Angelics Ink

𝔇𝔦𝔳𝔢 ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔇𝔢𝔭𝔯𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔱𝔶 𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔐𝔢

♡ My name is Angelic

♡ Born in '99

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♡ Mingi , Hyunjin and Jimin Ult

♡ I write feral fics about men who have no idea I exist. All of my works are fiction.

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Pairing : Fem! Wooyoung x Reader

Genre : Smut

WC : 1.3k

Authors Note : Full Version of my Fem! Wooyoung Imagine on Threads

Summary : We’re just friends, right? Is that why she comes to me when her boyfriend can’t reach that spot inside her? When she whines for me to touch her, for me to work her until she’s undone, it’s because we’re friends huh? We continue to act like my name has never left her lips as she came undone on my tongue. As if my shirt doesn’t hide her scratch marks from when I got her to gush onto my toy, sweaty and panting. Her boyfriend doesn’t know how to make her scream like this. No, she saves that for me.

Warnings : 1st Person , Fem/Sub Wooyoung! , Dom/Fem Reader, cheating, fingering, fxf kissing , squirting , hickeys, dirty talk, essentially just filth

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   She’s my guilty pleasure. I relish in the fights Woo has with her boyfriend, the anger he brings her. Not because I want her to hurt, but because it draws her closer to me. It's wrong of me, I know. The shame gnaws at me when I let it, which is a rarity. When they fight, I’m the first person she comes to with a “Can I come over?” text. She already knows the answer; it’s the same every time. That’s how we end up like this almost every other day. With her straddling my lap in my bed, my lips trailing up and down her neck while my hands grip her hips, urging her to continue to rock them against me.

    “He’s such a fucking ass, I don’t know why he would even say something like that.” Her head tilted back and her hands rested on my shoulders as I nibbled her neck. She smells so sweet after work, and I’m drinking it in every time her muscles move.

    “Mhmm mhmm, such an ass…” I’m only half agreeing with her, not truly paying attention to her ranting. I can feel her vocal chords vibrate as I nibble on her neck. She shudders when I kiss her pulse point with an open mouth, licking and sucking on it to bring her complaining to an end. I loved her, sure. She was my best friend. But these were not the sounds I wanted her to make right now.

   My fingers grip the edge of her sweater, silently urging her to pull it off. She obliges, quickly shedding it and throwing it across the room. Maybe it’s a coincidence she’s wearing my favorite bra she has, a black lace one that pushes her tits up and gives me plenty of access to her cleavage. Or maybe it’s not, but that doesn’t matter right now. A quiet sigh leaves Woo's lips as my tongue dips under the bra between her breasts, landing in her sternum before I take one long lick from her cleavage to her neck. She tastes so good, a mixture of sweat from the stress and the saltiness of her skin. 

  This small shift in direction was what I was looking for. My grip on her hips tightens, giving me the leverage to push her down on the mattress. She laughs and cups my face, bringing mine to hers. When our lips touch it’s slow and intentional. Our lips dance together, our tongues fighting for dominance that she knows I’ll win. I break the kiss to sit up between her legs, suddenly painfully aware of the clothes I have on. In one fluid motion my bra and shirt are off, exposing my torso to her. Her arms stretch out, running her soft hands over my waist and up to my breasts. I hiss as she pinches my nipples between her fingers while she kneads them, sending a pulse straight to my cunt. 

  I gently remove her hands, wanting her to touch me but wanting even more to touch her. Returning to my previous actions, my head dips into the crook of her neck once more. One hand slides under her head, gripping her hair at the base and forcing her to expose more of her throat to me. The other took a painfully long time to go from her hip to her breast, fondling her through the lace. She’s taking advantage of my knees between her legs, rocking her hips against me. I can feel the heat radiating off of her. 

My hands fumble with her jeans while I kiss her again, growing impatient. Her hips arch to help me slide them off, revealing the matching panties that hug her hips perfectly. I click my tongue as my touch lands between her legs, locking eyes with her when I sit up. “Matching today Woo? Did you put these on just for me?” A flush creeps up her chest to her cheeks, giving me the answer I already knew. My fingers rub her slit through the fabric, slowly at first. She's so responsive, squirming under me when I apply the smallest of pressure to her clit. The final barrier between me and her cunt is finally shed and thrown, giving me a perfect view of how she's dripping for me. 

