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austinbutlerslovers · 4 months ago

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Temptation

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Summary You tempt your handsome new boss pushing the limits of his restraint— until he finally summons you into his office, telling you exactly how to earn a raise from him.

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Temptation

The first time you saw him, you understood power.

Not just the kind that comes with wealth, but the kind a man carries in the way he walks, the effortless confidence, the unspoken authority.

The way he commands a room without even speaking a single word.

Austin Butler is your CEO, your boss, and the reason your thoughts have turned reckless from the day you began working as his secretary.

He was so handsome you were immediately attracted to him.

Every time he stepped out of his office, every time you watched him command a boardroom—you felt it.

The pull.

The heat.

The sharp pang of desire that only grew worse when he barely spared you a glance as he worked.

It wasn’t fair how good he looked in those tailored suits—especially the cream or soft gray ones, the fabric on his broad shoulders, fitting perfectly over his lean, strong frame.

His crisp button-downs never had a wrinkle in sight and his designer watches always caught the light when he checked the time.

His hair was golden and thick, curling just slightly at the nape of his neck, almost too long, but exactly right.

His blue eyes were sharp and knowing, framed with lashes that were unfairly too long.

His nose was undeniably perfect, giving his face a symmetry that made it impossible to look away.

And his lips—full and pink, were the kind that looked so soft to touch.

The kind that made you wonder what they’d feel like on you.

You were strung, tangled up in the fantasy of him, playing in a game you weren’t sure you’d win, but desperately wanted to lose.

You weren’t subtle about it. Not really.

You knew what you were doing when you leaned a little too far over your desk as he passed by, your blouse slipping open just enough to make his gaze flicker downward for the briefest moment.

You knew what you were doing when you gazed at him longer than necessary as you handed him his documents, just to see those pretty blue eyes of his linger on you for a fraction too long.

He had a presence that made people stop mid-sentence, straighten their backs, second-guess themselves.

But for you?

His presence just made you want to drop to your knees.

Over the next few weeks, he maintained his professionalism—always polite, every interaction carefully measured, his restraint always in check, and you almost felt bad for tempting him.

Almost.

Until one day instead of his usual “Good morning” with a quick glance, he said something else entirely.

You had dressed with intention, wearing a silk, cream-colored blouse with a slit in the front just enough to tease, tucked neatly into a fitted pencil skirt that hugged every curve just right.

As you handed him his oat milk latte, Austin stalled, his breath catching for a fraction of a second.

His blue eyes dragged over you, lingering longer than they should, before he finally spoke.

“Good morning, beautiful.”he said, the words slipping out before he could stop them.

His voice was smooth, warm, but the moment they left his lips, you saw it—the flicker of realization, the subtle widening of his eyes, as if he hadn’t meant to say it out loud.

You smiled, looking up at him, your lips curving just slightly as his cheeks flushed, and he cleared his throat quickly nodding before heading straight to his office without another word.

You knew it then.

He was attracted to you too.

Austin was powerful, commanding, always in control of his curated world—but now you wanted to see just how much his control would slip when it came to you.

Late in the afternoon as you have done dozens of times before, you sit across from him in the conference room, notepad in hand as you listen to him go over the details of an upcoming deal.

“…We’ll need to coordinate with the legal team before finalizing the contracts,” he says, his voice smooth, measured.

You nod absently, twirling your pen between your fingers . “Mm-hmm,” you hum.

Austin glances over at you briefly his eyes studying you before continuing, but you aren’t listening… not really. Your attention is locked on the way he stands at the window, the way he gazes out as he speaks, his profile sharp against the fading afternoon light.

He presses one hand against the glass, the other raking through his golden hair—slightly tousling it from the stress of the day, his fingers curling just slightly at the nape of his neck.

The way he carries himself —the effortless command, the quiet intensity of him makes it impossible to look away.

You watch as he becomes aware of your gaze, his blue eyes looking over to you with his hand still pressed against the glass, his voice trailing off now that’s he’s distracted.

Then—slowly, lazily—you drag the tip of the pen along your lips, parting them just enough to let it slip inside, rolling your tongue against the tip before pulling it back out.

Austin stops talking.

The moment stretches on until you blink up at him, feigning innocence. “I’m sorry Mr. Butler, what was that?”

His blue eyes are fixated on your lips now, his breaths controlled, but just barely.

You see it—the way his pupils dilate, the slight clench of his jaw, the way his fingers flex against the glass, holding himself back.

Then he exhales, turning back to the window, his face unreadable, forcing his composure.

“That will be all,” he says, his tone low and measured.

You let the silence stretch between you, taking your time as you gather your notepad and rise from your seat.

“It’s been a very stressful day,” you admit, smoothing a hands over your skirt.

“Let me know if there is any other way I can satisfy you, Mr. Butler,” you say, your voice smooth and knowing as a smile forms on your lips.

You watch the way his jaw tightens at your words, but he doesn’t respond.

As you turn to leave, you can feel his eyes on you, tracing every step, and just before you reach the door, you glance back over your shoulder, catching him in the act.

His blue eyes are locked on you, dark with something undeniable, something barely restrained, and you close his office door behind you with a slow, satisfying click.

When you return to your desk the email to your laptop doesn’t come fast enough, the VIP header directly from Austin himself

Stay after hours. My office.

Excitement pulses through you as you slowly sit back in your chair feeling a warmth spread through you as you bite your bottom lip.

You wait as the office clears, pretending to focus on something that couldn’t possibly wait as your coworkers pack up, offering their goodnights.

And then, when the last person has left, you stand up smoothing your skirt as you make your way to the restroom.

Once inside you touch up your lipstick, deepening the shade gliding it over your lips with precision.

Then, with steady fingers, you unbutton the top of your blouse, just enough to reveal even more skin with the delicate lace of your bra peeking through.

You tug your pencil skirt that hugs your hips just a little higher as you take one last look in the mirror, satisfied with how he’ll react when he sees the look.

The office feels different after dark. The usual hum of conversation and the clicking of keyboards have faded, replaced by a heavy, lingering silence.

The office is shadowed after dark, stretching toward endless windows where the last streaks of sun disappear behind the city skyline.

By the time you reach Austin’s office, your pulse thrums in your chest as you lift your hand and knock softly.

“Come in,” his voice calls, low and steady.

You push the door open, stepping inside.

His office is bathed in warm, dim light, a vast contrast to the afternoon brightness your used to.

The city glows in front of Austin through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but your focus is only on him.

He stands with his arms crossed, his gaze distant, locked on something far beyond the city.

His broad shoulders are squared, his stance effortless, exuding that same quiet control that always seems to command the space around him.

As he finally turns, his blue eyes settle on you, sharp and unreadable.

“Have a seat,” he says, his voice smooth, and effortless, as if measuring your every move.

You nod, sitting in chair across from him, the leather cool against your skin as you cross your legs, his gaze following every inch of the movement.

As he lowers into his own seat he leans back, fingers steepled beneath his chin, his eyes assessing you, as if deciding what he wants to do with you next.

He looks as put together as ever—his Yves Saint Laurent suit, tailored perfectly over his broad shoulders, his ring glinting as he presses his steepled fingers against his chin, his blue eyes deep and unreadable.

Then, finally—he reaches to a folder on his desk, flipping it open.

