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White Christmas- Dieter Bravo x f!reader- a 12 Days of Pedro Story
Main Masterlist | Dieter Bravo Masterlist | 12 Days of Pedro Masterlist
Prompt: holiday getaway
Summary: You and Dieter decide to escape the push and pull of your families for the holiday.
Rating: E for EXPLICIT MDNI 18+
Word Count: 4.3k
Author's Note: this is my contribution to @hellishjoel 12 Days of Pedro!
I love this little trash panda and I am always itching to write more for him. shoutout to @wannab-urs and @catchallfangirl for beta reading for me! i love you both so much!
Warnings: oral sex f receiving, unprotected PIV, tummy riding, cumshot, cum eating, inappropriate use of a santa hat, bad family dynamics, face sitting, reader is comfortable wearing lingerie but is otherwise undescribed. I think that's everything. please let me know if I missed something and I will gladly add it!
Immersability: reader is able-bodied
“Goddamnit!” Dieter exclaims when his phone lights up, for what feels like the hundredth time today.
“Your mom again?” you ask. He snorts out a response just as his phone begins to ring again. He tosses the phone over his shoulder, not bothering to see where it lands. He presses the heel of his palms into his eyes and rubs them back and forth, letting out a deep, weary sigh.
“She just won’t fucking give up.” he groans. His mother had been calling non-stop for the last week. Wanting Dieter to come home for the holidays, for some reason. She had never been very interested in Dieter’s life. She had dropped him off at his grandmother’s house for a girls night out when he was six and hadn’t returned for seven years. By the time she came back, Dieter was in seventh grade, a foot taller and barely remembered her. She also had two kids in tow. She was home for a year that time, her longest stretch, before she inevitably left again. She tried to slide back into the role of mother as if she hadn’t pretended he didn’t exist for more than half of his life. She pretended to take an interest in his schooling, especially once she met the father of Dieter’s best friend. The part that hurt the most, though, was when she left again, she took his brother and sister with her, leaving Dieter with his abuelita once again.
That woman had never had a kind word to say to Dieter in the eight years you’ve been together. According to him, she hadn’t said many before then, either. When Dieter moved to New York to pursue a career in theater, she told him not to get his hopes up. “Only the really special ones make it in that business, baby.” she said, patting his cheek condescendingly. When Abuelita died, she didn’t have a will, so Sofia got the house and Dieter got a warning that he wouldn’t be able to come running home with his tail tucked between his legs if his “little adventure” didn’t work out. It only got worse when he decided to move out to Los Angeles to pursue acting. She’s never believed in him, not for a second of his life. “You’re just like your father. Full of these hopes and dreams that’ll never amount to anything.” she had scoffed. Not that Dieter would know, he’d never met his father. He wasn’t listed on his birth certificate and Sofia only ever referred to him as “that man.” Of course, once Dieter’s career started taking off and his movies started generating buzz, she suddenly became a lot more interested in her son’s life again.
She’s on her fourth or fifth husband these days, neither of you can ever remember. Her collection of various children who don’t know their eldest sibling, have no problem coming to him with their hands out, a trait they learned from their mother. He always gives in, because the alternative is having to listen to endless lectures about how ungrateful he is, and how much he “owes her for raising him.” That’s the only reason she wants him to come, really. So that he can lavish them with expensive gifts. The only reason Dieter even bothers to indulge every few years is because he is fiercely devoted to his nieces and nephews. The kids love to climb in his lap and wrestle on the ground. He plays football on the yard with the boys, and princesses with the girls. Whenever he comes home from a visit you can be sure it will be with a new manicure. He still sends gifts to the kids even when he doesn’t go home. This year, everyone is getting a new iPad.
Not that your family is any less dysfunctional or treats you any better. Nice, boring house in a nice, boring suburb. Obligatory white picket and three-a-day Xanax addiction included. Your parents’ barely concealed disdain for each other and resentment towards the children who prevented them from living their dreams, didn’t stop them from pressuring you to join them for every family function. They have to keep up the perfect, All-American family image. The guilt-trip phone calls every holiday were even worse if you decided to spend the previous holiday with Dieter’s family. She’s been hounding you this week as well, wondering what the neighbors will think when they notice that another year has gone by without an appearance from yours truly. It always causes tension between you and Dieter, too. Neither of you wanting to put up with your families, but also not exactly thrilled to put up with the other’s family either. You don’t even bother to decorate the house for the season anymore. The push and pull from your respective families all but guaranteeing that neither of you will be home to enjoy it.
