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when he finally bottoms out inside of you and lets out such a low, ragged and almost desperate sound that makes it known he’s been waiting for this alllllllll day
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Okay imagine you and Dust sneak in a quickie somewhere public- like you two manage to fuck and not get caught but like, still a public setting where there was a risk of anyone coming in even if it was unoccupied when you two were going at it
You both either forget about the knot (or maybe dust didnt forget but chose not to pull out anyway because something happened that made him possessive + could double as to why he agreed to a quickie to begin with)
He locks in
You're now stuck on his dick and are basically forced to remain sitting on his lap in public, you're both clothed enough that its not clear you two are attached to each other at the crotch to an outsider you two just look like an affectionate lovey dovey couple
People passing by being none the wiser while you have to be as still as possible and wait for the knot to go down likely praying no one tells you two to move or tries to start a conversation
Bonus points if Dust keeps teasing you and grinding his hips to make you squirm or prevent the knot from swelling down anytime soon
This was sort of a joke, but now thinking really hard about how it would feel to have eggs slowly stretch and squeeze out of my dick/ovipositor while holding a boy close, buried deep inside him, his hole stretching in unison, pressing tightly against his belly so I can feel the eggs entering him every step of the way.
Maybe my own belly is a little swollen by the eggs I have to lay; you can feel mine empty as yours fills, several times bigger than how I looked. Maybe you're even pushing on my belly to help get them out of me faster; squeezing at my cock, forcing them out of me in your desperation to be filled. Every egg laid absolute bliss for the both of us.
Cumming isn't enough. I don't want to just cum inside them and wait for them to grow. With each throb I want to feel that egg stretch me as it enters them. Each throb getting them more pregnant and we can both feel it. I had gotten so swollen and needed that relief. We can see the progress, each egg like a knot keeping us together as they travel into their awaiting belly. All culminating in a bigger creampie to fertilize them all.
Overly horny dust
you're welcome for the thoughts XD
Honestly imma steal Beas headcanon cutely Dust's sex drive goes up the moment he's drunk
Imagine getting a dick pic from Dust of all people with the caption of "it misses you 💜" with a full erect dick knot even slightly swollen because he wants to fuck NOW and he needs a warm place for it
Or Dust stumbles in absolutely shit faced and Dust who normally very awkwardly or very bluntly with no tact is suddenly trying to sweet talk and seduce you, being overly touchey or asking if he can fill your bunny hole among other dumb horny rabbit based puns
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Really into object insertion today. Imagining someone finding progressively bigger and bigger objects to stick inside their partner. Imagining them doing so with clinical efficiency, entirely fixated on how much can you take and how big can you go. Saying Just a little more, don’t move now. Shushing their partner when they whimper or try to move or squirm away from the huge wine bottle entering them. Or the sanded-smooth chair leg. Or the baseball bat. The sick fascination on their face as they watch it sink in, in, in into that once-tight hole. Leaving it stuck inside, groaning and starting to get themselves off right then and there at the sight of it, at the little noises and gasps their partner is making at being so utterly, utterly filled. So deep they can see the bulge in their stomach, can press one hand against it from the outside and revel in the aborted jerk it earns them. And then doing it again the next night, except with something even bigger. You know what I mean?
