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things you do that make svt bust quick (nsfw)

seungcheol —; tell him how good he’s doing

he’s a leo male… please stroke his ego.

tell him how you love his cock, how big he is, how it hits so deep inside you. tell him “right there,” and “keep going,” and to do it “just like that.”

stroke his possessive side too. tell him no one else can fuck you like he can, no one else can stretch you out so good, no one else can make you cum like he does. tell him that your pussy is made for him only.

be loud for him. god, he loves hearing you moan. say his name, beg for more, sob, whimper, gasp for him. don’t be shy about it. it’ll only be a matter of time before you butter him up enough to make him cum.

jeonghan —; beg

everyone knows yoon jeonghan likes having people at his mercy. he gets a little unhinged when he has power over someone—so imagine what he gets like when you’re writhing on his cock, gasping his name so sweetly, your eyes glimmering with tears as he fucks you hard.

“what is it, pretty?” he asks, and like the devil he is, he slows the movement of hips, pulling out of you until his tip barely kisses your also weeping hole. it’s torture for him too, to leave the hot, tight haven that is your cunt, but to him it’s worthwhile.

“wanna cum, hannie,” you whimper.

“hm… i don’t know if i should let you yet,” he says, dipping back inside just an inch. years of him being yours means you don’t miss the tiny strain in his voice that betrays his perfectly collected demeanour.

“please, hannie, please, please, please, let me cum. i’ve been so good,” you sob, squeezing your thighs where they rest on his hips.

you watch as a switch flips in his eyes within a millisecond. a grin lights up his face and he shudders, and he’s sliding back inside you, fucking in and out of you harder and faster than before. safe to say it doesn’t take long for either of you to cum after that.

joshua —; make eye contact

his pretty doe eyes make staring into them your favourite thing in the world, and if you asked him his favourite pastime, he’d tell you that it was gazing into your irises.

it’s also his biggest weakness. from the way you’ve got your mouth wrapped around his dick, throat gagging even though you’re only halfway down it, joshua feels his sanity slipping away. his fingers curl into the bedsheets below as he watches you work him, revels in the warmth of your tongue sliding up and down his shaft.

when your eyes flick up to meet his he doesn’t stand a chance. not with how glimmering they are, brimming softly with tears, yet swimming with adoration. with worship.

heat washes over his whole body, he’s gasping, and the salty warmth of his release pools on your tongue.

jun —; put his fingers in your mouth

when junhui gets inside you he has a one-track mind. he becomes rapt with pleasure, drunk from the warm squeeze of your pussy around him, focused on nothing but the sensation of you, the sight of you under him, the sound of you in his ears.

the effect you have on him is dangerous, because you’re equally obsessed with him as he is with you, and you’re not afraid to show him.

and you love his hands, he knows you do—knows how you love his slender fingers and their soft touches all over you, inside you. your brain is cloudy, fogged by lust when you take him by his wrist and bring his fingers to your mouth. your eyes sparkle as your lips wrap around his index finger, your soft tongue swirling around it.

jun’s mouth parts with awe, his eyes growing round. a second later, he stills inside you with a gasp of your name, like he’s praying to you, all the while you’re sucking on his finger like a devil.

hoshi —; scratch him

he’s a little bit of a freak, and a masochist too.

when he’s got you folded in half, hitting all the right spots inside you, you cling to him in every way you can—fingers grabbing at his biceps, his shoulders. one particular stroke of his hips has you squealing.

your nails sink into his skin, crying out his name as you rake them down the toned planes of his back. the second you do, soonyoung is grunting, hips stilling, cock twitching as a sticky warmth suddenly floods your cervix.

the worst part about it is how he always has the stupidest, most shit-eating smug grin on his face when he examines your damage in the bathroom after, and you know that if he could, he would post the selfies he takes in the mirror all over instagram. what’s even worse though? seeing your marks makes him hard again.

wonwoo —; cry

you’re such a sensitive little thing and wonwoo adores you. one orgasm on his fingers and you’re already overstimulated—“but baby, i haven’t even put my cock in you yet,” he’ll coo.

