“i’m not so sure about this, tophie..” you cling tighter to your girlfriend’s arm, both of you walking towards the fire palace’s gates. “isn’t fire lord azula.. y’know.. a little crazy?” you whisper the last bit to avoid a public execution in case anyone overheard you.

toph only laughs, hands in her pockets as she keeps walking, “don’t worry, sweetness. she is insane, but she’s still my friend. so you’ll be fine. come on, i visit her every year, what’s the big deal?”

you sigh, still concerned but you know your protests will fall on deaf ears. “i really, really don’t get how you’re friends with her. but i mean, won’t she mind my presence? she doesn’t know me.”

“mind your presence?” a smirk tugs at her lips, which makes you cock an eyebrow. you don’t know what thought just crossed her head, but she shakes it off with a chuckle. “oh trust me, she won’t mind at all. zula loves pretty things.”

you huff, lightly elbowing her. “i’m not a thing.”

she smiles at that, not bothering to answer you as you close in on the guards. toph pulls out her badge and they stand aside, bowing to you two as you go in.

toph’s a familiar face, but you aren’t. so all sorts of stares are being casted your way the further you walk in, and you can only hold on to your girlfriend tighter to calm your nerves.

toph, though, seems completely unbothered by your growing discomfort. if anything, she seems to relish it. “you trying to tear my arm off, baby?”

you swallow, marching through the hallways to the throne room. “i don’t have a good feeling about this..”

“now you’re just being annoying.” she sighs, metalbending the huge royal doors open with a swipe of her hand, without even a single knock, and you want to scream at the insolence.

she drags you with her, barging in like the fire lord herself wasn’t in that very room. “just relax. zula loves me.”

“do i?” the low voice cuts through the vast room, firm and crisp.

your gaze slowly travels up the high stairs to her huge throne, and your breath slightly hitches, making you squeeze toph’s arm even tighter in fear.

this was the first time you ever saw fire lord azula in person.

the portraits didn’t do her justice — even with how threatening she requested them to be, conveying the raw terror she enjoyed inspiring in people, they paled in comparison to the glare drilling holes into you right now.

her legs were crossed, elbows on the armrests as her head rested on her palm in a show of boredom, the upper half of her dark hair brushed back into the royal golden headpiece while the rest cascaded down her shoulders..

as beautiful as you’d admit she was, she looked anything but pleased.

see, you knew this was a bad idea. maybe you should leave now.

but instead, toph’s loud cackling fills the room and your head whips up to her in bewilderment. she walks even closer, ignoring your feeble attempts at holding her back, “you know you love me, zula.”

in only this past minute, you could count over six fire nation laws that toph just broke, and you didn’t know which one would send you to an early boiling death any second now.

two guards by her side lift their weapons, and azula doesn’t rip her stare off you as you’re forcefully pulled closer by toph to stand in front of the first steps, and you try not to squirm under her sheer intensity.

she doesn’t even blink, assessing you with her gaze alone. you feel heat creeping up your cheeks at the prolonged silence and you finally break eye contact, lowering your head in respect.

“that’s what i thought.” she lifts her hand up to her guards, “leave us.”

“yes, your majesty.”

and with that, their steady footsteps find their way outside, and you’re left in a suffocating silence, too scared to look up.

then you hear her scoff, entwining her fingers. “only you would make such a disrespectful entrance, beifong.”

toph croons, “you know me so well, zula.”

“maybe one day i should serve you as meat stew to my army,” she muses, and you can hear the grin in her voice. “you and the cute pup you brought with you today.”

at that, you finally look up, puzzled. azula’s eyes are still on you, her smirk plainly taunting, and when toph looks down at you, the uncanny resemblance in their smug grins sends a shiver up your spine.

toph chuckles, ruffling your hair. “aw, hear that? seems like you’re my pup now.”

you don’t know whether to stare at her in annoyance or pure shock.

was this seriously happening right now?

in the fire lord’s throne room?

maybe this was just a dream.

yup, must be an afternoon nap.

azula finally — after what seemed like an eternity — looks away from you to stare at toph instead, swapping her crossed legs to rest her right one on top of her left now. “where’s my gift, beifong?”

toph snorts, raising an eyebrow, “a gift? since when do you hold me to your laws, zula?”

“just because you’re not foe,” she gives her long nails a check, curling her fingers over her sleeve. “doesn’t mean you can simply show up empty-handed in front of your fire lord.”

