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mpreg. why's he like that. MPREG. I'LL DO IT

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THERE IS NOT ONE REASON HE NEEDS TO THROWS IT BACK LIKE THAT

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Guys I'll start writing and posting again from Wednesday so so fill up my inbox till then! I was on a little break for exam seasons but I'll be free(er?) from wednesday

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So you just picked my death like that? CUZ I AM DEAD SERIOUS I AM TOO DELULU TO BE PUT ON THIS SHI ILL GET AN I OVERDOSE

Photos of woozi that give boyfriend energy

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Mr. Lee Pick-me Jihoon

No because Lee Jihoon in love is utterly the most pick-me, cringey, sore loser kinda guy. Jihoon’s got this whole complex about being the perfect boyfriend, but he ends up looking like the most obvious, over-the-top lovesick mess, convinced he’s the coolest guy in the world for it. He tries to play it smooth, like he’s effortlessly romantic and all-knowing about relationships, but it’s so clear to anyone with half an eye that he’s absolutely whipped—and trying way too hard. He somehow misses the irony every single time, basking in this self-made illusion that he’s doing the most “under-the-radar” job at being completely devoted.

It’s hilarious how he’ll throw himself into these “sacrifices” for you, like he’s some kind of knight in shining armor, going out of his way for the smallest things. Once, you casually mentioned craving a certain drink from a café clear across town. The next thing you know, Jihoon’s blowing up your phone with updates as he embarks on this “heroic” journey to get it for you, acting like he’s in some epic quest. He makes a whole show out of sighing dramatically when he gets back, sweat on his brow, handing over the drink like he just saved the kingdom, while casting you these little glances to see if you’re as impressed as he thinks you should be. It’s cringey and way over the top, and yet somehow endearing—because only Jihoon would turn a coffee run into an Oscar-worthy production.

Then there’s his obsession with being “different.” He’s convinced that he’s unlike any other boyfriend out there, a “hopeless romantic” who just gets it. The first time he tried to explain this to you, he looked off into the distance, like he was pondering some great truth, and murmured, “People these days don’t appreciate true romance, y’know? Not like I do.” You had to bite back a laugh as he continued, talking about how he thinks relationships should be full of little gestures and poetic love notes. He even tried to write you a letter once, but halfway through, he got embarrassed and tore it up because, according to him, “You deserve a better writer than me.” It was cheesy and melodramatic, yet something about his seriousness made you fall a little more in love.

And the fishing for compliments? It’s practically a full-time job for him. He’ll lean in close, adjusting his shirt or messing with his hair, pretending he doesn’t notice you watching him. “Do I look okay?” he’ll ask, like he’s casually inquiring, even though he’s practically holding his breath for your answer. If you compliment him, he’ll brush it off with a fake modest shrug, saying, “Oh, thanks, I guess…” But you know he’s about five seconds from grinning like a complete idiot and checking himself out in the mirror just because you called him cute.

But nothing beats his little sigh-filled monologues about how deeply he loves you, how his feelings are almost too much to handle. It could be the simplest moment—like the two of you watching TV on the couch, or walking through the grocery store—and suddenly, he’ll stop and say, “You know, loving you… it’s like… it’s almost too much. I don’t think you understand how intense it is.” He’ll shake his head, all serious, as if he’s grappling with this grand, tragic love, and you have to stifle your laughter because he’s acting like a main character in a soap opera. But he’s deadly serious, as if his heart can barely hold the enormity of his feelings.

Whenever he’s feeling insecure, Jihoon has this self-deprecating move he pulls, fishing for reassurance in the most obvious way. He’ll sigh and mutter, “I mean, I know I’m not like… the coolest boyfriend ever or anything…” trailing off and casting side glances at you, waiting for you to tell him he’s wonderful. When you finally give in and reassure him, he tries to keep a straight face, but you can tell by the way his shoulders relax that he’s basking in it, practically glowing under your validation.

What’s really priceless, though, is how he’s convinced that being with you makes him the luckiest person alive, and he’ll say it to you at the most random moments. “Do you realize how lucky I am?” he’ll whisper, even if you’re just brushing your teeth next to him. “Seriously. I don’t think I deserve you.” He’ll shake his head like he’s some tragic, noble hero, sighing in contentment as he gazes at you. It’s such a ridiculous, earnest display, and yet you can’t help but adore him for it.

