Normalise not publishing AI fanfic content without mentioning it’s written via ai. I cannot stop people from using ai because they won’t but if you’re gonna use it grow some guts and be truthful about it. Ai stories are becoming more and more obvious once you start paying attention to the patterns and lowkey I’m soon going to call out writers who I feel use ai stories without mentioning it. You are responsible for your own choices and people should have liberty to choose to not interact with ai works.
if you write with ai you’re not a writer
Ai kills minds
Ai kills creativity
Ai kills polar bears.
Your ai work is part of the problem that the earth is in a water bankruptcy.
Your Tumblr fanfic popularity and AIwon’t get you water when the earths out of water
1. praising : man he’s such a sucker for praises. He loves being told how good he’s doing. He loves being a good boy.
2. Marking : you can’t tell me all that white skin and he doesn’t love it bruised up. He loves having your love bites and having everyone know he got fucked well. (bonus he probably is the person who purposely “subtly” shows his bite marks or back scratches and if someone points out he’d be like oops is that showing)
3. Blindfolds : underrated kink but I believe he would love being blindfolded and only can guess what you can do to him next by your sounds. Like the feeling of your sounds exaggerating because he can’t see you he lovessss.
4. Orgasm denial: he loves edging but especially when you explicitly tell him he cannot cum. Probably gets all red-faced overstimulated mess. Definitely jerks his hips involuntarily at a time begging you for release.
★ dom woozi thots:
1. Commanding : loves telling you what to do, where to touch, how to pleasure yourself. Includes telling when you can and cannot cum.
2. Overstim : especially with toys. Is the kind to buy multiple toys and sit with them all with you to keep you going multiple orgasms at once. Like you’re gonna be SORE in the best way. Definitely has his fav toys for you.
my dearest cuties 🫶🏼🫶🏼 I’ve moved from writing to creative artist work and only recently (30 mins ago) made an art account on Instagram which I would love if you guys supported. Not already but soon I would include posting svt fanarts and small animation videos which I hope a lot of you would love seeing. Other than that most of my work is between indian core or small animations or art in general if any of you is interested. I would love if y’all show support for a fellow artist and friend 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼
God he loves eating pussy so much. Getting you all needy holding you down with his strong fucking arms while he eats you out. He’s hard to satiate. His hunger is too much. He wants to eat you put in all positions. Starts with classic you on your back with your legs on his shoulder. He probably won’t even bother taking off your dress your underwear is barely off your ankles. You’d cum once expecting him to penetrate you but no he wants more. He’ll have you sit on his face (plus points if you’re a curvier woman because god does he love that weight on his face). He tongue fucks you in this position. He probably snickers at you when you squirt because baby he’s far from done. His favourite is you on your front lying down your ass raised up with your pussy right in front of his face. He’s all messy and spitty and noisy. I know he makes a lot of slurpy noises and mmmhn-s down there. Sometimes he’ll rut on the sheets while eating you out and even cum on the bed untouched.
pairing : student t.a.!lee jihoon x prof!reader synopsis : jihoon could use some extra college creds and he knows just the ay to get them from his favorite professor w.c. : 1.5 k tw : oral (f rec), power imbalance, unconventional relationships, semi-public, hair pulling, dirty talking
The university halls were quiet by the late afternoon, most students having already packed up and left for the day. Jihoon always stayed behind, though—he was the kind of assistant who went above and beyond, so when Professor (y/l/n) lingered to grade assignments after hours, he stayed to “help.” At least, that’s what he told himself.
Today, as usual, you’re sitting in your office, engrossed in the latest batch of midterms. The soft scratching of your pen against paper fills the silence until a quiet knock at your door pulls your attention up. Jihoon peeks in, eyes flicking down with an uncharacteristic shyness before he enters fully, closing the door behind him.
“Professor, you… need any help with grading today?” His voice is casual, but there’s something in his tone—a soft pleading you’ve grown to recognize. You look up over your glasses, raising a brow, your lips curving up at the corners as you notice his expectant expression.
