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Just a fic tha been working on for a couple of months. Enjoy!

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“So then that bitch thought I wasn’t being serious, baby! I had to set her straight!” The fallen cupid, Gizmo, trails off her rant, calming herself down from the utter frustration. “It’s not my fault she just left her flash drive out in the open. So I just replaced photo in her PowerPoint with obscenities and deleted the…”

The two of them coasted through their Friday evening indoors this evening, a rare sight since neither was ever in their dorms much on a weekend night. 2-Bit has managed to finish off their philosophy studying, at least the 15 minutes she was able to digest without wanting to completely explode. She instead opted to finish the rest of her 30 minute scheduled study time to listen in on Gizmo’s Friday escapades. Way more entertaining than the absolute snooze fest theorizing Dadaism could give her.

Gizmo continues raving about her latest victim from her Common Languages course, but as 2-Bit is keying into more of her story, she couldn’t help but have her eyes wonder across her friend.

Whenever she has any of her rants about her days, it was always a treat because Gizmo had such passion that she doesn’t show much anywhere else. She was breathtaking.

Really a lot about Gizmo was… well. Enchanting. Angels had a tendency to do that. Her aura screamed confidence and allure. You could get lost in her hazy heart shaped pupils. And a wide button nose adorned with full plump lips sit perfectly on her heart shaped face. Not to mention her plump, curvy body covered in a tight fitted t-shirt dress is to die for.

But 2-Bit had eyes and she couldn’t help but to lower them more and more to her friend’s, well, her chest.

Gizmo’s movements with her hands are animated the way she speaks about her devious accomplishments. While she boasts high and mighty of a literal crime, 2-Bit found herself getting more lost in the story.

‘How much do they even weigh?’ Was 2-Bit’s first thought. Innocent enough and just genuinely curious, 2-Bit thunk nothing of it. But as the conversation dragged on, her eyes wondered back towards Gizmo’s boobs yet again. The low cut spaghetti strap shirt did nothing to hide anything. It stretched thin across her chest and was even just a tad translucent, darker circles ever so present, and if she just— wait, are they pierced?!

A whole new wave of curiosity, shame, and (not that) honest to the gods unwanted desire washed over 2-Bit as she attempted to focus back on the topic at hand.

Gosh, look at her! Eyeing down her dear friend like a… a steak!!

Does thou hath no shame?!

They give some quick mhm’s and the occasional “Damn!” And pray to miss Mother Lorbelia that was the right thing to say, because for sure, 2-Bit didn’t recall much of a damn thing.

“Right?” Gizmo exclaimed.

Whew! In the clear.

“And then of course she got an F because she deserved it! If she wasn’t so busy shoving all those dicks down her throat, then maybe I wouldn’t have had to…”

As Gizmo moved her arms and hands more and more, her boobs move with her, and it was addicting to see. Throughout her movements, the spaghetti strap fell down the curve of the fallen Cupid’s shoulder, exposing slightly more of her to 2-Bit.

They just looked so soft and warm. All 2-Bit wanted to do was squeeze and hold and pinch and kiss. How would the metal taste in her mouth? Would Gizmo even let her? Maybe if they asked sweetly enough, there may be a sliver of a chance Gizmo maybe would mayyybe consider it.

2-Bit bit the inside of their cheek, their face reddening with these thoughts clouding their judgement and mind. What the hell was even wrong with them? Here they go perving on her super sweet, kind and caring friend and she delightfully shares about how she ruined a girl’s midterm project for an act so minuscule.

And what is 2-Bit doing in response? Borderline sexually harassing her with all the ogling they’re doing.

But was 2-Bit really to blame here? Gizmo was alluring in all the best ways. She acted as if she was a siren, pulling unassuming victims in with her charm, only to stab you in the front and the back with any means necessary.

Yet her beauty and appeal always rocked you back in no matter how much she could ruin your life.

A witty, dangerous, and outright captivating beauty that has the poor witch hook, line, and sinker.

Oh Mother Lorbelia above, 2-But realized in absolute horror, she was no better than a MAN.

“Are you even listening to me?” Gizmo interrupts them out of their downwards spiral, and when they blink their way back up to her, she sure enough doesn’t look pleased.

Oh Goddamnit.

2-Bit straightens up her back with a face that screams “no, but I want you to think I was!”