“You’re fucking soaked babygirl…” While still kneeling between her legs, I slip one finger inside her, her eyes closing as her walls flutter. “He doesn’t make you this wet does he?” I already know what she's going to say before she shakes her head. Wooyoung only got like this for me, when my hands were on her and my mouth was spilling vulgar words in her ears. She’s so aroused I could easily give her more, fill her completely with my fingers. I instead reach into the nightstand, pulling out two toys while sucking on the finger that was just inside my best friend.

“I want you to hold this to your clit while I work that tight little hole, okay baby?” As I speak I hand her a vibrator turned on the second highest speed. Woo was hesitant but agreed, letting out a loud whine when the vibrator pressed against her. The other toy was an average sized dildo, one that I knew she could take no problems. My position changes to straddling one of her legs, holding her open while I give myself the best access to her entrance.

My poor girl is already whimpering when I thrust the toy inside her, stretching her around the clear silicone. I can see her cunt grip it and spasm, pulling it deeper. She falters for a moment with her one task, earning a stern look from me before she presses the vibrator on her clit. When my hand starts pumping the toy in and out of her, she arches her back, moaning and crying out. The double stimulation has always been a lot for her. That’s why I enjoyed it so much.

Angling the toy to hit the most sensitive part of her is all it takes.

“Right there, don’t stop!”

“Please, harder, please!”

“Shit I’m close!”

I’ve set a steady rhythm with my hand when she warns me. She’s been creaming on this toy the whole time, the vibrator making her legs twitch and her hips fuck into the sensation. She's shaking like a leaf, her head thrown back and her back arched off the bed.

“Who’s pussy is this baby, hmm?” She pants and cries out when my onslaught doesn't lessen. “Is it that fucker who you say you love? Who’s fucking pussy is this Woo?”

“Yours! It’s always yours!” She breaks under my administration, her cunt gushing onto the sheets. Watching her squirt was hypnotic. The way she’d twitch with aftershocks, the force that pushed the dildo out onto the bed. Tears ran down her face as I held her hand, keeping the vibrator against her bud, overstimulating her completely. The angle allows her to grip my shoulder, scratch her nails down my back. My name falls from her lips like a prayer, thankful and yet still needy.I kiss her again. Softly this time, whispering how proud I am of her. She always takes me so well. Her body invited me in more than anyone else. 

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Twisted Loyalties Chapter 4

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Pairing : Hongjoong X Reader

Genre : Angst/Smut

WC : 4K

Warnings : Marijuana use (forced and willing if you wanna look at it that way?), cursing, masturbation (f) , description of pornographic content, manipulation, one flashback (unknown to reader) , intimidation

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Authors Note : PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT IN THE RIGHT HEADSPACE! If you find any warnings I should add please let me know!

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If someone told you that you’d be here with Hongjoong, you would’ve laughed in their face. But here you are, leaning on the hood of his car, music humming from the radio. The crickets played their song from the nearby trees, reminding you that you two are not alone here. There's a slight gust in the air, your hair swaying slightly. This lookout gives you a perfect view of the lit up city underneath you. There's a million stories being played out in those houses, in those buildings, and here you were, a joint being passed between the two of you. 

Up until a little over a week ago, the thought of smoking never caught your interest. You turned your nose up at the smell, imagining that nothing with that stench could possibly make you feel good.That being said, it was pretty acceptable by today's standards. So when you went back to Mingi's frat house, the sight of it being passed between the men didn’t shock you. You weren’t even there to hang out, Mingi needed help prepping for his semester exam. You were simply there to throw him questions that you didn’t know the answer to.

“Y/N! Wanna go upstairs?” Mingi jumped off the couch, noticeably excited to see you out of the house again. Yunho and San were sitting next to him, nodding their heads at you. The room was clouded with smoke as you waved, covering your cough with a quick greeting. One thing you could trust is that regardless of his love of partying and socializing, Mingi took his studies seriously. Before you can agree, Hongjoong appears from the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe.

“I thought I heard you, Y/N. What’re you doing here?”. His black hair is slicked back, exposing his glazed over eyes and slightly flushed skin. This was the first time you’d seen him since your night out at the pizza parlor. Your words caught in your throat and before you could answer, Mingi spoke up.

“She’s here to help me.”