When Dieter’s ringtone starts playing again, this time from the kitchen floor, you pick it up and take a look at the broken screen. Sofia, again. You roll your eyes and silence the call. You power it off and shove it into your pocket and walk to where Dieter stands leaning forward, his hands braced on the counter. You stand behind him and rest your head on his bare back, between his broad shoulders. You snake your hands under his arms and up his chest. You grip his pecs and press a soft kiss to his skin, between his shoulder blades. He shivers under your touch but you can feel the tension start to ease from his body.
An idea strikes you then. “Hey, Dee. I have an idea, baby.” He reaches up and rests his hands over your own.
“I’ve got a few ideas of my own, sweetheart.” You don’t need to see his face to see the lopsided smirk his mouth is turned up in, or the mischief glinting in his eyes.
“Not that, cabron ” you chuckle, planting another kiss to his skin. He releases your hands and turns to face you.
“What’s your big idea, baby?” he asks. He caresses your cheek with his thumb, his other fingers rest under your jaw, reaching towards the back of your neck.
“Let’s just get out of here. Let’s forget all the family drama and take a vacation.” He tilts his head at the suggestion and you can see his tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he mulls over the suggestion.
“Sounds like a plan. I just have one requirement.” You cock your eyebrow curiously.
“What’s that?” you ask.
“I want to go somewhere warm. Somewhere you can wear that teeny bikini I bought you this summer.”
After much deliberation, you and Dieter ended up choosing Barbados for your Destination Christmas. Three thousand hours of sunshine annually, and thousands of miles away from either of your families. You decide two weeks should be long enough for the heat to die down. Why some people lose their minds around the holidays, you’ll never understand. You decide to do some pre vacation shopping, even though you don’t subscribe to the Norman Rockwell version of Christmas, you still live in America. The consumerism and materialism capital of the world. So you still need to find a present for Dee. But what do you buy for the man who can afford anything he wants? The man whose lack of impulse control ensures that he does? Something in the window of a store catches your eye and you step into the boutique. Twenty minutes and one swipe of Dee’s credit card later, you and your little black bag head for the record store. You find the perfect gift for him there. A vintage t-shirt of one of his favorite bands, The Replacements. From their 1990 tour at the Palladium, right before Paul Westerberg left the band for good.
Thankfully you get home from your shopping trip before Dee gets home from his. You take the time to carefully wrap the shirt and stuff it to the bottom of your suitcase, next to your other purchase. You quickly shove your clothes on top, hiding the surprises, just as you hear Dee come in the front door. When he appears in the bedroom he walks straight to your dresser and opens the top drawer. You huff out a laugh when he dangles the tiny black triangles connected by thin string in front of your face.
“You forgot something, baby.” he says with a sly smile. You snatch the bikini from his grasp and drop it on top of the rest of your clothes.
“You should really start packing, Dee. Our flight is early.” you tell him. He lands a swat on your ass before he walks to the closet and digs out his own suitcase.
He groans in your ear when the alarm goes off at 3:30 the next morning, his naked body pressed against yours. “Why did you have to book such an early flight, my love?” He tightens his arms around you when you move to rise from the bed.
“Dee, we have to go!” you squeal with laughter as he gently kisses the back of your neck. “Our flight is at 6:00. There’s a six hour layover in New York. Come on, lazy bones, get up.” you try once more to wrench yourself free from his grasp, but he just holds you even tighter.
“Gimme a kiss, first.” he whines. You turn in his arms and slot your lips between his. He slides his tongue into your mouth and you can feel his cock twitch against your bare thigh. You feel the heat emanating from your core at the mere thought of him sliding it inside of you. Lazy, sleepy morning sex is a fan favorite in your house. But you have a flight to catch.
“Come on, big boy. There’ll be plenty of time for all this once we get to the resort.��� you assure him. You give him a smack on the ass and push him out of the bed.
