like you.” You say it like it’s the most simplest thing on this planet. “You like me?” She asks incredulously, her veins pulsating with anticipation. Hope.
“How could you not know?” It’s your turn to be incredulous. “I’m like… the most transparent person on this planet. I always go out of my way to do shit with you, and sometimes you make me so flustered that I don’t really know what to do with myself. Plus, it doesn’t hurt that you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”
“I… I like you too.”
“Really?” The smile you give her is blinding. “Really.” You lean forward over the mass of school supplies to kiss her, a band balanced on the bed next to her criss-crossed knee, the other cradling her cheek.
She flushes as your lips touch and both of her delicate fingers also cradle your face, anchoring you to her. 
It’s nothing but closed mouth kisses, but she starts to feel like she’s burning under her clothes, and so her tongue swipes at your bottom lip asking for entrance, and you enthusiastically give in to her, your tongues wrestling for a moment before you allow her inevitable dominance.
Both of your lungs are burning, but no one seems to want to let go, and you unconsciously start to push her back, swiping at things that are in your way so you can settle yourself over her.
You only separate when you begin to feel light-headed.
Your chests are heaving, and you squeeze your eyes shut, because your pussy is positively throbbing.
“If I told you I wanted to lose my virginity to you right now, would you take it?” You ask breathlessly. Her gaze is dark, boring into yours as if she’s staring into your soul. “Are you sure?”
“Please.” It’s a mix between a whine and a whimper. 
She pushes at your chest, coaxing you off her and onto your back, and you go willingly, staring up at her through wide, excitable eyes. Something inside Wanda softens, and she tugs at the hem of your camisole, and you readily take it off.
She gulps.
Oh.
You aren’t wearing a bra.
She can’t help but cradle your breasts, massaging them and running her thumbs over the hardened nubs of your nipples. You inhale a shaky breath, a shiver shooting up your spine.
“Can I take your pants off?” She asks, lips swollen. “Yeah.”
Wanda rids you of your shorts and underwear all in one go, and you’re laid bare beneath her. Heat crawls up the back of your neck and you sheepishly tug at the bottom of her night shirt, “You too.” You mumble.
She laughs gently, but nonetheless indulges in your request, throwing her plain white shirt to the side and quickly unhooking her bra. You can’t help but stare at her flushed torso, even more so when her breasts are exposed to your hungry gaze.
“Shorts too?” You ask shyly. She rids herself of the offending item quickly, leaving both of you nude.
“Wow…” You can’t help but murmur as you take her in. You drink her in like a woman parched, like you can’t believe you’re finally able to have her like this — and honestly? You still kind of can’t.
She giggles. “What do you wanna do?” You just shrug. “I dunno… I – I’ve never done this before.” She hums in acknowledgement. 
Wanda crawls over your bare body, knees positioned on either side of your full hips, her pussy so close to yours that you can feel the heat of her, and you tremble a little. Your hands settle on her waist.
“How about I eat you out. Finger you a little and see where we go from there?” Your head swims at her crude words but you nod regardless. “Yes… yes, please.” Your words teeter off on a whine and she leans down to place one last bruising kiss to your lips before trailing them down your neck.
They travel over the skin there, her body moving down, down, down, as she goes. Every wet kiss lights your body ablaze, and your legs fall open easily when she coaxes them to a bend, pushing them as wide as they could.
She stares at your wet pussy, taking you in before settling on her stomach, pushing a few strands of stray red hair behind her ear. She looks up at you one more time before licking a stripe from your hole to your clit.
You jolt, a surprised gasp slipping through your lips. One of your fingers settle in your mouth and you suckle on it, the other burying themselves in her locks.
She takes this as an initiative to keep going, drawing your clit into her mouth fully so that you can feel the pressure of her suction. Your lower-half jumps but she just pushes you down, restraining you to the bed.
“Mmf – Wanda…” You breathe around your digit, and she hums. The vibrations of her voice send you skyrocketing, eyes rolling into the back of your head. 
Wanda suckles for a moment before a delicate finger prods at your entrance gently before slipping in. Your walls clamp around her, but you force yourself to relax. She gives you a moment to adjust, dragging it out in a lazy rhythm until you settle.