Hongjoong pushes off the wall, coming behind the couch between San and Yunho. Yunho flicks the ash off the joint before handing it back to his friend, Hongjoongs plush lips wrapping around it and taking a long puff. His eyes are trained on you the entire time, an eyebrow raised and his pupils dilated. You really should’ve looked away, gone with Mingi and done what you were there to do. 

The sight in front of you catches you off guard. It really didn’t make sense how Hongjoong seemed to drip attraction when he walked around the furniture to you. His jeans hung loose on his hips, a shirt from a band you didn't know draping over his chest. He stalked you like a lion to a deer, his gaze trapped on you. You feel frozen, completely enthralled by him. San and Yunho have gone back to discussing something you didn’t care to pay attention to. When Hongjoong stood before you, you swallowed hard, the smoke flowing from the joint burning your eyes.

“Want a hit? It’s good stuff.” The joint is offered to you and your answer should be a resounding no, but you fall silent. 

“Man, she doesn’t have to if-” Yunho speaks up, watching your reaction carefully when Hongjoong holds the substance toward you. Mingi stands behind you, his arms crossed as his mouth opens to agree with Yunho. Hongjoong's hand shoots up, dismissing both the boy's words and warning them not to continue. 

Your chest tightened, suddenly feeling like you were trapped in a cage. Hongjoong was right in front of you, his presence seeming to swallow you whole. It was only when you were up close that you could see the refined features of his face, each section defined by strong bones. When he flashed a toothy grin at you your heart stopped for a moment, heat rising to your cheeks. 

“C’mon bunny, answer me.” The pet name brings attention to the pit growing in your stomach. 

Your focus broke when Mingi placed his hand on your shoulder, demanding your attention. He turns you slightly, his eyebrows furrowed as he spoke. “Upstairs, Y/N” It wasn’t a demand, it was a plea. The look on his face made it very clear he was serious, so you decide to fight whatever hold Hongjoong has on you and turn back to him, ready to reject his offer.

When you open your mouth to speak, Hongjoong lets out a large puff of smoke directly in your face. You coughed, having inhaled a large amount of it. You didn’t expect the smoothness of it though. The cloud didn’t burn your throat as it went down, almost feeling comforting as it settled in your lungs. Hongjoongs eyes are a direct contrast to his concerned frown as he waves the smoke around you away. Mingi comes next to you, grabbing your elbow tightly and walking you toward the stairs, looking over his shoulder and shooting a cold look at the other man. You could hear Hongjoong and San speaking as you left the room, their voices slightly hushed.

“Dude what the fuck?”

“I didn’t mean to, she just turned around-”

His words are cut off by Yunho laughing loud enough to ring in your ears before Mingi closes his bedroom door.

“Mingis gonna kick your ass.”

The study session was supposed to go off without a hitch, just a simple mock test and questions. Instead Mingi is pacing his floor, biting his thumb as you watch. Heat and anger radiate off of him as he mutters to himself, too quiet for you to be able to understand his words. You move farther into the room, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. You’d sat in this spot too many times to count, but somehow this feels different. Normally Mingi would join you or sit on the floor by you, but now his footsteps are heavy and filled with disdain as he practically ignores your presence.

The feeling came on slowly. The lights in the room seemed to have softened and the bed feels like it embraced your lower body in comfortability. Your arms and legs suddenly feel extremely heavy while your lips stretched into a wide smile. There's a rich feeling rising in your chest that resembles excitement and joy. A small laugh escapes from your mouth as you continue to watch your friend who’s deep in thought. 

It's not until Mingi blocks your vision that you realize you've been staring at a crack in the wall for long enough that your eyes begin to itch. “Hey, Y/N, look at me.” Your eyes meet his and he curses under his breath, noticing your eyes were bloodshot and dilated. His normally prominent facial features seem softer around the edges. The anger in Mingi's voice is prevalent as he continues. “You’re fucking high, that fucker got you fucking high!” You flinch at the slight raise in his voice, not because you're scared of him but because his rage was something rarely seen. 

You’d been purposeful in avoiding things like weed. It was offered to you often, whether at a party or by a friend, but you never indulge, deciding to stick to alcohol if you were to search for intoxication. This whole light, airy, dazed feeling? It was completely foreign. It was also the most relaxed you'd felt in a long time. Watching Mingi's reaction didn’t change that. When he looked at you all dazed and spaced out, he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. 