Fifteen hours and two flights later, you finally arrive in Bridgetown. It’s the middle of the night so you have no trouble getting a taxi. They are all parked in a line outside the terminal. Dee falls asleep on the twenty minute ride to the resort, but you stay awake, watching the ocean whiz by. The salt from the sea permeates the air, even through the windows of the taxi. Even in your exhausted state, you already feel all the stress from the holiday season sleeping away from you. All the pressure to be with people you don’t really like, who don’t really like you. Just you and your guy, on a beach for two weeks. Toes in the sand, drinks in your hand. Nothing to worry about except what restaurant to go to, what shop to hit up. You gently nudge Dieter awake when you arrive at the resort. The taxi driver brings all of your bags into the lobby of the hotel and Dieter pulls a hundred dollar bill out of his wallet.
“Thanks, man. Drive safe.” he says to the man, still wiping the sleep from his eyes. You’d think for someone who travels so often he’d be more used to this. Sometimes, he reminds you of a fully grown toddler. While you give the man at the desk all of your check in information, a bellhop loads all of your luggage onto a gold rolling cart. And by ‘all of your luggage’ you mean your one suitcase and carry on, and Dieter’s three suitcases and two duffel bags. How this man could pack so much truly baffles you. All he ever wears is pajamas, or nothing. It makes you wonder what else he might be hiding in those bags. Maybe he did a little Christmas shopping of his own, you think. Once you get settled into your penthouse suite you send the obligatory “we’ve arrived safely texts. Then you turn off both of your phones and slip into bed. Dieter falls asleep immediately, snuggled into your side. His soft snores lull you to sleep after only a few minutes.
You and Dieter spend the next seven days staying up late, sleeping in and having the laziest hungover sex anyone ever had. You spend your days on the beach, laying in the sun. Dieter naps and you read. Your evenings are spent at a different restaurant every night. None of the bullshit the resort serves. If you wanted to eat chicken parmesan you could have just stayed home. You ask the locals what their favorite restaurants are and their favorite dishes. You eat fish cakes, chicken feet, guava cheese and salt bread. You indulge in all of the local delicacies. Then, you spend a few hours at the resort bar, knocking back drink after drink. You stumble into your room and eat junk food and watch shitty horror movies. You talk for hours, content to do nothing more than just be together. Every other day you turn your phones on for 15 minutes. You respond to texts and Dieter returns calls and emails from his agent and his publicist. Then, they go right back off and are stuffed into the drawer of your bedside table. You can’t remember the last time either of you were this unplugged from the world. You wonder what it’ll be like when you have to go back to your real life. When Dee has to go back to his rigorous filming schedule and you have to return to your own work. You don’t want to waste a single second of this uninterrupted time with him.
When Christmas day rolls around, you and Dieter opt to stay in your room the whole day. Most shops and restaurants were closed for the day anyway. You wake late in the afternoon and decide to take a shower while Dee is still sleeping. You peek over at him before you dig your surprise for him out of its hiding place in your suitcase. You slip quietly into the bathroom and turn the shower as hot as it will go. You take your time in the shower, carefully washing your hair, slowly soaping your whole body. When you step out of the shower you pause and listen, trying to figure out if Dieter is awake. When you hear nothing, you continue with your post shower ritual. You grab two of the resort towels off of the rack, probably the fluffiest towels you’ve ever felt, and wrap one around your body and the other around your head. You move to the vanity where your toiletry bag sits and grab your moisturizer. You apply a thin layer and while it soaks in, you finally open the little black bag you had bought on your shopping trip. You remove the barely there panties, red with a little white trimmed skirt. It came with a matching cut out bra, if it could be called that. It took you three tries to get the red satin triangles positioned just right. Finally, you pull out the cherry on top, so to speak. Pasties with red satin bows. Once you’ve wrapped yourself in the expensive lingerie, you tie the terry cloth robe tightly around your waist, lest the surprise be ruined. You give yourself a final once over in the mirror and pull the door open.
Dieter is awake. He’s sitting against the headboard with his arms folded behind his head. Seems like he had a similar idea as yours. He cock stands proudly at attention, and it's wearing a little Santa hat. A noise of surprise escapes your mouth and you can tell by the look on Dee’s face, he got the response he was hoping for.
“Merry Christmas, baby.” he drawls, voice still gravelly from sleep.
“Funny,” you say, “I got a present for you to unwrap, too.” Dieter raises an eyebrow in curious interest.
“Oh yeah?” he asks.
