[ do they count as fuckbuddies now? they're not even buddies, as far as she knows. they're merely neighbors back at the base and nothing more. but ishmael is surprisingly aware that she deserves to have fun after everything she'd gone through up to this point, and she's always thought that toji is someone she's never really met in the city before, a guy who knows how to act upon his desires when he has it in his grasp. she's not used to the way he hungrily watched her from between her legs, the way he held her when they were still cuddling innocently, but she can't say she hates this attention either. she'd experienced lust before thanks to that one E.G.O that wrapped her in ribbons, but this time it's real. frighteningly so.
so she peels off her shirt, tossing it to the ground. the moonlight through the window shafts over her body now, her toned abdomen glistening with sweat as her chest rises and falls with every heavy breath she takes. toji looms over her, and she can't help but marvel over his sculpted body, thinking how insanely strong he would be to get that physique, and she would've extended a hand out for his chest only for him to hold her back. fuck.
she should be terrified, especially with his large cock teasing at her entrance. this is the point of no return, after all. yet she locks eyes with him, her body quivering in anticipation, her hands itching to touch him all over. ]
Is that a problem?
[ her legs wrap around him, pulling him closer. her sore muscles continue to scream at her, but she's too delirious to listen at this point. that's future ishmael's problem, in another mirror world. ]
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so she peels off her shirt, tossing it to the ground. the moonlight through the window shafts over her body now, her toned abdomen glistening with sweat as her chest rises and falls with every heavy breath she takes. toji looms over her, and she can't help but marvel over his sculpted body, thinking how insanely strong he would be to get that physique, and she would've extended a hand out for his chest only for him to hold her back. fuck.
she should be terrified, especially with his large cock teasing at her entrance. this is the point of no return, after all. yet she locks eyes with him, her body quivering in anticipation, her hands itching to touch him all over. ]
Is that a problem?
[ her legs wrap around him, pulling him closer. her sore muscles continue to scream at her, but she's too delirious to listen at this point. that's future ishmael's problem, in another mirror world. ]
...I want you.