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I'm a bit late, usually am to be honest. But here's Prompt One for Spooktober: "They are calling us…" "Don't listen to them. Do you hear me? Don't listen to a word they promise you!" Didn't like it and prolly won't finish it.
Alice and I moved to her hometown about two weeks ago. I was a college student and Alice was an artist. This meant saying money was tight was an understatement, even with us both working, we just couldn't afford the rent in a bigger city. So Alice's mother suggested we move into her childhood home, since she'd moved into assisted living. Alice was hesitant, but when our landlord increased the rent again, she changed her mind.
The move itself was painless, the beat up van was plenty large enough to pack up her art supplies and my own meager belongings. The house was already furnished, so we left our shitty mattress and wobbly table with its single chair behind. On the way out the door, the stray cat I'd been calling Gregory for a year came sauntering up. He was a fluffy orange beast of a furball and he looked as shocked as I did when Alice, with an angry sort of determination, scooped him up and tossed him in the van without so much as a "here kitty kitty". Luckily Gregory, with his smooshed little face, wasn't offended for long and soon curled up in my lap to sleep as the van rumbled along, sounding just as angry as Alice looked. I asked what was on her mind, but Alice simply pinched her lips together, dark eyes narrowed at the road. I knew better than to push her while she was like that and once we got to her hometown, it never came up again.
Gregory and I settled into the house nicely, it wasn't big or fancy but was it was cozy, all warm colors and family photos in a three bedroom setting. Alice, after her initial anger on the drive up, seemed her usual restless self. That was always her way, it had driven me mad at first, but over time I'd grown to cherish that about her. Her soft pacing footsteps in the kitchen at 3am while she scrolled through reference photos, followed inevitably by me finding her curled up somewhere random in the afternoon. I would usually join her for a nap then and she often teased me, saying;
"You're the only woman I know who sleeps so much" I never had the heart to tell her that she actually didn't sleep enough, those two hour naps weren't nearly enough.
Things didn't get weird until about three days ago, I stopped by the nursing home Alice said her mom was in and asked to see her. The nurse frowned, a funny pinched look on her face, like she smelled something bad.
"Are you sure you wanna see Ms. Bailey?" she asked in that voice that said she figured I probably didn't. I smiled back, years of customer service had taught me how to deal with this sort of judgmental attitude.
"Yes, I do ma'am. I'm Nina, Alice Bailey's girlfriend. I thought I'd stop by and say hello to Laura. What room number is she in?" I thought the nurse might look put out or annoyed with my insistence, but instead she just looked tired and a bit sad. She pointed me to room 43 and I was on my way. When I glanced back over my shoulder, feeling as though I was being watched, the nurse was already gone. I found my stomach twisting a bit with sudden nerves but I figured it was lunch time and pushed the feeling away. I knocked on Laura's door, frowning at how damaged her door seemed to be, something had burnt the wood of the door at some point and then painted rather sloppily over the charring. I soon found myself forgetting about my disgruntlement at the state of the nursing home, as Laura invited me in and we began to chat.
We had such a good time that I lost track of time. It was a good hour past sunset when I realized I was meant to be home hours ago. Laughing at my carelessness, I apologized to Alice's mother and stood to leave. She caught my wrist and tugged me closer with a strength that seemed a bit out of place on a frail old woman. Her hand was cold and leathery in a way that made me want to jerk away. She looked up at me from her big comfy pile of blankets in her arm chair, her eyes were dark like Alice's. She stared into my face and for a moment her expression twisted, looking like she desperately wanted to say something. Laura didn't say anything though, not for a long moment where it felt like I was frozen down to my bones. Eventually she heaved a sigh and looked away from me and all was normal again. "They're calling us, you know." She mumbled, releasing my arm. I wanted to ask more but my phone rang, Alice was calling.
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Juno, Chapter 2
Well here it is my dudes - part 2! Sorry to say there's pretty much no Lukey in this chapter BUT major storyline stuff sooo enjoy!
Venus was confused all the way home. Even listening to her favourite compilation of Fleetwood Mac and David Bowie couldn't calm her down. She had thought her conversation with Luke was going well, a naturally flirty chemistry falling between them. If not for the note he left behind, Venus might have thought she imagined the entire encounter.
When she arrived home, Venus was met with near silence.
"Hello?" she called, nerves settling in. She heard a faint in here, following the sound to the kitchen, where she was met with her long time best friend and roommate Daya.