“I wanted to talk about your performance,” he says, his voice controlled and smooth. You blink, momentarily caught off guard by his formality.

“You’ve been here a couple of weeks now, and I have to admit—I’m very impressed.” He compliments, as he studies you.

“Thank you, Mr. Butler,” you reply, your voice softer, feeling as though you’ve misunderstood his intentions entirely.

Austin says nothing as he flips another page, his eyes scanning a list of your attributes. “You’re efficient, sharp, you pick things up quickly.” He says, as voice trails off no longer focused on the words in front of him.

“There’s just one pressing issue,” he says his eyes locking onto yours.

“What is that Mr.Butler?” You ask, feeling the weight of his attention.

He slowly closes the folder as he leans back in his chair.

“Whether or not I should give you a raise,” he says, lacing his fingers together as he studies your reaction.

The offer is far too soon. You know it —he knows it.

His eyes slowly trail lower over the teasing hint of lace visible beneath your blouse, the way your lips part slightly as you realize he wants exactly what you envisioned.

He leans forward resting his forearms on the desk with a smooth confidence, his words slow and precise.

“Would you like me to give you a raise?” he asks, his blue eyes darker now, the insinuation in his tone unmistakable.

You exhale, forcing yourself to focus.

“I want you to give me a raise,” you answer, the words slipping from your lips softer and far breathier than you intend.

His grin widens as watches you a moment longer before settling back in his chair.

“Come earn it,” he says.

Your breath leaves you in a rush, astonishment flickering across your face as you obey without hesitation.

He pushes back in his chair, giving you space as you step around his desk, allowing you stand in front of him. His eyes drag over you, slow and assessing admiring every detail as he exhales a controlled breath.

“Get on your knees for me,” he says, his voice thick with intent.

A rush of heat floods your core at his command, your body responding before your mind can process it.

Your knees sink onto the floor in front of him, the space becoming impossibly intimate as you slide between his spread legs.

His breath catches as you reach for his belt, your fingers steady as you slowly unbuckle it.

The air is filled with anticipation as you pull his large cock free, the sheer weight of it resting heavy against your palm.

Your fingers wrap around its width, barely touching as you marvel at his size.

You look up to meet his eyes, dark and heavy with expectation, and you know exactly what he’s waiting for.

Slowly, intentionally, you part your lips, letting your tongue flick out, tasting the tip with a slow teasing lick that makes his fingers tighten on his armrests.

“Fuck,” he exhales, his breath shaky as he stares down at you with lust.

You take his hand, guiding his fingers to gather your hair in a makeshift ponytail, giving him full control, and he gives your hair a possessive tug —just enough to make your eyes meet his.

“Show me how much you want this raise,” he says, his voice heavy with unspoken promise.

A slow smile spreads across your lips as you look up at him.

“I’ll prove my worth Mr. Butler,” you assure, your voice sinfully sweet. Looking into his eyes you flatten your tongue, slowly dragging it down the length of his cock, savoring every inch of it before taking him into your mouth.

“Shit,” he hisses, his free hand bracing against his desk as your tongue swirls around the tip, teasing the sensitive underside of his shaft before hollowing your cheeks and taking him even deeper.

He makes soft shuddering breaths as you grip his thighs, your nails digging in just enough to make him groan as your mouth works his cock with unrelenting precision.

You hum, letting the vibration send a shudder through him, his cock twitching on your tongue letting you know just how much he's enjoying it.

His stomach tightens as he makes soft sounds of pleasure keeping his eyes locked on you as you pull back just enough to tease the tip, circling it with the tip of your tongue before sucking him firm and focused.

He moans uncontrollably, his restraint slipping as you look up at him through your lashes and hum in pleasure.

“Fuck—” he whispers his voice barely audible, his jaw tightening as he watches you suck his cock with pure devotion.

You take him deeper, bringing one hand to stroke where your mouth can’t reach, gripping his thigh with the other holding him steadily in place.

His breathing turns erratic, his control unraveling with every slick drag of your tongue pulling him apart.

He groans, his voice strained as his hand tightens in your hair guiding your head demanding more. “Fuck just like that. —Don’t stop-don’t stop.” He practically whimpers, forcing you to bob on his cock.

You don’t stop, you moan staying exactly where he needs you, his hips beginning to thrust into your mouth making lewd wet sloshing sounds as he chases his need.

You suck him harder, taking him deeper until you feel him at the back of your throat.

“Oh fuck— oh fuck,” he whimpers, his voice wrecked, his hips thrusting faster despite himself, his fingers flexing in your hair, his breaths stuttering in short, desperate gasps.

You let him use you, let his pace grow erratic as he fucks into your mouth, deep and needy, lost in the pleasure you’re giving him.

Your tongue flicks along his shaft and his head falls back against the chair, his body shuddering. “So fucking perfect.” he whispers his voice trailing off. You moan in pleasure, swirling your tongue around his cock, hollowing your cheeks as you suck harder, bringing him right to the edge.

His breath turns ragged, his grip tightening in your hair as his thigh flexes beneath your palm losing all control.

“I-I’m gonna come” he admits, his voice breaking with pleasure, his hips jerking as he thrusts into your mouth, deeper, faster chasing every last moment of his release.

And then it happens

His cock twitches as he comes hard, a groan ripping from his chest so raw and unrestrained it sends a pulse of heat right through your core.

You swallow his come readily your tongue trailing along his shaft one last time before pulling back.

You lick your lips as you pant looking up at him through your lashes, and he exhales a sharp shaky breath staring at you with his blue eyes full of astonishment.

“You’re getting that raise,” he confirms , his voice hoarse and satisfied. “And a fucking bonus.”

You grin, wiping the corner of your mouth with your thumb. “I know,” you say confidently as you stand.

He looks completely ruined now, his usual sharp edges softened, his blue eyes hazy with the remnants of how well you satisfied him.

“I-I’ll walk you out,” he says, his voice still, wrecked his thought still scrambling from the way you made him fall apart.

You simply nod, smoothing your skirt, running your fingers through your hair as if what just happened was the most natural thing in the world.

As you step out of his office, the air between you is charged with something else—something unspoken.

You smile as you watch the way his mind is races unable to even say a word as you walk down the office corridor together.

At the elevator, he reaches out, pressing the button as the soft chime dings, allowing the doors slide open as you both step inside.

You watch patiently as the numbers count down, licking your lips feeling them still tingling from the way Austin used them.

He stands beside you silent, his eyes fixated ahead his mind lost deep in thought

Until suddenly, he pushes the full stop button, making the elevator jolt to sudden halt between floors.

Your breath catches, your pulse hammering as Austin presses you up against the elevator wall.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,”he whispers against your ear, his voice rough and possessive.

A shiver courses through you as his palms slide over the curve of your ass, his thumbs slipping beneath the hem of your skirt lifting it up to expose your lace panties beneath.

“I can’t let you go like this” he whispers his��fingers sliding between your thighs pressing into your panties and feeling how soaked you are.

He groans his lips brushing along your jaw, the heat of his breath searing against your skin.

“I’m never going to get enough of you.” He whispers against your ear, his voice desperate, unguarded.

His fingers slip against your panties, drawing a soft gasp from your lips as he tightens his hold on your hip.

“I want you in my office, whenever I say” he whispers as you feel the thick length of his cock already pressing solid against your thigh.