want you to lay me down on a table, still clothed, and inject me with something. it's experimental, you say. what does it do? that depends on if it works. you'll find out in time, anyway, you tell me, and i trust you -- you're a specialist, after all. you're trained in helping people like me. so when i start to feel a little tingly i'm assured it's all a part of the process. but it's, wow, it's really strong. my clothes start to feel a little tight; is it warm in here, suddenly? you don't look uncomfortable. you've wiped my arm with an alcohol wipe and placed a clean bandage over the site, cool against my skin. i'm sweating a little, and the tingling feeling is getting stronger. it's starting to prickle through my stomach and lower, shit, into my groin which feels just as warm as the rest of me, no, warmer, molten on the inside and i want to ask you why but i know why. this is all part of my treatment. it just keeps getting stronger, the pinpricks of friction every time i shift a little magnifying under the pressure of your gaze as you stand back. how do you feel, you ask me, and i say i feel hot. i'm grateful i can still speak, still think with perfect clarity, but it's odd, too, feeling my brain and body clash like this. i feel hot all over, i say. and i'm very sensitive. i don't tell you that my clit is practically standing up, but you can see by the way i'm grinding my hips that the chemicals are starting to fully kick in. so you direct me to lay back, gently, like a good doctor, your latex gloves gliding easily against my sides and back. you place my arms against the table and click something into place, constricting them, and i'm so, so confused but i want to understand. what's happening, doctor? don't worry, you say, this is a good result. this is what we were looking for. can you tell me more about how it feels? i'm starting to whine a little under my breath, and you casually fix my legs in place too, open. i feel hot, i answer, but i already said that. i feel -- the word takes a minute to reach my lips -- aroused. can you give me any details? you ask. um. my clitoris feels very sensitive. i can feel that i'm wet, and my walls ache with a kind of limited tightness. i'm usually not one to get wet at all. i can barely brush a finger against my opening without pain, and it hurts still, but it's like it's fighting the usual tension of my muscles. good, you say. can you tell me any more? i pause for a moment. it's erect, i confess, my clitoris. saying it aloud makes the muscles in my stomach spasm. and i'm close to orgasm, i say, fighting to remain composed. i'm going to come. you continue to look at me, eyes trained on the juncture of my pelvis as i buck against the restraints. that's alright, you say, and place a hand on my stomach, and it's so light, separated by a clean sheath of latex but it's enough, and i come untouched as you press me into the table.
I just want to be impaled on a huge monster's cock. Their cock is so thick and full of ridges and bumps, it's almost too overstimulating. But they keep saying how good I'm doing for them, what a good little cocksleeve I am. Their claws are almost as big as my waist, they can just use me as a living fleshlight with one single hand. I'm helpless as their enormous and textured cock splits me open over and over again, but oh gods, does it feel good.
bulge rubbing is so fucking hot holy shit like your dick’s not even out of your pants and you’re already hard and desperate to be touched? I wanna play with you until you cum in your pants
being fucked with my clothes and shoes still on is so fucking hot, need someone to push me into a wall and push my pants down and finger me til i can’t hold myself up anymore
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Boyfriend whose dick is intimidatingly big. He keeps nudging it between my spread legs, making sure I'm prepped enough for him to fuck me for the first time, but I start to shift away once I realize just how big he is. He notices though, and holds me down, putting his weight on me and trapping me under him. I protest, telling him that I don't think I'm ready, that he's too big for me, and he's going to break me—but my protests are interrupted by the feeling of him suddenly thrusting into me.
As his cock slips in, there's some resistance before something in my body gives way, and inches of dick immediately slide in, causing me to cry out at the sensation. I was right, he was going to break me. It's too thick, stretching me out and making my tummy puff out a little bit. He kisses my cheeks and wipes my tears while continuing to roughly force himself inside, telling me that I'm so good for him, such a good boy, I feel so tight and warm, and he just has to have me right now. It's not his fault he's so horny. Not when I look like that. Not when I feel so good around him.
can’t stop thinking about object insertion, especially accidental/forced/public object insertion.
you’re on a crowded subway and you feel so cute in your skirt that’s just little too short. you feel something cold touch your thigh from behind and flinch, but it’s too crowded to turn around and look. The cool sensation, maybe it’s metal? It’s dragging up your thigh a little higher now, under the hem of your skirt, and oh right, you’re wearing a thong today. There’s nothing stopping whatever this is from being pushed up against your hole.
You can feel your face turning red, feel the shiver in your stomach, but luckily you don’t see anyone paying attention to you. You start to turn your head, maybe you can at least see what’s happeni— the subway jolts hard as it comes to a stop, and it’s inside you, cold and hard and you know you moaned, but hope it got lost in the noise. You can feel it now, although it’s not that deep. The head of a metal water bottle, you think. You clench around it, almost involuntarily, and you’re definitely leaking now.
Are they doing it on purpose? It’s not moving, even as people exit and enter the train around you. You’re not moving either. You kind of want to. The subway starts up again, and with it, the bottle pushes a little deeper, and a little deeper, with the swaying of the train. It’s starting to stretch your hole as it gets wider, put there are passengers packed in on every side and you can’t move. Deeper, and it’s starting to hurt. How big is the bottle? Are they doing it on purpose?