“Okay, so I guess no studying today. I'll be right back.” Before he leaves the room, he turns and points at you. “You stay here.” 

Even if you wanted to get up you didn’t trust your legs to not give way to the slight buzzing sensation running through your body. Your phone catches your attention as it buzzes in your pocket. When you fish it out and see who the message is from, you let out a sigh before opening the text.

Hongjoong : Are you ok? I’m sorry

You’re still alone, Mingi having yet to return. The weight of the bed shifts as you lay back, holding the phone way too close to your face. By now the subtle shock of being high has worn off, replaced by calm acceptance. There was no point in trying to fight the cloud you were floating on, it would evaporate if you gave it enough time. Your fingers skate across the screen as you reply.

Y/N : I think so?

Hongjoong : You never smoked before?

Y/N : No

Hongjoong : What do you think

If Mingi was in the room, you wouldn’t have sent the next text. You could hear him talking downstairs, unable to make out the words. To ask this felt wrong, but the curiosity was poking at your brain, fuzzy and inebriated.

Y/N : Does it always feel like this?

There's a moment where the typing bubble disappears, your heart stopping in your chest. 

Hongjoong : Like what?

Y/N : Relaxed.

Hongjoong : Most of the time. But you didn’t even smoke.

Before you could answer, Mingi came back into the room. He offers you a cold water bottle and a PB&J, saying something about how eating will help you come down faster. By now the high isn’t as strong as it was in the beginning. It was fading fast on account that you didn’t actually smoke it. If you had, it would’ve entered your blood stream and you still would’ve been in a state of bliss. So when your phone buzzes again, you answer it quickly before he can see.

Hongjoong : Do you want to try smoking it?

Y/N : I think so.

Sending that message felt like an act of betrayal all on its own. There Mingi was, concerned and doting on you as your body experienced something it never had before. He couldn’t know what was actually going on, not after what he’d saved you from before. You’d never kept anything from him though, so when Hongjoong answers for the last time, a shock of excitement and nerves runs through your body, straight between your legs where you’d grown sensitive from the substance.

Hongjoong : I’ll come to yours at 7.

In retrospect, you really should've said no. But now, with the high fading and your thoughts no longer soft around the edges, you grow curious. If you’d felt that good with just the inhalation of smoke, imagine what it’d feel like if you’d actually used it. You’d stayed with Mingi, wrapping yourself in his blanket and laying on his bed, your eyes feeling heavy. At one point you drifted off. When you woke up you felt completely sober and collected, smiling at your friend before he offered to take you home. His face is contorted with worry as you shake your head, insisting that you can do it yourself. You apologize about the study plans going awry with him insisting it's not your fault. When you leave his house, he stands on the sidewalk, watching your car until you were out of sight. 

Your apartment door creaked as you entered. You’d managed to keep it clean since Mingi came and did an overhaul on your mess. With your purse hung up and your shoes off, you make your way to the couch, only stopping to check the time. You still had a few hours before Hongjoong was here, the thought making your hair stand on edge. Settling into the seat, you turn on some mindless sitcom while your attention was actually to your phone.

Meeting Hongjoong felt like lying. It felt like you were doing something dirty, something taboo. But it wasn’t really about him, right? That feeling of relaxation, you were chasing that. You just didn’t want to do it alone, and Mingi wasn’t into drugs either. It’d been so long since you’d felt so good in your skin though, and now you had to hide that you were chasing more. The secrecy of it made your heart skip a beat as your thighs squeezed together.

It’d been so long since you’d felt any remote arousal, but it felt like the option had been unlocked again. While still scrolling mindlessly, your hand snuck between your legs, applying gentle pressure over the fabric. Your hips reacted naturally, arching towards the friction. That was enough, for a while at least. Eventually the damp spot in your shorts had become prominent and you couldn’t ignore it any longer. Setting your phone down, you sheepishly removed your lower garments, leaving only your shirt on. Laying down on the couch, your hand wandered over your waist.

              It was like you were trying to familiarize yourself with your own touch again. Your fingers danced along your sides, lazily playing with the fabric of your shirt. Over time your hand sneaks higher, pushing your top up so your breasts are exposed. A small whimper leaves your lips as you knead them, your nipples hardening between your fingers. The feeling makes the pit in your stomach grow, your body pleading to bring the attention to your slick cunt. While one hand holds your breast, the other snakes between your legs, your knees falling open.