"Hey, how was everything?" Venus asked, concerned for her friend. Daya provided a tired smile.
"You know what he's like. It's hard for him, V, and he tries his best," Daya replied. Venus simply nodded, before turning down the hallway toward the bedroom down the hall. She stopped at a grey door, a small beam of dim light shining through the crack underneath. She smiled to herself before twisting the brass knob slowly, trying to avoid making a sound.
The room she had entered was small, each of the four walls painted navy, maize or orange, with posters adorning them. the biggest poster was framed, a photo of the 2021 US World Juniors Team celebrating their gold medal.
Below the poster lay a small bed, the bedding orange with Wild Wing of the Anaheim Ducks printed across. And in the bed, sat a little boy.
"Why aren't you sleeping, bud?" Venus asked, eyeing the boy disapprovingly. He just poured back up at her, replying "Auntie Daya said you'd be back soon. I knew you'd came see me, and I wanted to see you."
Venus sighed, making her way over to the small figure. His small face was undoubtedly similar to hers, the freckles, the rosy cheeks. Ears slightly too big for his head jutted out the sides, the tips of which were slightly burnt. The only obvious difference between the two, was the boy's unruly brown mop atop his head, tight ringlets falling over his forehead.
"Well, baby. I'm here now. Wanna tell me what you did with Auntie Daya today?"
The boy grinned and launched into waffle, from talking about the chocolate chip pancakes he had for breakfast to the new episode of Paw Patrol he watched before bed time. Venus stared at the boy lovingly, breaking out of her trance when she saw him wave his wrist in front of her eyes.
"-and look! Auntie Daya got me a wristband! And it's got my name on it, and things about me! I love it!" he rushed out, his entire face lighting up at the gift. Venus gently grasped his left wrist, carefully moving back his orange watch to read the blue and yellow band.
Juno Ardern
09.09.2018
I have ASD and ADHD, so please be patient!
Venus looked again at the little boy, and the pride written across his face. "Auntie Daya says this is how people know I'm a superhero, but I think she was just being nice. I know I'm not like Harry Potter, but maybe I can come here instead of Hogwarts!"
She laughed a little at his enthusiasm, but nonetheless was blown away by by the four year old's eloquence and ambition.
"Okay, baby, time for bed now. For real, this time," Venus told him, poking the tip of his nose and making him giggle. He clambered back under the covers and patted around him, feeling for his beloved toy. Picking it up off the floor, Venus placed the large bald eagle stuffy in his arms, placing a soft kiss on his forehead.
"You gotta kiss Lukey goodnight, too momma," the boy scolded, reaching up to Venus. Giggling quietly, Venus gave the eagle a small peck, too, before tucking in the boy and wrapping him up tight.
"Night night, Juno. I love you to the moon and Saturn," she whispered, switching off the bedside lamp.
"Night, momma. I love you 3000," he replied, drowsiness lacing his voice.
As Venus went to finally get ready for bed, she felt the crumpled up not in her pocket from Luke. Smiling for the umpteenth time that night, she shot him a message, falling asleep shortly after.
To Hughesy 🦅
I guess it really was a phenomena, huh?
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Needed to write something for me. Loosely inspired by the library scene from Low Battery, but for myself.
Sometimes you gotta talk it out with your girl.
CW: suicidal thoughts mention, depression, anxiety mention.
"How did you get so horrible?" She asks through watery eyes. She's so thin and frail. Her skin was pale back then, and her hair was spun into delicate ringlets that framed her face.
I just shrug for now.
She's right though. I'm horrible. So much pain, so much hurt. So lonely, so tired, so scared. What have I become? Not what little girls dream about.
"Why?" She presses again, there's devastation lodged in her throat. She's wearing a faded barbie themed nightgown. Her feet are bare. Cheap, brightly colored braclets hang from her tiny wrists.
"Life got hard, kid. I-it just happened," I tell her simply, I'm trying to smile as I do. I don't know how to explain it to her. How do I tell this frail little thing what happened? Am I supposed to recount over 10 years in just a moment? Am I sparing her? Or can I just not bear to see her disappointment?
"How?" She whispers at me. Her eyes are so glossy and big. She's so innocent. She's so precious. God, she doesn't deserve this.
"I'm not sure yet," I admit quietly, "it's big and complicated, and I get lost if I look for too long.
