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°❀⋆ bf!gabi who always texts you good morning and good night. no matter how busy his day has been, he always makes sure to cut a few minutes in to check on you.

°❀⋆ bf!gabi who takes you on the most Instagram worthy dates. whether it's nice restaurants, the beach, an art museum (he isn't even big on art, but if you like it then he does as well), or just a walk around the neighborhood.

°❀⋆ bf!gabi who calls you pet names in spanish because it rolls of his tongue better, at first he was a bit hesitant or shy to but after you told him you loved it, you couldn't get him to stop!

°❀⋆ bf!gabi who loves when you steal his clothes. if anything he encourages it! seeing the clothing he bought on you warms his heart so much.

°❀⋆ bf!gabi who tries face timing you at night, but he always just ends up falling asleep. laughing at himself when you send him screenshots the next day.

°❀⋆ bf!gabi who's love language is physical touch over anything else. he loves having you close to him, and even around his members or staff he'll always have a hand on you. the feel of your skin under his is grounding to him, it gives him a sense of peace in his hectic life.

°❀⋆ bf!gabi who was raised to be a gentleman through and through. he's always one step ahead, reaching for the door before you can. or carrying your shopping bag. its second nature to watch out for you and make sure you're satisfied. not in a belittling way, but in a loving way.

°❀⋆ bf!gabi who is your biggest hypeman. any time you ever feel unsure about a new clothing style or makeup look, he will be there to build your confidence up! he believes you always look beautiful, so you should, too.

°❀⋆ bf!gabi who's camera roll is filled to the brim with photos and videos of you. when he's away from you for more than a day he practically begs over text for you to send him a photo of you or what you're doing with your day.

°❀⋆ bf!gabi who loves when you do anything with his hair. brush it, braid it, wash it or even just play with it in between your fingers. he loves the soft tingling sensation it sends throughout his body.

°❀⋆ bf!gabi who, if you're the opposite of him, respects your alone time and never crosses the line. he understands your personality and he would never want to make you feel uncomfortable around him. just as he's always there for you, he also knows that sometimes not being there is being there.

the print of his hard cock stuck out against his boxers. a small, dark patch of precum soaked into the fabric, clinging to the head of his cock and making the material stick to it.

he watched with wide eyes carefully as the vibrator came to life in your hands with a soft click a faint, low buzzing sound filled the quiet room.

he hid his excitement well, or at least, he tried to. he let his head fall back against the headboard with a sigh, doing his best to look as bored as possible to get on your nerves, but you saw past it. a twitch in his thigh and the way his breath hitched giving him away.

you crawled closer to where he was sat on the bed, the mattress dipping with your movement. you leaned in, moving your head to kiss the lobe of his ear. you left it wet, then blew on it gently, smiling as his whole body shivered beside you.

"you look bored, yuma... " you said with faux disappointment.

you trailed the vibrator across his body, starting at his collarbone. the cold silicone leaving a trail of goosebumps on his warm skin in its wake. you circled one of his nipples, then the other, the vibrations making it pebble instantly. a sharp hiss escaped his mouth as he clenched his jaw, his eyes squeezing shut for a second.

"fuck," he breathed out, his hand coming up to wrap around your wrist, "stop—shit,"

you pulled your arm out of his hold, raising an eyebrow. "you want me to stop?" your voice dripping with false sympathy. "I don't mean to bother you... " your voice trailing off at the end as you lowered your hand that the toy in it.

and without warning, you pressed the buzzing tip directly on the wet patch on his boxers, right on the head of his cock.

his reaction was instant. his hips bucking off the bed, as a choked moan tore from his lips. his hands flew to your wrist again, not to push you away, but to grip you tight. his eyes flew open, wide and shocked. any 'boredom' he had visible on his features gone.

"oh," he gasped, moaning your name as his body trembled. "Don't— don't stop."

a teasing laugh escaped your mouth, "aw, now you don't want me to stop?"

you drove the vibrator up and down his cock, coming to a stop on his tip and pressing on it every now and then. your free hand rested on his face, kissing him as you swallowed all the pretty sounds he was making.

he was nodding his head during the kiss, occasional mumbles of "keep going" and mantras of yes escaping his lips.

you pulled back from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips for a moment before breaking. his face was flushed, his lips swollen and slick with spit, and his eyes were glassy, completely lost in the pleasure. a desperate, high-pitched whine escaped his throat when you moved the toy away from his cock for just a second.