   You can hear how slick you are when you run your fingers along your folds. Your fingers circle lazily around your clit as you close your eyes, your chest rising and falling. It's a comfortable stimulation, making your hips squirm and small whimpers come from your lips. It wasn’t enough though. When two of your fingers slide into your entrance, your back arches slightly as you groan, your walls clenching your digits. The motion in your wrist pumps them back and forth, your lips parting in quiet moans. 

The last time you’d been touched was at the party, and it was evident. You were coming to your climax too quick, each thrust of your fingers drawing you closer. With your eyes shut tightly, your mind focused on how good this feels, visions dance across your brain. The porn movies you’d seen, where women were on their knees while a man used her throat, or she was getting pounded from behind while the camera zoomed in on where the two were joined.

The image that should’ve taken you aback only spurs you on more. You, laying on your back while Hongjoong strokes his thick shaft in front of your lips. Your fingers increase their speed with the vision of his fist pumping his cock. When your mind shows you the image of Hongjoong's cock sliding between your lips you cry out, pressing hard against the sensitive spot inside you. You’re so close, the band inside you threatening to snap, your fingers coated in your own slick as you remove your other hand from your breast, putting it to use strumming your clit.

“Shit, you got a nice mouth baby…Fuck…”

You swear you could actually hear him saying that, and it pushes you over the edge. The sound of your moans bounce off the apartment walls while your body writhes on the couch. With your legs shaking and your breath coming heavy, you sit up, removing your fingers, shocked by the amount of your own arousal covering them. Catching your own reflection in the TV screen, your hair tousled and face flush, you decide to get in the shower before Hongjoong comes. Your chest is still heaving as you head off to do just that, trying to brush off the fact you just came while fantasizing about a man who scared the shit out of you not too long ago.

The next few hours go by quickly. You threw on a matching shorts and tank top set and let your hair fall naturally. This “meeting”, if you wanted to call it that, wasn’t anything special. Despite knowing that, when your phone rang at five minutes til 7, your hand shook as you answered it.

“Come down, I’m out front.” Hongjoongs voice is gone as fast as it was there. You slipped on your tennis shoes and locked the door behind you as you stepped out into the sunset, the sky a mixture of oranges, yellows and pinks. His car is running across the street when you notice it, a flush rising to your cheeks. You really could turn around and go inside. Say you changed your mind. Curiosity took hold though, encouraging you to continue on this adventure and see if you can truly achieve relaxation like you had earlier in the day. If this was really the key.

It’s the second time in his car and you’re still not over the luxury of it. You exchange quick hellos, sliding into the passenger seat and buckling yourself in. His eyes meet yours and you're reminded of what you’d done this afternoon. Shame and embarrassment builds up inside but you shove it down, offering a smile. His cologne almost overpowered the consistent new car smell. It crosses your mind to ask when he got this car, but you decide against it. As he pulls away you can’t help but feel nervous for what was to come.

“Where are we going?”

“The best spot I can think of.”

The drive isn’t that long. Hongjoong doesn’t try to make conversation, he simply lets the radio fill the silence. You’d never been this way before, so your gaze lands on the houses and buildings that pass by. The sun continues to set in the front window, framing the hill he’s driving you up. When the car stops, you’re at a lookout point over the city and the sun is nearly fully replaced by the moon. Once he parks he turns to you, dialing down the radio.

“Cmon, we can sit on the hood.”

Your first full look at Hongjoong tonight comes when you both get out of the car and head to the front of the car. He’s changed his shirt, opting for a plain tank top. His hair was tousled now, falling loosely in his face. You hesitate as you follow his lead, looking over at the city lights instead of at him. 

“Do you really want to do this, Y/N?”

Realistically that question should’ve sent off alarms. If he has to ask then it’s best to reconsider, right? You’d already come all this way though, already braved the car ride with him after your activities this afternoon. No way you’re backing out now. Relaxing, right? That’s the goal here. When you agree he smiles, pulling the joint from his pocket.  

