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You pull into the garage, parking and reaching into the passenger seat to grab your bag. It’s been a long day of utter bullshit. Your office job is great. Stable, challenging, consistent, and it has longevity. But god, you can’t stand corporate bullshit. You walk up the stairs to enter your house but before you can open the door it’s pulled open.
Kaya barks, trying to push past Hasan, who grabs your waist, pulling you in and shutting the door. You're enveloped in the warmth and scent of home as he kisses you, leaning in and making you lose your balance. The kiss is impatient, his tongue quickly entering your mouth and lapping like an excited puppy's. He pulls away and Kaya squeezes herself between you two to lick your hand.
“Are you streaming?” You caution and he nods before burying his face into the nape of your neck. He was surprisingly clingy, but you couldn't be mad at him for it.
“Just doing true crime react stuff,” He mumbles, his hands finding their way up your shirt to cup your breasts through your bra.
“Never mind then,” You squeeze past him, walking over to your desk. Your modest setup was moved next to Hasan's streaming setup when you moved in. It worked, since you were working remotely and he hated it when you were across the house just to work on a project in silence. You place your bag into the chair, peeking over to see that you were slightly in frame. You lean in, looking at chat. It's flying by as fast as ever, though you can read a few messages saying "Hi HasGf"
“Hey y’all- I’ve got to go change so-” Hasan grabs your hand from just off frame, “I’ll go.”
“Nevermind on what?” He asks, pulling you towards him with enough force to move your whole body. You point to the stream and he waves it away, “Noise gate.”
“Can we at least move out of the room?” You yank him away into the hallway before in a hushed voice you caution, “I’m going to lay down, just come up when you’re done with the stream.”
“No, what is it? They already poke fun about me leaving my chair there.”
You sigh, grabbing his hand and pulling it under your skirt. His expression changes, eyes lighting up with a sort of devilish excitement. His fingers press against your entrance, straining against the wet fabric.
“Oh? Did you miss me this badly?” He grabs the crotch of your panties, pulling then aside with enough force to break sone stitches, making an unmistakable popping sound. He thrusts two fingers up into your wetness, making you yelp at the sudden feeling. His fingers felt filling, stretching your entrance. Your body tenses, your tension releasing as his fingers press against your spot. You breathe heavily, trying not to moan and alert his stream further.
"You're dripping, you know that? It makes me want to lick it up," He wasn't commenting, despite his delivery. He was warning, because he quickly drops to his knees. He pulls his fingers out, licking them clean before starting to eat you out. You loose your control over yourself, letting out a loud gasp. It was hard to stay quiet when you had someone with their face buried between your legs, sucking on your clit and rubbing their tongue against your sex.
He reinserts his fingers, pushing them in as deep as he can before pulling them out and driving them back in. His fingers curl in a "come-hither" motion, rubbing against your spot. You can't help but whimper in pleasure, trying to keep as quiet as you can manage.
You try to hold yourself up, your legs quivering with pleasure, threatening to give out. Hasan grabs your hips, pinning you against the wall & holding you up.
Your heartbeat is in your ears, blood boiling hot with desire. Hasan’s tongue is consistent, rubbing against your clit without any sign of exhaustion. He flicks his tongue down to your entrance, licking up your wetness. Your hand instinctively grabs a handful of his hair, yanking a bit. He looks up with heavily lidded eyes, almost daring you to go again, and harder.
“Please?"
Hasan pulls away, and you can predict his next words; "Please what?"
"Please fuck me..." You say in a hushed voice. You're carefully positioned to be standing facing the wall, hips stuck out.
“Look at you," Hasan mutters, hand on one of your hips, spreading you open with his thumb. His cock is out, lined up with your entrance, rubbing against it. He starts to enter you, stretching you with a satisfyingly sharp feeling.
“Fuck!” You gasp, unable to hold your voice in. He thrusts inside of you, forcing out a call of pleasure. Hasan is relentless, slamming into you. His first thrust makes a loud sound and the shelf at his streaming setup moves, banging against the wall.
“Careful!” You hiss, gripping the wall. He felt so good, but you would hate to deal with the controversy.
Your heartbeat pounds in your ears, deafeningly loud, and you start to think maybe Hasan is right about the noise gate.
Either way you were probably screwed, considering the sounds the two if you were making. Heavy breaths, consistently tempoed strokes, occasional gasps and moans are hardly silent.
"You like this, don't you?" Hasan teases, grabbing your hips tightly, driving himself even deeper into you.
You nod, words unable to make their way out of your mouth, instead releasing a cry of pleasure.
“Are you close already? Good girl...” Catching on, he continues to thrust deeply inside of you, pressing against your spot.
“Yeah- fuck!” You swear, wondering if he can see your legs quivering, or how tightly your hand is gripping the corner of the wall.
“You're driving me crazy…” He groans, and that's enough to push you over the edge. Your body quivers, going tense then slack. Hasan's hands, firmly holding you up, feel heavenly.
Even as the waves of pleasure overtaking you decrescendo into nothing, you can still feel Hasan pounding into you. His breaths are labored, holding back more lewd sounds.
"Fuck, you're amazing..." He growls, grip tightening almost to the point of pain as he finishes inside of you. He pulls out, his cum dripping out of you. Your legs quiver and finally you lean against the wall, sliding to the floor. He pulls up his pants, places a kiss on your forehead and walks over, plopping onto his chair.
“Fuck, I missed the top of the hour ad break, which you can avoid using a twitch prime or…”
You pull yourself up, walking into your bedroom to change and hopefully get as much cum out of you as you can.
You come back in a sweatsuit, plopping down in your chair next to Hasan, who leans in and whispers “Chat might be onto us.”
"God, I wonder why."