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Aight so my drunk ass last night write this and it's corny as hell but I'm still posting cuz why not. Happy soonhoon, jagiya-land.

[shit this is red too]

The two boys had approached you at a bar. Not to be judgemental but you could tell they were a couple. The tall blonde introduced them two. Flirted with you. The shorter one stayed close by, smirking, buying you drinks. Having two gay men swoon over you was not on your bingo list for tonight but we'll you weren't hating it. The shortie asked you, "are you open minded enough?" One thing led to the other and soon you were in a slick black SUV getting driven to a nearby hotel.

The raven head kept eye fucking you through the rear view mirror whole the blondie kissed you in the backseat. Y'all pushed thru the reception and into a room. The blonde was impatient tugging at your clothes. The other calmer holding back his boyfriend. Finally he kissed you. Slower, more sensual, more dirty. Spit and tongue everywhere.

Soon you were on the bed, naked, sitting between the black hair one, back-to-chest, his thighs engulfing yours while the blond was between your legs devouring you like the last supper.

"she taste good, soonie?"

"mmhn, so sweet, uji-ya."

"her tits are super good too," the raven said playing with your boobs. "Cum on his face"

And you did, with a broken cry, your weight falling backwards on the smooth fair chest behind you as the men giggled.

"already this tired? We haven't even fucked you yet baby."

You were given a few minutes break as the two men got on with putting on condoms. Kissing each other in ways that was already making you wet again. You'd really thought the shorter one was the top from all that energy but that thought flew out of the window as you saw him getting his ass lubed up. He climbed on top of you, pulling your legs in air till your knees rested over his shoulders.

"ready, baby?" He asks lining himself to you waiting for your reply. You barely manage a broken whine and he takes that sign to enter. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head with the stretch he gave you. Behind him his boyfriend lines up to him. Second blow came even harder when the blond penetrated him and him you. That's how it went.

"shit, she's really tight."

"ngh, so are you."

You werent sure who's hands went where but you had two hands playing with your tits while another one rubbed your clit as you got fucked to bliss.

"I think I'm gonna cum."

"me too, baby."

"me three?"

The two boys soon fall on either sides in your with a sigh and a thump.

"I swear to god soonyoung never say corny shit like that when you're in my ass. Again."

"ignore him, he's having post-orgasmic crisis or something like that."

"do you wanna be hit!?"

"you won't. You think I'm cute." The blonde grins as he cuddles up your side grinning.

The other one huffs and rolls his eyes. "Goddamn right, you're cute." He mutters under his breath making you giggle as he cuddles up your other side.

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Trying to baby seventeen members feels so weird now like wdym my pookie dookies sweetie fluffy cinnamon pie cream roll biscuit strawberry jam cookies are entering their 30s from this year

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If I were to start a kofi/patreon would y'all actually pay me to write your horny desires

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The moment his mouth is on you, it’s like every ounce of restraint he’s ever had vanishes. He’s relentless, almost feral, devouring you with a desperation that’s nothing short of primal. The wet, filthy sounds of his tongue and lips slurping, sucking, and kissing are shameless, echoing in the room, mixing with your breathy moans. He doesn’t care how obscene it is—if anything, the noise spurs him on. His groans are low and guttural, vibrating against your core as if you’re the one touching him, as if the mere act of tasting you is wrecking him from the inside out. “god, you taste so fucking good,” he rasps against your slick skin, his voice muffled but dripping with hunger, his hands gripping your thighs tightly to keep you spread wide for him. The way his tongue works your clit, flicking and swirling with unrelenting fervor, makes your entire body shake, and when he sucks on it with a bruising intensity, you feel like you might unravel completely. “You taste so fucking good,” he groans, the vibration of his voice sending electric shocks up your spine as your hips grind against his eager mouth. He doesn’t just want to pleasure you—he wants to consume you, devour every reaction, every moan, every shuddering breath. When your fingers tangle in his hair and you pull, your thighs trembling around his head, his deep, guttural moan pushes you over the edge, and even then, he doesn’t stop. His lips and tongue work you through the aftershocks, utterly addicted to the way you fall apart beneath him.

