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Yo what in the fucking MASTERPIECE??!!!?!! WHERE ARE THE LIKES AND REBLOGS PLEASE GOD

ᝰ.ᐟ Her Mouth, His Heaven

even with his burning passion to create the perfect stage for carats, to truly own every performance, dino is no stranger to the searing ache of sore limbs and debilitating cramps after an exhausting practice. each muscle screamed, a heavy weight dragging him down. he barely remembered making it back to his apartment, the thought of collapsing on the pavement or screaming into his car a desperate, unvoiced desire.

yet, he knew, the pain was trivial compared to you.

to be precise, your mouth.

his body's protest faded, cramps dissolving as a hot wave of arousal washed over him. exhaustion was a distant memory, consumed by the urgency of lust. dino loathed the familiar burn in his muscles after grueling hours, but he knew your touch, your mouth, was his ultimate relief.

there you were, his engorged dick disappearing into your mouth, your wide, innocent eyes fixed on him, cheeks hollowing with each deep pull. a primal groan tore from dino's throat. your head moved with relentless purpose, up and down, never breaking the intense connection, your lips slick and warm against his skin.

"shit, y/n," he whimpered, his voice strained, a raw sound of burgeoning pleasure. already slick with sweat from the dance studio, his skin glistened even more furiously under the dim apartment lights. you pulled back slightly, just enough for your lips to caress the very tip, a slow, teasing drag that made his breath catch.

your hands, however, were still at work, gripping the base of his shaft, stroking slowly as your tongue continued to swirl around the sensitive head. the flick of your tongue, warm and insistent, against that highly sensitive point made him twitch, a desperate tremor running through him. precum glistened on your lips, a clear slickness coating them each time you pulled at his pulsing, angry red head, tasting the first, sweet hint of his coming release.

"please, y/n," he rasped, his voice raw with urgent need, a hand lifting, trembling slightly, to try and press your head back down.

but you were quicker, a mischievous glint dancing in your eyes as your lips, so soft and wet, pulled away, breaking the intoxicating contact. a guttural groan, thick with deprivation, tore from his throat at the sudden loss, his chest heaving as he stared down at you, his eyes glistening with a desperate, almost pleading sheen. his hips twitched, an involuntary buck of frustrated desire.

"y/n, don't tease," the words fell out, a ragged whisper, more command than plea, betraying the tight leash his control was on. he felt himself straining, every nerve ending alive and screaming for more.

your hands, however, didn't relent. instead, they continued their exquisite torture, dragging a slow, deliberate path up and down the rigid length of his cock, each stroke sending fresh jolts of electricity through his already overstimulated nerves.

he could feel the blood pounding in his ears, a frantic drumbeat against the frantic rhythm of his heart, echoing the throbbing in his groin. the air around them felt thick, humid with his escalating need.

"please, just give it to me," his desperation surged, the plea clawing its way from deep within him, his voice cracking and pitching high with an undeniable, aching urgency. every muscle in his body tensed, anticipating, yearning for the release that only you could provide. he was at his limit, teetering.

and how could you possibly refuse? you knew your dear channie, already spent from an exhaustive schedule, deserved nothing less than the most profound, most mind-numbing relief. it was your mission, your pleasure, to provide it.

so, with tantalizing slowness that made his breath catch and his entire body tremble, your lips descended again. this time, there was no hesitation, no playful retreat. your tongue flicked out, tracing the sensitive slit of his head, a soft, warm caress that sent shivers down his spine, prickling his skin.

then, with a practiced grace that made his vision blur, you opened your mouth wide, pulling him in, taking the hot, swollen head fully into your wet warmth. you began to suckle, a gentle yet firm pressure that had him arching into your touch, a guttural sound caught in his throat.

dino's moan was a deep, unashamed rumble, a primal sound that vibrated through the air, vibrating through you. it was pure, unadulterated bliss. you deepened your embrace, your head plunging down, down, further still, until your nose brushed against the warm, slightly damp skin of his lower belly. he felt himself stretch, fill you completely, a delicious tightness, the engorged tip pressing against the back of your throat.