“I want you in my bed whenever I call” he says as his fingers slide higher stroking your clit through the fabric with enough pressure to make you gasp.

“I want this,” he demands, his voice heavy and unrestrained, his lips ghosting over yours. “Say it.”

Your nails dig into the fabric of his expensive suit, your whole body burning for more.

“I want this,” you respond, breathless.

Austin groans, low and satisfied, as his fingers finally slip away from your clit, leaving you aching with need.

His hands move to his belt with urgency, unbuckling and unzipping his pants, releasing his large cock, thick and hard, the tip already flushed a deep shade of pink.

He yanks your skirt up and pulls your panties aside with impatience before lining himself up and desperately thrusting his cock inside you.

A broken moan catches in your throat as he pushes in deep, his hips snapping forward as he grips your thigh.

He uses you, taking his pleasure with each rough, unmeasured thrust, groaning at how good you feel on him.

His sounds of satisfaction fill your ears, each one heavy with pleasure as he buries his face against your neck, pressing sloppy, open mouthed kisses against your skin.

“You feel—so —fuck—you feel so good,” he praises, his voice wrecked, his breath hot against your cheek.

His hand grips your hip, fingers digging in your thigh, like he’s afraid you’ll slip away before he gets everything he needs from you.

A sharp gasp leaves your lips as one of his hands slides lower, slipping between you, his thumb finding your clit again, rubbing messy, slippery circles as he thrusts into you harder.

The heat coils deep in your core, the filthy mix of his rough thrusts and his fingers making your knees go weak.

Your head tilts back against the elevator wall, your lips parting as you whimper, loving the way he’s using you, loving how desperate he is.

Austin groans, his head lowered as he fucks into you harder, pulling you tighter against him.

“I need this,” he mutters, his voice low, almost pained. “I need you.” He confesses.

You love it—love the way this powerful, composed man you’ve spent weeks tempting has finally given in. Finally fallen apart.

Finally let you ruin him.

His thrusts grow messier, more desperate, like he’s chasing something inevitable, something he can’t hold back any longer.

His fingers dig into your skin, his breath ragged against your ear, and when he presses his thumb into your clit, the pleasure crashes into you like a wave.

You cry out, your body tightening around his cock, your orgasm ripping through you as your nails dig into the curls at the nape of his neck.

The pleasure is too much, too sharp, and the way he keeps thrusting —keeps using you through it—has you shuddering in his hold.

He groans at the way you clench around his cock, his hands tightening, his movements growing erratic. He curses under his breath, his face buried against your neck, his body tensing as his own release hits him hard.

A soft, guttural groan leaves him as he spills into you, his grip crushing, like he can’t let go. He stays buried deep as his release pulses warmly through you, his chest rising and falling against yours, his breaths heavy against your shoulder.

The weight of his stress, the tension he carries in his body, finally slips out of him as he deeply exhales.

For a moment, he doesn’t move—he just holds you close, his lips parted, his breaths calming.

Then, finally, his hands smooth down your waist as he pulls himself back, carefully slipping his cock out you, slick and heavy, as he tucks it away.

“I’m reserving a luxury suite for us this weekend,” he says, his voice rough and wrecked as he fastens his belt—but it’s not a question. It’s not even a request.

It’s a command.

You pull your skirt down, still catching your breath, your eyes heavy with satisfaction.

“Is that part of my raise?” you tease, your lips curving into a grin as you glance up at him.

Austin huffs a soft laugh, placing one hand on the wall beside you as the other grazes your chin, his touch soft and affectionate, his blue eyes locked onto yours.

“It’s a bonus,” he promises, his voice low and intimate as he leans in, his full, soft lips finally claiming yours.

His mouth devours yours, tongues sliding, breaths mingling, his lips moving over yours, savoring every second, like he never wants to stop.

He presses you back against the elevator wall, his body caging you in, his grip firm and possessive—kissing you, holding you—

Having completely given in to your temptation.

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bangtanhoesthings · 4 months ago

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Long ask.

Forgive me, this will be all over the place.

I have noticed that over the past few years the hate for the boys has been escalating particularly for Jimin, Jungkook and Joonie.

For Joonie, among other things, because as a leader, if they break him, they might break BTS. (Gosh look at him😭. Has me my man, my man, my man-ning all over the place like a dog in heat, it's embarrassing and a little concerning). Sorry, I digressed but look at him 😭😭😭, y'all don't thirst over this man enough. Woof! 🫦

Anyways, moving on.

For Jungkook, among a plethora of other reasons, because of the unrivaled, unmitigated global success he has had and continues to have (am so proud of my funky lil popstar ✨).

He came, he saw, he conquered. Kicked ass and took names. Ate and left no crumbs. Had them by the neck. Pulled up and shut it down (Somebody stop me 😭)

The way some army attribute his success to the 🛴 guy boils my blood, and that rage is for another day.

This post is towards Jimin.

Jimin's hate is both from outside and inside the fandom ( am not talking about solos, toxic shippers, mantis and the like) but people who claim to be 0T7.

I know that Jimin has had haters for years but the shady tweets I saw during the FACE and MUSE era from so called "ARMY" said a lot. Am not here to debate who is or isn't ARMY. That's for another time.

My question is, why does Jimin's success seem to be a sore spot for some 0T7s? The one reason I have been able to come up with is that Jimin sort of messed up the hierarchy system.

Let me explain and see if I make sense. For a long time, when people thought of the maknae line, no matter the order in which they ranked Tae and Kookie, Jimin was always the third one. Too many posts relegating him to the role of cheerleader and not much else. I saw posts before solo works commenced dismissing the idea that Jimin would ever release an album but would instead fully support the others. Well, he not only released two solo albums, but was also a composer, lyricist among other things, so they can take their opinion and smoke it.

When the solo era started, people had different expectations for what every maknae members would achieve but no matter the expectations, those for Jimin were that he would be third. Bronze medalist if you will.

FACE was released, Like Crazy got to number 1 and I logged off twitter. We were in hell particularly when it went from 1 to 45 after Billboard deleted over 100k sales and changed the rules (thank you Travis Scott for freeing Jimin and finally taking that number 1 spot). The hate from outside was expected, it was when it came from within the fandom that it hurt.

Fast forward to MUSE and it got worse. Sprinkle in a dash of Are You Sure and we have

Here I have a list of things I have noticed

1. An increase in the number of people talking about how they hate PJMs and how they are making them turn against Jimin. Honey, if a solo can make you dislike one member, you aren't sh*t anyway.

2. Dislike for Jimin disguised as dislike for his solos. If you haven't seen it, consider yourself lucky.

3. How sometimes ARMY came in droves when a member didn't achieve something but Jimin did. For example Spotify US. When a new song failed to enter but Jimin's songs increased ( during both LC and Who era).

4. His long run on the hot 100 has really revealed people's true colours. It's not his fault. Blame the fandom for their clear bias.

5. The number of ARMY accounts on X low key calling AYS fanservice.

6. Discourse on Jimin's ability to sing. I don't argue with stupid people.

I could go on and on but what I am trying to say is that in a perfect world, it would be wonderful if all the members had the same support from ARMY. The discrepancy needs to be addressed (caused by a multitude of reasons) but making it a member's fault and not the fandom is asinine.