“Why don’t you come over here and let me open you up?” He scoots down to the edge of the bed and spreads his legs wide. You saunter over to him, letting the tension build between you, keeping your hand tight over the knot of your robe. Once you’re standing between his thighs, he grips both of your hands in one of his large ones. He presses a soft kiss to them and drops them down at your side. He unties the knot at your waist and lets your robe fall open. His breath hitches in his throat when the terry cloth falls down your shoulders, offering him a peek of your exposed skin. He reaches up and shoves the fabric the rest of the way off. “Holy shit, baby. Is all this for me?” he asks, trailing a finger down the center of your chest, between the swell of your breasts. He rests his head against the softness of your stomach, his breath causing your body to light up with desire. You thread your fingers through the curls at the crown of his head and pull him closer still. “Merry Christmas to me.” he whispers, lightly licking just under your belly button. A shiver courses through your veins and you give his hair a slight tug. He moans against you at the sensation and reaches up to cup your ass. He spreads your cheeks apart and drags one of his fingers between them, until it comes to rest at your clothed core. The fabric is already wet and warm with your desire.
Dieter slips his finger under your panties and swipes it through your folds. He gently nips at the same spot he was just licking. “Fuck, Dee.” you groan out into the air, the sound bouncing off the high ceilings right back into your ears. Dieter growls against your skin and removes his hand from your panties.
“Get over here.” he says wickedly and pulls you into his lap. You wrap your legs around his waist and start to settle in. “Nuh-huh.” he protests. He lays back on the bed and grips your ass tightly. When he pulls you forward onto his belly, you figure out what he’s after. But before you give in, you decide to take something you want from him first. You plant your hands on his chest and your clothed cunt on the soft swell of his tummy. “What are you up to?” he asks, a wicked gleam in his eyes.
“This,” you say as you grind down on him, “is my favorite part of your body.” You can feel his happy trail through your soaked panties, the coarse hair there providing you with the friction you need so badly. His hands move to your hips and he pulls you even further onto his stomach. You work your hips up and down, back and forth. You can feel the soft trim on his Santa hat bobbing against your ass. You can see the muscles of his throat work as he swallows. His jaw tenses and he moans loudly.
“Fuck yes, baby. Use me, mama . Take what you need.” he urges. Seeing how turned on he is by this sends you over the edge.
“Dee,” you pant. “I’m so close.” He stills your hips and when you protest, he responds ,
“On my mouth, baby. I need it. Need to taste you.” he practically begs. You slide your panties down, lifting one leg at a time until you can slip them off. You shuffle up the bed on your knees, dragging your bare, dripping pussy across his abdomen and chest. You hover over his face and he wraps his arms around your thighs. He pulls you down to his mouth, the scruff on his cheeks scrapes the inside of your thighs, but you relish the burn. He flicks the tip of his tongue lightly, but quickly, across your clit. The motion turns your bones into jelly and you fall forward, catching yourself on the mattress. You’re already so worked up that it only takes a few expert swipes of his tongue before you are falling apart all over him. He pulls you even tighter to his mouth as he works you through with his tongue.
Once the aftershocks have passed, Dieter lifts you from his mouth and wiggles out from under you. He rises from the bed and stands at the foot of it. You are still on your knees with your hands planted on the mattress. Dee grips your hips and pulls you backwards towards him. You let out a yelp in surprise and he chuckles. “I can’t wait anymore, baby. I need to be inside you right fucking now.” he says, removing one hand. You see something fly over your head. The miniature Santa hat lands on the pillow in front of you. “Ready for me?” he asks. You barely begin to nod as you feel him press the head of his cock against your warm, wet cunt.
“ Fuck , Dee. Yes, papi .” you reply. He enters you slowly, but steadily, until your still sensitive walls fully engulf him. He lets out a low hiss when his hips meet the soft curves off your ass. Your hands fist the sheets when he starts thrusting. He pulls out of you nearly all the way, leaving just the tip inside of you, and buries himself to the hilt with every stroke. He fills you up completely every time, completely wrecking you. You wouldn't be surprised to get a noise complaint from resort staff with the way you scream for him. The animalistic growls he makes reverberate in your ears, and soon his pace begins to falter. He pumps once, twice, three times before he quickly pulls out of you. The front half of your body falls flat on the bed, your ass still sticking up. You feel the warm spurts of his come hit the cheeks of your ass. He grunts as he strokes himself and paints your skin with his spend. When he’s finished, he admires his handiwork.