She crooks it, dragging it over your g-spot easily, and a loud, embarrassing moan slips past your lips. “More,” You beg, “More please.”
She easily concedes, a second finger joining the first. She’s going faster now that she knows you’re susceptible to her touches. Her veins are alight with nerves, and her wrist aches, but she won’t stop until she drags you over the edge.
She detaches herself from your cunt to say, “You taste so good, sweetheart.” You whimper, cupping the back of her head to guide her back to you. She chuckles, but obliges, muttering, “Needy thing.”
You’ll be embarrassed about that later.
You feel a coil in your gut, the base of your spine burning, the need of release clouding all the rational parts of your brain.
“‘M close, Wanda.” You cry out, your eyes screwing shut. 
She goes impossibly harder, and when a third finger joins the mess, you see white, riding her face with abandon. She lets you, licking alongside her digits that are doused in your arousal, her nose knocking into your sensitive nub with every flick.
She draws away when you whimper, resettling over you to get a good look at your face.
“Honey, you okay?” She asks softly, leaning down to kiss you despite her cheeks and chin being soaked. You taste yourself on her tongue, but you don’t hate it. “Very.” You say with a dopey smile, and she giggles.
“Again?” You murmur cheekily. 
Wanda laughs loudly, a smile on her face so big that exposes her glorious, white teeth.
“Give me a minute, then yes, we can go again.”
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chilumitos · 1 year ago
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❀   ִ  ׁ   ֢   ❕ 𝗢𝗵, 𝗵𝗲 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗺𝗲  ֪   ࣪ 𖧧  ִ  𔘓
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koo-night · 1 year ago
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🗝 ⏆   .  🎞️﹢
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hooned · 10 months ago
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i can’t believe i took these photos oh my god i luckily had a great view of the entire concert and wow, again, had thee absolute time of my life. ❤️‍🩹 enhypen, you will always be loved by me.
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angel-cryptid · 5 months ago
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🎀 30 day moodboard challenge: day 22, favorite childhood movie (by @scary-friend)
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𝔖𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔚𝔥𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔡𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔣𝔰
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i dont care that my friends say that if i was a disney princess i would be anna, im obviously snow white
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fenicenera83 · 1 year ago
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onhigh · 8 months ago
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but do i commit to the bit
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dejwritesarchived · 2 years ago
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that paragraph where i drew the arrow hit my soul. like i can’t wait to write this review and highlight the fact that mothers (especially black mothers) have this tendency to be jealous of their daughters. reading this chapter of seven days of june broke me knowing that her mother did what she did on pure selfishness. she didn’t do it want to her daughter get better, she did it out of spite because some guy was adoring her daughter much more than any man that she as a mother even laid up with!
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jizzlords · 6 months ago
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"Happy Mother's Day, from FF-8842 ⚙
I'm sorry the card isn't that exciting... there isn't a lot of material that I can use inside the factory to make you a nice card, but Im pretty happy with the flower I drew. I saw someone bring one of them inside once, so I drew it from memory best I could. Anyway...
I heard from a few other fizzies that it was Mother's Day, and I thought that maybe you'd appreciate a card? Unless I misunderstood the holiday... either way, I'll leave this here in your bag while you're at your meeting, I hope you get to read it."
// @fizziefactory ♡
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Now, what in the eternal hell is this?
In hindsight, perhaps to any individual — the notion would serve as something demeaning if not ridiculously out of pocket. Yet that's not the case with Asmodeus. In fact ...
He'd noticed the card when parting ways from the meeting earlier. He caught a glimpse of it when taking his leave, reading only the beginning of the card and stopping at "happy mo-" before setting it back down into his bag — even forgetting about it. It was only now did he get the opportunity to properly look it over. Maybe it's a good call that he didn't read it immediately in front of prying eyes.
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Ozzie doesn't live through a black and white lens. To consider this silly or anything similar to the term, it's not his style. Rather, he's taken aback! Dare he even feel ... tenderhearted? Soft? No one's ever done anything like this for Ozzie before (and with his stance on children, he didn't ever mind!).