like it’s your fault you have a boyfriend with skilled fingers and a skilled tongue and who knows you inside and out like the back of his hand, who knows where to touch you and how hard and what pace makes you writhe the most.

by the time he does get inside you, you’re gasping and whining and clawing at him, tears springing to your eyes because he’s so big and so deep, but the stretch is so addictive that it’s dizzying. his voice is low and husky as he mutters to you a mixture of teases and praise, calls you his pretty girl and then laughs at sensitive you are, pretends he’s not on the verge of coming from the sound of your choked gasps.

your belly starts to pulse with that familiar heat and by then you’re keening for him, whimpering a mixture of his name and endless pleas as it starts to become too much. your sobs go straight to his cock, and it’s only a matter of time before he reaches his climax, and his gasps of pleasure harmonise with your own cries.

woozi —; pull his hair

he’s been growing his hair out. after all your begging, he finally listened. in a way, though, it’s backfired a little on you, because the longer it gets the more insane you become. and the thing is you never expected him to let it get to his shoulders—and still he doesn’t plan on cutting it. well, good. you would kill him if he did.

when his face is between your legs you’re nothing short of a feral animal—your hips bucking wild against his mouth, your legs trembling on his shoulders, your fingers, of course, grabbing fistfuls of his hair. he makes you whine when he pulls away from your needy, sticky cunt to tsk at you, tells you to cut it out and keep your hands to yourself. (it’s because he’s about to cream his pants).

when he bends you in half beneath him, ruts into you hard and fast and relentless, you need leverage. your hands land on the back of his neck, fingertips grazing at his roots, then one slam of his hips into yours has his cock bumping against the most sensitive spot inside you and your grasping at his hair and crying his name so desperately. no longer can he hold back, strained groans slipping past his lips as he lets go inside you.

dokyeom —; hold his hand

a sentimental sweetheart, seokmin is an utter romantic who thinks that being inside of you, whether in your mouth or your pussy, is intimacy in its purest form. now imagine showing him just how much more intimate things can get.

he’s losing his mind at the feeling of your tongue swirling around the head of his cock, the way you swallow his length down making him see stars. he can’t bare to look at you—he needs to focus on taking deep breaths so that he doesn’t cum straight down your throat. then he feels you grabbing at one of his hands, lacing your fingers together, and no amount of deep breathing can stop him from releasing.

and when he fucks you it’s no different—it’s him in near tears, whimpering your name between incoherent words over and over, and as soon as you take his hand in yours and your fingers wrap around his, there’s nothing else he can do but succumb to his own pleasure.

mingyu —; take control

he’s big and strong; strong enough to put you into whatever position he wants, to make you cum at his command, to do just as he pleases with you.

but that’s exactly why he likes it when you slap him around a little.

you can’t exactly bend him into doggy or use your weight to keep him pinned to the mattress, but you can sit yourself pretty on his cock and ride him teasingly slow. you can tell him he’s not allowed to touch you or you’ll stop moving. you can tell him to kiss you, to go slower, to go harder.

you can sit up and put a hand around his throat, still your hips, and tell him he can fuck you himself if he wants to cum. and he’ll do just that—and as soon as you utter the words, he’s gone, whining out curses as he fills you up in white, warm spurts.

minghao —; whisper in his ear

minghao often tells you how he adores your voice. when you talk to him he’s entranced, and he’s always been more of a listener than a talker, and it’s perfect because you always have so much to say, and minghao will listen to every last word of yours.

your voice—minghao’s kryptonite, his achilles’ heel, his undoing and, oh, the way you moan for him when he’s got you on his cock is enough to make his heart stop beating. the perverted part of him wishes he could record you, hide the file away on his phone and listen to you when he’s overseas and he can’t call you. maybe he’ll ask you about that, if he can find the courage.

the final blow is when you’re getting close. you lean in, right next to his ear, so close that your breath sends shivers along his skin. “please, hao, i’m so close,” you whisper, yet you still sound so desperate and depraved. “you are too, right? cum for me, please. i’ll cum for you too.”

so he does just that—minghao gives in and lets his orgasm wash over him, fingertips drawing circles on your clit until mere moments later he hears the sound of your own cresting pleasure and he feels himself getting hard again.