"no," he gasped, his hips chasing the sensation. "please, put it back. please."

he begged so prettily for you that almost did put it back.

"don't worry, baby," you cooed, your voice a low purr as your free hand scratched at his scalp softly. you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his boxers. "let's get rid of these, don't you think? they're just in the way."

he nodded his head quickly, his hands already moving to shove them down his legs and kick them somewhere on the floor. his cock stood, the head a mean shade of red from all the stimulation to it. a fresh bead of precum already forming at the tip.

the sight made your own pussy clench around nothing. you leaned in, with your mouth. pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the head of his cock, licking away the precum. he whimpered, his hands fisting in the sheets as his hips twitched.

"fuck! y/n—"

you stopped him by finally pressing the vibrator directly against his bare, sensitive tip. the sensation, now not covered by a piece of fabric, was intense. His whole body was shaking, as a strangled moan ripped from his throat as his back arched into a tight bow.

"oh god," he screamed, his legs shaking uncontrollably. "too much! 's too much, I can't—"

"you can," you commanded, your voice deepening. you held the toy steady, watching as his body writhed beneath you. "and you will. you're going to cum for me, yu."

you used your other hand to grip the base of his cock, holding him steady as you dragged the vibrator down his shaft, tracing the thick vein on the underside before circling back to his frenulum. his breaths were in short and sharp pants, his chest heaving.

"yu, look at me," you ordered.

he forced his eyes open, his gaze hazy and tear-filled with pleasure. locking onto yours, and that was all it took. with a loud, broken cry, his orgasm tore through him. thick, white ropes of cum shooting from his cock and painting his stomach in long, messy stripes. you kept the vibrator pressed against his tip, working him through every last spasm until he was a whimpering, oversensitive mess, trying to squirm away from your touch.

you took pity on him and clicked the toy off. the sudden silence was deafening, broken only by his ragged gasps for air. you set the vibrator aside and leaned down to kiss him gently, a soft, comforting contrast to the intense pleasure you'd just given him.

your hand snaking between your bodies to give him a teasing stroke of his cock.

his hips twitched as his hand dropped quickly to pull yours off of him. his face and neck flushed as he shook his head.

"please. no more."

you giggled, nodding your head. "you're so pretty when you cum for me." you whispered, leaning in again to kiss him. feeling addicted to his lips.

his hands moved to rest on your hips, "are you gonna let me see you cum, too, baby?" he asked, his hand already slipping into your pants and tugging on the hem of your panties.

you let him keep his hand there. "I might... " you teased, your tone mocking an undecided one. "but only if you beg for it. I want to see how badly you want me, baby."

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the mattress dips beside you, your boyfriend resting his head in the crook of your neck.

his breathing ragged against your skin as his hands fumbled on your body. they moved from your waist to your chest to your hips. he just wanted to touch you everywhere.

"hey, baby." you brought a hand up to his hair instinctively. gently scratching at his scalp as he sighed shakily.

he hummed back in response, finally setting on your hips. "missed you today..."

he gently turned your body, quietly tucking his knee in between your thighs as he pulled your hips to hump against his leg. a small gasp escaped your lips, your fingers tightening in his hair.

"let me make you feel good, my love." his hands left your hips making your breath hitch as his rough hands slid up your body, pushing the fabric of your shirt with them.

your nipples pebbled from the cool air in the room, watching as gabi didn't even bother to fully take off your shirt. just leaving the fabric bunched at your collarbone.

"so pretty," he breathed, his voice thick with awe and something deeper, something primal. his lips latched onto your breasts, his hand cupping the other with such a desperation that was almost comical coming from a man so strong. his thumbs brushed over your nipple as his tongue swirled around the other, occasionally sucking. the touches were enough to make you arch into him, a soft moan escaping your lips.

a low groan rumbled from his chest. "tell me how it feels." he urged, doing it again, a little firmer this time, watching with rapt attention as your body responded to him. he was finding every spot that made you gasp and shiver.

"so good, gabi." your head dropped as he gave a harsh suck to your nipple. "but I need more, please." your brows furrowed, bottom lip jutting out slightly.

the moment he saw your expression, the raw need in your presence—it was like a switch flipped in his brain. his movements, which had been driven by a frantic need, suddenly became laser-focused. his eyes, dark and hazy with lust, locked onto yours.