You feel so full now, and it’s heavy, like it’s filled with water. But it’s moving so slow, and you can’t help but clench and buck your hips back a little, fucking yourself on the bottle. The train picks up some speed and suddenly it’s sliding in and out of you, rubbing against your spot with enough force that you can feel yourself getting close. The train is reaching a station again and fuck, you’re amount to cum in the middle of a crowded subway. It screeches to a stop and this time the water bottle slams deep inside of you, too deep, and you’re cumming, whimpering and spasming on the thick, cold metal. A few glances are thrown your way from passengers, but you’re too hazy from the pleasure to notice anything but the cum dripping down your thighs and the humiliation of what’s happening.
What was your stop again? More people are filing in and it’s too late to move or pull away. The bottle is still in you, still stretching and stuffing you. You don’t even know if its owner is still behind you, or if it’s just being held up by your tight hole. You realize if you take it out now, everyone will see the bottle fall from under you. They’ll know exactly why you were shaking and panting, and notice the cum flowing down your legs. You have to keep it in. You’ll have to walk off the subway without anyone knowing that under your skirt, a stranger’s thick, full water bottle is stuffed up your hole, fucking you with every step you take. It’s going to be a long ride. How many more times will you cum with all those people around you, not knowing if this was an accident, or if someone decided to shove something up your pretty hole because you were an easy target?
Description: The star sanses all wanna be dads apparently
A/N: This doubles as a request, everyone realy wanted the fourway between the star sanses.
MINORS DNI. Heavy Breeding Kink & Minor Cum Inflation, AFAB Reader. No other triggers apply I don't think. Implied sanscest? You can interpet it that way, again merely implied
What have you just agreed to? How this even started was beyond you. It had started with a conversation about kids. Ink, Dream, and Blue all admitted to wanting to have one, you cheekily offered to give them one. The look the three of them gave you....it made you feel like a piece of meat throw to a pack of wolves.
An odd feeling towards three of the objectively speaking most friendly sanses out there.
And you kept your word.
You laid there in Dreams arms, back against his chest as he lovingly cradled you. Blue's firm hands on your hips as he took his first turn rutting into you wildly and despite two keeping you occupied you couldn't ignore Ink off to your side pleasuring himself while Blue ruts like an animal. And even Dreams touch, no matter how gentle would drift to more sexual and gropey as his hands knead your breasts.
"THIS IS SO WONDERFUL!!" Blue squeed, your eyes rolling back with each thrust of his hips. He wasn't rough, more like over eager, his movements slightly focused and managing to hit a new sensitive spot every time he slammed back into you. "DO YOU THINK WE'LL GET TWINS??? OOOH, WHAT ABOUT TRIPLETS!?"
"Blue!" You rasped, not sure if you were trying to protest or encourage. Regardless of the practicality of carrying more than one, well- you clenched harder around it. Ink voiced your thought for you,
"Fuck, that's hot."
"Blue, slow down. You'll hurt them." Dream chastised, he was big on not pushing you. Of course he was, the biggest softie out of all of them. You're torn between wanting to soak up that gentle energy and wanting each of them to go buck wild with their turn.
"SORRY!! THEY JUST....FEEL SO GOOD!!" He shut his eye sockets tightly, slowing the speed but not the intensity of his thrusts. His strength was truly something else.
"They aren't made of glass, Dream. They can speak up," Ink huffed, his tone more playful than anything else.
"Ink- I- fuck!" You forgot what you were going to say, your back arching as you clung desperately to Dream. A shudder ringing through your form.
Dream at first looked concerned, and you're worried he might order Blue to stop when that's the last thing you wanted, but his face shifted to that of natural understanding. His voice like a bell right next to your ear, "Are you close?"
You nodded, a soft moan following it and it contrasted hard against the near growl Blue let out. "GONNA....KNOCK YOU UP!!"
Dream smiled knowingly, one hand still gently squeezing your breasts while the other drifted to your front to steadily, playing with your clit to steadily add to the growing pressure. For a brief moment you swore it was like you saw stars, "You can let go for us.." his mumbled tenderly against your ear, "We'll take care of you."
That did it. You came. You came hard. And the spasms that were squeezing Blue just right made him lose the last of his control.
"FUCK!"
Your insides felt warm. You felt your legs tremble, your pleasure filled haze still registering how much you were being filled. Your eyes opened, your chest felt warm too. And thats when you realized a colorful thick liquid covering you....Blue hadn't pulled out. Your gaze drifting over to Ink who looked not only smug but had a series of colorful cum dripping from his cock, confirming your suspicion.