“Pfft. Duh, of course I was!” 2-Bit plays off as cool as she could muster with the voice crack of a 12 year old boy under her belt. Unfortunately for her, Gizmo was always the perfect peach at reading in-between the lines. Those pink and beige orbs scan her face like a scantron, and she ends up cocking an eyebrow at the bunny witch.

She leaned forward, her breasts squished together even more, as if testing her. 2-Bit can’t help but make a passing glance and back up to her boobs, and finally back to her eyes. By Gizmo’s own cheeks darkening a smidge, and her accusatory lips curling into a sly smirk.

Of course she caught 2-Bit red handed. God they really needed to learn to be more subtle. Fuck.

“So,” Gizmo began, amusement coloring her voice.

“Please stop talking” 2-Bit retorts back, a red hue darkening her face.

“Do you like the view?” Double fuck.

“Swearzies, I didn’t mean to! I really was trying to pay attention, but they were just…there! In my face!” 2-Bit begins, the words just tumbling out of their mouth like word vomit. “T-They just look so, soft, a-and—“ Okay, way too honest! Reel it back, quick! “I mean, NOT soft at all!”

Is it getting hot in here? 2-Bit could feel her hands clamming up and she instinctively wipes them off on her shirt. Her face contorts in a look of mortification. “Sorry— I’m sorry, I’m so making shit weird, aren’t I?!”

“Yeah. You are.” Gizmo snorts, yet a playful smirk graces her lips. 2-Bit is going to die. Maybe if she launches herself through the window the 3story drop would kill her.

“You wanna touch ‘em?” Gizmo continues, tilting her head sideways.

Record scratch.

The whiplash hit her almost instantly with how quickly she turned her head back to Gizmo.

“Come again?”

Gizmo giggles, then tilts her head almost inquisitively. “I mean, come on, Bitty. It’s obvious you wanna squeeze my tits. This ain’t the first time I caught you lackin’. Maybe then your dumb bisexual brain can actually listen to my story.” She purrs, her neatly manicured finger twirling around the curl that frames her face so nicely.

Maybe there really was a higher power and Mother Lorbelia truly was looking out for 2-Bit. Or trying to strike them down. Because how the fuck did 2-Bit get caught multiple times? Wasn’t she suppose to be sneaky?!

Maybe she’s really getting off her own game.

Or maybe Gizmo just wanted 2-Bit to fondle her boobs just as much.

Hah!

What a thought. She’s just being nice.

Not one to miss out on such an opportunity, 2-Bit stands up almost too urgently with all the grace of a newborn giraffe. She nearly tumbles back from her comfortable spot on their shared pink fluffy rug, but finds herself directly in front of her older friend.

Gizmo leaned back on the ball of her hands, arching her back a bit. and they were just. There. In All of their big, beautiful glory. And sitting attached was her friend Gizmo, staring back up at her with all the love a friend can give.

It’s like they end up lost in each others eyes, spirals meeting hearts. It’s almost intimate. Too intimate. More than friendship can sure explain for.

But really, where does the line of friendship and whatever the fuck they got going on end. Maybe 2-Bit needed some serious glasses because it’s blurry as fuck.

It’s the older of the two breaking the contact, clearing her throat in the process.

“J-Just get behind me when you’re doing it, so I can tell my story better, mkay?” Gizmo chuckles, almost awkwardly, which is a first. She tugs at one of her curls repeatedly, nearly messing up the pattern. “Since you wanna squeeze em so bad..”

Is she nervous? 2-Bit blinks out of her stupor and clears her throat, running her own fingers through her short, choppy hair. “I—um! Y-Yeah, sure. Whatever you’re more comfortable with…! Dude!”

“Don’t call me dude when I invite you to squeeze my boobs, 2-Bit.” Gizmo glares, folding her arms in protest.

“Yeah, you’re right.” 2-Bit pushes through the awkward air and sits up on Gizmo’s bed, comfortably spooning her with the Cupid falling back into 2-Bits embrace.

“I-Just tell me to stop whenever you need me too, o-okay?”

Gizmo glances over her shoulder, eyelids lowered with her signature sultry look and a teasing look in her eyes. “Can do bunny boo. Can you touch me already though? I wanna tell my story.”