"more?" he repeated, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "anything for you, baby."

he didn't give you a second to think before he was moving. his mouth released your breast with a wet pop as he began shifting down the bed, his broad shoulders forcing your thighs wider apart. he settled between your legs, his hot breath ghosting over the thin fabric of your pajama pants, right over the place you needed him most.

he looked up at you from between your legs, his expression so full of adoration and hunger it made you want him more than anything. "wanna taste you here," he murmured, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to your clothed core. the heat of his mouth seeped through the fabric, and you whimpered, your hips lifting off the bed in a silent plea. "can I? please?"

your heart squeezed at his words. your good boyfriend, still asking for your permission before he begins anything. god, you could just eat him up.

you nodded your head at his plea, "'course, baby."

he muttered something under his breath, definitely not english, as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your pants and panties, tugging them down your legs in one swift motion. tossing them aside without a second glance, his eyes fixed on the glistening, wet folds he'd just uncovered.

"fuck," he breathed, the word a reverent prayer. "so pretty. n' it's all for me."

he lowered his head, his tongue delving between your folds with a desperation. his mouth messy as his tongue lapped at your pussy like a man dying of thirst. his nose bumped against your clit as he continued, his tongue pushing inside your entrance.

he moaned against you as if he was receiving the pleasure himself, barely giving himself time to breath as you tugged at his hair.

your back arched off the bed, calling his name out into the otherwise empty apartment. "fuck! gabi! right there, baby, please don't stop." your voice raised in pitch, closing your eyes as you felt yourself get closer to the edge.

your words, your desperate pleas, were the only encouragement he needed. he doubled down, his tongue flattening against your clit to press hard, messy circles into it. the sounds he was making were obscene—wet, hungry groans and whines that vibrated through your entire core. he was lost in it, completely and utterly consumed by the taste of you, and the friction of his own hips grinding desperately into the mattress was a forgotten, instinctual act.

the coil in your stomach finally snapped. your vision went white, a sharp, broken cry tearing from your throat as your orgasm crashed over you. your thighs clamping around his head as your body trembles uncontrollably. wave after wave of pleasure pulsing through you. but he didn't stop. his tongue working you through every last spasm until you were a whimpering, overstimulated mess, pushing weakly at his head.

suddenly his whole body stiffened, and a choked moan escaped his lips against your cunt. his eyes shut as his hips gave a final, sharp jerk against the bed. a dark, wet patch began to spread across the front of his gray sweatpants.

his head rested on your thigh, his heavy breaths landing on your pussy, causing you to shudder. his lips were slick andwollen, his chin shining with your arousal. his eyes glassy and unfocused. he was a panting mess. and for a moment, he just stared at you.

"fuck," he mumbled, dropping his head in shame. you could see the blush begin to creep its way onto his face. "I-I'm sorry, baby... " his voice low as one of his hands went to cover his crotch.

he got so turned on and caught up in pleasing you that he didn't even register his own aching cock about to burst.

you bit your lip as you leaned forward, pulling his hand off of himself.

"don't be." your other hand raised to rub at his biceps. god, you loved them. "it was so hot, gabi." you smirked, leaning in to kiss him. the flavor of you still lingering on his tongue. he whimpered in the kiss, a small smile etching its way onto his face.

"really?"

you nodded your head so fast, leaving no time for him to doubt himself, "really."

You leaned in again, this time pressing a series of soft, reassuring kisses to his cheeks, his nose, and the corner of his mouth. "I love how you just can't control yourself sometimes."

the blush on his face softening from shame to a rosy, post-orgasmic glow. "anything for you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

he shifted, hissing slightly as the fabric of his sweatpants rubbed against his sensitive, spent cock. the dark patch even bigger now.

maki knows that you're a virgin. it was one of the first personal things you told him about yourself.

and you've been together for a few months now. he never asked for anything from you, he never pressured you, and he made sure you knew that he's ready whenever you are.

but you can't help but feel like you were holding your relationship back. you know maki wanted to have sex—every guy did, and with him being an idol, you were sure he needs some way to release all the pent-up stress from his life.

you just can't get out of your own head. you're scared, nervous, unsure—a swirling mess of feelings you wish you could switch off.

but you trust him.

you trust him over anyone else in the whole world to be the one who takes your virginity. and you can't help but get wet at the thought of sex becoming a regular thing between you two.

you just need to ask him first.

