fear the deer.

@timecall asked ---

she thinks that she might like the sight of this a little too much— of claude. red faced and more than a little debauched, making noises that somehow both amuse her and contribute to a growing warmth in the pit of her stomach. she's learning a lot of things right now, like how claude sounds when she puts her lips on the tip of his dick, or the fact that she kinda likes the feel of his hand entangled in and lightly tugging at her hair. she keeps her own hand up to move her hair out of her face, the other wrapped at the base of his cock, and she knows it’s a redundant question but after the initial few moments of her taking in as much as she can of him into her mouth she can’t resist pulling back to ask ( more than a little coyly ), “good?”

                  it’s a feeling that comes rushing in all at once. the thumping of his heart ramping up inside his chest, breath staggering, her mouth hot and heavy around him. for a man supposedly composed all the time, he was unraveling right under her lovely touch. people joke that he’s wrapped around her little finger and such a claim wasn’t so far-fetched, there was definitely truth in that statement. currently claude indulges in their intimate moment, his head thrown back, various strands of dark hair scattered messily all over his face ( oh how easily undone you become. ) then his hand lies lost deep in a jungle of pastel turquoise, her hair kept in a soft but firm grip, not wanting to lose ahold of her --- because oh, its so easy to get lost in her if you’re not careful. from the faint gleam of sweat that sticks gracefully to her milky skin, to how she takes him in so welcoming and boldly, not a single trace of hesitation to be found ( not now or ever ) all tied together with that look on her face. and oh god, that face. her gorgeous eyes half-lidded; an alluring minty-green that constantly draws him in with ease, the kind of look that makes you want to do anything for somebody ( and he’s not one to carelessly give in. ) a not-so-shy moan rolls off his tongue, whilst his fingers remain preoccupied intertwined in her tresses, mind lost to the clouds above, enamored in pure foggy bliss. 

                  in a sense she had always excited him, piqued his interest from the very beginning. everything, from words to actions clouded in an air of mystery, or perhaps she made it appear that way. in some aspects he too was also the same. “ a hard guy to grasp ” --- how people often referred to him; the type of man to pick and choose the parts of himself to showcase ( not always earnestly, either ) but with her? he found himself rarely hiding too much. she never pried per-say, only a little bit, and each and every time he’d throw her that little bone, disclose scrapes of information here and there. then before he knew it such habits became an never-ending cycle, not a dull moment in sight. even now, he finds himself enthralled searching for more as they come together in private, learning more about each other in more ways than one. slowly, that mutual feeling urges himself to gravitate closer, head tilting upward to properly watch her at work. his hungry eyes yearn to find hers in hopes to appease his appetite, and when they do meet he feasts upon the image. baring witness to the lithe fingers that intertwine around his cock and as if on cue a lopsided smirk manifests to life, almost as if to egg her on. although, before he could get a word in to encourage she closes in the short-lived distance rather quickly, which elicits another sweet, low groan to draw from his mouth ( maybe a tad less restrained than the last one. ) for a man who loved the sound of his own voice, he couldn’t manage to verbalize an actual word around her --- not that he’s complaining. 

                in fact his grin only grows in size, followed by the steady heaving of his chest he somehow manages to control at the heated contact. only for a moment do his eyes fully flutter shut to take in the feeling, memorizing the sensation of her sucking him off. and oh, how good it felt --- heavenly, even. then again, he expected no less from his goddess. a pool of  warmth begins to spread all over, from the canvas of his cheeks, to both the entirety of his gut and body. it travels far, tingles like pings of charged-up static, overflowing all over at once and god --- did he mention so damn good? claude takes in a slow deep breath, pauses, then exhales shakily as his smile shifts from smug to pacified. was this meant to feel this great? or was it only under her angelic touch that it felt absolutely divine? if he wasn’t a believer then, he certainly is now. unfortunately, before he’s able to find that answer she parts all too soon. enveloped in warmth, yet noticeably chilled from her lack of touch despite it only being mere seconds. oh, how easy it was to be addicted --- and he was. coyly her melodic voice reaches his ears, softly sultry, and he cannot help but smile more, relish in her graces: 

              ❛ oh, better than good --- ❜ 

Gina about to write her first lewd, colorized

can you even spell penis or vagina