@real.real2665: #fypシ #xyzbca

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POV: when bro tells me not to stop, I stop—just like that. The moment my hands pull away, the air thickens with frustration and desperate need as I watch him bite his lip, jaw clenched, eyes burning with annoyance, hunger, and confusion. He thought telling me to keep going meant I’d obey without question, but I’m not here to obey—I’m here to play. I lean in close, letting my breath ghost over his skin and my fingers barely touch his arm as I murmur, “You really think you get to tell me what to do? You asked me not to stop… so I stopped. What now?” His body stiffens, every muscle taut, begging silently for relief I’m not giving anytime soon. His hands twitch, reaching for me, but I pull back with a smirk and whisper, “Patience. If you want it, earn it.” Then I start again, slow and teasing, fingertips barely grazing his skin like silk, watching his breath hitch, fingers twitch, and eyes flutter closed as frustration builds like a storm. He fights to hold control, but it slips—his breathing ragged, jaw loosening, tension nearly unbearable. Finally, his voice breaks, raw and needy: “Please… don’t stop. Keep going. I can’t… I can’t take it.” I grin, lean in, lips brushing his ear, “That’s what I thought,” and my fingers dive back in, slow and unrelenting, driving him mad. His hands clutch me like I might vanish, body trembling as he unravels—helpless, desperate, and utterly mine. I pull back just enough to tease once more, whispering, “You wanted me to keep going, didn’t you? Well, now you’ve got me. No turning back.” Then I take him further—faster, harder—until he’s lost, a trembling mess of need and pleasure, begging my name like a lifeline. Because when I tease, I don’t stop just because he says so—I stop until he’s begging for more. That’s when the real fun begins.

sorryuuu :

zzechs :

what did i just read

e 📸 :

but then he says the safe word so I actually gotta stop and make sure he's ok with cuddles and kisses bc im a good hb❤️‍🩹

Taz :

someone’s life rn btw

Muzz (matýsek huzz) :

I was deep in it, pace brutal, breaths ragged, when I heard it. That word. His safe word. Everything in me halted instantly. I cupped his face, heart thudding as I leaned in, voice low and steady, “Hey, hey… I’m here. You’re okay.” His eyes were glossy, overwhelmed, but he nodded. I kissed his forehead, pulling him close, wrapping him in warmth and whispers. “You did so good. I’ve got you. Nothing else matters right now.” Pleasure could wait. He came first. Always😅🥰🥰🥰

K :

there's no "P.O.V" in it...

sparky glove glazer :

Fr and then he hesitates for a second—eyes wide, disbelief written all over his face—but damn if curiosity didn’t win out. Now he’s lying there, legs trembling, trying to catch his breath while I’m the one smirking like the devil made flesh. His voice is all broken whispers and half-begged “bro, what the hell was that?” while I’m already reaching for round two, cocky as ever, knowing full well he’ll let me. He says it’s a “one-time thing.” He said that last time too. Now he’s avoiding my eyes, cheeks red like I didn’t just ruin his whole worldview, but I can feel it in the way he twitches when I lean closer, the way his breath hitches when my fingers graze his waist again. “I thought you wanted to practice, bro,” I murmur, words laced with mock innocence. His jaw tightens—he hates how much he doesn’t hate this. “Last time,” he mutters, voice shaky, conviction gone. But he’s already spreading his legs without realizing it, and I’m already planning how badly I’m gonna fail this pullout test again.

HamOffaNyc :

Austin :

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6 :

bottom 5 tiktok’s oat 💔

not.uzi :

live love laugh Ivantill :

one of you ain't lying💔💔

Uhh :

POV: When his eyes pleaded for a release, I held it. Just like that. The moment my gaze locked on his, the air crackled with desperate anticipation, his pupils dilated as he watched my hand pause, inches from what he craved. He thought the unspoken need in his stare meant I’d instantly give in, but I’m not here for easy victories—I’m here to redefine desire. I leaned in, letting the scent of my skin fill his senses, my fingers just brushing his jawline as I murmured, “You really think begging with your eyes will work on me? You asked for this… but I’m not done playing. What now?” His throat worked, a silent plea, every breath catching, yearning for the touch I withheld. His body tensed, leaning into the space I created, but I pulled back, a slow smile spreading. “Patience, love. The best pleasures are earned.” Then I moved again, slow and deliberate, my gaze tracing the line of his throat, watching his breath hitch, his lips part, and his eyes flutter closed as the tension mounted like a storm. He fought for composure, but it frayed—his breathing ragged, control slipping, the hunger nearly unbearable. Finally, his voice broke, a raw whisper: “Please… don’t torment me. Give in. I can’t… I can’t stand it.” I chuckled, leaning closer, lips brushing his temple, “That’s what I thought,” and my touch finally connected, deliberate and electrifying, driving him wild. His hands sought mine like a desperate prayer, his body trembling as he unraveled—helpless, consumed, and utterly mine. I paused just enough to tease once more, murmuring against his ear, “You wanted me to push you, didn’t you? Well, now you’ve got me. No turning back.” Then I led him further—deeper, faster—until he was lost, a trembling mess of exquisite need and pleasure, whispering my name like a prayer. Because when I tease, I don’t stop just because he asks—I stop until he’s begging for release. That’s when the real fun begins.

Kimchi 🇳🇬🥬 :

someone here is not joking 😭

︎︎︎ᖭི༏ᖫྀ :

I don't think it's a joke anymore..

max :

️ :

wait something is off💔🥀

Fin :

When bro starts whimpering a bit too much and lowk tearing up so ik he’s overstimulated, so I wipe his tears away, slow down till he starts begging and give him a peck on the forehead. After he begs I lowk use all 10 fingers because the sounds he makes are like music to my ears so I get his permission to record so I can use his voice to create a playlist 😼

kj :

nandaa! ♾️ :

this is why i learned english 🔥

zaydnsboyfriend :

one of y'all ain't joking