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maki arrived at your place after practice exhausted, an hour prior, he sent you a text letting you know he'd stop by.

it’s become a regular part of your schedule now: wanting to look ready every time you’re alone with your boyfriend. you take a shower, shave, moisturize, put on a cute set underneath your clothes in hopes that today you’ll have the courage to initiate something.

you always tell yourself that today is the day you'll ask. today is the day you'll finally make a move.

but today you're serious.

you're serious because you overheard something from maki the other day.

"yuma, don't say that." maki said quietly, glancing over at you who was asleep on the couch beside him.

"it's just a question. i mean the two of you are adorable but you seem too careful with her." he leaned back into the couch as he spoke, running a hand through his hair.

maki mirrored his movements, sighing, "it's not anything bad, it's just..." he bit his lip in thought, searching for the right words. "personal. its something you don't need to know, alright? and im not careful with her. what does that even mean." he muttered the last sentence under his breath.

"she practically eye fucks you every other minute, maki. I bet you're just scared." yuma teased, his arm stretching out to shove maki softly.

maki looked at him in disbelief. "you don't know what you're saying, yuma."

yuma laughs, "what? don't tell me you're afraid you'll finish too fast with her or something."

maki watched you with a soft look, shaking his head. "it has nothing to do with me. If it was up to me, I would've done something a long time ago." he squeezes his eyes shut, a dramatic sigh leaving him. "it goes both ways, yuma."

yuma nodded his head, "yeah, no, you're right." he reached over for the tv remote. "you have talked to her about it though, right? because maybe she wants the first word from you."

maki scratched the top of his head, shaking his head at his member.

yuma's face was one of disbelief and shock. "so you wanna fuck but you don't wanna talk. I don't understand you anymore, bro."

maki rolled his eyes, his finger coming up to him mouth. gesturing for yuma to lower his voice. "she's sleeping right there, dude. lower your voice."

you stopped listening after that, drifting back to sleep on the couch. but the conversation played over and over again in your mind for days after.

you stand anxiously in the kitchen, your mind racing as you stared at the two plates of food you've prepared while maki showered.

what feels like forever while you were alone with your own thoughts comes to an end as you heard his voice.

"are those for us?" he asked, using his head to gesture to the plates. he drops the wet hair towel on a chair before walking over to you. he smells like your citrus body wash and something darker underneath—the faint trace of his cologne and the musk of his skin that you'd know blindfolded.

you nod, smiling at him as he stood in front of you. "I'm starving, babe. you have no idea." he gives you a kiss on the cheek, picking a plate up. "come on, let's go eat."

the two of you dug in as maki told you about his day and how tiring it was.

when he looked up at you, he noticed you'd barely touched your food. his face scrunching softly in concern as he watches you take a few tiny bites, your spoon just pushing the contents around the plate.

"y/n? is everything okay?"

your eyes meet his puzzled ones. "yeah. sorry I was just thinking of something that happened in, um, class the other day."

he nods his head, thankfully buying your white lie.

the next hour continued like this—a blur of him talking and you listening, your heart thumping with a nervous rhythm.

maki has his arm wrapped around you, settling on your hip as you lean into him on the couch. the two of you watch a random youtube video on the television, the flickering light painting his face in shifting blue and shadow, making his features glow under the faint lights.

you grabbed his other hand, placing a soft kiss on his knuckles. "maki..."

he turned his head, his eyebrows knitting together. "yeah?" his eyes never leaving yours.

you slipped out of his hold, moving to straddle his hips, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the warm skin of his neck. your tongue darting out just barely. you'd love to mark him there, wanting to see deep red and purple bruises bloom against his pale skin.

his hands settled on your waist, stretching his neck to give you more room.

"maki, I think... " you pause your movements, chewing on your bottom lip. "i think i'm ready."

his eyes widened, his dark pupils expanding as shock, surprise, and raw excitement warred across his features. "a-are you sure?" he tried to suppress it, not wanting to seem too eager, but the slight tremor in his hands gave him away,

you nodded your head, "I've been thinking about it a lot." you press a kiss to his jaw, moving towards his ear. "i've been thinking about you a lot."

he sucked in a sharp breath, his hands that were on your body fidgeting. he couldn't believe this was happening.

the air around you shifts.

maki manages to calm his brain, gently, he cups your face in his hands, thumbs stroking your cheekbones. he studies you like he’s memorizing the moment. "you’re sure?" he asks again, quieter this time.

"yes," you whisper. "I want you to."

