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#SIR I LOVE YOU
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Taika Waititi + pointing to himself
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My grandpa really needs to stop haunting my dream
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obsessed with phil forgoing filler tweets every 10 days for becoming a phannie meme reblog account 
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FLA @ CBJ 12.10.23
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Amazing to me that Kenny avoided social media for so long just to join and become the undisputed king.
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OH MY GOD ‼️‼️
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sanjoongie · 2 years
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Privilege
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ღPairing: San x Me, I (1st POV)
ღGenre: Fashion Designer! San × Model! Me
ღWord Count: 2,073
ღWarnings:  light touching and teasing, pain kink, grinding, up against the wall sex, rough sex, spanking, g-spot orgasm, squirting, male and female orgasm
ღRated: 18+ mdni, smut with no plot
ღSummary: I’m a model and I’ve fallen in love with San. San wants to give me the world but I want to work for it. So we find middle ground, somehow in the bedroom
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"Why are you leaving the bed?" San whined as his hands trailed along my hip as I got up.
"I have a shoot today, San," I replied while looking for my robe.
Pouty, bare-faced and sleepy, San blinked slowly. "For who?"
I rolled my eyes. "San, please."
San, quick and slick, wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back against his chest. His fingers played along the silk of my teddy on my thighs. "Who are you going to be wearing tonight, Babe?"
I couldn't help but smile to myself. San's love burns long, like an ember. "Ducky, I have to make money. I'm finally getting somewhere with my career."
San buried his face in the crook of my neck, voice muffled by my hair. "You should be the face of my brand."
I froze. In all my years, this was the coveted position to acquire. And I had slept my way to it? "San, no."
"Well, it may be too late. I've already done some talking and the lawyers are drawing up your contract already."
 "Choi San, are you fucking kidding me right now?!" I turned around, still enclosed in his arms. 
"What?" He frowned down at me.
"You don't think people will talk?" I raised my eyebrows at him.
"Let them talk! You're my muse. I've been sketching and all the designs are for you anyways. You're always on my mind." San bent his neck to kiss me.
I leaned back, out of the way of his lips. "You do not get to kiss me right now! What if I don't want to be the face of your brand?"
"You don't want to be my muse?" The utter sensitivity, the tangible worry coating his voice, pulled at my heartstrings.
"I don't want people to think that the only reason I became the face of your brand is because I let you fuck me."
San crooked an eyebrow at me. "You let me fuck you?"
"Be serious!"
"I am. You inspire me. I don't care if it's love or if it's you. This entire line will be for you. Now. Who are you wearing tomorrow?"
I pecked San chastely on the lips. "Wouldn't you love to know."
San roared and buried his face in my stomach. I squealed with laughter. "Okay okay, it's Hongjoong."
San stopped tickling me and peered up at me through his eyelashes balefully. "Are you serious?"
"I am. Hongjoong has some serious sway as a designer and as an activist. If he wants me modeling his clothes for a marketing campaign, I want to do it. It's an opportunity of a lifetime. I couldn't say no to that!"
San sighed heavily, chin still on my stomach. "Fine. That makes sense. But you should know, I'm really jealous."
"Gee, you think?" I said, mocking him.
"And that means," San did not break eye contact as he put his arms under my thighs and brought his mouth close to my core. "I should send you off with something to remind you of me."
I gazed down the length of my body, well aware of which parts of mine were bruised and which parts had been bitten. "I think you've left plenty of reminders all over my body from last night."
San protested, "But that was last night!"
I disentangled myself from San and scooched to the side of the bed once more. This time I was able to slide my feet into my slippers and dance out of San’s reach before he could ensnare me once more. He smiled in happiness, just enjoying the game of it all. Silly man.
People had already been talking about our sightings in clubs, in art museums, in Milan. We were seen everywhere and always together. Neither of us had been on social media for a month and it was driving everyone mad with curiosity. Currently we were held up in San's modern and luxurious condo in the city we lived in. We didn't want to talk to the world about all the reasons they thought we shouldn't date. We just wanted to be together.
But, bills must be paid and when Hongjoong sent emails, it was important for me to at least respond to them. I couldn't afford to burn that bridge but I also knew how jealous San would get. He wouldn't stop me; San trusted me. But there would be payment extracted for this.
Hongjoong’s shoot was long but amazing. The clothes he dressed me in fit like a dream. The cause was good and Hongjoong knew how to make me look gorgeous. It was an amazing experience but after ten hours, I was ready for a long soak and an even longer sleep.
That was not in my cards.
One step into the loft and San had me pinned against the back of the door. "San, really?"
San tucked his face into the crook of my neck. "I've missed you all day." 
I patted his soft hair reassuringly. "I know, Ducky, but can't I take my shoes off at least?"
"No, that's my privilege." Without another word he was kneeling down and helping me step out of my heels. His hands travel down my calves and gently cup the heel of my foot.
"And my jacket?" I laughed.
"Also my privilege." San took a step behind me, running his fingers under the lapel of the blazer and finally pulled my jacket off my shoulders and down my arms.
This had become a game to him, again. I was honestly fine with San seducing me into bed. At least I knew I'd sleep after the glorious climax.
I sighed, turning around and leaned up against his chest. "What in the world did I ever do to deserve you, Choi San?" 
San raised his hands to cup my face in them. “You're my muse, you simply had to exist. Now, let me refresh my memory. There’s a sketch I’m stuck on because I couldn’t recall how tiny your waist was.”
“If your plan was to ply me with compliments until I let you have your way with me,” I mused, “It’s working.”
