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i'm just passionate about the whole situation. how professional she was trying to be towards the celestial temptation who could make her testimony the definition of heaven, right in front of her. he was majestically pleasant, respectful and serene. i can imagine domi correcting her way to call him and telling her to feel calm with his captivating accent. ALSO, THE WAY HE FLIRTED IN THE END!! thank you, this is amazing <3

Imagine being the one who mic's Dom and you're so nervous and he can see that and keeps teasing you about it

oh my god yeah

He’s far too close, actually, barely an inch between your bodies, and he smells so good - clean and like warm sunshine. He doesn’t make your job easy at all, because he gazes right at you, those warm eyes full of mirth, and he’s already on the verge of smiling.

You feel a heat rise to your cheeks when you tell him, “I’m going to need to put the mic up your ah… your shirt, Mr Szoboszlai.”

He nods, grinning. “It’s Domi, actually. And yeah, go ahead. Do what you need to.”

He’s wearing a thankfully loose shirt, so it’s easy for you to lift the hem, fingers grasping the tiny black spec of a mic between trembling fingers as you bite down on your lip, and will yourself to calm down.

It’s just a job. He’s just some guy. You could be normal about this.

You suck in a breath as quietly as you can and run your arm up the inside of his shirt, feeling the heat of his body coast along your skin. You’re fully aware that just within reach of you is that deliciously warm torso with firm abs that you’ve definitely spent way too long admiring. Being this close is intimate in a way that makes you feel shy - almost embarrassed by how close you’re getting when you’re both barely on first name terms. But he’s so handsome, and honestly from the way he’s looking at you, you’d be hard pressed not to melt instantly under his gaze.

The shirt’s tighter around his chest, and so your arm accidentally grazes one pectoral muscle in its journey up through his collar. “Sorry,” you murmur, but he shrugs, that perfect smile telling you he doesn’t mind one bit.

“You’re doing fine. Don’t worry.”

Your fingers peek out from his collar, and with your other hand, you press open the tight clip, keeping your eyes firmly on the mic and not on anything else that’s deliciously distracting. You fiddle for a bit, finally catching the clip on his collar and affixing it perfectly, smoothing out the creases of his shirt so he looks presentable for the camera.

“Your hands are shaking,” he murmurs, and your eyes fly up to meet his, rounding with the worry that he’s caught you, somehow, and that he can sense how nervous you are around him.

“S-sorry.”

His eyes soften. “Don’t apologise. You’re doing great.”

And then, all he does is cup his long, lean fingers over yours, suffusing you with warmth from his touch, his thumb gently brushing the back of your hand in an assuringly sweet gesture. “You just have to relax a little,” he says, and you feel instantly transfixed by his words, wanting to obey.

Only his touch seems to awaken something in you - sheer, unadulterated desire for that touch everywhere - down your back, between your legs, squeezing tight against your throat.

If he notices the way your eyes grow hazy, he doesn’t say anything. He just chuckles, and releases you, and you have to quell the disappointment that floods you. “Am I all fixed up?”

You blink, suddenly plunging back into reality, back to the job that you’ve been hired for, back to the distance that should be professionally established between you two. “Yes. You’re all set up, Mr-”

He holds up a hand. “Domi. Please.”

You smile uncertainly, testing the name in your mouth. “Sure. Domi. Right this way, then.”

He settles into the chair set up for him, his large frame dwarfing the seat instantly, but he looks comfortable and cool despite the presence of multiple cameras and bright lights. You wonder privately if anything fazes him.

You do your final adjustments for him, and when you’re satisfied, you turn to go, only for him to gently tap you on the arm, making you turn around to wonder if you’d somehow forgotten something.

He gestures for you to lean in close, so that no one else can hear. “Later,” he whispers, the heat of his breath against your ear, and you shiver - you can’t help it, “are you going to be the one to help me take this off?”

You swallow, and have to actively remind the logical, safe side of your brain that he’s just talking about the mic. “Yeah,” you manage to say without choking, “I’ll help you take it off.”