After a long pause, she looks up at me. Her tiny hands are tightly clasped together in her lap. Her lips are pressed together in clear distress. It hurts me to look at her. It hurts to think about where she's going.
My heart floods with pain when a tear runs down her cheek.
"I'm scared," she says, choked up with the tears she was clearly holding back.
"Me too," I whisper. My own throat starts to hurt as I look up, blinking rapidly. I don't want to cry. I don't want to make it worse. I don't want to upset her. She doesn't deserve that.
"I don't wanna hurt," she says, tiny body heaving with a sob.
"I know," I tell her. Because I do.
"Why?" She begs for an answer that I don't have. I wish I knew. I wish I could tell her a lie, but she's too smart for that. She's too perceptive. She's always been good at that. She could never be fooled.
I don't get a chance to respond, because my own tears are falling freely now.
Gazing at her face hurts. I want to cradle her. I want to reach out and cup her face. I want to shelter her soft baby skin and her angelic doe eyes. I want to brush her curls from her face and kiss the bridge of her nose. I want to hold her and shield her from the world. I want to shield her from myself.
She's so beautiful.
I look at her, sitting beside me. I want to weep.
She'll suffer like me and end up exactly where I'm sitting now.
Another sob tears through my teeth. I can't hold them back anymore. I look at her and know she'll be hurt so badly. I look at her and know one day she'll stop sleeping for a few years. She'll be so lonely that the days become a blur. She'll become numb to the world for a time. She'll blame herself for whatever she can to cope. Soon, she'll be stuck with daily fears that never quite leave. She'll want to die eventually. She'll be burnt out, beat down, bloody, and exhausted. She'll end up in places she never imagined being.
She doesn't deserve it. How am I realizing this for the first time? How could I blame her once upon a time?
I wish I could make her proud, but all I've done is devastate her.
"I'm so sorry," I say, and I mean it so deeply that my body aches with the statement, "I'm so sorry. I love you. I love you, I swear."
"I love you, too" she says back, rubbing her tears with a pastel pink sleeve.
"I know I got horrible," I say to her, now wiping my own tears, "I know. I know it looks so bad, but I'm not done yet. We're not done yet, kid. It won't be horrible forever."
She wordlessly took my hand, squeezing it tight.
"We're doing this together," I say I as I draw her closer to me.
I wrap her in my arms, holding her tight. She clings to me, and my tears return silently as I rock her gently. I hold her like I'm holding the world in my arms. I hold her against me until I can't tell if I'm hearing my heartbeat or hers.
And eventually, I'm sitting alone, hugging myself and weeping. I don't know if it's hopeless tears or hopeful ones.
Either way, it can't be horrible forever.
#anais writes#i can't tell if this is depressing or uplifting or both#poetry#sorta#tw suicidal thoughts#tw depression#inner child#short story#writing
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Campfire Kiss or Makeout
#gwenvid#gwenvid week#campcamp#david camp camp#gwen camp camp#camp camp#camp camp roosterteeth#camp campbell#rooster teeth#cc david#cc gwen#RIGHT IN THE NICK OF TIME#TAKE THIS GARBAGE#i'm so sorry i got home late and i've been working on animation stuff for 5 hours straight#i did this in like 20 minutes#i'm so tired and burnt out and my wrist is so tight#but yeah here ya go i combined the prompts because i'm grosssssssssssss >:)#adjee art
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Real Life Tasks With Ransom Drysdale
An Advent Calendar of 24 Normal Human Tasks As Performed By A Huge Man Baby.
Day 19: Sparks Fly
Warnings: Bad Language words and a tiny bit of smut (NSFW, 18+)
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader
A/N: My penultimate instalment in this little series, and it’s been a pleasure to write with @sweater-daddiesdumbdork and @jennmurawski13. And, I think we can all agree, our boy has shown growth.
Well, in some areas…
Series Masterlist.
"That's it, baby." Ransom hissed, his jaw set as his teeth grit together. His hands were on your hips as he pulled you down onto him, slamming up to meet you with every move. You groaned, your hands tight on his shoulders as you could feel another orgasm brewing. Ransom's hand moved up under your top and gently tugged at a nipple and that was it, you were done. White, hot pleasure burst through your body and your head fell back, mouth open as a broken cry escaped your lips before you collapsed forward, head resting on his shoulder as he picked up the pace.
"God, you look so good all fucked out,” he grunted, “no one can fuck you like I can, Princess.”