San picked me up and I had no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist. "Will you let me love you then? I've been waiting all day."
I kissed him on the nose. "It would be my privilege."
He kissed me with my arms around behind his neck. They were lingering and savory and I could tell he wanted me to feel every second of it. His eyes remained studying me, like he had to commit back to memory what my face was like. He leaned in to kiss my jaw, down my neck, knowing full well if he went to my erogenous places, he could fast-start my libido. "Are you going to let me take my time?" He growled into my skin.
"Ducky, I'm so freaking tired--"
San's eyebrows furrowed, "I need you so badly. It's like if I don't sink myself into you, I'm going to go crazy." To prove a point, he grinded his lower half into mine and made my eyes roll into the back of my head. He was so fucking hard. "I need to reconnect with you."
I started to pepper his face with kisses. Underneath that intense gaze and sharp jawline, was a boy who just wanted to feel loved. It never went away and I never stopped enjoying feeding that beast. I kissed him fiercely, because I wanted him to know he was loved. I cupped his face with both of my hands, using my legs to leverage myself so that I could grind back down on him.
His arms snaked up the back of my thighs to cup my ass, pushing the skirt of my dress further up my legs. I broke our kiss to admire the way his arms bulged while holding my entire weight. "Bed," I ordered.
San shook his head, smiling in happiness, "It's not close enough."
Before I could protest, he had me up against the bare brick wall of his loft, the edges digging into my skin enough to cause me to gasp. San smirked, knowing full well he was pulling out all my kinks. His body moved with the finesse of a man who had fucked me so good in the past. The two of us watched as we ground ourselves into each other. The corduroy of his pants applied some nice extra pleasure but I was very quickly ruining my silk panties. My fingers were grasping for the button of his pants, struggling to pop it. San didn't break eye contact as he held me up with one arm and reached between us to get the button, the zipper and pulled them down. I raised an eyebrow. "Commando, sir?"
San sent me a very knowing look. "The material feels good."
There was no time lost after that. San pushed his way inside of me, which usually with his girth would be an issue but I was wet, I enjoyed the stretch and I needed him as much as he needed me. My lips descended on his again, this time there was no finesse, we simply needed to be connected in as many ways as we could. My fingers were buried in his hair and his fingers were digging into my ass cheeks. 
"I missed you today," I said with a throaty whine.
"I miss you as soon as you close that damn door," San gasped as he didn't miss a single thrust.
My fingers tightened their grasp, having slight control of San's head. "Smack it."
I had a second to brace before his hand slapped my ass with an echoing noise. I groaned as he smoothed his hand over the red mark. The pain and pleasure was everything for me. "Other side," I commanded.
He did so, breath catching in his throat as I clamped down harder on him. "I'm going for that spot," He announced.
"Wait, San--"
"Come on," San cooed at me, "It's hot as fuck."
"It's embarrassing!" I whined, burying my face into the crook of his neck, but nodded that it was okay.
His hands held me in place, both moving down to hold onto my thighs so he could get his preferred angle. I could feel the tip of him moving against the spot inside of me. I couldn't help but cry out. The pace he took had me whimpering the entire time. His hips were thrusting against me so that his dick could brush that spot over and over and over. I could feel my climax building, the one that says I'm about to make a mess, but San wouldn't let me dwell on that. He left small kisses on my neck and then I was coming all over him. I could feel myself squirting against him, my walls milking him for all he's worth and it's not long before San is tossing his head back and shouting hoarsely. He rides both our highs slowly before the brick is digging into my skin a little too much.
"Sannie, we gotta move to the shower now. You're covered in my…" Embarrassment did not allow me to finish my sentence. 
San shook his head, smiling even though he's clearly tired. "Just give me a moment. I can be ready again soon."
"Soon?" I shout in confusion.
San refused to remove himself from inside of me even though he had grown soft. He kitten-licked the side of my neck and caused me to squeal because I wasn't expecting it. "I waited too long for this. One time is not going to be enough for me."
"Sir," I said, trying to pull away. San's hands were locked behind the small of my back. "Nope, not happening," he said, smiling back at me. 
"You're the only person I need," I sighed, sending a smile back.
"Maybe even the only fashion designer you need in your life," San insisted.
I burst into laughter and rolled my eyes, "Still not the same thing, San."
"But!" San couldn't help the pout that pulled at his lips. "Even though I made you the face of my company? My next entire fall/winter line will be for you. I will do it all for you."
"Maybe I'll think about it," I teased.
Spoiler alert, I didn't have time to think about it. There were two more rounds and an eat-in of wraps before round four.
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tomsf18 · 10 months
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Can’t wait to see ✨him✨ on the big screen next month 🥹
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meanderingmog · 1 year
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Just when I think I can't love him more, I realize he has a pokebed in his office.
I hc that when he's working long his Houndoom keeps him company
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localcapricosimp · 5 months
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YES YES YES YES
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MY HUSBAND!!! HE'S HERE!!!
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love-islike-abomb · 3 months
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Daddy in trunks just hits different!!😩😩
His thighs are so damn thick!!!🫦🫦
@reignsangel444 @acknowledge-reigns
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beauzone · 5 months
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literally got him in my first tenfold i’m so blessed
also this line has me in a chokehold
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marsmad · 6 months
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He always takes that little extra time, love him 😍❤️‍🔥😍❤️‍🔥😍❤️‍🔥😍❤️‍🔥😍
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guardian-angle22 · 1 year
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Paul in this episode was amazing and my paul stan era has risen to an all time high
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