“Looks like we ended up with a white Christmas after all, huh?” he laughs. You groan at his idiotic, but typically Dieter remark and lower your legs to the floor. You stand and try to hurry into the bathroom to clean up but Dieter stops you, slipping his tongue into your mouth, tangling it with your own. He grabs the meat of your ass, not caring that it's still sticky with his come. When he releases your mouth, he brings his fingers to it. His eyes light up when you take two fingers into your mouth, down to the knuckle, and suck them clean. You wink at him and walk into the bathroom, feeling his eyes on you every second of the way.
Once you’ve cleaned yourself up, you remove the expensive lingerie and put on your favorite pair of leggings and one of Dieter’s t-shirts. Dee has dressed himself as well, kinda, he never leaves home without his ratty, sage green bathrobe. He’s sitting on the suite’s couch, scrolling Netflix for something to watch. You pause to rifle through your suitcase, pulling out the black plastic bag from the record store. You stuff it in your armpit and join him on the couch. Dieter pulls you in close to his cheat and kisses you on the forehead. “Thank you for my present. You looked so fucking hot like that.” he eyes you up and down. “You always look so sexy.”
You pull the bag out from under your arm. “I did get you a real present, ya know?” you shove the bag into his hands. His face lights up before he even opens the bag. When he pulls the shirt out and shakes the wrinkles from it, tears spring to the corners of his eyes.
“You remembered.” he whispers. Dieter had mentioned the show to you on your first date.
“If you could go back to any point in your life and relive it, when would it be?” you had asked.
“The last time I saw The Replacements live.” he responded with no hesitation. “I’d go back and watch it sober, revel in the finality of the moment instead of being too fucked up to even remember it the next day.” he slips his arms out of his robe and pulls the shirt on over his head. He lands a soft, but deep, kiss on your lips. “I love it, mamita. ” he says. His hand disappears into the comically large pocket of his robe. “I got a little something here for you, too.” he says. He opens his hand and a small velvet box rests in the palm. Your eyes flicker from his to the box, and back again.
“Dee, what is this?” you ask. You and Dieter had decided years ago that you didn’t need to get married. Nothing about a wedding or a marriage certificate would add anything to what you already share together. With Dieter’s notoriety, any ceremony you had would be a dog and pony show, a media zoo. He pushes the box into your hand and you open it. There’s a small gold, heart shaped charm inside. It matches the others on the anklet Dieter got you for your third anniversary. There’s a capital “D” in script font on one side. You roll your eyes when you turn it over and get a look at the other side. Engraved in the gold is an eggplant emoji.
“Merry Christmas, baby.” he says. You close the box and set it on the coffee table. You snuggle up under his armpit and he tightens his arm around your shoulder.
“Thank you, Dee. I love it.” you say, snatching the remote from his hand. You scroll through a few titles before finally settling on one.
“Scandal again?” Dieter pouts. You ignore him and press play. Your time here in your perfect little bubble is running out. Soon enough you’ll be back to L.A. and Dieter will be off to Germany for his new movie. You plan on soaking up every second of bliss you can get out this vacation.
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Luke x wife!reader. Backstage after the show. Smuttttttt. Fluffy
I'm with the Band
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Summary: Above
Pairing: Luke x feminine reader
Warnings: sexual content, p in v, fluffy smut, body worship, some explicit language, silly ending (overall really just fluffy sex)
Word Count: 1214
A/N: Thank you for the request! Sorry it's so short, college/work/an inbox full of requests are joining together to kick my ass :')
Please do not read if you are under 18
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It was the final show of The 5 Seconds of Summer Show in LA and to say you had been wowed was an understatement. The boys had put everything they had into the show and as they took their final bow, you couldn’t help but to admire how beautiful they all looked, but especially Luke. This tour held nothing but good memories for you, considering it was your first real tour traveling along with 5SOS. Last year you had only been able to make the California shows for the Take My Hand tour since you had still been a student, but now? You were all in since your marriage to the blond.
“Hey, baby.” Luke grinned, giving you a sweaty side-hug as he walked off stage, handing his guitar to a roadie.
“You were amazing!” You squealed, bouncing up on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “I’m so proud.”
Luke picked you up and spun you around, peppering your face with kisses. “I’m glad you thought so. I just want to sleep for a million years now.” he joked.