Gizmo then turns her head back around and continues chatting about her Common Languages course and more about how the same girl tried to “get a lick in” (whatever that meant) and how Gizmo needed to outsmart her.

She only stuttered when the younger witch finally cups her breasts, each hand in one.

They are soft. So soft.

And heavy.

How does Gizmo’s back not hurt from these?

2-Bit’s hands definitely weren’t dainty. They were long and slender with rough pads from all the piano and guitar playing she’s done over the years. Even with that, her hands couldn’t contain all of it.

Spooning her from the back, the bunny could feel and hear Gizmo’s breath quicken, her story breaking off here and there to collect herself before continuing.

“So… I b-believe this bitch wanted to get into my files… you know, official document type shit…” Gizmo begins.

Her long fingers delicately grip her soft breasts tenderly, almost massaging them in a way that has Gizmo shuddering in pleasure. The witch readjusts themselves behind her

2-Bit can hear the effects groping has on her. Her lips are drawn tight before letting out a sigh, explaining more on the part two of her revenge. The older of the two crosses her legs, almost moving her hips in small, almost unnoticeable circles as she leans more into her friend’s touch.

So 2-Bit decides to test her luck, almost like she always has, her fingers swiping her clothed nipples.

“Ah-hnn~!” 2-Bit is almost immediately hit with a sweet wanton moan, soft curls tickling her neck when her head lands on 2-Bit’s shoulder.

Fu-uh-uckkk, that was hot, and she needed to do that move again, so she did. The lack of bra did nothing to hide the arousal Gizmo was feeling, and the fallen half angel was quickly succumbing to the pleasant spikes of pleasure. The metal piercing must have made everything a bit more sensitive.

This was so dangerous. Here they go with their usually prickly roommate, now completely pliant in their arms, moaning at their actions, and all that she wants now is even more. Maybe she could get her to moan out their name, even.

The witch would not let her live that one down, for sure. To rag on her of course, nothing more.

That absolutely needed to happen at all. Cost.

Maybe if they just…

“Can I try something?” 2-Bit mumbles into her ear, their voice deep with need. And the way the Cupid hitched her breath and nodded a bit too eagerly, they set their plan into motion.

They removed their hands from her chest. A whine of protest fell on deaf ears when calloused hands run down her soft, squishy stomach. They end up traveling under her shirt and back up, hesitantly hovering right over her tits.

The Cupid groans at the lack of contact, wiggling her ass closer into 2-Bit’s crotch and— wow that was a feeling that she REALLY wants to feel again. The pressure was barely enough to send a jolt of pleasure straiiiight to her pussy.

“Y-You can keep going…” Gizmo trails off, voice cracking a bit. And wow, again. 2-Bit has never heard the fallen angel sound so broken in such an erotic way before.

2-Bit could just give her what she wants right now… but where’s the fun in that? Hearing her so, almost desperate, from 2-Bit’s own doing has them feeling almost a bit confident, bold. And how much could she push her friend’s buttons until she fucking pops?

Or cums. Either one is fine.

The witch chuckles, hovering her lips above her ear before mumbling, “Continue telling your story, Gio…”

She then trails careful kisses down her neck. The fluttering of pink fluffy wings and a flushed face is all the confirmation that she’s doing all of what they can right, because Gizmo outright moans.

It’s music to her ears.

“Mmm… S-So… she tried getting h-her— ahnn~ l-lick back…” Gizmo trails off, bare hands finally finding purchase back onto soft flesh as the younger bunny plays to their hearts content.

2-But can see the pure struggle the fallen older of the two is going through; however, when the flicking happens, her companion can’t help but to stop her story and arch her back, breath panting as moan after moan escapes her lips. Finger beds flick mercilessly against hardened nubs, and each flick has 2-Bit more and more determined to make her break on just her breasts alone.

It’s not like she hasn’t noticed the effects Gizmo has faced. 2-Bit eyes how she rubs her legs together, and what she could only imagine to add all the right pressure in the one place she would want it most.

Well that wouldn’t do.

They boldly move a hand, gripping one of her thighs.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing? Did I tell you you could do that?” Truth be told, the switch up even had themselves caught off guard, because the woman in front of them freezes up.

For a second, 2-Bit thinks she might have taken this a step too far. However, she is pleasantly surprised that it had the effect she wanted and more.