Something in his expression cracks—like his restraint giving way to something hungrier. something deeper. he pushes you gently down against the cushions, climbing over you, staring into your eyes with a heavy look—need, lust, and careful restraint all warring for dominance.

he climbed on top of you, staring into your eyes deeply. a heavy look rested in his eyes, a mixture of need, lust and restraint.

"oh yeah?" his lips hovered over yours as he spoke. "what do you think about when you're alone?"

you gasp, feeling his cold hands slide underneath your shirt, fingers leaving goosebumps in their trail. you can't help but notice the way the veins stood out against his skin, how his own two hands could swallow your waist.

you whimpered when he stopped his hands right under your bra, his hands pushing the shirt up, silently asking you to take it off.

and you do. you hurriedly tugged it off of your body, laying back down on your back as your chest heaved. you felt shy under his gaze, not used to being so exposed to him in such an intimate setting.

but you pushed that side of you away, your hands sliding down to tug off your shorts as well. leaving you in the pretty set you wore just for him.

you took in a deep breath, calming your nerves. "I..." your eyes dart all over his face, trying to read him from the outside. "I always think about the way your hands would feel on me. how you would touch me if I told you that you could."

as you spoke, his hands began crossing your body. going from your waist down to your hips to your legs, a phantom touch left in its wake. the rough calluses on his palms created a delicious friction against your smooth skin.

"mhm, what else, baby."

you closed your eyes, trying your best to gather your thoughts into sentences. but god, was it hard with the affect that his touch had on you.

"the way you'd stretch me out with your fingers before we did anything else," you shut your eyes tightly, chest heaving as you imagined everything.

maki's hands were huge. the amount of times you fantasized about them was shameful. the way they'd look and feel wrapped around your neck, applying just the right amount of pressure as he pounded into with no remorse.

his fingers curled around the fabric of your panties, slowly dragging the thin piece of clothing off your body before discarding it on the floor.

he pressed a kiss against your bare thigh, resting his forehead there for a moment. he needed to recollect himself before he did too much too soon.

"maki..." you mumbled, you felt an unignorable ache in between your legs.

you grabbed his wrist, guiding his hand to nest in between your thighs. your hips bucked up, desperate for some friction.

your grip on him remained tight, pathetic whines and moans leaving you. "please, maki, touch me. do something." your watery eyes stared at him in need.

"fuck," he muttered, his breathing getting heavier as he nodded his head. one of his hands pressed against your thigh, pushing it open for him.

the sight of your glistening folds made his head spin. he couldn't believe he was looking at you so bare and vulnerable for him.

"look at me," he says, voice rough and commanding. "don't close your eyes. I want to see you."

he brought his fingers over to your entrance, swashing them in the warm wetness that flooded out of you.

he really wanted to taste you. but he'd wait for that, he wanted nothing more than to see how you would look, your body shaking and trembling as high pitched moans flew out your pretty mouth. or maybe your moans would be deeper, erupting from your chest as your head was knocked back against the pillows.

his cock ached at the thought.

his lubricated fingers traveled up to your clit, rubbing slow circles on it.

a choked sob escaped your lips, your back arching off the couch as a jolt of pleasure shot through you. his touch confident, deliberate, and each circle he drew on your clit sending another wave of heat through your already burning body.

he watched you, his dark eyes intense and focused, drinking in every twitch of your muscles, every gasp that fell from your mouth.

"maki," you whimpered, your hands fisting in the cushions beside your head. "please…"

your hips twitched, knocking your head back as you whined.

god, he loved hearing you beg for him. his cock jumping at every sound escaping your lips. he could already feel a wet patch on his boxers sticking to the tip of his swollen cock.

your fingers reached down, wrapping around his hand as you pulled them away.

"maki, please." your glossy eyes stared into his. "I need more, I need to feel you."

his breath hitched at your words, his body stilling. he needed to take a second, he had to remind himself to be patient with you. to be gentle. but now he's rethinking if that's what you really want from him.

"okay," he said quietly, "I'll give you more, baby, but I need to open you up a bit more f'me, yeah?"

with a pout, you nodded your head. you felt him shift his weight as one slick finger slowly pressed into your entrance. the stretch a dull pressure that bloomed into a deep, throbbing ache as he worked it deeper, his eyes locked on yours, watching for any sign of discomfort.