At his words, his hips stuttered a little as he came with a low growl, stilling before he sagged back against the cushions of the couch.
The pair of you sat still for a moment, chests heaving before Ransom raised his head from where it had flopped against the back of the couch and he moved, pulling you a little closer.
"How long is that round gonna to keep you satisfied for?" Ransom hummed gently into your ear as he kissed your neck. You shifted to little to look at him, smoothing back that stubborn piece of hair from his forehead and shrugged.
"Blame the spawn." You gently kissed him before you smirked. "Am I tiring you out, Tiger?"
"In a word, yes." He drawled. "You woke me at two a.m. declaring you had a ‘problem’ you needed me to help you with and since then you've had me fuck your brains out twice more and it isn't even two in the afternoon yet. Frankly, I'm not sure how much abuse my dick can take in a twelve hour period"
"I don't know what's come over me." You sighed and as soon as the words left your mouth you groaned as you knew you'd just handed him a golden opportunity to make some dirty comment.
"No idea, but I know what came over me." He smirked, "you."
"Walked into that one didn't I?"
"Fraid so, Princess." He grinned, kissing you again and your stomach chose that moment to give a huge growl.
"Hungry?" He asked sarcastically and you snorted and gave a nod. "Okay, get off my cock and I'll get you something to eat."
"You're such a charmer." You snorted and he shrugged as, with his help, you climbed off him, crossing your legs as you could feel his release dribbling down your inner thigh. He arched an eyebrow at you as he also stood, pulling up his boxers and jeans.
"Is there a problem, Princess?"
You slapped at his chest and he laughed, catching your wrist gently before he kissed the palm of your hand. "Go sort yourself out and I'll fix us lunch. And by fix I mean warm up the reminder of last night’s fajitas."
"Ooooh." You nodded eagerly. "They were good!"
"Yup." He popped the P. "I did well. I think we have enough cheese still grated, there's salsa..." he pondered before he looked at you "I'll set it all out on the table"
"You know, I gotta hand it to you, your after care has improved dramatically over the years.”
"What do you mean?" Ransom frowned.
"I mean that you used to simply wipe your dick in my hair and leave."
"Don't exaggerate, Y/N" he rolled his eyes before he smirked, "I used to wipe it on your panties."
“You’re disgusting.”
“Says the woman with a load of my come dripping down her legs.”
“RANSOM!” you exclaimed, shoving him gently and he laughed, stepping backwards a little before he cast you one last smirk and headed out of the lounge.
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Ransom pulled the bowls of fajita mix, salsa and cheese out of the fridge. Thanks to his fight last time with the damned plastic wrap and fucking Tupperware lids, this time when he’d ordered his shopping he’d had the foresight to order disposable aluminium foil containers instead.
He tossed the food nto the microwave and hesitated before he decided three minutes should do it. He shut the door, selected the programme and pressed start before he turned to find the spare wraps. As he did so he could have sworn he saw something in the corner of his eye, a blue flash. But when he looked round there was nothing.
Shaking his head, thinking he was probably hallucinating thanks to the fact he was utterly spent as a result of Y/N being constantly horny over the last twenty-four hours (not that he was really complaining) he moved to grab the wraps and tossed them down onto the counter, before he reached for two plates.
And then he saw it again. A little spark of blue, coming from the microwave.
Frowning, he moved towards it, as the blue sparks became bigger, and bigger until there was a sudden eruption of flames inside.
“What the fuck!” he yelled, quickly moving to the socket on the wall. He yanked the plug out, but the flames didn’t die down.
“Shit, shit, shit!” he spun round before he spotted the little fire extinguisher hung on the wall that had been there since shortly after his incident with the eggs. He pulled it down, staring at it, before he realised he hadn’t the foggiest idea how to use it.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” he yanked at the pin and deployed the handle as best as he could following the instructions on the side. A stream of foam shot onto the floor and, satisfied he’d figured that bit out, he moved to the microwave and hesitated, before he pushed the button to open the door. It swung open and instantly the flames licked up the side of the appliance, and he quickly sprayed the fire down with the foam.
By now the smoke detectors were blaring out and he heard Y/N shouting as her footsteps sounded in the hall.
Crap. Crap. Crap.
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“Oh my God!” you shrieked, your hands flying to your mouth “Ransom, are you ok?”
“Yeah, fine.” He grumbled “The microwave isn’t.”