The cheeky part of your brain that doesn’t care for your wellbeing whatsoever supplies the thought: And anything else you need help taking off is fine by me too.

He grins, as if reading your mind, giving you a wink that definitely spells trouble. “Good. I’m looking forward to it.”

#dominik szoboszlai

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dominik's the personification of "cool" by dua lipa. his posture, style, tattoos... the tangibility of heaven. need to feel the material of his necklace on my skin.

how is he real?

#dominik szoboszlai #𑣲. aléxia's posts

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my delulu head already created a reality in which we and his dogs are a close family where i take care of him, also visiting his country and having the chance to eat the traditional recipe of his mum's soup, treating her like my second model. I LOVE PAYING ATTENTION TO THINGS THAT MOST PEOPLE IGNORE AND CORRELATING THEM TO UTOPIAN IMAGINATIONS.

dom’s ex supposedly being in his house guys my parasocialism is strictly based on the idea that this man is somehow accessible to me keep this information to yourselves next time

#dominik szoboszlai #𑣲. aléxia's posts

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missing watching my fav brazilian guy... his posture on the pitch...

📸: shakir.4k

#gabriel martinelli #martinelli #arsenal #arsenal fc #𑣲. aléxia's posts

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i love to testimony people sharing their talent on internet, always wanting to show my admiration and exaltation towards it. they're the most beautiful young players i know and this draw is making me get more attracted to them.

La Masia starboys 🌟

Inspired by Hector commenting “you make me wet” on Guiu's post 😭

I was bored asl at school so lmk who to draw tmmr lol

#hector fort #héctor fort #marc guiu #𑣲. aléxia's posts

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MISS DIPLOMAT & MR. CHARMING |

dominik szoboszlai x female reader.

author's note: this handsome man's living rent-free in my head. he's a freaking masterpiece. talented, funny, charismatic, attractive. i watched interviews, tiktok videos made by supporters and much more to understand a little bit of his language, personality and what he does towards friends and loved ones. laughed a lot! i made my homework as a writer, hope you enjoy it! (compliments and any kind of retributions are more than welcomed).

summary: your job is involving the commitment of unify the population and create interrelations to another countries, using the eurocup qualifiers and the hungary national team executions. you just didn't expect to fall in love with the no. 10's captain player.

words and characters: 1,811/11,223. it was three days working too hard on this story. i'm begging for your consideration, lol.

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sports diplomacy: it's the unique power of sport to bring people, nations, and communities closer together via a shared love of physical pursuits. this responsibility is the reason of a transition between strangers to connected individuals, advancing foreign policy goals and augmenting sport for development initiatives. the complex landscape where sport, politics, and diplomacy overlap become clearer, as do the pitfalls of using sport as a tool for overcoming and mediating separation between people, nonstate actors, and states. the power of sport has never been more important. so far, the 21st century has been dominated by disintegration, introspection, and the retreat of the nation-state from the globalization agenda. in such an environment, scholars, students, and practitioners of international relations are beginning to rethink how sport might be used to tackle climate change, gender inequality, and the united nations sustainable development goals, for example. to boost these integrative, positive efforts is to focus on the means as well as the ends, that is, the diplomacy, plural networks, and processes involved in the role sport can play in tackling the monumental traditional and human security challenges of our time. credits: international studies association and oxford university press.

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MLSZ (hungarian football federation) ──

new training ground at telki.

"i can't believe that being in places like this made up my most theoretically utopian childhood dreams. what a progress in front of me!" you still witness exciting moments where you pinch yourself, trying to believe in the reality that surrounds you: visiting the new training center of the players who are just a few meters away from you, getting ready to represent an entire country.

"your presence is our privilege. a voice of the spread of eurocup to our nation, right here…" the technical director gives you deference, obtaining a measure of humbleness and respect by you.