“Jihoon, don’t you have a life outside these walls?” You tease, smirking as he draws closer, coming to stand beside your desk.
“Maybe,” he murmurs, scratching the back of his neck. “But I like it here.”
The tension in the air is undeniable, and Jihoon’s eyes flick to yours as he leans a little closer, resting his palms on the edge of your desk. “I was hoping I might be able to earn some extra credit… outside of my usual duties,” he says, a shy smirk tugging at his lips.
“Extra credit?” You tilt your head, the edge of a laugh in your voice. “How desperate are we talking here, Mr. Lee?”
For a moment, he’s uncharacteristically quiet, almost contemplative, as he lets his gaze flick down. “Desperate enough,” he murmurs, a boldness creeping into his tone as he reaches for the edge of your chair, spinning it just slightly toward him.
You glance down, aware of the implicit invitation, and arch a brow as he sinks to his knees in front of you.
“You know, I usually expect my students to ask a little more nicely,” you whisper, crossing your legs as you lean back in your chair, watching his eyes follow the movement.
Jihoon’s cheeks flush, but he doesn’t hesitate. “Please… Professor,” he says, his voice low, hands hovering just over your knees.
There’s a thrill that comes with making him work for it, the power in hearing him say “please” even though you know he’s holding back a smirk.
With a quiet hum, you give him a small nod, spreading your legs just enough to let him move between them. He takes off his thick-rimmed black glasses as his fingers slide up the smooth material of your stockings, brushing over the edge of your skirt, and you can feel him exhale softly, his breath warm against your thigh.
Jihoon meets your gaze as he tugs the fabric of your skirt higher, fingers lingering over the soft skin of your thighs, and you can’t help but feel a shiver as his touch brushes upward. You reach down, curling your fingers through his hair, giving it a gentle tug.
“Don’t get lazy now, Jihoon,” you murmur with a smirk. “Let’s see how hard you’re willing to work for this grade.”
He shivers under your touch, a faint grin flashing across his face before he lowers his head, his eyes never leaving yours until he’s positioned between your legs. His fingers slip under the hem of your skirt, nudging it further up until it’s bunched around your hips. he continues to pull down your panties with the stockings till they pool at your ankle, exposing you to his gaze.
“Better?” he murmurs, voice low, though you can sense the mischief in his tone.
You smirk down at him, tightening your grip in his hair as you tilt his head up. “I’ll be the one asking the questions here, Mr. Lee,” you respond, watching his eyelids flutter as he reacts to the firm tug. “You think you’ve earned the right to speak yet?”
He shakes his head, though his lips quirk in the faintest hint of a smile. “No, Professor,” he replies, that eager, obedient glint in his eye flickering as he dips his head lower.
You hum in approval, adjusting in your chair to get more comfortable as he starts, his movements careful and intentional. He takes his time, his breath warm and steady against your skin, and each soft brush of his lips and tongue is a tease against your thighs like he’s savoring every moment he’s allowed between your legs.
But patience has never been Jihoon’s strong suit, and after a few quiet moments, he glances up, his eyes dark with anticipation, almost as if asking for permission.
"Are you that eager?" you ask, your voice a soft challenge.
He meets your gaze, his lips already parted, and nods without hesitation. “Only if it pleases you, Professor,” he says quietly, a touch of reverence in his voice.
You tilt your head back, letting out a soft sigh as his mouth begins to move with more intent, laping at your pussy, his touch bolder now as he leans in fully. Each stroke of his tongue is measured, like he’s set on learning exactly how to make you fall apart under him. Your fingers tighten in his hair, keeping him close, and you can feel the way he shudders at the touch, clearly enjoying the control you hold over him.
“That’s better,” you murmur, watching the way he reacts to every instruction, his eagerness palpable as he continues to work diligently, driven by that need to impress you, to be perfect for you.
Minutes pass in a heated blur, each soft sound from him sending jolts of pleasure through you, and you can feel yourself slipping further into the haze he’s creating, his focus and attention unwavering. Just when you feel yourself reaching the edge, you tug on his hair, pulling him back for a brief moment, and he looks up, eyes wide with surprise.
