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Your back arches off the bed, insides coiling at the sensation of Mettaton’s fingertips vibrating atop your most sensitive area. “AH! Fuuuuuuuuuuck. Yes! Yesyesyes!”
“That’s it darling, keep moaning for me,” he says, circling around your swollen clit. You can feel yourself dripping onto the sheets with each pass of his fingertips from bud to entrance, swirling along the creases of your sex. But it’s still relatively shallow touches, just enough to make you pulse. Otherwise you’d probably come.
Mettaton’s buzzing fingers finally prod at your wet opening, and you release a long held breath as he pushes a digit inside you.
You’re so lost in the feeling of those vibrations against your inner walls that you don’t hear the metallic “huh?” or feel the second finger slip into you.
Suddenly, Mettaton throws your leg over his shoulder, angling you in such a way that gives him a better look at your pulsing cunt. “Well what do we have here?” He ceases the vibrations in favor of pumping his fingers in and out, seemingly contemplating something. “Your pussy usually has a very tight grip on my fingers after we’ve spent some time apart, so much so that I have to take extra time fingering you open for my cock.”
He stills his hand to scissor his fingers apart. “And yet you’re rather loose down here tonight sweetheart, why’s that?”