"the honor belongs to me in its entirety. grateful for having me, sir. while the view is immersive and captivating — my fervent congratulations to everyone involved — could we retreat from the pleasant glass-enclosed room and see everything closer, on the outside? please? i will never get used to this atmosphere." you pour politeness and charisma to the staffs around you, being directed to the proximity of the field and saluting the employees who pass through your path.

meet dominik — your szobo — instigates the nostalgic combination of detailed moments in which your thoughts display as photographic retrospectives. you're incapable to oppose the little enthusiastic laughs, fidgeting the rings between your fingers and avoiding possible suspicious glances from others. however, for you, this wouldn't actually work. the lives of you both are correlated, but different.

the training session is finished. clapping your hands and celebrating the performances, you greet the athletes and recognize some familiar people. nevertheless, reality slows down after those dark woody eyes capture through your soul. his arms tattoos are glorified by the sun's rays, the same illuminated smile is offered to you: that one you got during the very first time you saw him — instantly knowing he made you testimony the accuracy of freedom, catharsis and emotional amorous complement. that he'd be the one to introduce you what you never experienced, what you thought you'd never receive or deserve. what love truly is. when you were novices in your actual professions, not even imagining the future gifts of your unreal purposes.

"there you are!" intimately, dominik points at you, being reciprocated by vibrant nods and your old sort of secret — not that mysterious or serious — handshake. "még mindig emlékszel rá? (still remembering it?). you're a real one!"

"hogy tudnám elfelejteni? alábecsülsz engem. (how could i forget it? you're underestimating me)". your defensive actions demonstrate purposeful falseness. masking any sensitive, verbal or figurative communicative fragment from him is a difficulty that makes you give in over time. honestly, you never complain about this. it's like he wants to understand the factors and layers of you.

"a te kézfogás fickó. ne merészelj lecserélni engem. (your handshake man… don't you dare to replace me)". a shameless wink is send to you, butterflies acquiring space in your stomach.

"és hivatalosan is a szavamat adom rá. (and you officially have my word on it)." your gloss is pigmented against your fingers while you raise it up, displaying an oath, wondering if szoboszlai comprehends that his replacement in your life would be blasphemous.

"diplomata kisasszony, (miss diplomat)…" the hungarian fingerprints are shared and you recognize the sign to hold them, ready to perform your typical fashion icon moment. "gorgeous as always. go ahead! you know what to do!".

amusement surrounds you with the nickname's citation. although, you could feel some curious glances, from the outsiders, about the intimacy between you and him. "i appreciate, our top-class national bless…" you move your body in rotations to exclaim the outfit's characteristics, lifting your feet to show off the specificities of your heels. "how is your hair so well-groomed after sweating, though?" your arms cross and you raise an eyebrow in questioning, trying to hide your fascination.

"thank you, my number-one fan, but don't change the subject. finish our inside joke, c'mon!" dominik grabs his water bottle and spreads the cooling liquid on his forehead, wiping the glowing droplets across his face as he lifted his jersey high enough to exhibits his fortified abs.

your attention is directed to any surrounding scenery, throat being piked. szoboszlai pretends he doesn't notice, preventing to embarrass you.

"alright, alright! you've won, bájos úr… (mr. charming)". your final comment escapes as, practically, a whisper. you can't control the shy laughter, coupled with the considerable redness invading your cheeks.

"that's the secret to make my day!" using his tongue to reproduce a sharp noise, he matches your humorous reactions. "would you like me to show you the infrastructure changes? i'm just gonna take a shower!"

"i've already been granted a tour around here, but in case you insist…" during the dialogue, some athletes cross your space, wishing them good luck for the competition. your concentration on the activity is significant, at the point that dominik's silent admiration goes unnoticed.

"i mean, you know me! i'm gonna insist anyway, so…" he reaches your captivity, bringing you jollification.

"i'll rate you as a personal tour guide. now, go there!" jesting each other, you both exchange exaggerated reverences, like a challenge of who makes the most chaotic one.