“Not too fast, Mr. Lee,” you say, catching your breath. “Didn’t anyone teach you that good things take time?”
He nods, breathless, swallowing hard as he catches your gaze. “Yes, Professor,” he murmurs, his voice low, but he can’t hide the eager look in his eyes.
“Good.” You offer a small, approving smile and release his hair, allowing him to return to his work, this time more measured and careful. you stroke his hair, pulling him closer. "suck on the clit, Jihoon, don't just be greedy for my cunt."
Jihoon shivers at your tone and explicit language but follows nonetheless. he latched his pretty pink lips around your clit, sucking on it while looking at you with his lust-filled dark eyes. Your back arches, your thighs squeezing his face as the knot in your abdomen builds
Finally, as the tension builds to an almost unbearable peak, you let out a sigh, fingers tightening in his hair once more as you hold him in place. He seems to understand, focusing his movements until the last wave crests, leaving you breathless and sated, the world momentarily hazy around you.
You exhale slowly, letting your grip on his hair loosen as he leans back, gazing up at you with that same quiet, slightly mischievous expression.
“So… extra credit?” he asks, a hint of his usual humor returning as he wipes the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.
You straighten up, adjusting your skirt back into place as you lean forward, giving him a playful look. “If you keep that level of focus up, Mr. Lee,” you say, reaching down to tap his chin lightly, “you might just make the top of the class.”
He grins, standing up as he straightens his shirt, his own cheeks flushed as he brushes off his knees.
“Then I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, Professor,” he murmurs, his voice filled with newfound confidence as he heads for the door, glancing back over his shoulder with a smile. And as you watch him leave, you can’t help but smile to yourself, looking forward to the next “lesson.”
pairing : mafia boss!choi seungcheol x assassin!reader
synopsis : you have been assigned to kill the mafia boss choi seungcheol. unfortunately, he is not gonna be an easy beat/
w.c. : 1.5 k
tw : piv sex , unprotected sex , slight spanking , mentions of knives , sort of manipulation , sort of power imbalance , unaliving cheol in the end
The night was silent, the kind of silence that was heavy with anticipation. You perched on the rooftop of a tall building, overlooking the city's bustling streets below. Neon lights flickered, casting an eerie glow that danced with the shadows. The target was in sight.
Choi Seungcheol, the notorious mafia boss, was known for his cruelty and power. He was feared and respected equally, a man who commanded absolute loyalty and fear from those around him. Taking him down would be the pinnacle of your career as an assassin.
You had spent weeks tracking his movements, learning his routines, and understanding his security measures. Tonight was the night you would make your move. Dressed in all black, you blended into the shadows, your heart steady and your mind focused. You were ready.
Seungcheol was at his favorite club, a luxurious establishment that catered to the city's elite. You had timed your approach perfectly, knowing he would be alone in his private suite, away from his usual entourage. Silently, you made your way into the building, easily bypassing security.
The hallway leading to his suite was dimly lit, and you moved with the grace and silence of a shadow. Your hand hovered over the knife strapped to your thigh, the cold metal a reassuring presence. As you reached the door, you paused, listening for any sign of movement inside.
Slowly, you turned the handle and slipped inside. The suite was opulent, filled with expensive furniture and decor. Your eyes scanned the room, landing on the figure seated at the large, mahogany desk. Seungcheol looked up, his sharp eyes meeting yours instantly.
"So, you've finally come," he said, his voice calm and collected. There was no surprise in his tone, only a quiet acceptance.
You froze, your mind racing. How had he known?
"You're not the first they've sent," he continued, leaning back in his chair. His lips curled in a smirk and his eyebrows quirked. "But you might be the last."
"You're not an easy man to kill, Choi Seungcheol," you replied, your voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through your veins.
He smiled a predatory grin that sent a shiver down your spine. "I’ll take that as a compliment."
You took a step forward, your hand tightening around the handle of your knife. "I'm here to finish what others couldn't."
He stood up, his movements slow and deliberate. "And what makes you think you'll succeed where they failed?"