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In between them 100% raw both ends

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Today was the day I got to know that vernon ft a charli xcx song

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winter warmings (part 1 - woozi drabble series)

tw - con somno

The chill of winter mornings was something you’d once dreaded—until Jihoon. Now, you found yourself eagerly awaiting the crisp air and frosty windows, for winter brought with it certain… privileges.

You stirred faintly in bed, still cocooned in the comforting warmth of the thick blankets. The room beyond your sanctuary was undoubtedly freezing, but you hardly noticed it anymore. You were too used to waking up to something much more distracting. Your eyes remained closed, your body half-lost in the haze of sleep, but there it was—that familiar sensation that sent tingles dancing up your spine. A soft, wet warmth teasing between your thighs.

Your breath hitched as you became more aware of the gentle, deliberate movements under the blanket. Jihoon’s mouth—hot, eager, and relentless—was already buried between your legs, his tongue lapping at your cunt with the kind of devotion that made you weak every time. It was slow at first, calculated, as though he wanted to give you a moment to catch up to what was happening, to wake up just enough to savor it.

You let out a small moan, your hips shifting instinctively toward his mouth, but Jihoon didn’t stop. He never did. His hands gripped your thighs firmly, holding you open for him as his tongue worked deeper, drawing circles and flicks that had you gasping and clenching the sheets in your fists.

“Jihoon,” you murmured, your voice husky and laced with sleep as your hand slid under the blanket, your fingers tangling in his hair. You weren’t scolding him—far from it. If anything, you sounded grateful.

He hummed against you, the vibrations sending sparks shooting through your core. Slowly, he pulled back, just enough to speak, his lips brushing your sensitive skin as he whispered with that maddening calmness, “My tongue felt cold.”

You laughed breathlessly, though the sound was cut off by a sharp gasp as his mouth returned to its work without hesitation. His excuse was so utterly Jihoon—blunt, confident, and laced with just enough teasing to make you melt. It wasn’t the first time he’d used it, and you doubted it would be the last.

“You—” you tried to say, but your words dissolved into a moan as his tongue found that perfect spot, before his lips sealed around your clitoris to suck gently. He always knew exactly what to do, exactly how to unravel you, and winter mornings had become his favorite time to remind you of that.

Jihoon’s pace quickened as your body responded, your thighs trembling slightly under his hold. He could feel it—the way you were completely at his mercy now—and it only seemed to spur him on. You tugged at his hair, your breaths coming faster, and he groaned softly against you, his tongue and lips working in tandem to drive you to the edge.

The orgasm crept up on you like the morning light filtering through the curtains, sudden and all-encompassing. Your back arched, your hips bucked against his mouth, and you cried out his name, the sound echoing in the quiet room. Jihoon didn’t stop, his movements slowing only once he was sure he’d wrung every last wave of pleasure from you.

He finally emerged from under the blanket, his hair mussed and his lips glistening as he licked your juices off his lips. The smug, satisfied grin on his face made your heart flutter—and maybe your irritation spark just a little.

“Cold tongue, huh?” you teased, your voice still shaky as you tried to catch your breath.

Jihoon smirked, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “It worked, didn’t it?” he said simply, as though he’d just made the most logical argument in the world.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “You’re impossible,” you muttered, pulling him down beside you under the blanket. He let you wrap yourself around him, your legs tangling together as his body heat seeped into yours.

“And you love it,” he replied, his voice soft, almost smug, as his arms encircled your waist.

You didn’t bother denying it. After all, it was true—winter mornings had never been better.

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cherry desserts taste too sweet (part 2 - woozi drabble series)

tw - nipple piercings, cumming untouched

Jihoon stood before you, shirtless, his cheeks a fiery pink as your gaze locked on the newly adorned silver bars piercing his already sensitive nipples. He fidgeted under your scrutiny, his arms twitching as if he wanted to cover himself but couldn’t quite bring himself to do it.

“You’ve been staring for five minutes,” he muttered, his voice soft and unsure.