“What the hell happened?” you asked, moving to his side to examine the inside of your appliance which was now nothing but a sopping charred mess.
“It set on fire.”
“Yeah, well I can see that.” You rolled your eyes “I mean how?”
“I dunno.” He sighed. “All I did was chuck the bowl of fajita stuff in there, and then all these blue sparkle things started and-“
“Wait” you turned to him, and gave a groan “Tell me you took it out of the foil container.”
“Was I supposed to?”
“Fucking hell fire Ransom!” your voice became high pitched “Yes, yes you are. Everyone knows metal can’t go in a microwave! You could have hurt yourself or burnt the house down or…”
At that your rant stopped, as the smell washed over you. Bunt food with a distinct metallic undercurrent.
“Oh, shit…” you pushed him away and spun for the sink but it was too late, you vomited all over the floor causing him to jump back with a yell. He wrapped an arm round you and steered you to the sink where you continued to heave even though there was nothing left to bring up. Eventually, you stopped and wiped at your mouth as Ransom ran the tap and gave you a glass of water.
“You okay?” he asked, his hand rubbing your back and you nodded, turning to look at him.
He didn’t need you to voice your next instruction. He simply sighed, pulled the offending microwave towards him and picked it up, carrying it to the door.
“I’ll get rid of this and fetch the mop”
Well, if nothing you’d finally taught him to clean up after himself. And you, in this case.
#real life tasks with ransom drysdale#ransom drysdale x you#ransom drysdale x reader#ransom drysdale#chris evans#chris evans characters
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Your Brother's Best Friend. (ht)
Hui ; Your Brother's Best Friend
description : you *comfort* your brother's best friend in his studio after he's suffered a few stressful weeks
typ : smut / bit of fluff
pairing : dom!hui x female!reader
rated : NSFW
warnings : sensory!deprivation , choking!kink , gagg!ng , blow!jobs , studio!sex , rough!sex , smut smut smut smut
word count : 3.3k
You knocked softly on the studio door, pausing for a moment before pushing through - not wanting to disturb his work. Your eyes adjusted to the lights of the room, gaze falling on the young man stood bowing over his desk, with palms pushing hard against the wood and his head hanging low. You watched his fingers crawl up to press play on his computer, causing a soft melody to burst through speakers. After 30 seconds or so, Hui groaned loudly, slamming his fist into his desk before snatching up his hair in frustration.
"Hui?"
Immediately, his head shot up, neck twisting to run his eyes over your figure.
"What's up, y/n?" his tone was impatient.
"Do you know where my brother is?"
"No," Hui answered quietly, "I think he's on a date? I'm not sure, sorry."
"Ah...thanks anyway," your teeth sank into your lip, watching as he fell down into his chair weakly. You felt your expression grow concerned, his tired eyes and tight lips causing your brow to furrow with worry. Lightly, you shut the door, and moved closer towards him.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," his stare remained on his computer, fingers twitching against his thighs as if they were too heavy to move.
"Hui..." your soft voice calling his name made him shiver, and as you rested down onto the edge of his desk, you reached out to press your fingers against his, "talk to me."
Slowly, his gaze rose, meeting your gentle eyes steadily. He relaxed, your touch and smile calming his previous frustrations.
"I think I'm losing it," he swallowed, "I...I can't figure out what's off about this stupid fucking song and I...I think I've lost my touch."
You shook your head with an airy sigh, squeezing his hand lightly.
"Don't be ridiculous," you mumbled, "we all have off days."
"Mines been for weeks," Hui's voice cracked, breaking your heart, and as he glanced away with a shaky breath, you pulled yourself closer towards him. Positioning your body between his legs, you wound your arms around his neck and tugged him into a warm hug. Like a magnet, his own arms rose to wrap around your waist, allowing the embrace to comfort him.
"You shouldn't be so hard on yourself," you murmured, as your fingers began to entwine through his messy hair, "everyone has these periods, where we just don't feel like ourselves. It won't help if you're not sleeping either, will it, hm? You're not losing it, you're insanely talented and you work like crazy - you're probably just burnt out."
You allowed his head to rest against your chest, and you felt him cuddle further into you as you did, seemingly enjoying the hug. His fingers were running slowly up and down the small off your back, while his tired eyes shut heavily.
"It'll be okay, Hui," you rested your chin against his head, "I believe in you."
Suddenly, you felt Hui pull at your waist, guiding you down onto his lap. With one hand he hauled your legs to drape over his, while the other reached further to curl around your small frame.