“mhm.. well, that’s too bad.” toph holds out her hands and sighs dramatically. “i’ve brought nothing with me, your majesty.”

“but you have, beifong.” azula looks up from her hand, her gaze back on you this time. her forming smile makes you freeze into place, “a rather pretty gift, at that. and you know i don’t give empty praise.”

toph doesn’t need to see to feel the growing tension or know what she’s talking about, and at first she frowns, but then she hums.

“toph,” you hiss quietly, clinging to her arm tighter without breaking eye contact with azula. “what the hell?”

toph pulls her arm out of your grasp to wrap it around your shoulders and hold you tight against her side. “you want my girlfriend? that’s a bold request, even for you.”

azula sneers, looking down at you with a mockingly fond stare. “i won’t take her from you. well, not that i couldn’t, but i’m feeling merciful tonight. i just want to borrow her for a night. you can join, too. just like old times.”

borrow you? old times? what the fuck was going on?

you look up at your girlfriend, and the last thing you expected to see was a flustered blush tinting her cheeks.

“toph??” you’re torn between confusion and anger. “what the hell is this about? what old times?”

“oh please.” azula rolls her eyes, “beifong never told you we used to be an item? you think she visited me yearly for some cookies and tea?”

toph glares at her, “azula.”

woah, woah, woah.

you glare up at toph now, “what the fuck? you dated the fire lord??”

“no i didn’t.” she snaps, her face increasing in redness.

“yeah she didn’t,” azula smiles sweetly. “we just fucked. you know, as good friends. so don’t worry.”

as mad as you were, you couldn’t help where your mind wanderered, filthy images of them naked plaguing your imagination. who even topped? you could see them both do so interchangeably, and the thought only makes you flush almost as beet red as toph.

you forget how perceptive your blind girlfriend is, and you remember it when she abruptly looks down at you, having picked up on the hitch of your breath and the growing warmth of your body.

she tilts her head, puzzled and almost disgusted. “seriously? you’re horny?”

“what— no!” you quickly stammer, your voice unusually squeaky, and you watch her gaze darken in real time.

azula, on the other hand, is more than amused. she gets up, the clicking of her heels resounding through the room as she descends the stairs, arms behind her back, and you can do nothing but look at her, mouth agape.

the closer she got, the prettier she seemed to get.

sharp eyes, smooth dark hair similar to your girlfriend’s, subtle smirk, confident gait — everything about her screamed royalty, and your knees fought not to sink to the floor in submission already.

no wonder she ruled so well.

you gasp when she stops in front of you, reaching for your chin to swipe her thumb across your bottom lip. “i’ll be in my chambers tonight. upper floor, second door to your right. i’ll wait for your answer. well, you’d be pretty dumb to turn down a direct offer from the fire lord, pup.”

she doesn’t even wait for your reply nor does she seem interested in it, letting go of you and walking out of the throne room.

you blink incredulously as you watch her retreating figure, and when she’s out of sight, you let out a huge exhale you didn’t know you were holding.

but then you’re quickly yelping again when toph’s firm hand finds your hair, roughly pulling your head up to look at her.

“whore.” she spits, sightless eyes glaring daggers into you, “you’re actually considering it.”

you wince, whimpering and clutching your scalp. “n-no, i’m not! let go of me!”

she pulls harder, “you’re already a whore in my eyes, you’re gonna add liar to the list?”

“y—you can’t be calling me a whore. you literally slept with her.”

“and?” she asks, like you’d just stated the weather.

you huff defensively, trying to push her hand off you, “so you can’t be mad at me for thinking it.”

“mad?” she furrows her eyebrows before laughing loudly. “ohh. no no, you’re misunderstanding this, baby. i’m not mad at all. i’m quite happy, in fact.”

you frown, confused. “but you just— owww!!”

“sooo happy,” she drags you by the hair, ignoring your pained yelps as she leaves for azula’s chambers, a delighted smile on her lips. “you have no idea how happy i am.”

“t—toph, it hurts!” tears prick at your eyes, your scalp on fire.

“if you think this hurts,” she feels up the walls with her free hand while she walks, “you don’t know what sleeping with the fire lord is like.”

… what the hell did you just get yourself into?

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toph barges into the chambers, dropping you right in front of where the fire lord was seated on the edge of the bed.