“Can you blame me?” you replied, stepping closer, eyes locked on his chest. “You got your nipples pierced, Jihoon. Did you really think I wouldn’t be obsessed?”

“I-I didn’t think it’d get this much attention…” he admitted, voice trailing off as you reached up to gently trace the outline of his pecs, careful not to touch the fresh piercings directly. you gently push him on the bed.

“They look incredible,” you murmured, your breath brushing over his chest. “And they make you look so…” You trailed off, smirking up at him. “Irresistible.”

He barely had a chance to protest before your lips descended on his skin, pressing gentle, teasing kisses around the silver bars. Jihoon’s sharp intake of breath told you everything you needed to know—he was as sensitive as you’d hoped.

“Wait,” he whispered, his hands coming up to grasp your shoulders. “They’re still—ah!—s-sensitive…”

“That’s the point,” you said, your voice a mixture of teasing and affection. Your tongue darted out, flicking lightly against one of the silver bars, and Jihoon’s whole body jolted as if electricity had shot through him.

“Oh my God,” he gasped, his head tilting back, exposing the curve of his neck as he clutched at the sheets beneath him.

You hummed in satisfaction, lavishing attention on his chest, alternating between the left and right piercings, careful but persistent. Jihoon’s reactions were intoxicating—the way his breath hitched, the way his thighs clenched as if trying to ground himself, the way his lips parted to let out a string of soft, helpless moans.

When your lips closed around one of the bars and you sucked gently, Jihoon’s entire body tensed. His hips lifted slightly off the bed, and his hands gripped the sheets so tightly his knuckles turned white.

“Y-you’re gonna make me—” he stammered, but the words caught in his throat as a low, shaky whine escaped his lips instead. His eyes widened, and his face burned bright red as his hips jerked uncontrollably.

Your movements stilled as you looked up at him, realization dawning. “Jihoon…” you started, watching the way his chest heaved and his body trembled.

His lips trembled as he avoided your gaze, mortified. “I—I just…”

“Did you…?” you asked, a grin creeping across your face.

Jihoon groaned, covering his face with his hands as his entire body flushed crimson. “I can’t believe I just came from that,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by his hands.

“Untouched?” you teased, leaning up to gently pull his hands away from his face. “Jihoon, that’s so hot.”

He shook his head, mortified. “It’s so embarrassing!”

“No, it’s not,” you insisted, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before trailing your lips back down to his neck. “It’s adorable. And really, really sexy.”

Jihoon’s protests faded into soft whimpers as you resumed your ministrations, your lips brushing over the flushed, marked skin of his pecs. He might have been embarrassed, but judging by the way his body reacted to your touch, you could tell he didn’t want you to stop.

And you didn’t. You were far too obsessed with the idea of seeing how far you could push him—and just how many times you could make him fall apart without ever needing to touch him anywhere else.

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cherry desserts taste too sweet (part 2 - woozi drabble series)

tw - nipple piercings, cumming untouched

Jihoon stood before you, shirtless, his cheeks a fiery pink as your gaze locked on the newly adorned silver bars piercing his already sensitive nipples. He fidgeted under your scrutiny, his arms twitching as if he wanted to cover himself but couldn’t quite bring himself to do it.

“You’ve been staring for five minutes,” he muttered, his voice soft and unsure.

“Can you blame me?” you replied, stepping closer, eyes locked on his chest. “You got your nipples pierced, Jihoon. Did you really think I wouldn’t be obsessed?”

“I-I didn’t think it’d get this much attention…” he admitted, voice trailing off as you reached up to gently trace the outline of his pecs, careful not to touch the fresh piercings directly. you gently push him on the bed.

“They look incredible,” you murmured, your breath brushing over his chest. “And they make you look so…” You trailed off, smirking up at him. “Irresistible.”

He barely had a chance to protest before your lips descended on his skin, pressing gentle, teasing kisses around the silver bars. Jihoon’s sharp intake of breath told you everything you needed to know—he was as sensitive as you’d hoped.