"I don't make mistakes," you said, determination in your eyes.
Seungcheol moved closer, his presence overwhelming. You could see the confidence in his eyes, the dangerous glint that spoke of a man who had seen and done things most could only imagine.
"You're brave," he said softly, his voice like velvet. "But bravery can only get you so far."
Before you could react, he was in front of you, his hand reaching out to grasp your wrist. His grip was strong, almost painfully so, but you didn't flinch.
"Let go," you demanded, your voice low and dangerous.
His eyes bored into yours, and for a moment, you saw something flicker in their depths. Curiosity? Admiration? Lust? You couldn't tell.
"Why did you become an assassin?" he asked suddenly, his grip loosening slightly.
You frowned, taken aback by the question. "Why does it matter to you?"
"It matters to me," he said simply. “You’re to pretty for a dangerous job like this one, sweetheart.”
"I don't have time for this," you snapped, rolling your eyes and him and taking a step back. "You're my target, and I intend to finish the job."
He raised an eyebrow, a challenge in his eyes. "Then do it."
You moved, your knife slicing through the air with deadly precision. But he was faster, his hand catching your wrist and twisting it, the knife falling to the floor with a clatter. He pulled you close, his other arm wrapping around your waist, holding you in place.
Your breath hitched, the proximity overwhelming. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, his breath brushing against your ear.
"You're a good girl," he murmured, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "But not good enough."
For a moment, you were at a loss. This close, you could see the intensity in his eyes, the raw power and confidence that made him so dangerous. And yet, there was something else there too, something that made your heart race and your resolve waver.
Without thinking, you leaned in, your lips brushing against his. It was a tentative kiss, a test, and when he responded, deepening the kiss, your world tilted on its axis.
His lips were soft but demanding, his hand moving to tangle in your hair, pulling you closer. You responded in kind, your hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the muscles beneath the fabric of his shirt. The kiss grew more urgent, more desperate, as if both of you were trying to drown in each other.
The rational part of your mind screamed at you to stop, to remember your mission. But the heat, the need, was too overwhelming. You wanted him, wanted to feel more of him, and in that moment, nothing else mattered.
Seungcheol broke the kiss, his eyes dark with desire. "You really want me, huh?"
You nodded, your breath coming in short gasps. "Yes."
He didn't need any more encouragement. His hands were on you, pulling at your clothes, his lips trailing hot kisses down your neck. You moaned softly, your own hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, eager to feel his skin against yours.
Clothes were discarded in a frenzy, both of you too lost in the moment to care where they landed. Seungcheol's hands roamed over your body, his touch setting your skin on fire. He lifted you effortlessly, laying you down on the plush carpet, his body covering yours.
His lips found yours again, the kiss hungry and demanding. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, needing to feel him, to be as close to him as possible. His hand trailed down your naked side, his fingers exploring and teasing your skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
"Tell me what you want," he whispered against your lips, his voice rough with desire.
"You," you breathed, your hands gripping his shoulders. "I want you."
He didn't hesitate. His hand moved between your legs, his fingers brushing against your core. You gasped, your body arching into his touch. He teased you, his fingers moving with maddening slowness, drawing out your pleasure. His teeth grazed over your neck, bruising hungrily and moving lower. His middle and ring finger scissored you open for him as his thumb harshly rubbed over your clit, making your hips jerk up.
"Please," you begged, your voice barely more than a whisper.
He chuckled softly, his lips brushing against your ear. "Patience."
But you didn't want patience. You wanted him, needed him, and you couldn't wait any longer. You reached down, getting a hold of his dick and guiding him closer. Seungcheol chuckled at your eagerness, before finally listening too your demands. Seungcheol groaned softly as he entered you, his movements slow and deliberate. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close, your bodies moving together in a classy rhythm.
Seungcheols hands gripped your thighs and hips tightly, leaving its bruise marks. You gasped and moaned as his cockhead hit deep inside you on all the right spots. When seungcheol was satisfied with this position, he manhandled you get on your hands and knees, chuckling proudly as he smacked your ass and entered you again. He kneaded your ass raw with his strong palms, making you gasp out his name louder.