"Just...stay a while?" he asked, quietly.
His exhausted eyes gazed into yours, and without hesitation you nodded, continuing to trail your nails over the small hairs along the back of his neck. Again, he lowered his head to rest into your chest, his hand curling around his wrist behind your back. For a few moments you both remained silent, allowing him to doze against you.
"Thank you," he finally mumbled, "for being here."
"It's nothing," you brushed your lips against his forehead, "I'd do anything for you."
Slowly, Hui rose his head, his eyes flickering towards your mouth that hovered so close to his. He swallowed, his breath growing heavy.
"Anything?" he whispered.
As you gave a small nod, he made a careful movement forwards, as if asking for permission. Once you mirrored his movement, he pushed his lips gently against yours. Feeling you push into the kiss, his hands forced your body close, as he became desperate and needy. You swung one leg over his lap, straddling him, while your teeth sank into his lip. He released a light hiss in response to the sting, but his hands slid down to push into the back pockets of your jeans, dragging you tighter against his body. Feeling you begin to roll your hips slowly against him, he released a moan - the vibrations against your mouth causing your body to heat up to unimaginable temperatures. You felt a hard bump begin to push between your legs, and your eyes flickered beneat your lids.
"Careful," he begged, "if I start, I won't be able to stop."
Your hands began to drag down his shirt, finding his belt buckle and beginning to hastily fumble with it, the kiss growing more and more aggressive by the second.
"Maybe I don't want to stop," you breathed.
With a slight whimper, Hui began to tug at the button of your jeans, breathlessly dragging the zip down and guiding the denim past your hips. Falling from his lips, you stumbled to your feet, and, dragging your palms slowly over his thighs, you lowered to your knees - not breaking his gaze once. Your fingers curled around his jeans and the band of his underwear, dragging them teasingly to the floor. His head rolled back, moaning desperately.
"Don't tease," he pleaded.
Moving forward slightly in his chair, Hui watched through hooded eyes as you reached up - running your thumb over your tongue before beginning to glide it over the tip of his already hard cock. His breath caught, your touch tantalising his skin as you curled your fingers around his shaft - slowly sliding up and down. Chest heaving, he rolled his head onto his shoulder, just as you leant forward to swirl your tongue over his tip.
"I swear to god you'll regret it if you tease," he growled, scraping your hair from your face and up into his fingers. Your eyes sparkled, gazing up at him as you let it slide deep down your throat - forcing your mouth further open. The soft moan he released made your body burn, and your hand moved to join your lips and tongue swirling up and down his cock - getting faster and messier, wetter and sloppier. Suddenly, Hui placed his hand against the back of your head, forcing it down roughly. Hearing you gag, he uttered a low "fuck", before pushing and tugging your head up and down - causing spit to drip from your chin. Your soft moans vibrated against his cock, causing the knots in his stomach to expand.
"G-Good girl..." he grunted, his fingers tightly gripping at your hair.
Feeling his body tense, the knots tightening as his voice cracked, Hui's head fell back.
"Look at me while I cum," he demanded, his tone rough.
You immediately obliged, breathlessly watching his features weaken before his hands snatched back to curl around the arms of his chair. Knuckles turning white, his hips suddenly bucked, releasing one final grunt before the thick white liquid dripped into your mouth. His body twisted, eyes rolling up when you continued sucking, overstimulating him until he whimpered.
"A-Ah, you fucking---" finally, you fell back onto your heels, dragging your tongue over your lips to lick up every bit of his cum. He leant forward, slowly, rubbing his thumb over the corner of your mouth with a small smirk.
"You missed a bit," he purred.
Feeling your lips wrap around his thumb, he felt an unbelievable weakness wash over him. Leaning against his thigh, you pulled herself to your feet - wincing at the slight pain stinging your knees. Hui's eyebrows rose, feeling guilty as he grazed over the red marks burnt into your legs. He immediately stood, snatching up your wrists and winding them around his neck. With a playful grin, he bent to pick you up into his arms - your legs pressing against his sides as you released a playful gasp. Both noticed the sparkle of lust engulf your eyes, before smashing your lips against each other desperately. Hui stumbled back, kicking his chair and bag out of the way to throw you down onto a small sofa pushed up against the back wall. Your soft laugh made him moan with pleasure, kneeling down before you and wrapping his hands around your ankles. Yanking you close, he began to slide his palms teasingly along your inner thighs, while you hauled your top over your head and threw it behind you. Hui's eyes sparkled, one hand dragging up to unclip your bra surprisingly easy, the other curling over your jeans and panties, while he lowered to press open-mouthed kisses kisses from your chest down to your stomach - not once breaking eye contact with your desperate eyes. As he kissed, he dragged your jeans and underwear down, chucking them to the floor before resting his palms against your thighs. Pushing them open, he licked his lip, and the sensation of his cool breath against you made your body tense. Slowly, he slid his index finger deep inside of you, watching your expression as he slipped in the second and the third. Seeing your eyes roll, your mouth fall open, turned him on.