“You know what my favorite part was?” You asked him, tucking a blond curl behind his ear as he continued to hold you.
“Hmmmm. Let me think…” Your husband sat you down and tapped his chin, pretending to think.
He knew what it was, because he had done what you were getting at on purpose. Luke hadn’t done that gravelly ‘wife’ for “Teeth” in over two years, but they were pulling out all the stops since this was the first show in Los Angeles since you and Luke had been married and the last show in LA before Michael became a father and everything changed. Tonight though, he had finally done it. As soon as the word fell from his lips, you felt a warm ball curl inside your belly and you’d definitely had to clench your legs.
Luke looked around quickly to make sure the other three boys were occupied in post-show shenanigans before he slightly pinned you to the wall with his hips. “You liked me calling you my wife?” he nearly moaned in your ear, breath hot on your neck.
“Luke,” You whimpered lowly, your hips longing to meet his. “We can’t do this here.”
“Says who?” he asked, blue eyes filled with something lustful. “The roadies still have to pack up the equipment, baby girl. You know I’m good at a quickie, honey. I can make those pretty little thighs shake in no time.”
Luke bent down and immediately began to make out with you. It wasn’t overly forceful, no, it was sensual. It was the kind of make out that comes from pure love. The blond was on top of the world right now, and you could tell. His band had just finished an amazing leg of tour and he had the girl he loved right here in front of him. Luke slowly began to move his lips down your jawline and onto your neck, suckling softly. The blond knew you would be marked up tomorrow, and that only drove his passion. You reached up, tangling your fingers in the blond curls at the nape of his neck.
“Lu,” You whined. “Don’t be a tease.”
Luke grabbed your hand and drug you down the hall to the boy’s dressing room. Luckily, the other three had long evaded it in favor of post-show drinks. As soon as the door was slammed shut, he pushed you against the wall, grappling under your shirt to find the clasp of your bra.
“So damn pretty.” he moaned, throwing your now-loose-bra onto the floor.
A blush spread over your cheeks as Luke continued to run his lips across your body. He dropped to his knees and began to trail kisses down your tummy until he finally reached the waistband of your jeans.
“May I?” he asked you.
You nodded quickly, using your hands to brace yourself against the door at the feeling of Luke’s fingers trailing across your skin, electrically hot. The blond wiggled your jeans down around your hips, followed by your underwear and began to softly suck on your inner thighs. You moaned, pushing your hips forward to meet Luke’s mouth.
“Need you inside of me.” You whined, grasping at his hair.
Luke chuckled, pulling back at gazing up at you with those oh-so-beautiful eyes. “Don’t be impatient, my love.”
The blond stood up and kissed you once more before reaching into his back pocket and pulling a condom from his suit pants. Luke made sure you were watching as he undid his zipper, freeing his throbbing, erect dick. You moaned at the sight, throwing you back, eliciting a smirk from your husband. Luke rolled the condom on, before sneaking his hands inside your shirt, softly massaging your growing nipples.
“You’re so pretty,” he cooed, brushing his hard cock against you. “My beautiful wife.”
Without another warning, Luke adjusted his hips perfectly and slammed inside of you, the sound of his skin meeting yours echoing through the tiny area. He had inserted his dick perfectly, so that even the tiniest rhythm would make your walls clench around him, already on the edge of an orgasm.
“Oh my god.” You panted out.
Luke roughly attached his lips to yours as your bodies moved in sync. “Watch.” he commanded, nodding towards the mirror.
You craned your head as best you could with Luke still pumping inside of you and turned beet red. In the dressing room mirror, you could clearly see Luke railing you against the wooden door. Your moans echoed throughout the room and you were sure if there was anyone outside, they would definitely hear you.
“I’m close already.” You whimpered, scratching your nails down Luke’s back.
You could see it on Luke’s face that he was close to cumming as well, and you couldn’t disguise the way you longed to ride out your highs together. Both of you were sweaty and panting, the scent of sex filling the air.
“Me too.” he huffed out, still pinning you against the door.
“Please, Lu. Cum with me.” You moaned, trying to seduce him.
“Fine. Only cause you and that body are so fuckin’ pretty.” Luke said, pressing his body ever closer to yours.
On the count of three, you and Luke came at the same time, your walls clenching around his dick. When you thought of marriage, this is what you thought of; a soft type of intimacy that was filled with passion.