“…nggghnn” she gingerly spreads her other leg apart, and if the bunny witch had to guess, they would concur that that was the absolute right thing to do and say.

So she likes it mean. Why are they even shocked?

So 2-Bit keeps her hand on her left thigh, caressing the inside of it. The amount of heat radiating from her core has the younger feeling nearly dizzy. She can’t get too greedy yet, not until that damn minx says her name.

“That’s what I thought. Sweet Mother Lorbelia, I am going to wreck you… do you want that?” They ask, nibbling on the junction between her neck and shoulder. The absolute desperation shaking from Gizmo is intoxicating.

“P-Please! 2-Bit, baby~, I’ll do anything, just please touch me— a-mmg~!!” Gizmo moans loudly, not before the hand that was previously holding her tit comes flying up to her mouth.

“Geez, blabbermouth, you must want Dolly and Heather to hear you sounding like such a slut, huh?” 2-Bit scolds, not before finally trailing her fingers to Gizmo’s core. She manages to slip her fingers past the band of her panties while she finally rubs her index and middle finger gentle circles right on her center.

She could feel the Cupid nearly spasming from all the overwhelming sensations. Suddenly, she wish she had some type of gag to make sure she couldn’t speak much else while they had their way with her. And maybe Gizmo was thinking the same thing, because she learned further back into 2-Bit’s warm embrace so they could get rub at a better angle on her soaking wet pussy.

2-Bit ends up catching the hint, moving her hand to allow her thumb to continue its motions, while her fingers moved their way to her weeping entrance. Two gentle fingers slowly pushes their way with ease.

Gizmo nearly loses it right there.

2-bit can’t really tell how close her friend may be, but with her hips frantically meeting in 2-Bit’s now quickening thrusts, her breathing shallowing out to small pants and eyes squeezed tight, she has to be getting there. And she needed to get her there under all costs.

Now if only she could…

She moves her hand from her tight grip on Gizmo’s mouth, and before Gizmo was able to let out a peep, 2-Bit leans in and kisses her.

Yup. There was that boundary. They definitely crossed new territory now. There’s not much inherently romantic about…fingerbanging your best friend or anything, but making out? Shoving your tongue down their throat just to get them to shut up because your actions got them there? Way passing first base back to home run all because you stared just a bit too long?

Yeahhh, this definitely had to be shelved for a later discussion. 2-Bit had bigger fish to fry, like getting her hand back on some soft tiddies, and fucking her roommate to completion.

Maybe it was the groping, or the passionate, intense French kissing, or the fucking or all the above, but Gizmo ends up cumming one way or the other. Pretty damn hard. She nearly screams into their mouth while their juices coat 2-Bit’s now dampen hand. She clenches down onto her fingers while she rides the wave of possibly the hardest orgasm the fallen Cupid has ever felt.

And 2-Bit continues with the motions until a petite hand weakly grips onto her hand to stop her.

They reluctantly pull away from Gizmo’s mouth, a string of saliva connecting the two as she scans the beauty in front of her.

Gizmo… looked like absolute sex. Hair slightly mused, flushed cheeks, reddened lips and a completely dazed and lust filled eyes staring right back. She’s still twitching a bit, the aftershocks rushing through her, 2-Bit presumes. But yeah, 2-Bit could definitely get used to seeing her look like this.

“You, uh…” Gizmo trails off and blinks in a eay that resembles her getting her thoughts together. “You’re a greedy bunny… taking what you want from me like that…”

Now it’s time for 2-Bit to go blush with embarrassment. Maybe she went a tad too far. “Y-Yeah.. sorry about that.”

Before the shame can begin to swallow her whole from her inner dialogue, a chaste kiss lands at the base of her neck. Then another, and another. The giggles came soon after as Gizmo kisses their worries away, a rare yet goofy smile on her face.

2-Bit decides right there that’s her favorite look on Gizmo.

She then slowly removed her fingers from inside Gizmo, giving one more playful trust before removing them completely. The goofy smile melts away into a small yet needy moan, and it takes the witch everything not to put those fingers right back to work.

Would it be gross if she licked her fingers clean? The sudden urge to nearly freaks herself out that she opts to wipe them on the bedsheets instead.

“Bunny…” Gizmo pouts, her voice soft and pliant. “Bunny, I want to return the favor…” the kisses Gizmo leaves previously returns, yet the chaste and short kisses grows into deeper ones littered all across 2-Bit’s neck.