The brief moment of peace didn't last long. You were all panting except for Dream, but you know, feel a prominent hardness against your back. He's eager, but unfortunately, it's not his turn. Not yet.
"Move over!!"
"HEY!"
Ink shoved aside Blue, The smaller skeleton positioning himself between your legs. "You're still soft, I'm not!"
The offended gawk that came from Blue would have made you laugh, but you couldn't find it in you. Especially as Ink slammed in, making you gasp. He was hard. And you were sensitive.
"I CAN RECOVER EASILY!!" Blue offended, "I JUST....NEVER CAME THAT HARD BEFORE." He didn't stay soft for long, "OH, DO YOU THINK IT'LL REALLY HAPPEN?"
"It will if I have anything to say about it!" Ink declared, his thrusts weren't as hard and he wasn't as big as Blue but his speed was something else. His member throbbing with strange magic that made your breath hit. "And it'll be my creation! My child! Mine!"
"I CAME FIRST IT'LL BE MY KID!"
"Oh, I'll show you how to really breed a bi-"
"Ink!" Dream interrupted.
"What?? It's true!" You're pretty sure Ink increased his speed just to spite Dream, his focus zeroing in on you. You don't think you ever saw Ink get like this, at least, not up close. "You'll be filled with my creation! My spawn! Fat with my kid! My broodmare!-"
"Don't word it like that!" Dream lectured, oblivious to how you clenched at those words and it only spurred Ink on further.
"They like it, don't you? You wanna be bred by me! Right?"
You tried to respond but the words were lost on you with how Ink was hammering into you like a jack rabbit. Another moan came, you clanged tighter onto Dream, he looked down clearly a bit concerned but his expression softened as he saw no visible sign of distress. Your attention pried away from him, as Ink leaned forward to press his forehead against yours.
"Me." he breathed out, "You look at me. You're getting bred by me." his words weren't aggressive, just hellbent. The same excitement he got when truly lost in the art of creation. An artist in an intense dance with his muse, it sent another surge of arousal through you with the building sensations but- it didn't build further. Ink cried out, then shuddered. He came and filled you.
"See? You went too fast." Dream informed while Ink nearly collapsed, onto you. "Poor thing didn't even get to come."
"THIS IS WHY I'M TRULY THE MAGNIFICENT!"
"Shut up! Dream helped you!" Ink cried out, reluctantly pulling out. "I just...got carried away...the idea of you actually knocked up by me...fuck..." he was attempting an apology, you weren't mourning the lack of orgasm terribly though....
His seed was swimming inside you. And it felt like it was nearly vibrating and you couldn't tell if it was just like that or it was your arousal talking at the idea of being his broodmare. Their broodmare.
"Alright, love?" Dream asked softly, you nodded. Letting him position you, right it was his turn. And you could tell he was stupid hard. He couldn't wait much longer. He turned you around carefully, handling you like you were something to truly be cherished. You were on his lap straddling him, the anticipation was great yet frustrating as you felt the heat of him at the entrance.
There was no competition, Dream was the biggest out of all of them.
"Ink, since you were selfish, you can help me this round." Dream informed, Ink following suit. Arms wrapped around your waist, his hands didn't go to grope at first just....playing with his still warm seed on your chest and stomach. Ever the artist, tenderly spreading it around into various shapes and patterns. As if you were a canvas, his canvas.
The artist nuzzled into the crook of your neck, humming blissfully as Dream lowered you down onto him. "Okay, but you get to be inside them while knowing I made them cum,"
"Mmmhmmm," Dreams attention was entirely on you, his gaze nothing short of adoring even while he talked to Ink, "Is that what you think?"
"You don't get to be smug about this." Ink huffed, going to playfully bite your earlobe, "I'm making it up to you next turn."
Your walls clenched around Dream. You believed him.
"DREAM HURRY UP OR I'LL BUST A NUT ON YOUR FACE!"
Blue was growing impatient, a very clear signal to hurry up. Your attention drew to him, he was stroking himself frantically. A mix of frustration and impatience as he waited for his turn. Carefully you were bounced on Dreams lap, Ink touching you and Blue watching as you were thoroughly used, plotting knows what for when he had you again.