seungkwan —; wrap your legs around him

it’s a fact that seungkwan loves to be close to you. if he could, he would crawl inside of your skin and live in your heart. but since he can’t, constant physical touch is the next best thing.

he likes to think he has relatively good self-control…most of the time. like when he’s buried to the hilt inside you, he’s incredible at keeping in rhythm, fucking into you at the most perfect pace for both you and him, hitting the spot that makes your back arch off the bed.

somehow he never sees it coming—when your arms are snaked around his neck and you’re holding onto him for dear life as he takes you to heaven, and your legs wrap around his waist so that you can pull him in impossibly deep. then you bring his face to yours, and you have the most irresistible little pout on your face when you make your request. “cum inside me, seungkwannie?”

and it’s not like he has much choice with the way you’ve trapped him inside of you, but that’s the very reason why the next second he’s pumping you full, because when it’s you, how is he supposed to have any self-control?

vernon —; touch yourself

it’s not like vernon can last long in general. he thinks you’re the hottest thing alive and he’s so enamoured with you that it’s too much for him sometimes, but you best believe he’ll put his all into holding out just for you.

there are times, however, where he’s just a man. and what’s a man to do when he has a goddess riding his dick? when your tits look so pretty, bouncing in his face, when you have that fucked out look in your eyes, when you feel like heaven and hell all at once?

and what the fuck is a man to do when your hand drifts down between your legs, to your aching clit, and your fingers start to rub it in circles, or when your other hand grasps one of your tits and tugs at one of your own nipples? and your sweet pussy clenches around him so tight when you do, clamps down on him in an hot, wet embrace, so what else can he do but cum?

dino —; say ‘i love you’

another sweet, sentimental boy. lee chan is head over heels for you, enamoured, obsessed, smitten, infatuated with you… the list of things he is around you is endless.

it shows in the way he fucks you—always takes his time with you, never rushes taking you apart. every touch of his is intentional, meant to set you both ablaze. when he eats you out to prep you for his cock, he has to try not to cum in his pants from how pretty you are.

where he really doesn’t stand a chance however is when he’s bottomed out inside you, as close as he can possibly be with you—so close you’re practically one. the sweetest sounds fall from your lips, spurring on his expert thrusts.

his forehead is plastered to yours, the pair of you revelling in one another’s sweat and gasps for air. “i love you,” you confess gently, and chan falls over the edge of pleasure not a moment later.

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Mirrored Desires

Synopsis: One minute, you were running through choreography. And in the next, Hoshi had you pinned against the fogged-up mirror, his breath hot on your neck and his grip bruising your hips. The last thing on your mind was the collab stage. A duet was already happening. The audience? You and him.

Pairing: idol!Hoshi x idol!afab!reader

Genre: smut, idol! au, no plot just filth

Rating: mature

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don't do this!), semi-public sex, creampie, lemme know if I missed anything!

Note: This is a full version of this drabble! I couldn't stop thinking of fucking Hoshi in the practice room, so here we are.

Thank you papa @chugging-antiseptic-dye for helping me with the synopsis!

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"5, 6, 7, and 8."

The two of you hit the final pose, chests heaving, skin glistening with sweat. You and Hoshi have been rehearsing for an upcoming collab stage—both main dancers of your respective groups, your companies decided that pairing you up was the best move.

And this dance? Sensual would be an understatement.

There's one move in particular that never fails to fluster you—the moment Hoshi presses against you, his body moulding to yours. And every time, without fail, you catch the faint smirk curling at the corner of his lips.

Catching your breath, you swipe a hand across your damp forehead.

"That was better," you say with a smile. Hoshi nods in agreement.

"Still struggling with one part, though," he pouts, and you have to bite back the internal squeal at how unfairly cute he looks.

"We can run it again," you offer.

Hoshi grins before restarting the song, and your breath stutters when you realise which part he's talking about. His hands settle on your hips as he steps behind you, his chest flush against your back. One arm winds around your waist, dragging you even closer as his nose trails from your neck to your shoulder.

His dark eyes lock onto yours in the mirror, and you can't stop the heat flooding your cheeks. He holds the pose far longer than necessary, the air between you thickening with something electric.