“Aw, Giz… mmm..” She begins, tilting her head to the left so the fallen Cupid could get a better angle. “You d-don’t have to…” And she didn’t. But 2-Bit really wanted her to. The younger of the two was already pretty keyed up from the previous… event. And all she wanted was to

She was then stopped by a light pinching sensation on one of her nipples.

She nearly yells, jumping up from the sensation.

“Whoa..!” Gizmo puts her hands up, eyes wide at the sudden shift in the air. It’s a long pause, and an extremely red faced and frazzled 2-Bit refuses to meet the eyes of her so-not-lover as she slowly placed two and two together.

“Dude.” Gizmo begins.

“Don’t call me dude, I literally just fucked you.”

“Okay but, like, how sensitive are you?”

2-Bit blanched at this, face exploding with color. “Guh— whuh- how am I suppose to know?” The witch began, but it’s a bit too late now. The fallen Cupid already had a devilish smile slide gracefully onto her face. 2-Bit could practically hear the thoughts going though her head.

“Oh you’re evil.” 2-Bit says, narrowing her eyes.

“Maybe a little. Come’ere ‘n’ sit riiight here.” Gizmo pats her lap. Even the sweet way the words roll of her tongue, 2-Bit knows behind it meant authority and business.

And oh gods, that was fucking hot.

Wasn’t she just in charge not even five seconds ago or something?? What even happened?

No amount of coaxing could get the fallen to change her mind, so 2-Bit gingerly plopped herself into Gizmo’s lap. Not like she didn’t want to anyway. No they maybe had one or a few dozen dreams where she was in this exact position: kissing and holding the Cupid as she fingers her to completion, or even her using a strap on in them… that was a thought and just thinking about it has her tail wagging and face going impossibly red.

A pinch to her butt shakes her out of her stupor, and the bunny squeals, face flushing even more. She sighs when the Cupid leans over and gives wet kisses to her neck. They lean their head over to give them a bit more purchase.

Breathy moans escape her lips when more of the kisses become love bites. Her neck blooms red and purple spots where Gizmo leaves hickies as ruthlessly as she can: high and extremely visible.

“Pay attention to me, Kameron…” Gizmo whispers against the bruises, soothing them by giving a gentle kisses up her neck and to her jaw.

The use to their full name… well it gets to 2-Bit. A trill gravitates up their spine as they latch on closer to her not so lover. Her kisses goes up to the corner of her lips. Her hips move almost automatically, chasing the wave of arousal.

Gizmo chuckles at this. She then thumbs the bottom of her lips “Open up, baby.”

“And what if I don’t?” 2-Bit quips.

The cupids eyes sparkle with a glint of mischief. He flingers almost dance and trail down her body as they both land onto her hips. “We’re having such a good time, bunny,” she begins, slowly grinding up into 2-Bit, causing the bunny’s head to land her head onto her shoulder and moan. They attempt to match her movements until the grip on her hips tighten, forcing the Cupid to stop her movements once again.

A frustrated yet pathetic groan rips through the air when 2-Bit flings her head back to meet Gizmo’s eyes. She’s so fucking keyed up, anything could set her off and this bitch is—

—so fucking hot. The glare Gizmo is sporting is doing things to her.

‘…Gods, what’s wrong with me?’

“Because we’re getting along so well right now. It would be a shame if you don’t follow orders, cuz I could always drag this out.”

The witch is almost concerned about how much she… likes this commanding aura of Gizmo. It’s much like her usual self at times, demanding a space and getting her way.

And damn. They really want Gizmo to have her way with them.

2-But opens up her mouth and the fallen wastes no time to lean in and take what’s hers, her tongue dancing against 2-Bit’s. The witch’s breathing quickens against her lips as her hands trails feather like trails against her waist.

This… had to be some type of medieval form of torture. Each drag of her nails and the ghost of padded fingers light up her senses, causing her to be more hypersensitive to what she’s doing. But it just feels so good. Being doted on so gently, touched in places that they didn’t even know could turn her on, especially in her waist. It leaves her nearly breathless, almost frustrated. Like something’s missing.

Despite that, the twirl of Gizmo’s tongue still distracts the bunny enough (how!) to gingerly yet gently cup her left breast underneath her shirt to give it a light squeeze.

