*this is far from the first time killua has called her a good girl, but it feels completely different when she's sitting on his cumstained lap with his softening length still throbbing between her thighs. with a pleased rumble that may as well be a purr, he presses more wet kisses to her neck and cheek, eagerly making his way back to her lips, glistening with drool and slick. his voice gets progressively slurred as his drunkenness and post-orgasmic haze sinks in.*

mm, good... my good girl...