“Wait,” he whispered, his hands coming up to grasp your shoulders. “They’re still—ah!—s-sensitive…”

“That’s the point,” you said, your voice a mixture of teasing and affection. Your tongue darted out, flicking lightly against one of the silver bars, and Jihoon’s whole body jolted as if electricity had shot through him.

“Oh my God,” he gasped, his head tilting back, exposing the curve of his neck as he clutched at the sheets beneath him.

You hummed in satisfaction, lavishing attention on his chest, alternating between the left and right piercings, careful but persistent. Jihoon’s reactions were intoxicating—the way his breath hitched, the way his thighs clenched as if trying to ground himself, the way his lips parted to let out a string of soft, helpless moans.

When your lips closed around one of the bars and you sucked gently, Jihoon’s entire body tensed. His hips lifted slightly off the bed, and his hands gripped the sheets so tightly his knuckles turned white.

“Y-you’re gonna make me—” he stammered, but the words caught in his throat as a low, shaky whine escaped his lips instead. His eyes widened, and his face burned bright red as his hips jerked uncontrollably.

Your movements stilled as you looked up at him, realization dawning. “Jihoon…” you started, watching the way his chest heaved and his body trembled.

His lips trembled as he avoided your gaze, mortified. “I—I just…”

“Did you…?” you asked, a grin creeping across your face.

Jihoon groaned, covering his face with his hands as his entire body flushed crimson. “I can’t believe I just came from that,” he mumbled, his voice muffled by his hands.

“Untouched?” you teased, leaning up to gently pull his hands away from his face. “Jihoon, that’s so hot.”

He shook his head, mortified. “It’s so embarrassing!”

“No, it’s not,” you insisted, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before trailing your lips back down to his neck. “It’s adorable. And really, really sexy.”

Jihoon’s protests faded into soft whimpers as you resumed your ministrations, your lips brushing over the flushed, marked skin of his pecs. He might have been embarrassed, but judging by the way his body reacted to your touch, you could tell he didn’t want you to stop.

And you didn’t. You were far too obsessed with the idea of seeing how far you could push him—and just how many times you could make him fall apart without ever needing to touch him anywhere else.

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He enjoys undressing you after date nights. It's not rushed. He pushes your hair to the side, kissing the back of your neck as he unhooks your diamond necklace and keeps it on the bed side. Murmurs something along the lines of you're so pretty. Unzips your dress. Pushing the straps of your dress to the side to kiss your shoulders. Pushing the top half of the dress so he can hold your bare tits. Kisses your spine as he moves down, hands lingering on your tummy and waist. Your dress drops down. He's not in hurry to get your panties off. Wants to have a moment with you, kiss your lips and mark your neck before he goes down on you. Gently pulls your lace panties down your thighs using his teeth only. Carassed your ankles as he lands kisses on your thighs.

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I just really love you

tw : toxic, face-slapping, mentioned blood, hint of illegal activities.

He comes home late. Again. Blood on his shirt, probably not his. He's not drunk nor high. But he reeks of alcohol and cocaine. He slams the door uncaringly behind him.

You watch him with eyes furrowed. You'd been waiting for him for so long. He doesn't even look at you twice as he strips off his dirty shirt and sprawls on the couch, a cigerette in his mouth. You're by his side like a pathetic servent already, on your knees, taking off his shoes for him, head ducked. "You're late," you say slowly

He exhaled a steam of smoke on your face, "and?"

You keep looking down, not complaining about the smoke. If it's him who give, you'd drink poison. You love him, after all. "I got worried. Are you okay?"

"hm." He murmurs dismissively.

He never tells you where he goes. What he does. Where the blood comes from. Why he has a unregistered gun in your closet. You're not innocent, you know whatever he's doing isn't lawful. But you never ask him too much or he'll get angry.

You see his scratched knuckles, dried with his blood and dust. You try to take his hand to see closer but he swats you away.

"tch, what are you doing?"

"you're... You're hurt. I just-"

"I'm fine." More smoke comes on your face making you cough. "You need to stop clinging me like a pathetic stray dog, you know."

His words sting. Is that all your care means to him. You suck your head down again. "I just... I love you, really." You say.