I used to be a 1D fan and my favourite member to date is the least favourite and successful, Louis Tomlinson but that doesn't mean I hate on Harry, Zayn or Niall for their success. I wouldn't even know where to begin.

What prompted this you may ask? I saw a post talking about Jimin being the company and fandom fave and having special support. Like huh?

All in all what I am trying to say is that Jimin really shook things up and some people resent him for it. That one post (article?) about Jimin bringing out either admiration or envy keeps getting proven right.

Keep supporting this angel for a long and happy life.

What do you think are some other reasons for the increase in the 0T6 agenda against Jimin?

#jiminie #jimin #bts #jm #taehyung #namjoon #kim namjoon #bts rm #jungkook #jhope #jin #jikook #yoongi #bts suga #minimoni #seokjin #hobi

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barcameowski · 6 months ago

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user15: maybe it’s just a friend?

user16: im just admiring the sunset in the second picture, have fun being nosy

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yourusername: three of my favorite pieces from yesterday ✨

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pablogavi: 📸😍

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user1: ITS THE SAME BACKGROUND AS GAVISS POSTT

user2: the white dress is the same

user3: I don’t like u

⇝ user4: gavi doesn’t know you exist 🥰

user4: the camera makes everything look so pretty 🤩

⇝ user5: looks like she used the same camera for gavis photo

user6: they’re so “secreto” by karol g & anuel

yourfriend1: background is almost prettier than u

⇝ pablogavi: stop trying to steal her

user7: gavis reply to that girls comment 🥲🥲

user8: I bet they just met lol

user9: maybe it’s just a coincidence

⇝ user10: oh yeah because she just happens to be at the same place as him at the same time and hangs out with his sister

user11: I’m noting that the way to have a footballer fall in love with you is to become besties with their sister

aurorapaezg: que hermosa eres

⇝ yourusername: 💖

user12: the fangirls are so obsessed

user13: gavi dating an influencer is embarrassing for him 😃

⇝ user14: no it isn’t?

user15: and suddenly the second bird flew from the coop

⇝ user16: pedri next

yourfriend2: I know nothing 😇😇

⇝ yourfriend3: me neither!

⇝ yourfriend1: samesies !

⇝ pedri: yo tampoco !

user17: the comments of pedri and her friends 🤨

⇝ user18: pedri just wanted to join the trend

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pablogavi: 🙈

⇝ yourusername: 🙈

user1: the photographer was gavi 😭😖

user2: the dress is perfect 🤩

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user3: im in awe

user4: dayum gavi knows how to take photos

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user5: she looks like she smells good

user6: why does gavi communicate in emojis

yourfriend2: you can’t be human

⇝ yourusername: but i am? what are you taking about

⇝ yourfriend2: YOU DONT GET IT

user7: this reminded me to wash my hair and get out of bed

user8: princess leonor > her

⇝ user9: why do you people always have to bring her up? this post doesn’t have anything to do with her. she’s really pretty but her and gavi are never gonna be together, stop comparing

user10: that background is immaculate

⇝ user11: alright shakespeare or one of those like word makers

⇝ user10: huh?

⇝ user11: let me word that better, you word things like my great grandmother

user12: 🥰😍✨

user13: how prettttttttyyyy

yourfriend1: art

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aurorapaezg: más lindo pareja del mundo✨

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pablogavi: guapísima cómo siempre

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fleilikious · 1 month ago

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Does anybody fancy a Gale Dekarios? 🫦✨

Gale sketch… at work… oh how I fell in love with him so muj.

He confessed to my character and I just squeeled with my tongue out getting freaky…

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bernardsbendystraws · 25 days ago

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｡˚ ʚ Bubble .ᐟ Reader x Chris

P!LINKS — must be logged into X.

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Chris is an animal when eating you out 👅

“Lay on top of me while I thrust my cock into your pussy” 💦

Needs your tits in his mouth while you… 🤭

Pins you in place to make you cum over and over and over again 📌

Sometimes he cums just from watching your pretty ass grind on him 👀

Bitch, a fucking skateboard ?? 🛹

He loves pounding your ass 🍑

In your pretty little nightgown… 🎀

Keep it “cumming” 🫦

“I call this position getting pregnant” 🤰

Aftercare Extra: Chris loves to pull you in to cuddle closer ✨

A/N: Ummmmm so bubbles of cum…(queefing)

With love and big tits, Rose 🌹

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sizzlingcloudmentality · 16 hours ago

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for me?

Frank Castle x f!reader | wc ~1.7 k | explicit, mdni | ao3

summary: Frank's lap is the best place for dry humping and being fingered

warnings: no y/n, barely any plot except ✨they are fwb and in denial✨, making out while sitting in Frank's lap, dry humping until it's not, fingering (f receiving), Frank talking you through it, finger sucking because it's me, squint and you miss possessive Frank, affectionate smacks on the ass, petnames (pretty girl, 1x attagirl 🫦), hand on the throat but just for the aesthetics, pussy pronouns, dm me if I missed any, not beta'd because I'm rebellious

a/n: another drabble for my follower milestone event, thank you nonnie for requesting "and what do we have here?". i just need to ride Frank so bad, blame this month's ovulation. 😩 a big thank you and a smooch to @guiltyasdave for literally sitting with me while I was writing this 💛💛💛

There were too many feelings for something casual. For something to just take the edge of.

“You're needin’ me too much, pretty girl,” Frank says when he rests his head in your lap.

“We shouldn't meet this often, just makes things complicated,” you say when you put your stuff in a drawer he has emptied out for you.

“Can never make you happy,” he whispers against your forehead before he places a lingering kiss there.

Maybe you both turned blind to the obvious. Or just got comfortable in the coziness of your ignorance. Whatever it is, neither of you wants to stop playing pretend. Just friends. Just casual. No big deal. We can stop anytime, you both say, like addicts lying straight to themselves.

��Don't need you,” you murmur and climb into his lap.

“Don't need you either,” he replies, gruff voice polished all soft in the crook of your neck.

“Just want you.”

“Mhmm,” he hums, his hands roaming up your thighs to your ass and he pulls you deeper into his lap. Wanting you to feel him.

You learned quickly that there were hardly any boundaries for Frank's hands. What they wanted to break, they broke. What they wanted to rip open, they ripped open. What they wanted to touch, they got to touch.

“Frank,” you whine quietly, pushing back into his hands, dragging your lips up his neck and along his jawline. Whining again when his dark scruff burns on your lips. Yelping when he smacks you and kneads your stinging flesh.

“I know, pretty girl,” he mutters into your ear and nips your earlobe.

He knows. You see it in his eyes the moment before you start kissing. Making out, your hands gripping the backrest of the couch and the back of his neck. He knows you need him. Want him. Not just benefits and friendship.

“Jus’ like that,” Frank grunts, sucking your lip between his. His hands, unbounded in their will to unravel you, start pulling and pushing. Guiding you in your movements when you need no guidance. You let him move you willingly.

He drags you over all the hard parts, belt and bulge. He draws soft sounds out of you, soft and sweet, and he eats them right out of your mouth.

It's leisurely, rolling and rubbing against each other just for the sake of getting drunk on each other, desperate for the other one, hungry for the feeling of hot skin on hot skin. Frank waits until you whine his name, until you breathe more heavily from humping him like a desperate little thing.

He’s patient, he’s able to push his own needs aside, still a soldier, still serving.