You could feel the tension coiling inside you, ready to snap, and when it did, it was like a wave crashing over you, drowning you in sensation. Seungcheol followed soon after, his body tensing before he shuddered, a low groan escaping his lips. His cum followed in a string as he exited you slowly, falling over you.
There was a long silence and for a while the loudest sound was of the two of you breathing. Seungcheol kissed the lobe of your ear. “God was that amazing.”
You smiled, “mm, so good.”
You wiped the still warm dark blood from your dagger, sliding it back in its strap on your thigh garter. You put on your black dress back and look back at choi seungcheol’s lifeless body. What an idiot, you thought to yourself.
Men would be men, always. All it takes is one seductive move to get them on their knees. He had a great dick, and was a great fuck – you’d give that to him. But he was too much of an idiot for a mafia boss, killed so shamefully, naked and leaking in his private room at such an luxurious bar. You chuckle to yourself, thinking how his men would react to find their boss lying ass naked in the middle of the room, killed.
“I told you, seungcheol, didn’t i, that i intend to get my work done?” you speak out loud to the dead body as you put on your shoes, “i told you i don’t make mistakes.”
pairing : trainer!kim mingyu x reader
synopsis : the ever-increasing tension between you and your gym trainer, kim mingyu, finally leads to something more
w.c. : 1.0 k
tw : piv sex , unprotected sex , semi-public sex
a/n: potential pt 2 idea - local gym buddy jihoon walks in on one of your and trainer mingyu's "training sessions" and lets say he doesn't really mind joining
It's a late evening at the gym, and you've booked your regular personal training session with Mingyu. The gym is nearly empty at this hour of the clock, providing a sense of privacy. Mingyu greets you with a warm smile, his eyes lingering on you a moment longer than usual.
"Ready for a tough session?" he asks, his voice low and enticing. You nod, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. You can’t help but ogle at this naked biceps and built back as he walked ahead of you. Heavens, did you love his tight black tank top.
Mingyu starts the session with a series of intense exercises, pushing you harder than usual during your warm up and cardio. His hands are always on you, correcting your form, guiding your movements, and offering encouragement. His touch sends shivers down your spine, and you can feel the underlying tension building between you like always.
As you finish a particularly grueling set, Mingyu steps closer, his breath hot against your ear. "You're doing great," he murmurs, his voice filled with a mix of praise and something more primal. "But I think we can push you even further."
The next exercise involves heavy lifting, and Mingyu stands close behind you, his body pressed against yours as he spots you. His hands are firm on your waist, and you can feel his strength and warmth, his eyes staring at your figure through the mirror in front of you. As you complete the lift, he doesn't move away immediately, his hands lingering on your hips.
"Feel that burn?" he asks, his voice husky. You nod, breathless, and he chuckles softly. "Good. Let's take a short break."
During the break, Mingyu hands you a bottle of electrolyte water, his eyes locked on yours. The air between you is charged with electricity, and you can feel the tension mounting. He steps closer, his fingers brushing against your arm as he takes the bottle from you.
"You know," he says, his voice low, "I've noticed the way you look at me during our sessions." His gaze is intense, and you feel a flush creeping up your neck. "I think it's time we address that."
Without waiting for a response, Mingyu takes your hand and leads you to a more secluded area of the gym, away from few prying eyes. He backs you against the wall, his body pressing against yours. "Do you want this?" he asks, his eyes searching yours. "Do you want me?"
You nod, your heart pounding, and that's all the encouragement he needs. His lips crash against yours in a searing kiss, his hands roaming over your body. The heat between you is undeniable, and you can't help but respond eagerly, your hands exploring his muscular form.
Mingyu's kisses trail down your neck, his hands slipping under your shirt to caress your skin. He pulls back for a moment, his eyes dark with desire. "You’re so hot, he murmurs against you skin and pushes your gym top up along with your sports bra, freeing your tits. Mingyu’s searching hands hold the flesh of on of your boobs, massaging it as he presses his mouth towards the other, leaving bite marks and bruises. You felt weak in the knee, your palm tight against your mouth to stop yourself from making the nasty sounds that slipped your tongue.