He chuckles dryly. "Cute," he murmurs. He looks away from you, out of the windows at the city lights. Keeps staring till his cigerette finishes.

"fetch me another one,"

You look up at him with concern. "So much cigerette is not good for you," you say, still lighting up another cigerette and placing it between his lips. "I get worried, jeong-"

"you talk too much, you know," he says with a huffed chuckle. "If you're gonna stay here, put that mouth tu a better use than talking."

He spreads his legs wide. Pulls you by hair till you're between his knees. The sting feels almost tho good. You are obedient - that's what he loves about you. That's probably the only thing he loves about you.

You lower his waist band and boxers, taking out his cock and stroking it at first. You lick along the length. Kissing along the veins. He gets completely hard by then. He's leaned back, eyes closed, the cigerette smoke leaving his lips as you keep working on him, sucking his tip softly.

Smack.

His hand lands on your cheek mercilessly. "Suck it properly, will you?"

Tears sting your eyes. But you love his hit too. Maybe you love him a little too much. That's why you take everything he gives, good or bad.

You take his length in your mouth, pushing back your gag reflex and bobbing your head on his cock. He combs his fingers thru your hair before healing a bunch of it tightly. Speeding you up by his hand. You love it, still. You love him.

He cums in your mouth without any warning. You cough but don't spit out any of his cum

His gets up, pulling up his pants and walks away to the bedroom without acknowledging you. You sit there like a fool with tears in your eyes, smile on your lips.

You just really love him. You can't help it. Even if he is like this, you love him. Even if he keeps hurting you, you love him. You just love him.

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Dk if you can tell but this is wonu when I *****, ***** and ******* him 😋😋🥰🥰🫶🏻🫶🏻

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Period cravings

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Something witchcraft cooking in the olie kitchen ☝🏻😋🧑🏻‍🍳💪🏻

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Early enough to get shocked gasped at how low the notes were then realised it just been 4 mins

Hi! How are you? This is my first request ever on this app... First of all, i have to say that you're my absolute favorite writer here! Kudos to you, really. Second of all, can i request for a dom hao where he says: "beg me.. beg me cutely" i can't stop thinking about when he said that on a fancall one day... well.. that's it. Thanks in advanced.

dom!minghao asking you to beg him cutely

a/n: your first ask? welcome anon!! thank you for all the love <333 and UGH minghao its such a tease!!! i rushed to see this fancall and left speechless

WARNINGS: smut, pillow/hand riding, begging, penetrative sex, dirty talk, slight humilliation kink

your breath is uneven, shaky gasps leaving your lips as you grind against minghao’s palm, which is pressed firm between you and the pillow. the friction is maddening—his fingers raise just slightly sometimes, just to brush your swollen clit. but it’s not enough. not nearly enough. your thighs are trembling, muscles aching from the effort of riding his hand for what feels like an eternity.

“hao,” you whimper, your voice breaking on his name.

he tilts his head, looking at you with that maddeningly calm expression, like this isn’t driving you out of your mind. “what is it, baby?”

“please,” you beg, trying to lean into him, your hands reaching for his shoulders, his neck—anything to ground yourself.

but minghao dodges your touch, effortlessly leaning back and away from your grasp, his hand never faltering in its rhythm. “ah, ah,” he chides softly, a teasing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “no shortcuts. keep going.”

you groan in frustration, your hips stuttering as you try to push harder against his palm, desperate for relief. “please, hao, i—i can’t—”

“you can,” he interrupts, his tone firm but not unkind. “you’re doing so well. don’t stop now.”

you bite your lip, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes from the sheer intensity of it all. the pillow beneath you is damp, your arousal soaking through the fabric, and your body feels like it’s on the verge of breaking apart. “hao, please, i need—i need your cock. please.”

he raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed with your plea. “that’s not how you ask, is it?”

you shake your head, a frustrated sob slipping from your lips. “hao, i can’t—my legs—please, please just—”

“no,” he says simply, his voice steady and commanding. “if you want it, you know what to do.”

you whimper, your movements growing erratic as you try to find the right angle, the right pressure, anything to make you finally cum. your hands clench into fists, your nails digging into the pillow beneath you.