“Touch me,” you breathe out with your lips swollen from his nips. Shaky from the relentless back and forth on Frank’s lap.

A finger slips under your top, then two and three fingers. You whine again because it is not what you want. But his nails scraping over your lower back are better than nothing. He shifts, pushes his hips upwards, spreading his legs even wider. He is so hard in his jeans. If you’d care to look down you would see a dark spot in the denim.

If he'd care to look down he would see a dark spot in your short, too.

You press down, in need of more friction when the slick in your panties barely lets you feel any. He grunts, fingers digging into your back and then slipping into the back of your shorts. With a handful of your ass he holds you in place and grinds up into you.

“No. Touch me!”

He grins when you whine again, another breathy complaint coming from you.

“'m touchin’ you, pretty girl. Feel that?”

You do. You feel his other hand slipping behind the elastics and fabric. His fingers connect one spot with another with a tender brush, zigzagging his way deeper into your panties.

“Mhmmm, and what do we have here?” Frank doesn't have to do much searching or probing, he can feel your arousal right on his fingertips.

“Is this for me?” he asks, his nose nudging your chin, making you look at him. “All this wet and just for me?”

You nod your head, unable to put up an act whenever he is like this, so sweet. “Yes,” you breathe softly, “‘s for you.”

“Thought so,” he murmurs, and you can feel each word rumble in his chest.

Frank looks at you, brown eyes flitting over your face. Your droopy lids, your lips ajar the tiniest bit with the tip of your tongue between your teeth. Your impatience shows with how your shoulders tense up. You're holding your breath. Waiting for the impact.

He dips one finger between your folds and smiles when you whimper. He adds a second finger, moves them back and forth, coating you and him with your slick. Curls his fingers, wedged tightly against your entrance.

“Frank,” you whisper and your muscles tighten even more. Ready to pounce. Ready to be pounced.

His hand, the one still on your ass, pulls you closer and onto his two fingers. Joint for joint Frank spreads you open until he's nestled inside you. Knuckles deep with your pussy clenching around him.

“‘s for me, right?” he husks and kisses your moan right off your lips when he pulls you back again with the handful of your ass. “She's just for me? Tell me, pretty girl.”

“Yes,” you whisper, your lips ghosting over his.

His fingers slip back inside you when he pushes you forward again. Frank grunts, satisfied with your answer and your slick walls gripping his fingers. “That's right, pretty girl.”

He's guiding your movements, just like before. Back and forth, letting you fuck yourself on his fingers. Allowing you to bite into the coiled muscles of his shoulder and neck when you want to go faster than he lets you to.

He knows you, knows where to push and rub, when to a third finger, only for a few thrusts, and when to leave you on the edge with just two of his fat fingers stuffing you.

With every tilt of your hip you grind against the heel of his palm, every cant bringing you closer. You tighten and clench, your hands grab for anything that is Frank. His arms or chest. Knowing he doesn't mind it when you forget about being gentle, when you can't really be anything else but gentle. Just desperate and aching, just for him.

“Need me so bad you gonna cum.”

It's not a question. It's a simple fact. Stated with a low hiss when your nails leave small halfmoon imprints on the taught skin of his arms.

What his hands want to break, they'll break. They will ruin and wreck as they please. And so it's three fingers again with the next thrust. Buried inside you, all the way to his calloused knuckles. Making you whimper and your pussy squelch.

“Gonna cum on my fingers? So needy for me you gonna cum all over my hand?” he asks, voice just as breathy as your moans.

Your eyes lock with his for a moment, and if your cunt clamping down on his three digits isn't already proof enough of how close you are, the look on your face is.

He curls his fingers, almost hooking himself inside of you, right where you need it and where only Frank manages to reach. You start rocking against his palm, pinned down by three fingers and just enough range of motion to rub your clit against his hand, coated with your arousal.

“Jus’ like that, pretty girl. Take what you need. Make yourself cum for me,” Frank groans and moves the hand from your ass up, higher, squeezing whichever of your curves he passes on his way to your neck.

And while you fuck yourself stupid on his fingers he gently wraps his hand around your throat.

Holding you up just slightly, holding you in place, holding you close to him. Holding your gaze.

Seeing your face twitch while he feels your cunt twitch. Seeing your eyes roll back when he changes the angle of his fingers and pushes into deeper, just a little bit, just to let you feel the stretch of his knuckles.

You moan his name one last time before you cum. A feral expression is edged into Frank's face now. The last thing you see is his tongue wetting his lips, then your vision turns white.

This is the part he loves most, seeing you letting go, just for him and only because of him. He loves the way your brows pinch together with each wave of your orgasm, loves the way you lose control of your body and are just held together by his hands.

“That's it, pretty girl,” he praises between his own groans, feeding you each one of them, right into your opened mouth. “I got you. You're doin’ so good for me.”

He's rubbing the heel of his palm to your sensitive clit until you start squirming.

“Frank, it's too much,” you whine, but Frank is not yet loosening his hold on your throat. He's still holding you in place, right where you belong. In his lap.

“Thought you wanted me to touch you? Ain't that right?” He chuckles, all rough and warm, like his hand between your legs, but then eases up. “Attagirl,” he murmurs and distracts you from pulling his fingers out of you with a harsh kiss.

A kiss that gets sweeter the moment a finger slips through your lips, followed by a second. You moan at the taste of your pussy, sucking Frank's digits deeper into your mouth.

“You're too greedy, pretty girl,” Frank says and pulls his fingers back only to lick the third one clean himself. “You're too needy, told ya.”

You roll your hips, knowing exactly that he is painfully hard.

“You're looking pretty needy, too, y’know?” you smirk, rocking against his bulge once more. Your move elicits one of his reluctant grunts from him.

“We gotta stop doing this,” Frank huffs, his hand already going from your neck to his belt buckle. “Ain't gonna end well.”

“Too many words,” you chide, working his fly open. “Too many clothes.”

You push your hand into his jeans, his cock hard and hot in your palm.

“Is this for me, Frank?”

thank you for reading, let me know how you liked it. i'd love to get some feedback on my first Frank fic <333

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rammington · 13 days ago

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he skipped his manicure for this👁️🫦👁️💅✨

Bro thinks he’s him when in reality he built like this /j

#smg4 #smg3 #smg4 fanart #smg4 tari #Tarbfish #Smg3 fanart #Smg4 clench

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k-hotchoisan · 1 year ago

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hi!! can i request a toxic “you were made for me” or “they’re trying to take you from me” smut with san? 🫦 head spinning knees bucking — also ur work is so amazing!! 🫶🏻

Oooooo okay this might be a little fun ✨

I usually don’t write toxic male leads but I’ve been a bit into the Saltburn rabbit hole, so Oliver has sort of activated a little obsession in me 🥳

Don’t worry, this work won’t contain too much weirdness I promise 😛

Enjoy. ❤️

angelholic

Synopsis: Well, if you haven’t realised it yet, then he’ll make you realise it soon enough.

Genres/warnings: smut, possessive/obsessed/calculating! San x clueless! Reader, jealousy, unprotected sex, it gets slightly rough, choking, pet name—“bunny”, dacryphilia, cream pies, corruption kink

Taglist: @bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff @choisansplushie @voicesinmyhead-rc @pre1ttyies @hwallazia

You watch as San fits on his black Angel wings over his half-assed costume, if you could even call it that. He’s just dressed in a white tank and black slacks, and in his own words “couldn’t be bothered”. You pout to yourself, thinking how lucky he is to have such a strong face card that he looked good in almost everything he puts on.

