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“Mhh-” Sigma sighs out, watching a flurry of soft flesh and gauze bounce up and down on her lap.
Watery eyes well up with unshed tears, almost rainbow — opalescent with the fat, salty tears brimming in her pleading gaze. Light and hazy, a soothing blend of the softest lilacs and purest roses washed with an overpowering grey.
“No, sweetheart-” Dazai giggles, a jeering sort of noise, and pushes Sigma’s hands off of her hip. Pinning thin wrists above her head.
Sigma feels her heart break. The tip of her nose twitching as little stings jab at the flushed pink flesh. It's difficult to hold back her just horrified little sobs:(
Puffy knot already brimming at the base of her throbbing cock and adding pressure to her lower stomach from the weight of Dazai just barely avoiding it slipping in on each leisurely bounce.
“Whyy-” Sigma whines, barely coherent when Dazai rolls her hips just so.
Dazai throws her head back in ecstacy when her puffy clit grinds against the brimming knot at the base of Sigma’s aching cock. So needy it's flushed a harsh purple and dribbling watery pre-come Into Dazai's already full pussy, steady dripping down the length in little beads and collecting above the knot. “Because you’re so fucking cute- uhhh-huh! Tell me you're cute.”
Jerky hiccups fall from Dazai's lips, wracking her chest and causing the ample fat of her boobs to move too. God, this is possibly Sigma’s favourite sight.
“Mhhh.” Sigma feels like sobbing, the pleasure bordering on painful. Her own release was already long gone tacky and dried on her skin from previous rounds.
“Ah,” Dazai chastises, a harsh slap ringing out in the room. A sharp sting blooming on the pale of Sigma’s skin, leaving a rather beautiful mark in its wake. “Is that what I told you to say?”
Still, Dazai can't help the smile tugging at her face, cheeks dimpling and fangs baring, dry lips splitting thin and flushed.
“No- I- ah!ah!”
Sigma can't help it. The harsh bite to impossibly sensitive nipples only serves to overwhelm her more, meagre fat already blooming violets from each pinch and bite. The kind of purple that’s more at home with gaudy silks and velvets. Her favourite bra ruined by Dazai's saliva, the pretty pale fabric pushed just under the peaks of her breast, balconette and striped with a dainty little flower in the middle. perfect fitting in with the ivory tones of Sigma's skin.
“Sigma.”
“I’mcute..” Sigma rushes out, battling against her pride and the budding blush creeping down her chest.
Dazai's small act of praise is peppering kisses on Sigma’s cheeks, sweet against the sharp cheekbones and the hitting bridge of Sigma’s nose. The rather loving gesture only seems more obscene paired with the sinful roll of her hips, the sensitive head of Sigma's cock catching right on the puffy spot inside of her that makes her eyes flutter to the back of her skull.
Dazai pats Sigma’s stomach with her free hand like she’s a zoo animal, like a large dog, like a thing, and murmurs into her ear “good fuckin’ alpha.” And god, doesn't that tip Sigma over the edge.
“Hhaahh! Uh, uh, mmh. Please.”
Sigma pants out, rough, ragged, desperate, perfect. Thin bottom lip catching in her teeth. Hands desperately clenching and unclenching above her head.
“Wow, i- hah, that quick, hm?” The little giggles that fall from Dazai's red raw lips make a horrific flush burn all the way up to Sigma’s ears. Thrumming and hot with the blood fighting on where to rush to.
“Mhhhh……mhnnn.” Sigma practically growls.
“Well I still want to come. I've only had like… two orgasms and this was your fourth,, not fair, Sigma-kun! Naughty. Evil. Mean.”
And god doesn't that draw an exasperated smile from Sigma. Dazai is such a fucking dork, those big tits count for nothing. She's a loser.
Dazai starts up again, boobs squishing against Sigma’s when she leans down to cuddle into Sigma. Lazily starting to gyrate her hips again. “You deserve this, yeah.. you do. Tell me you deserve it, belladonna. Tell me-” Dazai gasps, oversensitivity starting to get to her too.
Sigma sounds nothing short or wrecked, these horrible pinched noises spilling from her like sobs with each little roll of Dazai's hips, the head of her cock lazily bumping into each side of Dazai's inviting, gummy walls. Good. Overwhelmingly good.
“Mmmhhh- ideserveittt!” Sigma cries out. Hot, fat tears spilling down her cheeks and leaving little tear-tracks in their wake. Face impossibly flushed and splotchy as warm sticky arousal burns so hot, bubbling over and making her feel feverish.
So turned on that the pleasure turns painful.
“Good-” a harsh swat to her cheek, “fucking girl- hah!” Dazai says, low and gravely, somehow squeaky like something small and precious dying.