Then his fingers begin a slow crawl up your torso.

"H-Hoshi," you gasp.

"Mhm?" His lips brush your ear, voice a low hum as he nuzzles into the curve of your neck.

A broken sound escapes you when he rolls his hips against yours.

"Shhh," he murmurs, breath hot against your skin. "There are people in the other room."

Another slow grind, another whimper torn from your lip—he's unravelling you, piece by piece.

"Hoshi, please," you whisper, voice trembling.

"Please what, baby?"

"I need you."

A dark chuckle rumbles in his chest. "All you had to do was ask."

He spins you to face him, your hands landing on his chest as you look up into his piercing gaze. Without hesitation, he crashes his lips onto yours in a hungry kiss. You moan as his tongue tangles with yours, and a low groan rumbles from his throat when your fingers slip beneath his shirt, tracing the hard lines of his bare skin.

A whimper escapes you at the feel of his muscles under your touch—firm, taut—every defined ab flexing beneath your fingertips.

His hands roam your body, gripping, teasing, and you shiver under his possessive hold.

Then, in one swift motion, Hoshi lifts you and slams you against the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the practice room. Your back hits the glass with a gasp. The two of you stare, breaths ragged, eyes burning into each other with unspoken hunger.

His finger trails from your forehead down to your lips, feather-light, before pressing against them. Instinctively, you suck, drawing a deep groan from him.

"You're driving me insane," he rasps.

A gasp tears from your throat as he grinds his hard length against your clothed cunt, the sheer size of him already making you clench around nothing.

"Hoshi, please—I can't—" you whine.

"Can't what, baby?" His smirk is infuriating. You huff in frustration.

He chuckles darkly before sliding his hand down, cupping your heat in one possessive grip. You whimper, squirming under his touch.

"Bet you're already soaked for me." His voice drips with satisfaction, and your cheeks burn.

In one swift motion, he yanks down your shorts and panties, exposing your dripping cunt to the cool air. His hungry gaze rakes over you, and you flush under the intensity.

He spreads your folds, thumb pressing against your clit—your back arches, a moan slipping free.

"Hush, baby," he purrs, "don't wanna get caught, do we?" You bite your lip, muffling yourself as his thumb begins slow, torturous circles.

Electric sparks dance under your skin, but it's not enough—you stare up at him, pleading.

"What is it?" he taunts.

A muffled whimper is all you manage.

"Words, baby." His thumb slows just to spite you.

"Need more…please," you beg, voice thick with desperation.

His smirk sharpens before he plunges a finger inside, stretching you with a single, ruthless thrust.

"Fuck—so tight." His growl sends heat straight to your core.

His finger pistons in and out while his thumb works your clit, the dual sensations coiling pleasure low in your belly—but you need more. You rock against his hand shamelessly, chasing relief, and he laughs at your desperation.

Then—another finger. He curls them deep, hitting that sweet spot with brutal precision.

Your head slams back, a bitten-off moan trapped behind your lips. He does it again. And again.

You're unravelling, every nerve alight. His thumb speeds up, circling your clit with relentless focus—your thighs tremble, the knot inside you pulling taut.

"H-Hoshi—don't stop, I'm so close!"

"Cum," he orders, "drench my fingers." Then his mouth crashes onto yours, swallowing your cries as you shatter.

Your body convulses around him, waves of pleasure wracking through you as he fucks you through it, dragging out every last tremor. When he finally pulls out, the obscene slick of your arousal hangs in the air.

Dazed, you pant against his lips, still throbbing from the aftershocks.

Then his fingers—glistening with you—press to your mouth.

"Open up, baby."

You obey, sucking them clean, the taste of yourself igniting a fresh wave of heat. His eyes darken—dripping with desire.

"Can't hold back anymore. I need you." His grip tightens, spinning you around before slamming your cheek against the cold mirror.

You hear the sharp sound of his zipper, then the soft thud of his pants hitting the floor. A gasp escapes you as he teases your entrance with the tip of his cock, slick and insistent.

"Ready?" His voice is rough, strained.