“I love you.” Luke said, running his fingers through your hair.
“I love you more.” You said, still blushing.
No matter how long you and Luke had been together, him telling you he loved you still made the butterflies in your tummy go wild. He was unlike any man you had ever met. He was kind and caring and beautiful and you were sure he felt the same way about you as he gazed into your
eyes. Your sweet moment didn’t last for long, though, because Michael began to bang on the dressing room door.
“We can hear you having sex in there!” he shouted.
“I’m with the band!” You hollered back.
You and Luke both laughed, hurriedly adjusting your clothes. Despite getting caught, you wouldn’t trade Luke’s love for anything.
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Male tummy tuck surgery- SurgiSculpt
SurgiSculpt provides one of the best male tummy tuck surgeries in Los Angeles, United States. We offer the traditional tummy tuck and the modified male tummy tuck. If you need more information, please visit our website.
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The Ultimate Guide to Finding the Best Mommy Makeover Surgeon
Welcoming a child into the world is undoubtedly one of the most incredible experiences a woman can have. However, pregnancy and childbirth can take a toll on a woman's body, causing physical changes that may make her feel less confident about her appearance. This is where a mommy Makeover in Los Angeles can make a significant difference. A mommy makeover typically involves a combination of procedures such as a tummy tuck, breast augmentation, and liposuction to help women regain their pre-pregnancy bodies.
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When researching potential mommy makeover surgeons, take the time to view before and after photos of their previous patients. This will give you a good sense of the surgeon's skill and aesthetic style. Pay attention to patients who have a similar body type and desired outcome to yours to get a realistic idea of what you can expect.
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Meeting with potential surgeons for consultations is a critical step in the decision-making process. Use this opportunity to ask questions about the procedure, the surgeon's experience, and the facility where the surgery will take place. Pay attention to how the surgeon communicates with you and whether you feel comfortable and confident in their abilities.
Ultimately, finding the best mommy makeover surgeon is a personal decision that should not be rushed. Take the time to do thorough research, ask for recommendations, and trust your instincts when choosing a surgeon who understands your goals and has the expertise to help you achieve the results you desire.
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Pacific Lipo Los Angeles
Pacific Lipo™ is a AAAHC certified state-of-the-art surgery center specializing in Tummy Tucks, Brazilian Butt Lifts, and liposuction procedures in Beverly Hills, Los Angeles. We understand that many of us, no matter how much we diet and work out, are still unable to change our shape.
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What Are The Basic Facts About Tummy Tuck For Men In Los Angeles?
Having a flat well, toned, and sculpted tummy with abs popping out is something every man desires. But what happens when you get the exact opposite: a flabby tummy with extra flesh? In that case, you can opt for a tummy tuck for men Los Angeles. One of the best yet transformative surgery processes designed to cut off the extra fat from the abdominal area. It helps men get a masculine and sculpted physique. So, let's move on and have an idea of the procedure.
Carrying out the initial consultation with a specialized surgeon
Once you are confined enough to get the tummy tuck surgery done, fix a consultation with the professional certified tummy tuck for men Los Angeles surgeon. Review the credentials and find out their success rate in men's body contouring. Besides, during the consultation, don't forget to put forth the exact medical history cases and discuss the aesthetic anticipation you have from this surgery.
Understanding the whole tummy tuck surgical process
The tummy tuck for men Los Angeles involves a few vital phases. It includes making the cut in the lower portion of the abdomen, taking off extra skin, tightening the loose muscles in the abdominal area, and refabricating the navel to appear natural. Well, you should remember that the intensity of the surgical techniques will differ depending on the correction required and the patient's unique anatomy.
Patients should comprehend The process of recovery
Patients are always keen to know about the recovery process and healing period. In that case, post-operative measures, pain management techniques, and medications are referred. The whole idea is to keep the comfort level optimised. Thus, it helps patients resume their activities within a couple of days, as per the tummy tuck for Men Los Angeles experts.
Final talk
The above said are some of the underlined steps says what you need to know about the tummy tuck for men. So, we need to have more information about body procedures for men from experienced surgeons.
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Explore tummy tuck procedures tailored for men. Read this article to gain profound insights into the process, benefits, and transformative impact on self-confidence. Reshape both body and self-assurance, empowering a renewed sense of confidence.
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Reduce Your Belly Fat with Tummy Tuck in Los Angeles
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