He lifts you effortlessly, placing you on a nearby bench. His hands work quickly to remove your workout clothes, his touch both firm and gentle. As he undresses you, his eyes never leave yours, the intensity of his gaze making your pulse race as you completely bare in front of him.
Mingyu takes his time, his hands and mouth exploring every inch of your body. He knows exactly how to touch you, how to build the tension until you're practically begging for more. His dominance is tempered with care, making sure you're comfortable and enjoying every moment. He coats his fingers with his spit and slips them between your legs, proding at your heat. “Open up, sweetheart,” he mutters and you spread your legs for him, giving him access. His fingers are experimental, finding your clit, finding your entrance, stretching and opening you, and seeing how far can you go for him. Once satisfied with your stretch, mingyu finally releases his cock from the confines of his gym shorts, lining it with your cunt.
When he finally enters you, it's a slow, deliberate movement that leaves you gasping for air. Your eyes roll at the back of your head as you feel his big length stretching you with a sting. You can almost feel his length in your throat. He sets a rhythm that drives you both higher, his control unwavering. The gym fades away, leaving just the two of you lost in each other.
“You’re such a good girl for me,” he groans, placing a palm under your head, his pace steadily increasing. The praise does more than a little, the pit in your lower abdomen tightening. The intensity builds until you can't hold back any longer. Mingyu’s finger find their way back to your pussy, playing and rubbing at your clitoris. Mingyu's name falls from your lips like little desperate whimpers as you reach your peak, your body shuddering with pleasure. He follows soon after, his movements becoming more urgent as he finds his own release until he is cumming ribbons of white over your stomach after pulling out just in time.
He holds you close as you both come down from the high, his touch gentle and reassuring. "You did amazing," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I knew you had it in you."
The two of you lie together on the bench, basking in the afterglow. Mingyu helps you clean up and get dressed, his hands tender and caring. He makes sure you're comfortable, offering you more water and making light conversation to ease any lingering tension.
As you prepare to leave, he gives you a knowing smile. "Same time on Saturday?" he asks, his eyes twinkling with a promise of more than just training. You nod, feeling a warmth spread through you at the thought.
coworker seokmin who always goes out of his way to help you with your tasks, even if it means staying late at the office.
coworker seokmin who brings you coffee every morning, knowing exactly how you like it.
coworker seokmin who shyly leaves cute notes on your desk with encouraging messages or nerdy jokes.
coworker seokmin who nervously fumbles with his glasses whenever he talks to you, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink.
coworker seokmin who recommends you his favorite books, movies, and games, always excited to hear your thoughts on them.
coworker seokmin who organizes the office trivia nights and always hopes you'll be on his team.
coworker seokmin who stammers a bit when he tries to ask you to lunch but beams with happiness when you say yes.
coworker seokmin who tries to impress you with random facts and his knowledge about various subjects during breaks.
coworker seokmin who secretly takes candid photos of you during office events, cherishing those moments.
coworker seokmin who can't help but imagine what it would be like to kiss you when you lean close to look at something on his computer screen.
coworker seokmin who occasionally lets his mind wander to thoughts of you while he's alone in his office, feeling guilty but unable to stop.
coworker seokmin who fantasizes about late-night work sessions turning into something more intimate, the office empty except for the two of you.
coworker seokmin who gets flustered and a bit aroused when you touch his arm or shoulder during conversations.
coworker seokmin who dreams of being brave enough to confess his feelings and sweep you off your feet, imagining how you might react.
coworker seokmin who imagines what it would be like to feel your touch, your kisses, and your body pressed against his.
coworker seokmin who sometimes has to take a moment to compose himself in the restroom after a particularly close interaction with you.
coworker seokmin who fantasizes about what it would be like to have you all to himself, exploring every inch of your body with his touch and tongue
coworker seokmin who thinks about how he would love to hear you moan his name as he would pound into youlike an animal in heat.
coworker seokmin who daydreams fucking you all night long, both of your bodies tired but lust still unfulfilled as you explore all the positions in bed
coworker seokmin who imagines how your reaction would be to his muscular body under his office formals, of how you'd ride his abs and how he'd hold you up by his built arms as he ate you out like that his last supper
coworker seokmin who is brought back to reality when his boss slammed a file of papers to be crosschecked.
