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[12:03]

He inconspicuously shuts her grand office door, pressing the lock gently enough so the office cannot hear. His eyes glint with a subtle hunger that even he can’t subdue. 

He dares to step forward, hands in his suit pockets as he eyes her from top to bottom, fully enraptured by the capable woman sitting before him. He bites his lip once before gifting her with the naughtiest smirk, “You look good behind that desk,”

 “Hell,” he notes lowly, “but you’d look better on top of it,”

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[14:11]

“Humor me,” you dared him. 

He couldn’t pass on the challenge, momentarily biting the bottom of his lip before leaning back to cross one leg over the other. His arms lay crossed over his chest, somehow making himself bigger to drown you in the cockiest, sexiest expression you have ever seen.

“Sometimes when I’m alone, I imagine you.” his expression darkens, “Ass up, face down, and my name on your pretty, wet lips,”

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[23:51]

“Try me,” he dared you. The words dripped from his lips like the sweetest of honey, tantalizing yet playful, practically beckoning you to take a seat in his open, waiting lap. 

His smile was the exact opposite of what he alluded to, his dimpled cheeks tightening into the brightest, loveliest smile that reach his dark, twinkling eyes, “I fucking dare you,”

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[24:21]

No words can properly explain the beauty of laying under a purple sky and twinkling stars, where the loneliness of the night is filled by the cries of the crickets, where the darkness is illuminated by the light of the Milky Way, and where the silence is filled by the crackle of the fire.

His skin glistens under the moonless midnight, his chest rising and falling with the waves on the shore, an arm draped around your body, so protective and warm. The blanket flutters momentarily in the ocean breeze, the sudden chill rousing him from his peaceful slumber.

His vision is blurry, his free hand rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he lifts his head to check on you, his messy hair flopping to the other side of his head, “Sorry, did I wake you?”

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[5:55]

The sky is a navy hue, soon to be baby blue, stars long gone after a cool night peppered with deep kisses and a heavy hold. The blanket is chilly from the early morning dew, blades of grass poking through the thin fabric that once rubbed so roughly against bruised knees and sweaty palms in the brisk of dawn.

He parts his lips, pausing once, then twice. The words leave his mouth in a hush, pressing against wet fingers with an airy sigh, “You can beg for me to stay,”

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[23:41]

Gold fabric falls from golden skin, shimmery wealth pooling at his feet, his entire body gleaming with that post-concert, fuck me glow. He doesn’t bother to shut the door, parched lips meeting bare skin, bare skin meeting hot lips, “Move for me, darling,”

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[07:40]

If he could live in this moment, and just hold it, he would. To keep her head on his chest and never leave this bed, he swears it must be better than heaven. There’s no place he’d rather be, reaching slightly to open the window and have the morning chill kiss golden skin atop wrinkled sheets, his hand on her bare back and holding her to him as he longs to have her in his embrace forever, the early morning leaving his voice even more comforting that usual, “Stay just a little bit longer,”

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Welcome back <3

It’s good to be back :)

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“Perfect,” - Shownu

Genre: pure shameless smut 💦

Pairings: Shownu x OC

Warning: filthy, filthy kitchen sex

Dinner sits on the table, going cold and forgotten next to lit candles and champagne. Tonight is supposed to be a special night, and special it is. 

He hoists you onto the kitchen counter, his lips never leaving yours, a faint groan grumbling in his throat when he lifts the bottom hem of your dress past your hips. The counter is cold against the flesh of your thighs, his hands hot on your body, “I fucking love you, you know that?”

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[3:53]

He nearly yelps when you tug him off the couch, dragging him down the hallway and into the bedroom by the sleeve, “What has gotten into you?”

He stumbles over his feet, practically choking on his own spit when greedy hands push him onto the mattress. He’s about to question the sudden come on, but hushes immediately, your lips crashing on his before he breaks away, bewildered and breathless, “I don’t know what has gotten into you, but please for the love of god, don’t you fucking stop,”

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[0:56]

“You think you can ignore me?”

The bed creaks under his weight, the only sound other than the turning of her page. He kisses the pad of his thumb before pressing it against the bare skin of her back, sliding it along the dip of her spine before running his splayed hand past the damp hem of her robe. 

His hands stop abruptly at the curve of her ass, the book falling from her already trembling hands when a gasp escapes her stubborn, belligerent lips. 

He couldn’t be greedier on her skin, his body excited to feel every dip and curve of her complexion, ready to pleasure her in every way she could possibly imagine,

“You couldn’t, even if you tried,”

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[2:38]

He lays tangled in a mess of sheets and pillows, his head propped on his outstretched forearm, his legs still intertwined with yours. The dimmed lights cast soft shadows next to the moonlit window, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on his spent form, his limbs already aching from what happened less than five minutes before. A loving hand strokes the small of your back before slapping your ass with an open palm, “Yeah you’re mine, but fuck if I’m not yours too,”

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[23:21]

He groaned when you dropped to your knees, watching your splayed hands travel from the middle of his thighs to the button of his jeans. His hands rest obediently on the armrests, fingers grabbing the plush fabric until knuckles go white, momentarily lifting his hips to let you pull the waistband past the expanse of his thighs. 

His voice drips heavily with desire, arousal evident from your undoings, already straining at your devilish touch, “Don’t tease too hard, baby.”

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[01:43]

He always thought love was a black and white kind of deal. Either you love someone, or don’t.

Yet here lies, a lost man in the midst of cloudy thoughts and temperamental emotions, so desperately yearning for a reason to loathe the one who loves to hate him back.

He cups her chin in his palm with the lightest touch, a far cry to how he was possessively pulling her body to his just a few minutes before. His thumb caresses her flushed cheek, his voice so low that even he is afraid to hear what he is about to ask, “Let me change your mind, will you?”

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aaaa your time stamps are my favorite lovie ❤️❤️ and your recent one with MY BABY kyunnie? killer 🥺

I’m glad you enjoyed it ❤️

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[10:39]

“Tell me.”

His lips are plump, the pouty pink of his lips jutting into the cutest little heart, his lower lip jutting oh so slightly as the gleam of his puppy eyes beg for the words he so desperately needs to hear.

“Tell me,” he pleads again, this time with a hint of desperation, the dimples of his cheeks deepening with that signature honey pout, yearning for nothing but assurance, acceptance, and unconditional love. 

“Tell me I’m your everything,”

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❤️