You nod, and with one deep thrust, he's inside you—drawing a sharp gasp from your lips and a guttural groan from his.

"Fuck—you're gripping me so tight," he rasps, his voice ragged.

A muffled whimper slips out as he bottoms out, filling you completely. Then he moves, dragging himself in and out, the thick ridges of his veins rubbing against your walls in a way that makes your eyes roll back.

"Look at me." He commands with a growl. "Look at me while I ruin you."

You obey, meeting his darkened gaze in the mirror—his black hair clinging to his forehead, brows furrowed, lips swollen from biting back moans. His eyes burn into yours, unrelenting.

His fingers dig into your hips hard enough to bruise as his pace turns frantic, almost feral. You can't hold back anymore—a loud moan spills from your lips, uncaring who might hear.

"Shit, you're squeezing me like that—" His voice is rough with pleasure. "Close?"

You moan, nodding desperately as the coil inside you winds tighter.

His hand slips between you, fingers circling your clit with practiced precision.

"Cum with me, baby."

A few more brutal thrusts, and you shatter around him, your walls fluttering as pleasure crashes over you. The sight pushes him over the edge—with a deep groan, he spills into you, filling you up as his hips jerk through his release.

Chests heaving, you stare at each other in the fogged-up mirror, something unreadable flickering in his gaze. One thing's certain, though—this just made everything a hell of a lot more complicated.

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I LOVE THIS THING❗️❗️❗️

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SEUNGKWAN — S.O.S (CARATLAND, 2025)

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HOSHI & WOOZI 'Stupid Idiot' Special Video

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HOSHI X WOOZI 1st Single Album ‘𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗠’ 💥

𝙊𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙋𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙤 + (𝗽𝗹𝘂𝘀) 𝙑𝙚𝙧.

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HOSHI X WOOZI 1st Single Album ‘𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗠’ 💥

𝙊𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙋𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙤 + (𝗽𝗹𝘂𝘀) 𝙑𝙚𝙧. #WOOZI #우지

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HOSHI & WOOZI BEAM Official Photo x (doubled) ver.

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cutie patootie at milan fashion week

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trainer woozi is merciless

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THEN BURN ME

pairing: bf! Hoshi x f! reader

genre: smut (MDNI), oral (f! receiving), light angst (previous conflict getting resolved by him eating you out), shirtless Hoshi, dom! Hoshi, jealousy

note: I have a bit of experience about writing fanfics, but this is my first time writing something like this, so I hope it won’t be a total failure, if you have any recommendations on how I could improve, I will gladly accept it! :)

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You were thinking about your stupid fight with Hoshi that happened about a week ago.

All it was about was just how you and your ex accidentally ran into eachother at the same cafe. It wasn’t accidental to Hoshi. He thought, you had planned it behind his back.

You were in your own world, thinking about that fight, when you heard the front slam hard. You could hear very loud footsteps going up the stairs. It was Hoshi. Before you could even react, he slammed the door to your office open and stormed in.

“What’s this?!” he pushed his phone into your face, stopping millimeters from it as he showed you a photo of you, kissing your ex on the front hood of his car.

“Hoshi, that’s an old photo-“

He cut you off before you could even finish your sentence. “As if I care! You’re only allowed to kiss me like that!”

Then, he crashed his lips in a wet, demanding kiss. He let out a low, throaty groan into your mouth as he bit down on your bottom lip. You gasped as he did that? and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. As he did so, you whined into the kiss and he picked you up from your chair by your thighs, wrapping them around his waist and your arms around his neck.

Hoshi moved over to the couch in the middle of your home office and laid you down, before slowly climbing onto the couch too and hovering his body above yours. He grabbed your wrists in a quick motion and pinned them above yours head as he leaned closer and whispered into your ear in a low, deep, needy voice.

“You’re mine and only mine, and I’m going to make you remember it…”

He bit down on your eat gently before slowly shifting his mouth to your jaw, leaving soft, wet kisses on there, before actually moving down to your neck.

He started by kissing your neck slowly and that quickly became into bruising kisses. He also started to suck and bite on your neck, leaving purple spots and teeth marks on your neck.