“beg me,” minghao says,. his free hand reaches out, brushing a strand of hair from your face with almost agonizing tenderness. “but beg me cutely, and maybe i’ll think about it.”

your cheeks flush, the humiliation of his demand only heightening the tension coiling in your core. you look up at him, your eyes wide and pleading, your lips trembling as you force the words out.

“please, hao,” you whisper, your voice trembling. “please, i need you. i need you so bad. i’ll be good, i promise—just please.”

he hums thoughtfully, his fingers pressing just a little harder against your clit, drawing a sharp cry from your lips. “hmm. better. but i know you can do cuter than that.”

your pride wars with your desperation, but in the end, it’s no contest. “please, hao,” you whimper, your voice high and breathy, your body trembling from the effort. “please, i’ll be so good for you. i’ll do anything you want. just—just give it to me. please.”

his smirk deepens, satisfaction flickering in his dark eyes. “good girl,” he murmurs, his hand finally leaving the pillow to guide you closer. “see? i knew you had it in you.”

minghao’s eyes darken as he lines himself up, the head of his cock brushing against your soaked folds, teasing and infuriatingly slow. “so desperate for me. i should’ve made you beg longer.”

you don’t even have it in you to respond. your body is trembling, your thighs twitching as you try to push yourself back onto him, but his hands grip your hips firmly, keeping you still.

“patience,” he says, but the smirk on his lips tells you he’s enjoying every second of your torment.

finally, finally, he pushes in, stretching you so perfectly that your back arches off the pillow beneath you. you let out a loud, husky moan, your hands scrambling to grip onto something—his arms, the sheets, anything to keep yourself grounded as he sinks deeper. “fuck, fuck, fuck” you gasp through gritted teeth, your chest heaving. the burn is intense, your body adjusting to the intrusion, but it’s exactly what you’ve been craving.

minghao doesn’t give you much time to recover. he sets a pace that’s just on the edge of too much, his hips snapping against yours and it has your eyes rolling back almost instantly. “you’re such a mess,” he mutters, one hand moving to grip your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. “so needy. you couldn’t even wait, could you? had to have me right now.”

his words send a shiver down your spine, and you moan, your voice breaking as your hips start to move on their own, meeting his thrusts halfway. your movements are frantic, desperate, like you’re in heat and he’s the only thing that can cool the fire burning inside you. “hao,” you whimper, your hands clawing at his back, leaving red trails down his skin. “please, don’t stop—don’t stop, don’t—”

“wasn’t planning to,” he cuts you off, his voice strained. the effort it takes to keep his composure is written all over his face, beads of sweat forming at his temples, his brows furrowed in concentration.

you feel like you’re losing control, your hips bucking wildly against his as your lungs burn, each breath a struggle to catch. every thrust pushes you closer to the edge, the sound of skin against skin mixing with the wet, obscene noises of him filling you.

“so greedy. can’t get enough, hmm?”

you nod frantically, unable to form a coherent response as your nails dig into his arms, holding onto him like a lifeline.

he leans down, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks. “you feel so good, baby,” he whispers, his voice trembling with restraint. “so tight, so perfect. you’re gonna cum for me?”

you moan in response, your walls clenching around him as your body spirals closer and closer to release. your head falls back, your mouth open in a silent scream as you lose yourself completely, your hips moving without rhythm, chasing that high. minghao’s grip tightens on your hips, holding you steady as he thrusts even deeper, hitting that perfect spot that has you seeing fireworks exploding behind your eyelids. he groans, his pace faltering as he chases his own orgasm. “cum for me, baby. let me feel you.”

your vision blurs, your ears ringing as waves of pleasure crash over you, leaving you breathless and boneless beneath him. minghao follows soon after, a low groan escaping his lips as he thrusts one last time, his release spilling inside you.

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Also pinterest decide to put this junhui back on my homepage and in celebration of junhui coming back do I do tutor junhui or corporate junhui

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He's big and scary. If you mess with him he'll shave off your eyebrows