(tw! toxicity ;; i remember getting an ask for this but can't find it now sorry op :p)
toxic bsf minghao who constantly undermines your other friendships, subtly convincing you that no one understands you like he does.
toxic bsf minghao who makes you feel guilty for spending time with other people, reminding you of all the times he’s been there for you when others weren’t.
toxic bsf minghao who often "jokes" about how you’d make the perfect couple, but his eyes hold a seriousness that makes you wonder if he’s actually joking.
toxic bsf minghao who is overly critical of anyone you show romantic interest in, finding flaws in them that you hadn’t noticed before.
toxic bsf minghao who always seems to know more about your life than you’ve told him, making you suspect he’s been snooping through your messages or social media.
toxic bsf minghao who frequently crosses physical boundaries under the guise of friendship, like holding your hand or hugging you a bit too long, making you question your feelings.
toxic bsf minghao who manipulates situations so that you end up alone with him more often, subtly sabotaging group plans or making others feel unwelcome.
toxic bsf minghao who gets overly jealous and possessive when you mention new friends or potential romantic interests, masking it as concern for your well-being.
toxic bsf minghao who showers you with gifts and attention whenever you seem to be pulling away, making it difficult for you to cut ties with him.
toxic bsf minghao who acts supportive and loving in public, but his demeanor shifts to cold and controlling when you’re alone together.
toxic bsf minghao who uses his charm and persuasive words to seduce you, making you feel special and desired in a way no one else ever has, and convinces you that he is the perfect man for you.
toxic bsf minghao who is incredibly attentive to your needs in bed, making sure you’re completely satisfied so you become even more emotionally and physically dependent on him.
toxic bsf minghao who whispers possessive words in your ear during intimate moments, reinforcing the idea that you belong to him and no one else.
toxic bsf minghao who loves marking you with love bites and hickeys in visible places, as a way of showing others that you’re taken.
toxic bsf minghao who becomes more controlling in bed, pushing your boundaries and being as much dominant and harsh on you as you can take of him.
toxic bsf minghao who insists on recording your intimate moments together, using them as leverage to ensure you never think about leaving him.
toxic bsf minghao who loves tying you up, spanking you and even some master/pet roleplay to feel the power over you.
toxic bsf minghao who encourages you to explore your fantasies and kinks with him, making you feel like he’s the only one who truly understands your desires.
toxic bsf minghao who eventually ends up as your boyfriend and sometimes makes you doubt if he really loved you all along or were you just a trophy for him to win against every other man.
producer jihoon who was shy the very first time he met you with your manager because, even apart from his general incapability to mingle with females, he found you extraordinarily attractive
producer jihoon who may have been cool and composed on the outside but had firecrackers in his head when he was told he'll be your semi-permanant co-producer for your music.
producer jihoon who suggest you two hang out more often so he can get to know you better and thereby make more suitable songs for your personality, except he really only wanted to spend as much time with you as he possibly could
producer jihoon who started taking gym more seriously than ever when he heard you say muscular men are your ideal type during an interview
producer jihoon who always brings you lunch and dinner whenever you are at his studio, especially your favorite junk foods which you wouldn't be able to eat in front of your manager due to your diet
producer jihoon who has an assorted playlist of all the songs that reminds him of you
producer jihoon who is internally bouncing in joy when you tell him how good a friend he is to you
producer jihoon who gets lost watching you sing in his studio
producer jihoon who streams your performaces and livestreams as often as he can, feeling pride and glee swell in his chest as you give him a special thanks for helping your music
producer jihoon for whom you are genuinely an inspiration because you inspire him with your personality, your pretty body, the things you do for/with him
producer jihoon who is as red as a tomato when you scoot too close to him while editing your music in his studio
producer jihoon whose dick twitches in his pants when you suggest adding some moaning sounds in one of your rather sensual songs as adlibs
producer jihoon whose job as a producer includes telling you that you don't sound realistic enough when you attempt to mimik your own sounds in bed
producer jihoon who, when you ask for suggestions, tells you that you could try touching yourself sensually if it would help, and even offer to turn around to give you that privacy
producer jihoon who is took by surprise when you tell him that he didn't have to turn around if he wanted, the lust in your eyes almost piercing through the camera in the recording studio as you look up at it
producer jihoon who, being a man as he is, takes full advantage, watching you strip out of your lower half and push your top up, taking a seat on the stool there and touching your most sensitive areas.