“H-Hoshi…” you could barely remember anything, but his name. Your chest rised up and down as you breathed heavily while looking at him with half open eyes.

“Yeah?..” he said while not stopping once. He looked up at you through his lashes and his fingers moved to the buttons of your dress shirt while still torturing your neck.

As he looked at you like that, you couldn’t help but moan quite loudly, earning yourself a chuckle from him.

“Do you know how sexy you sound right now?” he torn your shirt away from your body as he unbuttoned it. “Arching your back, squirming and moaning… Just because of a few kisses…” he whispered sensually, dragging his hands down the curves of your body, goosebumps appearing on your body as you bit down your lip to not let out the whimper your were holding back.

“Don’t hold back. I want to hear you...”

You felt your lace bra being unclasped and saw him throw it on the floor. He pulled back a little from your body to admire the view of your upper body completely exposed to him.

“God… If you only knew how sexy you look like right now…” and then his mouth landed right on one of your breasts, sucking, kissing and leaving his marks on you as he kneaded the other one with his hand.

Just that action pulled out another moan out of you as your hands moved down to tangle into his hair, tugging on it hard, earning another deep, low, throaty groan from him. He switched his mouth from one breast to the other, earning a needy whine from you. “God, Hoshi… Keep doing that…”

“Yeah? You want me to keep going?”

“Is it not visible already?”

“Oh very visible indeed..”

His mouth released your breast with a wet pop as he pulled away to take off his shirt. And as soon as it was off, you dragged your hands down his chest to his abs before you finally put your hands on his shoulders and gripped on them for life as you sat up on his lap, feeling the already hard bulge straining against his pants, before smashing your lips on his and diving into his mouth with your tongue.

He was a bit surprised by your actions, he didn’t expect you to take control like this, but he was more than happy to let you do it. He returned your kiss with equal passion, his hands moving to your hips, gripping them tightly and urging you to move against him. He could feel the heat building between you, the desire growing stronger with every passing moment.

You moaned into the kiss and started to grind on his lap even harder, making him groan and moan.

“Princess, you’re going to be the death of me one day…”

You chuckled softly. “Mmm, really?”

“Really…”

“And how big of a problem would that be for me?”

“Princess… You’re playing with fire…”

You leaned closer to his ear, hands moving from his shoulders to the nape of his neck as you whispered into his ear. “Then burn me..”

And when those exact words left your mouth, he wasted no time smashing his lips against yours, picking you up and walking to your shared bedroom. As he entered in, he threw you down on the bed before locking the door and taking his pants off along with his underwear, his semi-hard cock springing free, leaking with precum.

“You’re gonna regret saying those words..”

He said before climbing over to you on the bed, hovering over your own body, before looking you up and down.

“These are going to have to go.”

He nudged his chin, aiming on your pants, before his hands moved to unbutton them. He pulled them down along with your lace underwear, earning himself another one of your moans.

He lowered his mouth down to your pussy, before his eyes flickered up to meet yours, as if asking ‘Can I?’

You nodded and response and before you could even say anything, his mouth was already on you, licking and sucking on your dripping pussy.

“Ah- Nnghn.. Hoshi…”

Your moans turned him on even more, he started to lick you faster, delving his tongue into you. You whined and your hands flew to his hair, gripping it and pushing his head even deeper into your pussy.

You felt your orgasm getting closer, so you gripped his hair even harder. “Hoshi, I’m gonna-“

You couldn’t even finish your sentence before he licked your pussy even faster. “Go on.. Mark my face with your cum..”

And as soon as those words left his mouth, you were cumming on his face. As your walls clenched, you felt your cum squirting out of you on his tongue and face as he cleaned you up with his tongue.

Then he brought his mouth up to yours again and kissed you. You tasted yourself on his tongue, his face glistening with your juices.

His mouth moved against yours, hungry and urgent. Your skin tingled and burned wherever he touched you, his hands gliding over every part of you. You could barely catch your breath between kisses, your head spinning.

When he finally pulled away from the kiss, he leaned his forehead against yours and whispered to you.

“You’re mine and only mine… Don’t ever think about going back to your ex, it like you would anyway with the way I treat you, touch you, make you feel…”