“beifong,” azula chuckles, looking down at your completely disheveled self on the floor, “i know you’re blind, but you’re ridiculously bad with gift packaging. what a mess.”

toph is already sliding her top off, grabbing azula by the collar of her fancy red robes, “ever the complainer.”

their lips smush together in a heated kiss, the wet pop!s of their entwined tongues reaching your ringing ears as you’re left a panting mess on the ground.

azula bites down on toph’s tongue, making the latter detach with a grunt. she kneads her breast in what would seem like an apologetic gesture, “get your girl up here, beifong.”

toph huffs out a small whimper, before reaching out to feel up the floor for you. you’re still massaging your poor scalp when toph finds your hair once again, pulling you up from it and you want to cry again already.

you finally get a good look at azula, her lipstick a little smudged from the earlier kiss, her headpiece ditched for thick black locks of hair to come undone and frame her face and slender neck, the robes half opened from toph’s aggression, one of her shoulders exposed.

you turn your head and your girlfriend’s already shirtless, but before you get to admire her properly, she grabs you and adjusts you into azula’s grip, your back against the fire lord’s chest, while she crawls over you to slot herself between your legs.

you blush at toph’s gaze on you, and azula snaps you out of your haze by tugging at your clothes. the message is clear and you obediently lift your arms, letting her undress you effortlessly.

“cute,” she nips at your ear, her hands travelling up your waist to your now bared tits, giving your nipples a mean pinch.

you squeal, squirming in her hold, but you’re quickly shut up by toph suddenly shoving two of her fingers in your mouth.

she presses down on your tongue, leaning closer until her face occupies your entire field of vision, “suck.”

her voice brooks no argument, and so you weakly coat her digits, moaning and gagging on them as azula presses wet, boiling hot kisses to your nape.

you feel her grin against your neck, and before you can process anything, your half-lidded eyes blow wide open in surprise, your screaming muffled by toph’s fingers when azula’s hands on your chest grow searingly hot.

the unbearable heat against your sensitive nipples has you thrashing wildly between both of them, and toph brings her free hand up to rest over one of azula’s. “won’t you burn her like this?”

“i’m not that evil.” she lies sweetly, pressing a mocking kiss to your sweaty temple and cooing when tears start streaming down your red face. “aw, too hot for you? stop gagging her, toph. i want to hear her scream.”

toph mulls it over, then agrees, but not before pushing deeper in one last time to drag a garbled choke out of your hoarse throat.

she grins, wiping the saliva off on your cheek, “well, aren’t you loud?”

with your frenzied writhing, you land an accidental kick to toph’s side, and that earns you a stinging smack to the thigh.

“stop moving, bitch.” she barks, face now twisted in anger, and lowers herself down to loop both her strong arms around your shaky thighs to hold you down.

“p—please— ah!” you cry out, arching up in pain when azula’s burning hands slowly slide off your chest and over your abdomen.

she chuckles against your ear, wisps of steam escaping her mouth, “so dramatic. the fire lord is giving you a personal sauna session, and you can’t even say thank you?”

angry red patches of skin fill the expanse of your tummy, and her fingers feel up the top of your panties, before the smell of smoke fills all your nostrils.

she was burning them off!

“a—azula! you’re gonna burn me!” you yell through tears, looking down at the fabric on fire in panic, but toph’s arms render any attempt at escaping useless. “s—stop it, please! this is crazy!”

at that, azula only sighs, bringing one hand up to cover your mouth. “unfortunately, you do sound better gagged. just shut up, i know what i’m doing. and who said you could call me by my first name? i should burn you, just for that.”

you can’t tear your eyes off the flames, sweat rolling off the sides of your head in waves, your entire body shaking with adrenaline under toph’s unrelenting grasp.

toph scrunches her nose, like you weren’t quite literally on fire, “reeks of burnt cotton.”

azula smiles, chin slotted against your shoulder to drink in the pure fear on your face. “so cute.”

she finally takes mercy, firebending the rest of the flames away with a swirl of her finger, your pussy exposed and glistening, and you’re just glad it’s somehow intact.

your head tips back against her shoulder, body going limp from the rollercoaster of emotions you just experienced, tears still streaming down your face.