The taste of her own come, watery and salty, invades Sigma’s taste buds along with the overwhelming texture of cotton when Dazai roughly bunches up Sigma’s panties and shoves them in her mouth.
Salvia dribbled around the dainty fabric and sinked down her chin. The soft sobs are muffled and now more sniffly than anything.
“You’re a good fucking girl- mh- my good bunny, hm? Yeah?” Dazai grips Sigma by the jaw and shakes her head as if she were a feral dog with a muzzle and oh, doesn't that send a shameful sticky sense of arousal sprouting this time right at the tip of her aching cock.
A knowing smile replaces Dazai’s fucked-out-frown. Eyes observing her with the awe-struck intensity of someone watching a firework show or a specimen squirm around on a lab table.
“Nnggghhh..” Sigma whines out, barely audible through the now saliva-soaked panties, thin lips glossy with her own spit.
Dazai’s hips speed up, long lashes fluttering as her eyes roll to the back of her head with twitchy flickers.
Up, down, up, down, up-
“Haaahh!”
A shocked gasp drags up Sigma’s throat, tongue laving over the inescapable cotton flooding her tastes buds to distract from the pleasure. So good, too good.
An audible “pop!” rings through the room though Sigma doesn’t hear it, toes curling and teeth sinking further into the soaked cotton, too caught up with the white hot bursts of pleasure burning at the tip of her dick, boiling over till the dazed fuzzy sensation is all she can feel.
“Oohh, hah, all the wa-way in me, hm?” Dazai stumbles through her words, a primal urge to nuzzle into the aching heat in her abdomen. A splitting pleasure low in her gut as the knot bumps into that special spot inside that makes her see stars. Unable to stop the whiny animalistic noises from falling from her lips when her puppy is so deep.
Sigma watches, dazed, as a freckled nose scrunches and as a sheen of sweat beads on Daza’s hairline, fringe curling up into the lively waves they desperately want to be in the hot humidity of the room. Trying desperately to press her lips to Dazai’s skin, stopped by the makeshift gag.
Dazai can't help the dry laugh bubbling from her chest at the feeling of wet cotton deftly pressing against her shoulder, cut off by her own whimper when Sigma helplessly jerks up her hips, unable to stop her animalistic frenzy when Dazai is so warm and wet and soft inside and she’s squeezing just right and god she reeks of pleased omega.
Sigma’s hips jump in rapidfire little thrusts, cut off and only made better by the sheer desperation. Her own horny bunny pace.
Their hips meet in an audible little “smack!” each time. Dazai, having long gone limp against Sigma’s chest, huffing in the fresh scent of jasmine, lavender, and white rose. Whining and whimpering helplessly against Sigma’s skin as she temporarily gives up control. Tongue lolled out of her mouth and uselessly kitten-licking against Sigma’s neck, lazy, finally pushed over by the feeling of her sensitive nipples grinding against the rough, grainy fabric of Sigma’s lace bra. Just on the right side of painful. Falling into repetitive little squeaky, gasps of “ff–uuck! oh! Oh my god-!”
The sharp sensation of smaller Omega fangs piercing her mating glands – not for the first time – sends Sigma over the edge. Gummy walls gushing around her spurting member, almost trying to suck the knot impossibly deeper.
Sigma sobs into the crown of Dazai’s head, inhaling the sweet scent of sea salt and cinnamon, only made sweeter by Dazai’s orgasm.
…
A few hours later Sigma finds herself fighting to stay awake, eyelids fluttering shut as she walks through her night routine with the same refreshed energy she felt when Yosano made her come on a beach trip, getting force fed sandwiches after chasing Dazai through the pool.
Unable to stop the fond smile fighting to grace her delicate features at both the memory and the splotch of Dazai’s brown lip liner on the hump of her nose.
The woman in question lounging on the edge of the bed like a cat that found a perfect spot of sunshine, legs kicking behind her giving Sigma the perfect view of her wrecked folds, flushed red by the entrance and still steadily leaking watery come.
Dazai seems oblivious to this – emphasis on seems, knowing that sly idiot she’s doing it on purpose to goad Sigma into giving her another round.. Sadistic freak, er, Sigma’s sadistic freak – as she scans over a book, completely casual about how Sigma’s come is staining her favourite oversized sleep shirt.
Hmm.. again, knowing Dazai she’s probably doing it on purpose..
(and if later in the week Sigma comes home to Dazai laying on her stomach in that very shirt grinding against Sigma’s pillow she wouldn't say it but part of her would be very flattered that Dazai finds her so hot that she’d come to the idea that Sigma’s stained any part of her life.)