producer jihoon who records all the sounds you make, slowly stroking himself over his joggers and saves the recordings in one of his private files.
producer jihoon who loses his composer when he hears his name slip off your tongue between moans, and he gets up and barge into the recording studio
producer jihoon who you don't take as surprise as he starts kissing you aggressively with all horniness of a sex-starved young man (that he is)
producer jihoon who holds you up with one arm (thanks for the gym motivation) and takes you to the big white couch in his studio
producer jihoon who practically licks up every inch of your skin, telling you of how much you had been tempting and teasing him and how badly he's been wanting to do this
producer jihoon, prior to whom you didn't know how big of a praise kink you had, because your clit throbs at the way jihoon calls you a good girl
producer jihoon who has the best sex he's ever had, and he might have cum embarrassingly soon all over your stomach, though its fine because you came along with him.
producer jihoon with hom sex after work is now regular, whether its right there in his studio or at his big penthouse where he takes you sometimes
producer jihoon who is glad you ask him out soon because he doesn't think he'd ever have the balls to do that himself (doesn't matter how shameless and nasty he is in bed)
Hands and knees begging for hc of being flirty frenemies/ frenemies with benefits with Seungkwan
boo seungkwan as your frenemy with benefits
frenemy seungkwan with whom bickering is neverending. Literally.
frenemy seungkwan with whom flirting is also never ending
"ugh, you're so annoying! fuck you!"
"oh, I'd love that, please do."
frenemy seungkwan with whom you also fuck because they say hate sex is the best sex
frenemy seungkwan who fucks hard even though he looks like a softy
frenemy seungkwan who like to bite and leave hickeys as you whine and complain about others seeing them
frenemy seungkwan who abuses your tits and clit mercilessly without letting you cum, just to see you break down under him, making you more whiny
frenemy seungkwan who shuts you up by fucking your mouth first
frenemy seungkwan, as much as a mean dom beast he can be in bed, is totally opposite outside bed, a whiny sucky pouty boy
frenemy seungkwan who may fight with you all the time but if someone else teases you about the same thing he will be so mad at them and even fight them
frenemy seungkwan who gets pouty and jealous if you pay more attention to others
frenemy seungkwan who'll fuck you harder and rougher that night as a payback of you flirting with others
frenemy seungkwan who won't let you date anyone else even though you're technically "open" to relationships
frenemy seungkwan who doesn't realise that he is in love with you
frenemy seungkwan who refuses to accept that he is in love with you as his friends bring the said realisation to him
frenemy seungkwan who can no more meet you eye or fuck you like he used to now that he has come face to face with his feelings
frenemy seungkwan who is also too oblivious to realise that you are just as much head over heels for him as he is for you
frenemy seungkwan who finds himself fucking you extra passionately that night, kissing you and being more romantic than he ever is, too lost in his feelings
frenemy seungkwan who accidentally says i-love-you when he cums inside you, and freezes when he realises what he just said.
frenemy seungkwan who is about to run away in shame before you catch a hold of him and pull him for a kiss
frenemy seungkwan who is practically a red tomato as you confess how you feel about him as well.
boyfrenemy seungkwan who is believed by no one as he tells his friends that he is finally dating you, after watching the two of you bicker for 15 minutes for an ice-cream
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