“aww, stop it. you’re too adorable.” azula presses a condescending kiss to your cheek, tasting the saltiness of your tears. she smiles, “wow, you have such a pretty girlfriend, beifong. too bad you can’t see her.”

toph scoffs, “too bad you can’t have her.”

both their grips on you tighten.

you can barely manage to keep your eyes open, too out of it to do anything but pant erratically. you don’t know what’s going on, a long silence settling in, but you can only imagine them glaring at each other, the rising tension more than obvious.

azula takes her hand off your mouth to find your chest again, giving your right breast a sudden squeeze, a soft moan slipping out of your lips.

toph huffs, her nails digging into your thighs, and lowers herself down to press warm open-mouthed kisses to the irritated skin on your abdomen, licking them to soothe you further, coaxing a string of needy whimpers to leave your mouth.

you let your eyes flutter shut, basking in their delicious touch, the kneading of your tit and the hot kisses and nips littering your tummy making warmth bloom deep in your stomach.

“boring.” you hear azula whisper against your ear, but before it even registers in your brain, the hand she burnt your panties off with slides down over your folds, making you let out a startled yelp.

she grins, her breath warm against your neck as her fingers swipe over the dripping slick, smudging it across your aching pussy, “so wet already.”

with no prep or warning, she swiftly pushes two inside your drooling slit, and you arch off the bed with a loud squeal, flushing with embarrassment at how effortless that was.

she purrs, a sly smirk on her face. “so easy, too.”

you moan lewdly, her nimble fingers scissoring you open with filthy squelches.

toph scoffs, landing a harsh spank on the side of your thigh to jolt you back into attention. “you’re that easy for a stranger? aren’t you ashamed?”

you whimper, looking down at her through half-lidded eyes, “i—i’m sorry.”

“you’re not. but you will be.”

she pushes your thighs further apart, and you’re already mewling at the sight of her strong hands flexing around your inner thighs, her expression feral as damp strands of hair fall over her eyes.

she spits on your stuffed cunt, earning an annoyed tsk from azula, and before you even start squirming in anticipation, she’s already down on you, a scream ripping through your throat when her lips latch on your swollen clit.

“oh—oh my god!” you cry out, writhing against azula, who also picks up the pace of her finger-fucking to match toph’s aggressive slurping.

the sounds are so filthy it feels blasphemous to be doing this in the fire palace, but you can only moan and scream, drool dribbling down your lips from the feel of azula’s insanely precise fingers against your g-spot and toph’s punishing mouth on your clit.

your eyes roll to the back of your head when toph’s hands slide under your thighs, finding the fat of your ass to lift your hips up even higher — and the new angle has stars exploding behind your eyelids.

“gonna cum?” azula taunts sweetly, twisting your nipple.

you nod, unable to speak through sobs. her fingers curl up against your spongy spot while toph’s tongue swirls around your puffy bud, her saliva dripping down to azula’s knuckles, who decides to fuck it inside you too.

the thread in your lower stomach is about to snap, when toph suddenly lifts her head up and grabs azula’s wrist, quickly pulling her fingers out.

you cry out, uselessly bucking up into her mouth but her arms loop back around your legs to firmly hold you down.

“aw, that’s cruel.” azula coos, bringing her wet fingers to toph’s slick-sheen lips.

your girlfriend wastes no time in sucking on them greedily, making you watch her through tears, all while azula’s free hand offers your chest comforting rubs and squeezes in mock sympathy. “you poor thing.”

you hiccup a sob, “why? p—please. i’m so close—”

“i know,” toph tilts azula’s hand, licking on her wrist. “i don’t care.”

you watch her helplessly as she kisses and licks her way up azula’s arm to her shoulder. she pushes your face slightly away so her lips can find azula’s, and your clit uselessly throbs at the unfairly attractive sight.

“mhm,” azula hums, tasting you on toph’s mouth. “not bad.”

toph swallows her words in a deeper kiss, their hands tangling in each other’s sweat-damp hair, though azula somehow has the decency to leave one on your poor boob.

this was so unfair.

you were on the brink of an earth-shattering orgasm, and they just leave you pent-up to make out?

it didn’t help that their moans only made the knot in your abdomen painfully tighten.

toph finally pulls away, a string of saliva connecting their swollen lips, “where’s the strap, zula?”

azula steals another kiss. “where i always kept it.”

toph nods and gets off the bed.

right.

they used to fuck.

the reminder has your thighs squeezing together, heat creeping up your cheeks as your imagination goes wild again.

“somebody’s aroused,” azula muses into your ear, her hands finding the curve of your waist to adjust you back against her chest. “what’s running through your dirty little mind?”

your lips purse tightly, a sudden shyness taking over you.

she laughs, nipping at your neck, “dirty thoughts of me and toph, i bet.”

“mhh— i-i just…” you swallow, fidgeting. “i—i really wanted to cum.”