"You're so wet," he purred, "just from sucking my dick?"
He began to rub his thumb over the areas near your clit, causing you to release a moan of yearning.
"Please don't tease," you begged.
"Hm? Say that again, beg me," Hui's fingers thrust slowly in and out of you, smirking as he felt your body completely give in to him.
"Please," your voice cracked, "p-please don't tease me, let me cum..."
As soon as his thumb applied pressure to your clit, rubbing in fast tiny circles while he continued slamming his fingers deep inside of you, your hands reached out to snatch up his hair.
"Say my name," Hui grunted.
You whimpered his name, your arousal causing you to begin fast reaching your high.
"Let's see what else you can take," Hui breathed, suddenly pulling off - leaving you breathless and yearning for him.
"Fuck me," you croaked, "please, fuck me."
Eyes sparkling, Hui dragged his own t-shirt off, spinning it into a tight coil before leaning down and pressing it beneath your teeth. His firm fingers tied it tight behind your head, before reaching down to fumble with his bag - tugging out a condom. Once he slid it on, he lined himself up to your entrance. Teasing you, he dragged the tip of his cock over your pussy lips, drawing a muffled cry from your throat. Your wet warmth already had him hard, but as soon as he thrust his full length into you, his cock twitched - seeming to grow bigger inside. Your back immediately arched, moaning his name in a high-pitched whine when his hands curled around your wrists, tugging them forward as he began to snap his hips against you. He started off fairly slow, allowing you to adjust, before he picked up pace, snapping his hips roughly and angrily into you - forcing you to take all of him. Your muffled moans were high and desperate, your nails scratching at his hands as your legs tensed against him. Suddenly, one hand dropped, his fingers curling around your neck - squeezing just tight enough to make your body erupt in pleasured goosebumps. Eyes rolling up, you felt familiar knots begin to twist inside your stomach, tightening with each thrust into you. You cried out, lids screwing shut as your legs began to shake. Your hand reached up, nails digging into his outstretched arm, before you felt an incredible uphoria rush through her body as you came hard.
Hui's lips curled into a satisfied smirk - but he didn't stop, just like you hadn't done for him, and he kept pounding into you, quickening pace as her overstimulated you to a shaking mess. Your limbs were turning to jelly, too weak to carry on but loving it too much to stay stop. Just as you felt yourself climaxing for the second time, Hui grunted too - signalling that he was reaching his high.
"Look at me," he snarled, "wait for me, baby, let's cum together..."
Your lips rubbed tight together, desperarely holding onto his wrist as you attempted to keep yourself on the edge. Feeling his cock twitch inside of you, you allowed yourself to give in to him - just as you both came, a wash of immense pleasure engulfing you. Breathless, Hui pulled out from you, sliding off the condom and throwing it into a trashcan placed beside his desk. And then, without a second breath, he lowered down between your legs, replacing where his cock had been with two long fingers. Meeting your weak gaze, he chuckled, before slowly dragging your tongue over your clit. You tensed, whimpering, at the warm sensation. Your fingers entwined through his hair, following his head as he began to flick his tongue up and down over your sensitive slit, at the same time thrusting two fingers inside of you. Again, your back arched, his tongue working fast but in perfect shapes that it send shocks of pleasure through your limbs.
"I-I'm gonna---" your muffled words against his t-shirt gagging you came out as a pathetic whine, before you suddenly tensed - legs shaking against his head - and collapsed down onto the sofa, exhausted.
Chest heaving, Hui moved to lay down beside you, draping an arm over your waist and pulling you close. His soft lips peppered delicate kisses against your neck, smiling against your skin.
"I should go before someones comes," you whispered, reluctant to leave him.
Placing his hand on the small of your back, Hui held you close.
"Stay a little longer."
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