Blue was strong and hard but mostly steady. Ink was relentless nearly maddening energy. Dream was worshipful and tender. Almost purposeful as you knew with each thrust he was picturing the life he was planting there, his care for you the only thing currently grounding him. Ink eventually going to grope your breasts, giving them each a squeeze with a light pinch to your nipples. Another hand drifting down to play with your clit and unlike Dream he has no mercy.
"We'll all take care of you no matter whose child it is." Dream informed, calm but with an underlying intensity, it wasn't front and center like with the other two but still there. "Being an uncle is just as good as a father, but-" he growled, it was nearly beast-like and your cunt spasmed briefly at the sound. "I do hope it's mine."
"You can go faster, Dreamboat." Ink teased, leaving a hickey on your shoulder. "They like it rough, don't you?"
You gasped in response, Dream grinding right against that sensitive spot. If you didn't know any better you'd say Dream was trying to spite Ink for a change.
"It's called doing it with care, Ink." he informed, squeezing your hips as he continued at his current pace. "Do you prefer Ink? Or is this better? Hm? I know you're getting close."
"CAN YOU ALL STOP TEASING!! NEITHER OF YOU GOT THIS LONG OF A TURN!" Blue whined, stroking frantically and his member glowing with frustration, "WE ALL KNOW I'M THE BEST! NOW BREED THEM!"
"Excuse me?" Dream asked sounding offended, though you certainly noticed how his cock throbbed inside you. Whether that was in response to Blues jab or the breeding comment was unclear.
"Blue! I-, hngh, Dream! Ink!" you moaned, attention divided while you were blissfully overwhelmed. Clumsily you forced your boneless pleasure driven body to move, motioning Blue forward. Curious, he came. Ink and Dream watching with clear fascination. The movement was awkward as you maneuvered your way from in-between the skeleton sandwich you in to kiss Blue square on his mouth.
Blue returned it eagerly, savoring it while he could. Then you pulled back. Then you kissed Dream. Then Ink. The message was clear, though you're sure it wouldn't stop their competitiveness. You liked all of them. You wanted all of them. Dream's tender love. Ink's bizarre passion. Blue's pure excitement. All of it.
Neither you or Dream lasted long after that. You came both at the same time, milking Dream while he flooded you and you fell back onto Ink as the small skeleton did his best to hold you up. "Shit-" he muttered, looking down at you. Him and Dream working to properly place you for Blue's next turn, "Look at that."
You looked down, your stomach was slightly bloated. Only slightly but the glow was the most prominent part as their magic swam around inside you. Gold. Blue. And various shifting colors into that of a rainbow. Bred and marked. And you were just getting started.
"MWEH HEH HEH!"
The rounds started to blend together, Dream always checking up on you, Ink's playfulness only being spurred on in response and Blue's proudful boasting with his excited exclamations circling around you in a loving cocoon. It felt endless. And you didn't want it to end.
impatient about this thing i’m writing so i’m unleashing a snippet of dust smut for you now. enjoy having explicit knowledge of my kinks!!!
proceed with caution pls (cw for implied dubcon, burning skin on purpose, and tbh some manipulation)
“d'you mind if i… take the lead a bit?"
Your eyes water as the smoke of his last drag seeps out of his teeth, his smile close to your lips. You smile and nod, mumbling out a quiet 'that sounds nice' as you hook your arms around the back of his neck. The sting of vodka lingers on your lips as you lick them. He places a gloved thumb on your chin, tilts your head up, and kisses you slowly.
You sink into him, and Dust hums as your mouth moves against his sloppily. In lieu of his lack of lips, his teeth are at least somewhat malleable, mirroring most kisses you've had before. You almost giggle—he tastes like how you imagined. Like cigarettes and ash.
He rolls your bottom lip between his teeth, making you gasp. His free hand drifts from your neck to the small of your back, gently nudging you to straddle him further. After a few more moments, Dust breaks from the kiss, and he traces his eye lights across your blissed out face.
"can i put this out real quick?" he asks, grinning wide when you nod slowly. He brings it to your lips to offer you one last drag, which you only halfheartedly accept. You're too focused on catching your breath from the kiss. When you've had your fill, he pulls it away and flicks the ash on the ground.
Then, without breaking eye contact, he puts his cigarette out on the bare skin of your inner thigh.