They drew this? Based off of memory, alone? It's impressive! ❝ ... Aww... ❞ More the reason for sin of lust to think about how much effort went into this and then melting all over again. He's finished reading the card — he even reads it twice more. Even then, he doesn't put the card down — eyes glossy and blinking away tears. He's too moved to even consider putting it away.
He'll definitely need to properly thank them. Thank you, baby.
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one-rabbit-every-day · 2 years ago
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25.2.
56 - birthday
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aesxocnet-archive · 2 years ago
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all attendees of the aes!ocnet awards 2022 are now invited to perform the closing ceremony of into the new world [originally by girls generation] 
thank you for allowing this event to flourish year after year! it is truly nothing without the community’s love and support of each other ! it’s been truly fun to faciliate the awards again this year and see everyone’s interactions and creativity this award season! even if you were not nominated, i hope you can see how loved and appreciated you are! i hope the new year brings you great health, growth and memories! happy new year [say it back] ♡
all the love,  admin paige ♡
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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 1 year ago
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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: Face Sitting w/ Daryl Dixon
a/n: yet another fanfic that hasn't been prewritten! anywho, i don't really have anything to say today besides i love you guys and thank you for all the love that you all are sending me! i really do appreciate it!
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Daryl couldn't really tell you when just being close to you wasn't enough. When he felt a deep, rabid need to be near you, on you, inside you, to just simply be suffocated by you, you, you.
It wasn't like your intimate life was stale, if anything, it was anything but, but being fucked by you just wasn't enough.
"Gotta taste ya." He panted against your lips, hands frantically shooting to the band of your pants. "Okay," You panted. "Okay, okay, okay." You repeated to yourself breathlessly, hurriedly flopping on your back and shimmying your tattered jeans and panties down your wide, plush hips.
You laid there, legs spread, needy and waiting.
"What are you doing?" You asked incredulously. "I-" His words caught in his throat. "Not like tha'..." He trailed off, eyes slipping down to your soaking center, your labia shining with your arousal.
"Like what then?"
"Want ya to sit on my face." He confessed nervously. 
Your eyebrows shot up, your eyes widening in the process as you took in your anxious boyfriend. Sure, the idea of crushing him made you skeptical, but it wasn't common for Daryl to outright state what he wants. 
"Sure." You agreed with a reassuring smile.
Daryl looked at you like the sun shined out of your ass, the mixed emotion of relief and excitement present on his face as you maneuvered onto his body. He scooted down, his back now against the mattress as you placed yourself on his chest. "Tell me if I smother you, okay?" You asked. 
He nodded, "I will." He won't.
Descending further up, your juices smeared onto his lips, as if coaxing him to eat the devil's fruit. 
He couldn't wait any longer, and in his haste his arms wrapped around your full, succulent thighs and pulled you down, fully seating you on his face. You yelped in surprise, but it quickly melted into a moan as your hand shot down to grip his long, brunette strands.
"Daryl…" You whimpered. You could feel your legs quivering around his head with every stroke of his tongue up your sensitive slit, the muscle caressing your clit gently.
Unwrapping his arms from around your thighs, his large, callused hands gripped your hips, dragging your cunt up and down his tongue.
"Fuck!" You cried, your hesitancy quickly melting away as you began grinding on your own accord. You let your hands settle over his to help give yourself a better grip to chase your orgasm, rocking back and forth.
"There!" You breathed, your head falling back. "Right there, D. Don't stop!" He groaned in response, the vibrations of his timbre voice shooting up your spine and forcing a shiver from your nerves.
His nose bumped your clit, his wet muscle buried deep inside of your needy, clenching cunt, massaging your velvety walls with an eager fervor of a man starved.
"I'm- I'm!" Before you could finish, you were cumming, legs shaking and quivering around his head. Your hips bucked and moved wildly, working yourself through your end as the tenseness in your stomach loosened.
Your chest heaved, lungs begging for air as you lifted yourself off of Daryl.
"Shit, D. Are you okay?" You asked breathlessly, looking at his reddened, and slick soaked face. 
"I think-" His voice was raspy and broken. "I jus' saw heaven."