“Come here, bunny”, he gestures, once he fits the wings slightly better onto his back. You walk up to him, in your pretty little dress, ready for the mid summer party one of your friends has invited the both of you to. He pulls out a nice shade of pink lipstick in your collection, then his fingers graze your jaw gently before he tilts your chin upwards, unscrewing the cap with the tube in his mouth and swiping the wand onto your lips to transfer the pigment. Your heart races when he does that effortlessly, just like the way you met him for the first time at your campus library—trying to reach out for a book, and you felt his body heat radiating through the cold air conditioning, as he tilts the spine of the book and has it drop onto his big hands, before he hands it to you. He has that same look as he tells you to press your lips to transfer the pigment to your upper lips.

Now all you’re doing is staring at his lips, thinking to waste his efforts to smudge it his lips, his cock, whatever.

San has always been an attentive (and attractive) partner—it’s as if he’s always just a stone throw away from you, ensuring all your needs are met, showering you with endless affections. You couldn’t ask for anything better.

But throughout the relationship, you realise something—he’s clingy. Very clingy. Often times he would have his hands all over you if he could, as if it would be the very last time he would see you—his hands clasped around your waist, or arm, chest, wherever, before he suffocates you with kisses which inevitably most of the time ending up with his cock drilled in you. You find it nothing short of endearing though, even his best friends tell you that’s just the way San is.

When the both of you reach the huge mansion, you gawk at the size of the estate. San chuckles at the way your eyes widen, planting a soft kiss on your temple before he leads you by your hand to enter the mansion.

Upon entering, you scan the crowded hallway which contained a mix of both familiar and unfamiliar people, your grip tightening against San’s arm. Pricks of irritation bite San as he notices the amount of eyes on you, which he assumes that it could be due to the short summer dress you’re wearing.

He spots Mingi in the crowd and he approaches him. When Mingi notices the both of you, he whistles in approval.

“Damn, aren’t both of you stealing the show”, he teases after giving San a hug. San laughs in reply, entertaining Mingi.

“This reminds me of when the both of you got close after summer party Wooyoung threw”, Mingi reminisces as he takes a sip of his cup.

“Right. San was so out of it when I found him outside alone”, you giggled as San pouts at you.

“You definitely caught him at a funny time—pissed drunk and all”, Mingi teases as he takes a playful punch to the arm.

“Okay, listen, I like to pretend that I can take my alcohol alright? Not to mention, we already had met by then. We just got to know each other better”, San emphasises, pulling your waist closer to him as he nuzzles into your neck, making you squeal and Mingi roll his eyes.

You listen to their conversation, despite your wandering eyes. You eyes land on a classmate, and you tap San’s arm to get his attention. He immediately pauses and turns to you.

“Babe, I’ll catch up with you in a bit. I’m gonna say hi to my friends,” you say. San has a doubtful expression, but he nods and lets you slip away, turning back to Mingi and getting engrossed in conversation once again.

Ten minutes go by. Then twenty. The pricks San feels start to bother him, and he starts to wonder what’s taking you so long. His eyes drift across the room, in search of his partner.

His eyes land on you, giggling with a mixed gendered group of friends with a drink in your hand. Yunho has come by and has Mingi’s attention, so San excuses himself to walk over to you. His gaze pierces into you, as he watches the other male before you touch your shoulder as he laughs, and you entertain him, not bothering to swipe his hand away. San takes a sharp inhale, pushing past the people that crowded the area, drawing gazes by his sharp features.

You jump slightly when you feel a large arm curl around your waist. “Hey babe”, San whispers, planting a soft kiss on your temple before eyeing down the male individuals that stood before you.

“Are these your friends from your classes?”, San asks, giving them a nod with a bright smile plastered on his face. San has seen them before, around you, much to his dismay when he was sending you to your classes during your semesters, but he never bothered to get to know them.

“Yeah”, you reply, and you introduce them one by one to your boyfriend, with San extending his arm out with a smile, shaking each and every one of them, keeping their names in mind.

“So you’re the one dude who swept her off her feet by sharing an umbrella with her”, your male friend teases. You laugh in response, your hand covering your mouth as you do. San raises an eyebrow.

“Definitely sounds like fate—her umbrella breaking out of all days and suddenly San comes in to the rescue”, a female friend points out, chuckling as she sips on her drink. “That’s some k-drama type of bullshit. What’s your secret?”

“No clue. I think he probably fell from the sky or something”, you reply.

“You definitely caught some gazes when you were waltzing in with y/n, too”, another one chimes in, eyeing your partner. You roll your eyes playfully as you feel San squeeze your waist playfully.

“Then again, y/n had her fair share of stolen glances when she walked in too”, another male friend adds, admiring your dress, which has San clearing his throat in slight irritation. He stares daggers at your naive peer, who doesn’t seem to get the hint.

San is scrolling through his phone absentmindedly, while you’re seating on top of him being entertained by your friends. Your peers notice the way his arm never leaves your body, but obviously don’t realise how he’s subconsciously eavesdropping your messy conversations.

Between the playful banters and sneer remarks, his irritation continues to rise every time he hears you giggle at a male friend’s lame joke. San thinks to himself that said friend should shut up instead of running his mouth like that. San’s jokes would definitely make you laugh harder—no fuck that—he doesn’t even need to make an effort to make you giggle, and he scoffs at the thought, while hugging you tighter to his body.

A little later, he’s getting restless, and he shifts slightly, leaning forward to whisper in your ear. “Gonna take more drinks bunny. Wait for me here. Do you want anything?” You shake your head, standing up to let him go and he walks off.

“Fuck. He’s really such a catch”, your friend reiterates, giggling playfully behind her palm.

“He’s pretty clingy, don’t you think?” Another adds in, and you glance over at San’s tall and big frame, caught up with talking with Wooyoung.

You turn back to your friend. “Really? I know his friends told me before but I think that’s just part of his charm, it’s kind of cute.” Your friend only shrugs in response. You pause and think about it. San has never shown you any side of jealousy or anything. Most of the time he ends up kissing your shoulders with his hands around your waist—a habit you’re basically used to at this point.

What you don’t realise is the way San casting you side glances, his grip tightening against his cup as he watches your friends pull you closer to them, their hands feeling your bare arms up and one of your male friend even leaning in to whisper something in your ear, making your eyes widen as you hit them on the arm, how their knees are bumping a little too much onto yours.

“-San”, Wooyoung’s voice snaps his attention back. San glances at Wooyoung, who has a concerned look on his face. “You seem distracted. You okay?”

San only shrugs it off with a laugh. “Yeah. Just didn’t realise how close she is with those bunch of people”, he replies, his mind now wandering how to just remove you from the irritating friend group holding you hostage.

“That’s good, isn’t it? At least you don’t have to stay by her side for the most part. They seem nice.”

San cocks an eyebrow. “Oh do they? I feel like they’ve been kind of hogging her a little too much tonight”, he says, keeping his tone neutral, despite the obvious tint of venom that hides in his words.