You actually shout, which quickly earns you a gloved hand clapped to your mouth. Fuck, it burns! Eyes hot with tears, you try to squirm from him, to escape the way he's caging you, but the hand on your back suddenly presses you closer against him, locking you in place.
"shh, shhh. it's okay, it's okay," he hushes, voice sounding a little out of breath himself. Vaguely, your brain tells you to do something, to wiggle out of his hold, to push him away, but instead your arms shake as you hold limply to his collarbone through his shirt. Your shock freezes you in place, your limbs too unstable to move.
The throbbing from your thigh makes you whimper. "just breathe for me, yeah?"
With his hand still over your mouth, your deep breaths through your nose slowly even out. Dust sighs, then presses a kiss to your temple.
"'m sorry about that, 'm sorry," he mumbles, close to your ear. "it's hard for me, not to mark up pretty things like you."
You shudder. When he's certain you won't yell, he slowly removes his hand from your mouth and drops it to your thigh. Dust squeezes your flesh, tugging at your skin, and subsequently your burn too. Another round of shockwaves run through your leg. You dip your head into his shoulder to muffle your groan. He tuts at you.
"you need me to take care of it?" he asks, voice dripping with faux innocence. You swallow, then glance down at Dust's fingers still against your thigh, right beside your quickly forming scar…
Embarrassingly, your hips twitch forward. His hand is just so close. Dust chuckles quietly, digging his distals deeper into your thigh until you have to grit your teeth.
"Y- yes… please," you mumble to his jacket. Anything to soothe the pain. And the heat pooling in your stomach.
Dust seems to like that answer, because his grip loosens immediately. In one fluid motion, he stands and hoists you over his shoulder, as if you were light as a feather.
It's an odd feeling, as he leads you to the glass screendoor of your porch and through your dark apartment. You can't turn to watch where he's going, so instead your gaze flicks across the room uselessly. To the TV that you lost the remote to, practically making it obsolete. To the pile of dirty dishes in the sink you swore you'd clean tonight. To the almost empty bottle of vodka you planned on finishing.
Things you meant to get to, but never did. It's weird how much the image sticks to you.
Dust kicks your bedroom door open with ease. How he knows where the bedroom is, you have no idea. Maybe just a lucky guess. Either way, he tosses you on the bed like a sack, admiring you from above as you scramble to your knees. A little more sense in you now, you inch away from him, anxious to put distance between you.
He notices this and hums. "you seem scared." His eye lights, which glow in the dimly lit room, look you up and down. "like your heart is about to burst."
How observant of him, but that isn't all you feel. When you shift, you notice just how wet you've become, your underwear damp and sticking to you. Damn it, did this really turn you on so much? You swallow the lump in your throat.
"No, I'm just… confused, I think," you admit, hand digging into your plush blanket. Desperate for something to hold onto. "You're not actually gonna… hurt me, right?"
The quiet is heavy, your question suspended in the air. You can feel a certain shame grip you, inching up your back and sinking into your flesh. Because you know it, deep down, despite the words on your tongue, the throb of your skin, and the pounding of your pulse…
A small part of you wants him to.
After a moment, Dust lets out an offputting laugh, warbled and sharp, then puts his knee on your bed. You feel yourself stiffen.
"stars, kid, how could i, when you look at me like that?" he asks, shaking his head in disbelief. He sinks his weight onto the mattress, upright on his hands and knees as he slowly, very deliberately, crawls towards you.
Your heart flutters and your body shivers, like prey that knows it's been cornered. You dip your head to look away, but Dust reaches out and grabs your jaw, forcing you to stare back at him.
"no, no. i won't hurt you," he assures, inches from your face, "not really, anyway. i'm just curious, is all."
Curious? Transfixed on him, you let Dust tilt your head until your neck is open, and gasp when he presses his teeth against it. He's gentle as he peppers kisses along your skin, so much so that it almost pushes your burn from earlier out of your head.
Almost.
"C-curious about what?" you manage to mumble through his attention. You resist the urge to press your legs together. When he finds your pulse, he nips at it, pinching your skin and making you mewl. He lets out a pleased rumble.
"about how far you'll let me go."
Dust pulls back again, seemingly excited by the idea. His grin widens, rounding out his cheeks as he drinks in your expression. He's clearly enjoying himself and yet, you have a sense that he seems to be holding himself back. For now.
Your voice low, you confess, "I'm wondering the same thing."
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