“oh don’t worry,” her palms grow warmer against your hips, and toph finally comes back to you, strap in hand. your eyes widen at the sheer size of it, your guts twisting with dread and reluctant excitement.

azula smiles, the bed dipping under toph’s weight, “you’re about to cum buckets.”

toph grins down at you, and it’s the last you will see of her face. she does a twirly motion with her fingers, and so azula turns you over, making you finally face her.

she chuckles, looking at your surprised expression. “hey there. missed me?”

toph’s hands hook under your hips, manhandling you into all fours, and you rest your palms over azula’s thighs for support. “what are you— ah..”

azula undoes the flimsy ribbon tying her robes, and the fabric gives way to her naked body, your gaze travelling down peaked breasts to her gorgeous cunt.

“my eyes are up here.” she pats your cheek mockingly, tutting at your stubborn staring. “pathetic.”

she spreads her legs wide enough, the stretch of her cunt an irresistible invitation.

her hand on your cheek slides up to your mussy hair, her grin still taunting. “take a deep breath, you’ll need it.”

with that, she pulls you down roughly, your face meeting the mattress with a startled gasp. she tugs on your hair, lifting you up to meet with her wet pussy in all its glory, and you swallow the lump in your throat.

she smiles down at you, her fingers brushing the hair off your nape to softly caress the damp skin.

“for your own sake, i better cum.” she swipes her index over the back of your neck, the motion gentle but the threat’s obvious. “after all, we wouldn’t want you to accidentally get shocked, right pup?”

your confusion is cleared when she generates just a bit of lightning at the tip of her finger, making your head jolt up with a pained yelp.

her smile widens, “so be good, yeah? you know i have a short temper.”

your bottom lip quivers under her gaze.

seriously, what were you thinking? sleeping with the fire lord?

you nod obediently, “yes your highness— augh!” you choke on your own words, feeling toph glide her tip over your soaked folds once before plunging into you so hard you hear your tailbone crack from your abrupt arch.

“t—toph!” you desperately scream, the girth stretching you out more than you could ever fathom.

you claw at azula’s thighs, crying again, and you hear toph curse behind you, her hands grabbing your ass cheeks to spread you wider. “shut her up, zula.”

“you don’t command me, beifong.” she snaps, but her grip finds your hair nonetheless, pushing your face into her warm slit.

you sob against her puffy lips, toph’s cock bullying its way inside your tight walls, but a swipe of azula’s fingers over your nape makes all the hairs there stand, the warning clear.

you sniffle, your tongue darting out to lick a big stripe up her folds to her clit, kissing and suckling it.

“finally,” toph groans when she finally bottoms out, readjusting her hands on your hips. “there we go.”

she doesn’t even give you a second to prepare for the ruthless pace she brutally fucks you with right off the bat, and you can only choke and sob, your sounds muffled as you’re fully smushed against azula’s pussy.

you wail, nails sinking into azula’s thighs, making her scoff. “what the fuck are you doing? let go of me, and eat me out properly.”

you feel electricity buzz beneath her fingertips and you immediately let go in fear, trying to put your mouth to better use than helplessly crying, but toph’s pounding — especially with whatever strap from hell this was — made this an almost impossible task.

the whole bed was creaking, the loud sounds of skin slapping filling the room as her hands tighten around your ass, appreciating its ripple against her hips at every thrust..

you couldn’t help but drool, your knees wobbly and position unsteady, but she didn’t need your legs for support.

her death grip on your hips was more than enough — you were basically useless; your only job was to lay there and take it.

well, not exactly.

azula reminds you of that by rubbing your neck in a deceptively gentle motion.

and that alone snaps you back to reality, lapping at her folds feverishly in whatever way you could.

small wonder that she was so good at fear-mongering.

“good girl,” she scratches your scalp, your head bobbing frenzily from the sheer force of toph ramming into you.

your eating was sloppy, you knew that, but you tried to make it up by giving extra attention to her sensitive clit, which happened to be the only thing that coaxed anything remotely akin to praise from her lips.

she was just like toph in that regard.

when a woman was this rude and mean with you, it always made the praise hit 100x harder.

fair trade, if you ask me.