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walking around the area, various subjects are explored, informations entrusted. you ask and are updated about his ethereal younger sister.

portraits of the generations are framed. you magnifies his presence in celebratory pictures, dedicated to find him in the memories and achievements on that wall. pride shines from you and the hungarian finds it lovely.

"you know i'm a sucker for accents… they're much more than mere verbal characteristics, they're stories: life experiences, marks and scars. identities and cultural integrations." the topic is random. through generalized opinions, you're explaining conceptions and dominik is retaining mental observations. he exalts every scrap of your identity, like a faithful worshiper.

"basically, you're admitting being enchanted by my accent. i can see the stars in your eyes. a win is a win!" szoboszlai and his frequent attribute to physical touch, tickling your ears and playing with them. it doesn't bother you, actually: adoring the affection exuded by you and him. you feel like a little girl dealing with your one and only love.

"it's beautiful, how can you blame me? and hey, i know mine's making you grin too." he holds your arm, shivers running down your spine, the two of you being euphoric in the midst of your own enthusiasm.

"putting me against the wall? okay, hum… what were you saying before?" he's changing the subject and you have a natural wit to boo him. lifting his shoulders as a surrender, the hungarian focuses on the specific loose strands of his simple bracelet, which you get used to help him tie it again, willingly.

"trying to avoid the truth? fine! let me take care of you while i talk about my admiration towards globalization and communication. like, with every fiber of me…" you accept the conversation's direction and utter a 'voilà' towards the accessory's new appearance.

"that's why you're the best person i've ever seen doing this job." dominik compliments you, an act full of honesty.

"thanks a lot, mate. but which job? as your bracelet helper or my real one?" you provide tenderness, looking amused.

"i mean… both of them." szoboszlai chuckles, revealing courtesy by your continuous helpfulness.

"literally? because i know you know a lot of people. you're so young and already is the national team's captain." you nudge him in a form of tease. he's a starboy, it's undeniable.

"flattered! literally, thought. you were born for this, believe me." vulnerability collides to you, as his words are deliberated: emotions embracing you and warming your insides.

"dominik szoboszlai, my dear friend, you're gonna make me cry, right here. i'm sorry, i need to do it…"

innocent satisfaction builds strength over you and executes unthought-of approach to the tangibility of your gratitude — his colony enrapturing your sensitive olfaction — in the most out-of-control way. the sounds reach your hearing: a choir of angels singing hallelujah. he reciprocates the contact, laughing at your juvenile excitement. joining him and doing the same thing, harmonizing the triumph. in the separation of the touch, you both remain close to each other and the hungarian doesn't miss the opportunity to feel the softness of your side face, caressing the skin. appreciation and satisfaction invade your structure, delighting on the palm of his hand.

"just a dear friend? why are we pretending all this time?" dominik's reading you. the intimidation at the sight of him overhanging you is paralyzing. you don't usually back down, but in that instant — superior than your most repressed desires — your gasps are escaped.

"who is putting who against the wall now?" insisting and failing on your witty answers, shyness and uncertainty corrodes you.

"please, look at me! i'm not kidding anymore." his voice is questioning, intrigued — contradictorily vulnerable and calm — your rationality being fragmented, fragile.

"you know i'm not the kind of woman you're surrounding by, domi. i'm not an influencer, bikini model. i'm not a public figure. i don't live for the cameras and gossip platforms. i live to work hard. i didn't achieve any of this with some type of perk. my routine and your routine are based on traveling..." who could deny it? szoboszlai's always been all that you see. it's much more than a mere passion. your attraction to him is magnetic, intense, vivid. consequently, terrifying.

"i'm just asking for a chance, (your nickname). i don't lie when i say i've never met someone like you. i may be surrounded by a crowd and you'll still be the one to steal my attention, because nobody compares to you."

your eyelids are closed and the exhalation of his sigh penetrates your lungs with the numbing breath of life you've never experienced before. it's happening: the rare situation where thinking carefully about the pros and cons is unworthy, dumbness. your decision is made and the privilege's resolution unify your lips. the beginning demonstrates slowness and patience — the intensification through the concluded wait of the longed-for reality, transforming light and magical kisses into open mouths discovering each other and witnessing the endearment that both offer — hairs, necks, shoulders and waists captured.