A pliant moan fills the air as 2-Bit immediately separates from Gizmo. So that’s why she was petting her down. Because the witch almost felt even more sensitive than before . When she gazes into Gizmo’s eyes, they’re glowing a soft hue of baby pink, kinda and eager to please.

Utter unadulterated adoration.

2-Bit buries her head into Gizmos shoulders. God she can’t look at her like that. Not when she’s rubbing against her oh so sensitive nipples and staring at 2-Bit like she’s the moon and the stars above. Where was that mean Gizmo that was just here five seconds ago?! This almost felt too real.

Too romantic almost.

“Can you… mmg..” 2-Bit moans when a second hand gently grips onto her right breast, fondling it in such a kind considerate manner. “can you, ah…” They can’t focus. Which of the Gods gave Gizmo such talented fingers? Focus, damnit. “B-be mean to me…?”

Gizmo slows down her movements and hums. A pained squeak erupts out of 2-Bit when Gizmo abruptly pinches both nipples between her fingertips.

“How mean?”

2-Bit immediately shoots away from her grasp with a pout, holding their boobs protectively from a giggling Gizmo. She still balances her and rubs an apologetic hand up and down 2-Bits slim back.

“Don’t make me say it…!”

“Gotta use your words, bunny. Like I now know that you don’t like your cute lil nipples pitched only after I did it.” Gizmo then gently moves her arms and glances up at her with a smirk before giving each nipple an apology kiss. “How would I know if I’m doing right if you don’t tell me?”

2-Bit will never admit verbally out loud that she whined at the kissing.

“I… hmm…” They trail off when kisses turns into delicate yet purposeful licks, soothing the brief paint of her nipples being pinched. 2-Bit found that they absolutely LOVED this feeling, because a rush of arousal hits them at once of the feeling, nearly overwhelming and blinding. They really were sensitive.

She hasnt even been properly fucked yet and damnit that can’t not happen. Her pride can go to hell.

“Please… fuck!” They groan, the tongue flicking quickening. It’s not enough. She needs her.

“Please fuck?” Gizmo parrots, pulling away from her chest, only to move to the other breast, kissing her way to her nipple and sucking.

The witch is shaking like a leaf. God she’s so wet. And the fallen angel glances up at her with a wickedness in her eyes that means business. It’s like she KNOWS 2-Bit can’t finish this way and she won’t do anything about it if the damn bunny won’t speak.

2-Bit wants to explode.

“Please fuck me, godsdamnit!” 2-Bit nearly yells, yet they can’t find themselves to care. “I’m! So! Fucking! Horn-eek!”

A pair of hands roughly shoves them down to plush pink checkered blankets. Those same hands trail down her body and back up to her legs, taking only the leggings with her, leaving them in a disheveled mess of a pulled up tank and her now soiled underwear.

“You wanna be eaten out?” Gizmo asks, staring directly between her thighs with a sultry smile. She then presses tentative touches down her chest to her sopping core, brushing one of thumbs onto her clit.

“Yes!” 2-Bit gasps outloud, covering her arm with her face. Yet she barely had the chance, when Gizmo’s tail abruptly wraps around said arms and shoves them aside.

“Oh no you don’t.” She begins, 2-Bit’s arms now being held stationary at Gizmo’s headboard with a thud. “If I’m bout to be eating pussy, you’re going to fucking watch.” Her eyes narrow, pulling her panties on a side and exposing her to the angel. “Bit by bit.

2-Bit was learning new things about her every day now. Being tied up with a tail is definitely up there on things that need to happen again. And that Gizmo is a demon turned angel from the way she finally uses that mouth to some better use.

She licks a stripe up from her entrance to the very edge of her clit, rounding circles around the enlarged bud. Gizmo even moans to this, like eating her out was on her Winter Wonderland wish list. The vibrations on her tongue, making her stare. It was angelic.

The witch watched it all, heavy breathing shaking by her to her core while the Cupid runs her fingers up and down her legs, wrapping her mouth around the clit and giving her a nearly overwhelming suck.

“Nngh!! F-Fuck!” 2-Bit moans out, planting a hand on top of Gizmo’s already mused up hair. “Y-You’re d-doing… so good!” She ruts into her face, nearly out of control with the movements going about.