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stellarhistoria · 2 years ago
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"I don't mean to intrude. I don't even know what's happening. I just got here." Literally; by means of falling out of space-time. Gaster @ Seven
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"Well." His voice is deadpan as he stares at the skeleton that just dropped onto the scene. "If you're going to be here. How good are you at being stealthy? I could use another hand in this... or a distraction, if you're better at being that."
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muu-kun · 2 years ago
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marine serre
#muus latest underwear obsession has dropped#; ♡ ; unsafe#; ♡ ; closet#something to know about muu is that for about the last seven years he has more or less#been the type to predominantly wear neutral but still marketed for women's undergarments#and not for any reason other than he just prefers the style of them and they've remained his go to for that alone#but also you have to keep in mind that when life was at it's worst he really only had miss hannah as his support system#So even when things were ROUGH and he was having to navigate how he was going to make it through another probably God awful day#these damn tricksters would be giggling up in her closet away from everything else#putting on Hannah's clothes and making up lil gags for each other to make one another laugh#and all because of a running joke started when they were bit younger and he put a pair of her underwear on#And made her endure the goofiest lap dance ever#so basically what I'm saying is muu all this time later still wears essentially strictly “women's” underwear because it just#makes him happier than he would ever get out of wearing those intended for a typical man or masculine presenting individual#I'd almost arguably state he feels an odd sense of security in wearing all women's clothing than he does what would be thought to be#his own “boyish” attire but would still be persistent in his request to be known as otherwise male#because while he is comfortable and holds a sense of safety towards the feminine he is very knowledgeable of the fact#he wouldn't find happiness in completely socially transitioning into being a woman either#he is much more aligned with the man that he is to some extension a Man#he just would like to be one in his own way and on his own terms
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soukthavy-phavathdy · 29 days ago
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moechies · 2 months ago
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kinktober ⋆౨ৎ entry #1 ; cockwarming w toji fushiguro .ᐟ
dear diary ♡,
a couple days ago, mister toji taught me how to 'cockwarm.' it's where i simply sit on his . . . cock, and warm him up -- he says. i was so nervous ! he is so big , and i thought it was going to hurt tons ! it burned a little , but felt so much better after settling a little. mister toji was touching me so softly all over, calling me sweet things, and even played with my tail! i'm so embarrassed -- i must've been blushing so much! i think i may ask him to do it again today , i hope he doesn't get angry . . . i love mister toji so so sooooooo much ! ♡
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“c—can we do it when you’re done?”
“what?”
he can tell by the way you’re fidgeting and your ears are twitching— you need something. you pinch at the skin of your thigh, nervous with little courage as you ask.
“the— the thing you taught me. last week. the warming one?” you quip, tugging on toji’s shirt as he finishes up cleaning the dishes in the sink.
“oh.. y’want my fat dick in y’r lil bunny pussy is what ‘m hearing, is that right ?” he emphasizes on dick. he’s so blunt, and it makes you want to crawl and hide. he turns to you with a checkered apron hanging onto his neck, hand leaning against the sink. his smug smile spreads across his face, seeming to enjoy the way you grow flustered.
you whine at his choice of words, thighs rubbing against eachother with need. he acts as if he doesn’t see you writhing besides him, your arm purposefully pressed against your chest to suppress your sore tits.
he can practically smell the sweet slick spilling from your pussy bunny, smearing over the crotch of your panties.
toji briefly tugs at the string that holds the back of his apron together, swiftly pulling it over his head before tossing the piece of fabric onto the dining table. he steps forward, figure pressed against yours and you unconsciously stumble back. he makes you so weak.
“uh huh—“ you’re about to beg again, but he’s quick to scoop you up by your legs, hoisting you up into his arms. you yelp, but make no effort to get away — instead, nuzzling your face closer into the crevice his neck, dizzy at the detected mixed scent of his woody colonge and tart sweat.
he chuckles when you huff at the intial drop of your body onto the matress of your shared room, your plush body sinking into the pillowy sheets. your legs part naturally, taking up your invitation and having him slot himself right where you need him most. his broad shoulders press up against your plush thighs, spreading them further than before.
“bad bunny. y’know you can’t just have cock in ya twenty-four seven, right?” his left pointer finger tugs your flimsy shorts aside, and right thumb presses against the soaked patch of your cunt. you mewl under his touch, soft pads of your feet coming up to press him away. you gently shove at his bicep, but he barely moves. he knows you don’t want him to move anyway. “‘m n—not a bad bunny!”