"relax for me, pretty," he murmured, his other hand stroking your hip soothingly. "breathe."

you tried, you really did, but it was all overwhelming. his finger inside you moving at a slow, shallow thrusting motion that had your toes curling. he added a second finger, the stretch a pleasurable burn that had your head lolling back when he curled his fingers inside you.

"oh god," you cried out, your body arching onto his. "right there, maki—"

"here?" He did it again, rubbing against that sensitive bundle of nerves with a steady rhythm that had you climbing higher and higher. his thumb found your clit, rubbing in sync with the thrusts of his fingers.

"maki, I'm gonna… I'm gonna cum," you choked out, your eyes rolling back as the coil in your stomach tightened.

"cum for me," he urged, his voice strained. "cum on my fingers. I want to feel it." his voice whispered right beside your ear, his hips just barely rutting against your thigh.

with a loud moan, your orgasm crashed over you, waves of pleasure crashing over you. your inner walls clenching around his fingers as your body trembled uncontrollably as he worked you through it, prolonging the high until you were a whimpering and begging for him to stop.

he slowly withdrew his fingers, and you watched, dazed, as he brought them to his lips, his eyes never leaving yours as he licked them clean.

"you taste so much better than I imagined," he said, his voice husky. he leaned down, capturing your lips in a deep kiss. you moaned against his lips as you could faintly taste yourself on his tongue.

he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. "a-are you still sure you wanna continue?" he asked, his breathing ragged.

you reach between your bodies, palming the hard length of his cock through his sweatpants. he hissed, his hips jerking into your touch as he muttered a curse.

"yes," you whispered, your voice firm. "I'm sure, ki."

he stood up, stripping off his shirt and pants in a few quick movements, and your breath caught at the sight of him. he was all lean muscle and smooth skin, his cock standing at his fullest, a bit dark hair growing at the base. the tip was flushed, already beading with precum. he grabbed a condom from his wallet, rolling it on with practiced ease before settling back between your legs.

he positioned himself at your entrance, his gaze locked with yours. "I'll go slow," he promised, his voice thick with emotion. "I'll do my best, just tell me if you need me to stop."

you nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for another kiss as he slowly began to push inside you. the stretch was more intense this time, a sharp and unpleasant feeling that had you tensing up.

his brows furrowed at the sight of your face, his heart clenching.

"I know, I'm sorry, baby," he murmured against your lips, pausing to let you adjust. "just breathe and relax yourself."

you forced yourself to relax, breathing through the discomfort, and as he began to move again, the pain slowly began to fade, replaced by a deep, full feeling that was strangely pleasurable.

he was watching you so intently, his movements slow and careful, until he was fully sheathed inside you.

"how do you feel?" he asked, his voice gentle as he waited for your response.

your hips twitched on their own accord, causing you to bite back a moan. "it feels way better now." a small smile on your face as he brought your hand to his mouth, placing a small kiss.

he began to move. a slow, shallow rhythm that gradually built itself up. with each thrust, the pleasure intensified, the burning sensation completely gone and replaced by a deep, throbbing ache that had you craving more. you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.

The sounds of you two filled the room—the slap of skin on skin, your breathless moans and his deep groans and curses.

he shifted his angle, his cock brushing against that sensitive spot inside you, and you cried out, your nails digging into his shoulders.

"Right there?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched you lose yourself on the pleasure he was giving you.

you dumbly nodded your head, barely getting words out of your mouth. "yes! yes, fuck, ki, it feels so good."

his hips snapped against yours, the coil in your stomach tightening again, and you could feel your second orgasm building, more inrense than the last.

"baby," you cried out, your head thrown back in ecstasy. "I'm close. im gonna cum again."

"Cum with me, baby," he urged, his voice ragged. "yeah? you gonna cum all around my big cock?"

again you nodded, mind fuzzy as you moaned.

his words sent you over the edge, and with a final thrust, you shattered. your orgasm ripping through you as he followed you over a moment later with a hoarse cry, his body shuddering against yours. his head dropped to your shoulder as he filled the condom with his release.

he collapsed against you, his body heavy and spent, his face still buried in the crook of your neck. you held him close, your bodies slick with sweat and your cum. even your hearts beating in a frantic, synchronized rhythm.

after a long moment, he lifted his head, his eyes soft and full of an emotion that made your chest ache. "I love you," he said, his voice thick with emotion.

you pulled him down for a tender kiss. "I love you too," you whispered against his lips. "thank you for being so patient."

his smile made your heart skip a beat. "Anything for you," he said, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Always."

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