Gizmo shutters at the compliment. 2-Bit can see (and almost feel) the blondes face reddening. Of course she also has a praise kink. She sucks her clit with that much gusto, occasionally stopping to flick her tongue across the bundle of nerves

She squirms and falls for air, moaning unabashedly with a sinful grind of her hips

Gizmo slowly pulls away, much to 2-Bjt’s displeasure, yet that’s quickly smoothed over with her tongue licking up to her clit, giving it several kisses before she wraps her lips around it, sucking the bundle of nerves gently.

“Ah! Ann! FUCKING— NGHN!” 2-Bit shouts, struggling to move her hands to grip onto anything, yet the pink devilish tail tightens against the witches wrists. And all the evil, vile, sexy woman can do is glare at her menacingly, continuing her efforts by giving her sensitive bud nearly overwhelming attention.

Her tongue then travels back down, dipping back into her entrance like it belonged there. The dripping wetness that met her tongue would have been nearly embarrassing, but 2-Bit was so far beyond caring. The tongue fucking mixed with dainty fingers rubbing circles around her clit was a dangerous combination.

Now meeting her eyes, seeing her own juices coating the Cupid’s face with HER legs wrapped cozily around her shoulders like she belongs there is doing something to her already mushed head.

It’s almost too much. The sight of her, her tongue and fingers doing such magical things. Her gaze is piercing through her skull with so much lo-lust. 2-Bit just can’t help but to grind into her face because fuck she needs to cum and she’s just so close—

“Babygirl… don’t you want to cum for me…?” Gizmo purrs, then soon continuing to flick and suck and it’s all just too much—

2-Bit screams, nearly blacking out from the blinding pleasure of finally cumming, feeling a rush of warmth flow through her. Gizmo continues her movements throughout, not without her head being trapped in between the tight squeeze of the bunny’s thighs.

Their shaky legs collapse onto the bed with a thud, panting as if they ran a mile. Shaky legs spasms out as the waves of the orgasm washes over her. She feels… so wet? Wait a minute.

Gizmo pulls away from their center, the lower part of her face absolutely dripping with juices. Her face is almost smug, yet her eyes appear hazy and dazed.

She totally squirted all over her face, and the bitch seemed almost proud of it.

“You feeling good, bunny…?” Gizmo says, her voice husky and warm, nearly coating 2-Bit with a blanket from how warm and giddy it made her feel. Her hand massages the witches inner thighs, her eyes wandering every inch of her body. Like all she could think about was them. How much she wanted them.

Fuck, that was so hot. Fuuuck.

“I’ll feel better if you sat on my face.” 2-Bit retorts, smiling with goofy shit-eating grin.

Gizmo smiles right back.

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2-Bit was sore the next morning. Pleasantly sore. But sore. Love marks littered her skin from the top of her neck down to her inner thighs, and feeling the bruises on their skin made the witch feel owned in a way.

2-Bit giggles at the thought. Being owned by Gizmo of all people. They wonder what the older woman would do to her…

Huh. She’s learning a bit too much about herself, she needs to calm down.

She pours two cups of apple juice from the shared kitchen for her and her… friend? Lover? Girlfriend?! Ugh, thinking hurts. Logistics later.

Last night was… intense. They were kind of going at it for probably an hour or two before collapsing. Ugh. Even thinking about it makes her want to ask for another round but at that point she’s just being greedy. Plus she had things to do and a LIFE, hello?!

The witch begins her march back towards their shared bedroom, nearly running into her roommate Heather in the process.

“Oh shit! Sorry Heather!” 2-Bit says, nearly splashing the apple juice out of the cups.

“Oh no no no, don’t mind little ol me!” The werecat responds, holding up her hands in a fake surrender.

“By the way, I must say, be more mindful of the… volume. Some of us arrrre light sleeperrrs.” Heather purrs, taking one of the cups out of an utterly petrified 2-Bit’s hand and drinks it, walking passed her to get into her own room. “Not me, but Dolly dearrrie is pissed.”

Heather laughs out loud, yet quiets them down when she opens her and Dolly’s shared room door, closing her bedroom door behind her.

2-Bit stands in the hallway, face beet red from the sheer embarrassment. Maybe if she stood still enough, a black hole can scoop her in and just kill them all.

At least she had fun though.