from that perfect, all-encompassing depth, you began your work. a relentless, powerful rhythm, a masterful descent and ascent that had his hips instinctively rising to meet your every movement, his fingers digging into your scalp with barely restrained urgency.

your free hand, not content with merely holding, found his heavy balls, cupping and gently massaging them, adding another layer of exquisite sensation to the already overwhelming pleasure. each downward stroke, each upward pull, was a deliberate act of adoration, pushing him closer, closer, to the edge.

he gripped your hair, not roughly, but with a desperate tenderness, his fingers threading through the strands as if trying to anchor himself to you, to this moment. his breath hitched with every pull, a series of short, sharp gasps that told you exactly how close he was. his body, already slick with sweat from practice, now glistened even more, a fine sheen of perspiration coating his skin as if he'd just stepped out of a hot shower. his muscles flexed and coiled, the effort of holding back almost visible in the tension that ran through his frame.

you could feel the rigid column of him twitching, pulsing against your tongue, a clear signal of the impending storm. the scent of him, raw and musky, filled your senses, mingling with the sweeter, metallic taste of his arousal.

"faster, y/n... oh god, faster... please," he whimpered, his voice barely audible, swallowed by the intensity of the moment. his hips began to thrust forward, a frantic rhythm that you matched perfectly, drawing him deeper, harder into your waiting mouth.

the soft skin inside your cheeks stretched, accommodating his swelling length, and you felt the subtle tremor that started deep within him, a low vibration that promised explosion. his fingers tightened in your hair, a soft pull that urged you on, demanding everything.

then, with a final, choked cry that was half a sob, half a roar, a sound of pure, unbridled release, dino surged into your mouth. his body tensed, an arc of pure pleasure, as hot, thick come pulsed, gushed into your warmth, filling your mouth, coating your tongue.

you felt the rhythmic contractions deep in his core, the tremors of his orgasm shaking him from head to toe, his hips bucking wildly against your face. you kept going, drawing every last drop from him, the taste of him filling your mouth, hot and coppery and utterly intoxicating, a delicious, earthy flood. his hips bucked against your face, each pump sending a wave of delicious pleasure through you as well, a shared, intense connection.

even after the last pulse had subsided, even as his body began to relax, shuddering slightly, his legs trembling beneath him, you didn't stop. you kept your head down, gently sucking, drawing out the lingering pleasure, a slow, tender caress that spoke of devotion, of care. you felt him go pliant above you, his earlier tension melting away, replaced by a profound exhaustion and satisfied peace.

his fingers, still tangled in your hair, loosened, eventually coming to rest on your head, stroking gently, almost reverently. you could hear his breathing slowly steadying, the ragged gasps smoothing out into deep, even breaths, the sound of his satisfied sighs a melody in your ears.

you felt his dick begin to soften, growing less rigid, but still wonderfully full in your mouth, a heavy weight that still pulsed with residual heat. you continued to pull on him, a soft, comforting suction, a gentle rhythm that soothed him, as if to tell him you weren't going anywhere, that you were here to take care of him completely, thoroughly.

the taste of him lingered on your tongue, a delicious, lingering memory of his climax, a promise of future encounters.

dino finally stirred, a languid stretch that eased the last of the tension from his frame, before shifting to pull you closer, his hand gently cupping the back of your head, pressing a soft kiss to your crown. he inhaled deeply, a soft murmur of contentment rumbling in his chest, a sound that filled the quiet apartment.

the searing aches, the muscle cramps, the soul-deep exhaustion that had weighed him down just moments ago – all of it seemed a distant memory, utterly vanquished, a small price to pay. he knew tomorrow would bring another day of relentless practice, pushing his body to its absolute limits for carats, but as long as he had this, as long as he had you and your mouth, he wouldn't mind the pain one bit. it was a perfect, blissful trade-off, a guarantee of ultimate relief that made every grueling hour worth it.

#BLOW THIS SHIT UPPPPP #IM NOT OKAY

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