Wooyoung seems to pick it up a little, but he doesn’t push nor question further, settled on observing San’s body language. He’s always known San to be a pretty generous person—giving more than taking, and that’s how he has been during the course of the relationship with you ever since.

At least, that’s what Wooyoung and the rest of his friend group had observed. He lets the thought go as he watches his best friend leave to claim you once more, before Hongjoong comes by to pull him out of his thoughts.

San is seeing red. He sees red the moment your male friend has his hand slapping on your leg as he leans forward, laughing along with you. His drink is dumped haphazardly into the sink as he storms over to you.

The only person that should make you laugh and swoon like that is him. The only person that should be touching you is him. The only person you should be giving attention to is him.

The group’s laughter fades as San’s frame looms over you. You glance up at him, and he looks like Angel with those wings and the chandelier lights casting down on him. You are almost enchanted.

San plasters a smile, with nothing sweet behind it as his fingers curl around your wrist, before he pulls you out of the chair. You cast your partner a confused glance before he drags you away with him. You turn back, mirroring the confused expressions your friends hold, only able to cast an apologetic look before you’re attention is back on San, who’s fingers are now interlocked with yours as he leads you up the stairs to the second floor.

He reaches to a random door, knocks before he simply pushes the door open without much thought, and has you splayed on the bed in seconds. You’re still in a state of confusion, your dress hiked up to your thighs.

“San, wha-“ he barely lets you finish your sentence before he cups your mouth, and the sinister glint in his eyes never falter. He looks at you with lust and something else that you cannot quite pinpoint. But in seconds, under his strong gaze, you feel yourself turning into putty in his hands, eyes darting desperately from his eyes to his mouth to his eyes again.

“Bunny”, his voice sounding like honey, although his next words are nothing but. “Don’t you think you forgot about me?”

You blink at his words, still trying to make sense of it. “N-no. Weren’t you behind me most of the time?” You start, squeezing your thighs at the way he’s staring down at you. You’ve never seen him look like this before.

“Feels like you did”, he feigns a pout, however the emotion devoid from his eyes. “Looked like you were having so much fun without me there-“

He crawls onto the bed, inching towards you, and you pull backwards, your heart pounding in your chest. Your words are trapped in your throat, your brain unable to formulate a response when San is staring you down like that.

“-giggling, letting your friends touch you up like that”, he spits. You cannot tell if he’s angry, because you see his erection pressing against the fabric of his slacks, which he pays no attention to.

“Don’t you feel back for neglecting me?” He asks, his glare now holding a tint of melancholy. He looks almost pleading. But you still shift backwards as he continues to trap you on the bed, crawling forward until he has you completely under him.

He suddenly stops. Then lowers himself to the flare of your sun dress, scrunching the fabric up past your thighs, revealing your soaked panties, the colour matching your dress. He glances back up at you to meet your gaze.

“I think you need a reminder who you belong to”, he mutters, loud enough for you to hear, tugging the waist band of your panties, and leaving it somewhere on the bed.

“Look at you. Haven’t done anything, yet you’ve soaked your pretty panties. Naughty.”

That does nothing but let a fresh coat of slick paint your pussy after spitting it out.

“San…” you pant, your fingers trembling as he pushes your dress up further, high enough for his lips to meet your pussy but low enough that you can’t see him right there.

You gasp when his tongue presses against your wet cunt. And the real hell starts when the begins flicking his tongue against your clit, stimulating the bundle of nerves over and over again, ignoring your cries to stop, if not, only going faster, holding your thighs open while he laps up all of your juices.

Your mind is completely blown as your cunt continues to build from the pleasure from San’s tongue. Your hands fly to tangle into San’s locks. There’s something so perverted about having your lover dressed up as an angel, lapping your pussy up like a starved individual, under your dress. It only drives you further to the edge.

Your orgasm is just dangling from you, building and building. Your breath heavy and shallow, whines and whimpers in begs for your partner to let you release.

Then a choked sob when he leaves you high and dry, your cunt so wet and pathetic now that the section beneath you is starting to stain with your arousal, your orgasm completely ripped from you.

“Baby. Please…”, you beg, your cunt wildly convulsing, begging for release that’s just trapped at the edge.

“Are you gonna behave for me, Bunny?” San simply asks, towering over you as he licks your arousal that coated his lips.

You nod, your thighs and arms twitching every few seconds, as you attempt to regulate your breathing.

Which all becomes completely useless when he plunges two fingers into your cunt so easily, and your thighs twitch from the overstimulation despite the lack of orgasm, a sobbed moan cracking from your lips as your eyes roll back. His fingers always stuffed you so full. Not enough, you think in your filthy head. Not enough.

“Answer me, bunny.” San hisses, intentionally missing the spongy spot he knows would break you in an instant.

You’re close to tears, forcing yourself to look up at the male with the angel wings before you.

“Yes. I’ll behave, Sannie”, you whimper.

San’s glaze softens slightly as he aims at your pretty little sensitive spot, his thumb rubbing your clit at the same time.

“That’s my good girl. Do you think you deserve to cum?” He asks, stroking your jaw, watching your expression completely fall apart as he teases you poor cunt with inconsistent rubs and fucks, and you’re back to the frustration.

“Please let me. I’ll let you do anything to me, please. I wanna cum. Wanna cum so bad”, you’re begging again, your fingers pressing against his arm, almost clawing at him. That seems to satisfy him for now, since he fucks your g-spot over and over with his fingers while making sure your clit doesn’t get neglected, and you’re crying as the knot in your stomach completely snaps, squirting and creaming all over your dress and the bedsheets beneath you as San ensures you ride your orgasm as long as you could. Your moans become sobs, you swear someone can hear you, but at that point, you were to blissed out in pleasure to care.

This has never happened in your relationship before.

You watch him with hooded lids as he slides his slacks off, leaving his cock to spring out proudly, angry and red.

San shifts and then has his cock right at your face. His fingers slide into your hair, grabbing a handful of it.

“Suck.”

There’s something sinful about getting your face fucked by San in Angel wings, which you cannot deny was turning you on so much that you’re growing dizzy, especially at the way he’s tugging your hair and stuffing your throat full of his cock. Your muffled moans as you try to accommodate his length only fails as you gag, the pool of precum and spit leaking past the corner of your lips and staining more of your dress.

San pulls out from your mouth. He’s not interested in cumming down your throat tonight. His cock is now even harder, covered in your spit and his precum.

He yanks your dress off, leaving you completely bare for him.

“Such a pretty view. My pretty bunny.” He admires your nudity before him, latching his tongue onto your collar bone, trailing down to your tits, as he gives both a nice suck and lets hickeys bloom all over chest and neck, leaving you shaking and whimpering in his wake.

He swiftly shifts positions, and you’re straddling his lap, as his fingers on your jaw pull you towards him, and he feels you melt into the passionate kiss. He drags his cock against your bare ass and back, and you whimper, wanting him to just fill you up right now.

“Need you to fuck me now. Can’t take it anymore”, you whimper, trying to slide his cock into your hole, but San holds your thighs still.

“You said you’d behave for me, right bunny?” San reminds you again, and you nod frantically.

He pulls you into a hug, letting your body weight press onto him as he angles his cock to your hole, pushing his girthy length in, letting your cries play in his ear as he stretches you out.