"you're the first to create a meaningful presence in my mind and heart. i want you to be the last one too. i love you, kincs (my treasure). i'm finally brave enough to demonstrate it with no fears." dominik's forearm covers your upper torso. your back against his chest, noses resting on each others. rejoicing at the miraculous, incomparable circumstance.

"i love you, drágám (my precious). you're finally mine and it was so fucking worth waiting." his whisper: the living proof of celestial existence.

"how blessed we are…" intertwined bodies, coalesced essences. solitary melodies turning into the sweetest and most complete symphony.

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INFORMATIONS! ☆

i don't make full angst stories, but some elements involving the category can be included. request me a smut (politely asking for no extreme bdsm kinks), fluff content too, which i'm passionate about. (anonymously or not). i apologize if your unproblematic ask wasn't reciprocated in the name of my busy activities. please, try to send me again or give me more details of your wishes, using the private inbox. feel honored to talk to the readers. love it infinitely!

── joão félix sequeira.

a crescent love, an ephemeral passion ── joão félix

summary: you and joão spent all the summer together. you even met his friends and brother. could this be the beginning of a crescent love or just an ephemeral passion? his friendship with his ex would ruin everything between the two of you?

69 with joão félix

summary: a concept of you and joão félix sharing jubilation and becoming one.

── dominik szoboszlai.

miss diplomat and mr. charming ── dominik szoboszlai

── kostantinos "kostas" tsimikas.

none yet.

── rúben dos santos gato alves dias.

none yet.

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dear joão félix sequeira, our victorious and golden boy… honestly, answer me, right now: how dare you? i mean… the tongue thing, i mean… 😭😭😭

#really wanna a flag with this pic on it #can't describe how i am physically weak after this #show them your goals are not mere lucky moments baby SHUT THEM UP #DALE MORENO DALE MORENO #feeling the proudest right now #MY LOVE IS ALL MINE #fc barcelona #barcelona #barcelona spain #fc barca #fc barça #barca #barça #joão félix #joao felix #𑣲. aléxia's posts

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the reason of my big smile, they make me the happiest. i love these portuguese men more than so many people around me, it's crazy.

#joao felix #joão félix #joao cancelo #joão cancelo #fc barcelona #barcelona #barca #barça #𑣲. aléxia's posts

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i was there, saka really was that close to me. it's just because i'm in the background, yk? kinda hard to find me on the pic. believe me, i'm saying the truth.

#bukayo saka #arsenal #arsenal fc #he's so lovely and passionate #𑣲. aléxia's posts

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i watch their youtube videos and follow the players ig. can tell they're a true family. i love how their connection is natural and fluid, on and off pitch. their jokes and random humour are delightful. i'm feeling closer to them, adoring the feelings i'm creating about this team.

actually in love with how in love the liverpool team are with each other

my club is just pure vibes rn and i am so here for it

#liverpool fc #liverpool football club #𑣲. aléxia's posts

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the pet names in his mother language. what he said to her in front of the mirror was so raw. pure poetry. the way he basically called her a work of art. how he was desesperate about not wanting to stop being inside of her, implying he'd wait for her again... <3

i'm getting obsessed with szobo and not afraid to share my delulu thoughts of an utopic reality in which i give all of me to him, including my transition from a girl to a woman. heaven listened to me, using tumblr to recommend your story. it's rare to find a work where the reader is not sexually active or the couple is, actually, making love and sharing a connection. in these days, you're mocked for that.

it was comforting, refreshing and full of true romance. thank you!

𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 - 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐤 𝐬𝐳𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐳𝐥𝐚𝐢

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐦𝐞

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥.

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐩*𝐫𝐧 ( 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐨𝐬, 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 )

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐤, 𝐢 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐥𝐮.