“ugh, useless bitch.” azula roughly fists your hair, lifting your head up and locking you in place. you’re about to beg for forgiveness when she ruts up against you instead, deciding to take care of this herself.

you mewl and gasp at every roll of her hips, the lack of air making you even more light-headed, all the while toph’s tip deeply kisses your cervix.

incorrect choice of words — this was no “kiss”, she was destroying your womb from the inside.

you shiver at the feel of toph’s bare chest against your back, your face still stuffed full of azula’s cunt to properly see her.

toph lowers herself over you, her breath hot against your nape. “you’re close, aren’t you? gonna cum for me?”

you’d love to answer if you could, but you were too busy trying to get one puff of oxygen in your system before you completely shut off, though too scared to go against azula’s wishes.

death was a far more merciful consequence than her wrath.

toph somehow manages to pick up the pace even more, mumbling filth into your ear as her fingers slide down to your neglected clit, and you scream against azula.

the vibrations of your voice have her eyes rolling back; and it’s exactly what tips her over, having her gush all over your face.

she pulls your head up by your hair again and you suck in the sharpest inhale, desperate for air, and she just glares down at you, both of you panting, though in completely different rhythms.

“sloppy.” she grumbles, twisting your locks like you were some puppet. “could use some work.”

her words don’t even register into your addled brain because you’re the next to cum right after her; toph’s pounding, paired with her ever so phenomenal clit fiddling, sends you tumbling over the edge.

the now sopping wet toy produces even filthier sounds while she fucks you through your high, some of your slick dripping down from it down to either land on toph’s thighs or the sheets.

“perfect,” toph flips her thick hair back, satisfied with the outcome as she slowly pulls out of you. “could never get sick of fucking this sweet pussy.”

your body weakly squirms when she fingers some of your cum back into you, too exhausted to even protest anymore, falling totally limp against the mattress when they both finally let go of you.

“y’know, zula, i could get used to this gift thing.” toph smiles, sitting next to azula sweetly like she didn’t just fuck the living daylights out of you.

azula hums, “she’s really bad at multitasking, though. but since this is your first gift, i’ll let it slide this time.”

toph grabs her face, pulling her in for another hot kiss. she chuckles mockingly, “i’ll whip her into better shape for you next time, your highness.”

azula grins, returning the kiss. “you always know how to appease me, beifong. now, give me back my strap and roll over.”

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* i feel like i got sloppy after this long break idk.. anyway, art creds are neozumi on X (toph art) & aakiwa on tumblr (azula art)

you can't answer. your mouth opens but only a whimper comes out. "tsk" vi slides her hand higher and cups the wet heat between your legs through the denim. you buck into her palm immediately, a broken little moan spilling past your lips.

"that long huh." she doesn't tease, well not cruelly. her thumb presses down, circles slow, and you grab her wrist, "more, vi, pleeaseee."

"easy. i've gotchya." she pushes you back onto the couch, and follows you down, cages you with her body. the mech gear tattoos winding up her forearms catch the lamplight, black ink, cogs and smoke, like she's built to take you apart piece by piece. you want her to,you want her to take everything.

vi's fingers hook into your waistband, tugging your jeans down just enough to slip her hand inside... no underwear. she giggles, her laugh, that tiny little giggle, ughhhh so hot. her breath warm against your cheek. "look at the sticky mess you've made on your jeans, so ready for me. "

"fuck yes, im so, so ready vi. please just-- " you softly grind on her hand.

"please what?" her fingers slide through your slick folds, gathering wetness, circling your clit with practiced pressure making your whole body jerk. a strangled cry caught in your throat. "use your words, sweetheart. i want to hear you beg."

you're past shame. youre past everything except the aching need for her touch. "please fuck me. with your fingers. i need you inside me. please, vi, gonna lose my mind."

she hums in approval. then she pushes two fingers into you, her middle and ring finger, slow and deliberate, stretching you open. your back arches off the couch, a sob tearing from your chest. finallyyyyy the emptiness is gone, replaced by the perfect fullness of her knuckles against your entrance.

vi finger fucks you with long, deep strokes, thumb pressing on your clit, watching your face contort with every thrust. you're already a mess -- gasping, squirming, digging your nails into her shoulders. she leans down to kiss the corner of your mouth, soft and tender despite the way shes driving you toward the edge.

"thaaat's it," she whispers against your lips. "let go for me. make a mess on my fingers, i want to feel you."

and you do, you shatter clenching around her, a broken wail muffled against her neck as she works you through it, slowing only when you start to tremble from overstimulation.

when she pulls out, she brings her fingers to her lips, tasting you, eyes dark with satisfaction. "good girl," she praises, and pulls you into her arms, letting you curl up against her chest while your breathing steadies.

your skin still tingles where she touched you. and you know this won’t be the last time.

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