“you are.”
“n—not, ‘m not mister!”
“hmm, i dunno about that.” he hums, pressing against your clothed clit. “are ya ever not in heat?"
"sir, please, n’more questions!" you whine in fustration, yelping when his pointer and thumb meanly pinches at your swollen bud. your eyes bulb with tears, meeting his that suddenly glare so meanly in comparison to his often soft, emerald ones.
"do you know who you're talking to?" toji growls, squishing the chub of your folds together, the slight simulation to your clit making you flinch.
"y—yes, sir. but please . . . mister, need you here, need your cock here!" you whine, ears sullied and pointed low. your hand moves his to take ahold of his finger, pressing it against your aching slit.
"there there . . ." he coos, thumb sliding over your clothed slit but paying it no attention. he presses a warm kiss on the soddened fabric, low lidded eyes and a smug grin that meet yours when he does. you're adorable like this — absolutely worked up and so terribly desperate; it's his favorite version of you.
"m—mister," you stammer,
"c'mere doll." he sits up against the headboard, pulling you onto his lap. you yelp when you feel the chub of his cock pressing against your folds, grinding down senselessly. toji laughs, getting a hold of your bicep to halt your hips movements. "don't be so greedy, bun."
"hnn—" you whine, tail thumping against his thigh. you slowly tug down his sweats, ears perking up when you realize the missing piece of fabric below — he's not wearing boxers!
he notices the way your eyes light up, cheeks begin to flush, and your expression grows brighter than before — you're one step closer to where you need to be. he almost hates the adorable expression sprawled across your face, chuckling when you look up to him with big-doed eyes searching for a green light.
you salivate when you tug the sweats just low enough, his cock slaps against his stomach. he scoffs, watching his cock leak against his soft skin. he’s getting old.
“inside now— mister—“ you pant, drool spilling at the corners of your mouth. you whine again, hands weakly tugging aside your shorts along with your panties, and aligning his cock head with your fat slit. “mister . . .” you whine, hinting for help.
“y’can do it.” toji grunts, placing a hand onto your plush hip. “ mmh, you got it.”
maybe you don’t ‘got it,’ because it burns so terribly when your folds swallow his cock!
“m—mister, mister !” you whine, quickly pulling yourself off his bulbous tip at the initial burn. he watches your slick stretch from your wet slit to his cock head, making him groan.
“calm down . . y’r rushin,’” he readjusts you, pulling your quivering hips close before you’re hovering over his cock again with small tears. “my bunny can’t do it herself, can’t she? whatta dumb lil’ thing.” toji chuckles, “there there.” he whispers with a sultry voice, making your cunt quiver around nothing.
you whine when you feel him tug down at your hips, whining when his hot tip presses against your slit once again — your slits kissing.
“big sir, s—so big,” you whine, a stutter in your voice from the stretch down low.
“slow down, hurts ‘cause you’re rushin.’ see?” he coos, lifting and lowering your hips over and over, fucking you on his tip. no — you don’t see because you’re awfully lightheaded, hands weakly stabilizing yourself above him but little do you know it’s solely his support keeping you up.
your cunt squelches with each and every single movement, a low ‘pop’ that elicits from your pussy whenever he moves you. “good girl. you can take it, am i ever wrong?”
“i—i can, can take it . . .” you slur, head fluffy and hands weak against his pelvis. “good girl. now sit.”
he grunts, pulling your hips down suddenly all the way, your cunt kissing on his dewy balls. “fuck, damn it.” toji groans — you cry at the stretch, cunt sore and raw when he grinds you down further than possible. “m—mister !”
he chuckles again, breath labored as he pushes the loose strands of his hair back. “worst part’s over, doll.” toji presses down at your arch to lay you against him. he can still feel your body twitching from hiccups of your previous fit — poor bunny. “i—it is . . “ you hiccup. he pets at your soft ear that trails down to your waist, giving your plush skin a soft pinch with a hum. “mister . . feels good . .” you purr, tail twitching incessantly again.
“course it does.”
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