𝘪'𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵, 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘹𝘰𝘹𝘰

she looked at the text message before proceeding to adjust the straps of the crimson colored lace set she had on, she'd purchased this; stashed it away for the proper moment, the moment that had been halted due to her recurring fear of intimacy from a past relationship which had been an issue in her current relationship, an issue that while he never truly addressed, assuring her that he was willing to wait as long as she needed him to - she knew deep down that there was no point in waiting, especially as the pair have crossed the three year mark in their relationship.

she twirled around in front of the full length mirror, ensuring that everything was perfect before grabbing his old leipzig jersey to slip it on in order to conceal the surprise, then she adjusted her curls evenly to frame her soft features; once she was satisfied with her appearance, she steps out of the bathroom, then the bedroom sauntering towards the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water in order to calm her nerves - she downs the liquid in leisure sips; just then, she hears the door creak sending her heart racing a hundred miles in an hour, " baba? " she hears him call for her.

" i'm ... -uh-, i'm in the kitchen " she responds shakily, her gaze darting up to meet his as he walked into the kitchen dressed in a plain black t-shirt with matching shorts, she offers him a smile then says with a soft tone, " hi domi "

he walks up to her, closing the distance between them to press a soft kiss on top of her head as he towered over her, " hello kislány " his arm wraps around her waist before he proceeded to trail kisses across the curvature of her neck, humming softly, " did you use a body lotion or a perfume because your skin ... " he darts his tongue out, licking a tortuous and leisure stripe before adding. " it tastes incredible "

she bites her lower lip for a moment before responding with a soft tone. " it's part of the surprise ... "

he halts his ministrations, pulling back to give her a confused look before replying, " surprise? " he echoed, " what surprise? "

instead of responding verbally, she interlocks their hands, dragging him towards their bedroom, " baba? " he asks, feeling a tiny bit confused by her motive, the confusion however vanishes instantly the moment she slips off the jersey to reveal what's underneath, his eyes widen in both shock and desire, " what -uh- ... what's all this? "

she blows out a soft breath before murmuring, " three years you've been patient with me, you understood my fears and didn't allow them to affect our relationship, however i'm done with being afraid " she tugs him towards her, her eyes wide and doe like as she whispered in his ear, " i want this domi, i want you "

the combination of her breath fanning against his ear coupled with the feeling of her soft skin sent shivers down his spine; blood rushing straight to his cock causing him to groan then say, " are you ... are you sure? " he asks with a shaky tone, desire enveloping him almost instantly.

" i am more sure than anything " she said, the moment their eyes met.

with raised brows and a faint smile across his soft lips, he leads her towards the full length mirror, he stands behind her and says. " you're so beautiful do you know that? " he whispers, his digits trailing against her cheek eliciting a soft sigh from her lips. " most beautiful girl i have ever seen " he murmurs, nuzzling his face in her neck.

a whine escapes her lips, " domi "

" every day since we met " he begins, inhaling her scent before adding on. " i wonder what i had done in my life to deserve you édes lányom, from your kindness, your big heart " he chuckles, his hand playfully squeezing her breasts to draw out another moan, " to your exceptional talent in spreading color onto this world, i was hooked "

before she could muster a response, his teeth sink into her shoulder drawing out a soft loud moan, he then soothed the markings with his tongue before whispering, " so hooked that i can't imagine a day without you "

he expertly unclasped her bra to loosen the material then remove it, exposing her breasts to the cool air, which shifted the moment he palmed her breasts with both of his hands, " look at you " he murmurs, pressing feather light kisses over her shoulder. " the kind of beauty that can drive any man wild " he rolls her nipples in between his digits, " all mine, aren't you baba? "

" yes " she breathes out, a soft gasp escapes her lips. " all yours dominik "

a deep groan erupts from his lips, " say it again " he squeezed her breasts. " say it! "

" fuck " she whines, " yours, all yours "

satisfied, he trails one hand over abdomen to slip in between her legs to slip underneath her panties, his index trailing over her slick and swollen pussy walls drawing out soft moans from her, he proceeds to whisper in his mother tongue, " szeretlek kislányom, jobban, mint hinnéd "

she'd always loved how gentle he seemed when using his mother tongue, " hm, domi please "

" shh!! " he tuts flicking his digit over clit, drawing a gasp from her lips, smiling at the sight displayed before him, he proceeds to whisper against her skin. " i want to take my sweet time baba "

suddenly, without so much of a warning his index slips inside, curling almost instantly inside of her pussy while his thumb caressed her clit in soft circles drawing out the sweetest sounds from her, " uhm ... " she whines.