In the end, Jihoon’s trying way too hard to be this ideal boyfriend, failing miserably at being subtle, and somehow landing squarely in “adorable loser” territory. He’s clueless to how transparent his little “cool guy” persona is, blissfully unaware that you can see right through him. But in a way, it’s what you love about him—he’s just so unapologetically and awkwardly in love, and while he thinks he’s fooling everyone, you wouldn’t have him any other way.

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i hope that after everything that’s happened the last few weeks from new jeans’ livestream, hanni at the national assembly, the leaked hybe reports to now seungkwan’s letter, everyone realises that hybe NEEDS to be boycotted. they are overworking and making these idols suffer so they can fill their own pockets and that includes the pocket’s of hybe america’s zionist & islamaphobic ceo scooter braun. PLEASE boycott, stop mass streaming, stop buying albums and merch don’t give those ceo’s more money while they continue to just mistreat these idols

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l.jh — for the extra creds

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.”

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SIR LEME GOLD IT FOR YOU

not to be horny mid day but yall see it too?? I AM A WOOZI BIG DICK TRUTHER!!

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l.jh — for the extra creds

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.”

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I'm right there on my knees getting the dick treatment I'm jus hidden very well <3

i know, i am standing right after you in the line for that

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Cock so big made the ass look flat

not to be horny mid day but yall see it too?? I AM A WOOZI BIG DICK TRUTHER!!

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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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c.sc — sex is the real weapon

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.”

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k.mg — lift a 50 score a 100

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.

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not to be horny mid day but yall see it too?? I AM A WOOZI BIG DICK TRUTHER!!

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NEED BOOZI TO DROP THAT DICK CHOREOGRAPHY

not to be horny mid day but yall see it too?? I AM A WOOZI BIG DICK TRUTHER!!

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lee chan as your personal dance instructor

Instructor Chan who maintains eye contact through the studio mirrors, smirking each time your gaze locks onto him.

Instructor Chan who slides his hands a bit lower than necessary when guiding your form, lingering with a knowing grin.

Instructor Chan who whispers instructions low and close to your ear, letting his breath ghost over your skin.

Instructor Chan who "corrects" your posture by pressing his body to yours, justifying it as all part of the learning process.

Instructor Chan who leans close, barely an inch away, and tells you to “focus,” despite how distracting his touch feels.

Instructor Chan who pauses to compliment your moves in a voice filled with pride, but with a glint of desire in his eyes.

Instructor Chan who grabs your hips to demonstrate a move, his fingers digging in firmly, making it hard to think straight.

Instructor Chan who lets his hand trail just a bit too slowly down your back when he’s showing you the finishing pose.

Instructor Chan who gets so smug after getting you so flustered after every class.

Instructor Chan who corners you against the mirror the moment you give in to him, his eyes dark with intent, hands slipping down your waist as he murmurs how long he's wanted this.

Instructor Chan who plays the studio music just loud enough to muffle your sounds, each beat syncing with his movements.

Instructor Chan who flips you around and enters you from back, setting an intense pace from the start.

Instructor Chan who bites his lip at the sight of you in the mirror, praising you for how perfectly you take him, pushing you harder to see your expression change.

Instructor Chan who lets his hand trail down your thigh, feeling your muscles tense as he tests your limits with every slow thrust.

Instructor Chan who keeps eye contact in the mirror, whispering filthy encouragement as his pace quickens, wanting to see you lose yourself completely.

Instructor Chan who tangles his fingers in your hair, pulling your head back so you can’t look away from the reflection of his smirk and your flushed face.

Instructor Chan who kisses down your neck, his hands roaming your body, holding you steady as he drives deeper, marveling at how perfectly you move with him.

Instructor Chan who finishes with you breathless against the mirror, his hands still gripping your hips as he whispers that he’s far from done teaching you.

Instructor Chan who is smirking as he bids you goodbye, telling you how much he is looking forward to the next class

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Hii babes!! I reeeaally love your blog and the way you write <33 so I wanted to ask you if you could write about any svt member in the harry potter universe??

If you haven't watched or don't know about it it's okay :) perhaps you can just write about him being a wizard?

Alsooo thank you for writing such amazing things!!! it makes me happy whenever I see you posted something 💘

hmm never really watched hp except thatone time they showed us in school lol but ill think of a wizardverse/magicverse in the future soon!