“Oh, bunny. Can’t you see that I’m made for you? Made to fuck this pretty little tight hole of yours”, San hums in your ear as he lifts you, watching your eyes completely roll back as his cock completely sinks in you. His fingers run along your thighs as he feels them twitch, before he looks back up at you.

He doesn’t need to say anything—you’re moving on your own, grinding, then bouncing on his cock, San’s pretty face contorting as you fuck his cock, and your mind completely blank as you let him fuck your insides. More cream starts forming on his cock as you lift your hips, only to slam down once more to engulf your pretty boy’s cock.

“You’re mine, bunny. No one can make you feel this good. No one can fuck you this good”, his voice barely processing in your head, not when he has his cock completely buried inside you, obliterating any ounce of rational thought left in you. You feel yourself clench around him, and a low groan emits from the male beneath you. He knows you’re close.

Yes. He’s right. You’re his, and only his. It fucks you up that no one is gonna make you feel this good. No one is gonna fuck your hole as perfectly as San. No one’s cock is as good as his.

San knows he’s ruined you for anyone else, and he hides that satisfaction with another thrust into your abused cunt, drawing out more broken moans from you.

“Gonna cum again…” you sob, your pussy fluttering once more as you let yourself go all over San’s cock. He only encourages you to keep going—to keep sucking him in as you continue to fall apart. It’s only seconds more before his high pitched moans follow, then warm cum filling you up all the way. You’re crying his name over and over, and San has his hands cupping your cheek, wiping your tears.

But he’s not done with you yet.

He gingerly carries you off him, watching your eyes widen as his cock pulls out of you, with San’s cum dribbling out of your pathetic hole. Your head hits the pillow and you relax a little, barely a few seconds before San slides his cock back into you from behind, displacing more of his cum with dirty wet squelches.

“You’re still so fucking tight even after letting me cum so much inside of you”, you feel him smirk at your ear. “Do you want another load, bunny?”

“More, please. I’ve been so good. I can take another”, you beg, so fucking out of it by then, so fucking cockdrunk. He has both his arms around you—one holding your hands back, the other curling around your neck, pretty much choking you out while he drives his cock in and out of you, watching you completely go dumb as the words that leave your mouth are complete incoherent moans. But he knows you feel so good.

“Such a good bunny. That’s my pretty girl”, San’s voice buzzes in your ear. Your third orgasm comes without much of a warning—like fireworks that burst beneath your eyelids, your vision blurring from the mind blowing pleasure. You’re pathetic—jerking helplessly as your orgasm overwhelms you on top of the overstimulation, creaming uncontrollably around San’s pulsing cock.

“Here’s your load, bunny. All for you”, San hums, his hips drilling into you mercilessly before he stills into you, his second load filling you up once more, his moans at your ear making your thighs tremble. It’s so much, but you hear yourself begging for him to just unload it all in you.

You don’t fucking understand how he’s able to release another full load into your tight pussy for the second time, but fuck, there’s no point thinking right now, not when your body is just buzzing from your high, and when he just bred you two fucking loads full.

Your strength dissipates, but you still find it in you to turn to face him, after he pulls out, letting the thick stream of cum dirty your inner thighs, to nuzzle against his chest as he draws gentle circles on your back with his warm fingertips.

His lips press gently onto the side of your head as he soothes your thighs, making sure you’re leaning into him as you attempt to fight the sleep.

The moment Choi San laid his eyes on you, it made something tick in him. He’s never felt this way before, and the more he finds himself thinking about you, the more he craves your presence, especially when you run over to his friend group—apparently you met Wooyoung first, and when you greet him with a bright smile, he feels his mind shut off.

And that was why he orchestrated his coincidental meet ups with you.

All of it.

He asked the librarian about you, and despite the fact she vaguely tells him that she doesn’t remember how you look like, the offhanded comment about who she thinks is you coming by from 2pm onwards on most Tuesdays was enough information to conjure an encounter with you.

He finds out the book you’re looking for, and shifts it at a higher section of the shelf, then swooping in to retrieve it for you when you’re evidently struggling to get it yourself. That already helps to plant something in your head, especially as a first meeting.

The party Wooyoung organised was a blast, even though you didn’t know everyone else there. You had left your group of acquaintances for some fresh air, and spotted a particular male hiccuping against the swing, away from the main party. Upon closer examination, it was indeed the male who had helped you with retrieving the book you wanted. His face is completely flushed, his fingers barely holding onto the beer can.

He seemed to notice your presence, his gaze locking onto yours.

“San, right?” You ask. San tilts his head.

“Who’s asking?”

You stifle a giggle.

“Me. I was just making sure.”

He returns a pretty tipsy smile. “Right. You’re y/n, aren’t you?” You nod in reply.

“No one’s sitting here. Don’t be shy”, he gestures. “The fresh air feels nice.”

“Are you drunk, San?” You ask, soaking in the redness of his face, how eyes are shutting slightly. Despite all that, he still looks dashing.

“Maybe? I don’t know. I can take at least three more shots, I swear”, he proclaims to no one in particular. It makes you laugh. San stares at you with a pout. You let your smile linger a little more, and decide to entertain his drunken shenanigans deep into the night as you take sips of your own drink, your knees bumping onto his from time to time. At one point, his head leans onto your shoulder, his face almost nuzzling into your neck in his drunken stupor, talking about the conspiracy theories he was adamant in believing, making you laugh and refute him despite the way he’s turning you more redder than he is.

As he inhales your intoxicating scent, his eyes are wide open, sober since the beginning you found him.

On another day, when he reads through the weather forecast stating that it’d shower through the day, he watches you leave your seat at the library to the washroom, before he walks over and rummages through your bag, snagging your umbrella, and breaking it before he drops it back into your bag, zipping it before he continues to lurk around the bookshelves.

Sure enough, it pours. He watches you hastily pull out your umbrella, only for it to snap and fall apart, and the sheer panic that floods your expression.

He would walk up beside you, pulling his umbrella open, before your eyes meet his.

“Hey, it’s you again”, he’d gleefully say. “You alright?” His eyes are inquisitive, as he stares at you struggle with your broken umbrella.

“Ah, San!” You greet quickly. “Yeah, I think my umbrella’s broken.…and it’s pouring so much too.”

“You wanna share? This umbrella’s big enough for the both of us”, he suggests, watching in amusement as you blink.

“I can’t possibly do that… I’m going back to the dorms”, you reply with furrowed eyebrows in guilt for troubling him.

“Great, I need to make a short trip to the convenience store nearby. It’s not a hassle, I promise”, he assures with a smile. “And this for that night. For accompanying me.”

Your cheeks flush, and you nod, walking under his umbrella with him. Through the walk, he asks about you, his arm around you to prevent you from getting drenched. You insist to repay him back, and he playfully asks for your number so you can treat him to a cup of coffee on another day

One thing led to another—it started with the random texts and plans to meet outside, which gradually turned more affectionate.

Soon, he had his lips pressed onto yours one night when the tension between the both of you snapped as he sheepishly tells you that he likes you on a windy autumn evening.

But of course, his obsession only grows. Now, he just needs to make sure he gets rid of people who get in between the both of you.

Well, he doesn’t need you to know all that, not when he already has you all for himself.

San looks down at you, heaving softly against his bare chest, curled up against him. His hand absentmindedly stroking your hair, his eyes trailing the trail of bites he had littered all over your neck, shoulder, and tits.

You’re his, his, his.

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