" art " he whispers, kissing her cheek. " pure art "

his index is joined by his middle digit, the two of them curling at a much more rougher pace coupled with his thumb rubbing her clit rapidly causing her to whine softly, " oh my god ", he chuckles in response, curling his digits in and out rapidly then he whispers in his ear, " you're gonna cum for me baba? " he grunts then adds, " will you do that for me? make a mess over my fingers "

" fuck, keep going " she sighs, " i'm almost there, oh my god " she cried.

" olyan jó kislány " he murmurs, pulling his digits out to lick them clean in front of her, he hums then whispers, " olyan finom édesem "

suddenly, he turns her to face him, resting one hand over the side of her neck while the other rests on her waist to press his lips entirely over hers. " you're mine " he whispers against her lips, " you're all mine "

" yes " she sighs, allowing him to lead her to the edge of the bed.

" come on baba, you better remove those panties before i rip them apart " he smirks, as he proceeded to undress himself at a leisure pace relishing in the way desire danced in between her eyes, once he was fully bare, he climbs up onto the bed to cage her in his embrace, " are you ready for me sweet angel? "

she nods softly, gasping when his lips trail gentle kisses and bites around her chest, " please ... " she whispers.

" patience baby " he murmurs, using both his lips and hands to pay attention to her breasts; then, he sits up reaching over to grab a condom from the drawer, he tears the wrapper then rolls it over before pulling her into his arms, " now, i need you to be relaxed ok baba, it's going to be painful but it'll soon vanish "

she nods, whispering through labored breaths. " i'm ready "

he spreads her legs gently, his palms rubbing her inner thighs to help her relax. " it's ok baba " he cooed softly.

his thumb starts to rub her clit once again while he teased her pussy with the tip of his cock, " relax " he whispers softly, gently thrusting the entire length inside of her walls, the pair gasping unanimously at the tantalizingly delicious friction. " oh baba, you feel so warm " he groans.

" domi, it hurts " she whines, blinking away the tears at the corners of her eyes.

he kneels down, peppering soft kisses on her cheek. " i know baba, I know, you just have to relax " he cooed in her ears.

a minute had passed before she whispers, " please move " she moans, " please "

he hums in response, nestling himself in between her legs before he started to move at a leisure, torturous pace. " oh baba " he groans, his eyes shut as he relished in the intimate moment they shared, " i ... fuck, your pussy is so warm "

soft whines were the only sounds she could muster as response as all cohesive thoughts seemed to vanish, " domi, don't stop " she murmurs.

" i'm not stopping anytime soon baba " he groans in her ear, " if anything, i don't think i'll stop fucking this pussy, it was worth the wait, so worth it "

in the midst of passionate searing kisses, their hands roaming over each other's bodies, he rests his forehead overs hers as their hips continuously collide against one another, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he whispered, " are you going to cum baba? "

she hums softly, biting down on her lower lip which was pulled out by his own lips as he kissed her passionately, " cum for me " he whispers against her lips, " cum for me baba "

she wraps her arms around his shoulder, releasing a soft cry. " oh my god, yes ... just like that " she whispers, " just like that, fuck "

he grunts then collapses next to her, rolling them over so that she laid on top of him, his hand caressed her back before he murmured in her hair, " how do you feel? "

she lifts her head up, pecking his lips. " perfect " she whispers.

" i'm glad to hear that baba " he smiled, caressing her cheek with his palm. " i love you "

" i love you too " she smiles.

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