“Ever smoked a cig before? It’s kinda like that.” He places the joint between his lips while he fumbled in his pocket for a lighter, finding it and holding it up victoriously. There was a small crackle as he lit it, smoke immediately beginning to rise from the end. It filled the air with that same bitter smell you always hated. Hongjoong takes a puff, breathes it out and holds the joint out for you. 

You’d watched him intently, taking mental notes on his actions. It seemed a little bit different than the one cigarette you’d smoked in high school, but you try your best to mimic his actions. Taking the joint in your hand, you let out a shaky breath before bringing it to your lips, inhaling once. The end of the joint burns a bright red as you pull your breath in. The smoke burns going down your throat, and instead of inhaling again like Hongjoong did to get fresh air in your lungs, you hold it in for too long. 

Your eyes start watering as you cough into your elbow, your eyebrows furrowed as you hand it back to Hongjoong. He ashes it, chuckling as he watches your face redden. Your mouth felt dry and tears ran down your cheeks as you struggled to stop your coughing fit. His hand comes up, patting your back as he speaks.

“C’mon, deep breaths. Guess I should’ve told you not to hold it in for too long.” 

You shoot him a sharp glare as you catch your breath, the coughing slowing down. Smoking it directly felt a million times different than the smoke he’d accidentally breathed into your system earlier today. While you bring your breathing back to normal, you can’t help but notice the quickening of your heart and the way the crickets seemed to chirp in slow motion around you. 

“Yeah, this is good shit.” Hongjoong says, his eyes locked on yours while your weak tolerance gives way. It took a while for him to get high, and seeing you become so intoxicated so fast was doing things to him that he wouldn’t dare say out loud. He shifted on his feet, standing straight instead of leaning on the hood of the car. He ashed the joint again as he closed the distance between you. 

If you’d been sober minded, his mocking tone would’ve pissed you off. Instead, it makes you giggle, the fuzziness returning to your brain. Fuck, this felt good. “Is it harder when you do it yourself?” He asks, your answer a resigned nod. “Here bunny, let me do it for you.” He tilts your chin up with his finger, making you look at him.

When he drew in another drag of the joint, you were confused. Do what for you? The answer was given quickly when he applied pressure on your bottom lip, your mouth opening slightly. He was close enough that you could see his blown out, bloodshot eyes when he blew the smoke into your mouth once more. It was different than before. You’d inhaled on instinct, taking everything he was giving you. Had either of you moved closer, your lips would’ve crashed into each other. Hongjoong lets you go instead, leaning on the hood of the car once again.

The city lights look so soft and inviting. The cars are driving in slow motion, yet there are no traffic jams. How can it look so lively yet so inviting? You stand in awe of the sight, the intense relaxation hitting your body once again. Everything about the world around you seemed far less impactful than it did earlier. This was what you were searching for. The peace that this new experience was bringing.

When Hongjoong caught you watching him, he offered it to you again. When you drew in the smoke this time, it was with more caution and speed. You hardly coughed with this one, blowing the smoke out of your mouth in a thick cloud. Your body felt so heavy that the ground could swallow you whole and you'd feel at peace. That was exactly what you wanted, and Hongjoong gave it to you, albeit by accident at first.

That's how you two spend the rest of the night. Sitting on the hood of the car, the joint passed back and forth between idle conversations. Both of your eyes drooping lazily as you laughed at things that weren’t funny. When it had reached the last part of the joint, he offered to share it, repeating the same actions with his mouth near yours. Whether it was an accident or not that his lips brushed yours on the exhale was something only he would know. 

𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐻𝑒 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝑀𝑒

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Pairing : Seonghwa x Reader

Genre : Fluff

WC : >1K

Authors Note : Been feeling super soft for Seonghwa lately so here ya go.

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Seonghwa, who had to work up the courage to ask you for your phone number. When he finally did, he put on a face of confidence, even though his heart was pounding in his chest. He texted you as soon as you were out of his sight.

Seonghwa, who when he asked you to join him for dinner, his voice cracked in the middle of it. He was so nervous to ask you, completely enthralled by simply being near you. He’d pull out your chair for you and ask you how your days been. He’d say you look beautiful when you’re blushing.

Seonghwa, who when he walked you to your door, he gave himself a mental pep talk before cupping your cheek and kissing you softly. His body melting against yours when you wrapped your arms around him. When you went inside, he walked back to his car, pumping his fist in the air in silent excitement.

Seonghwa, who after your first date felt immediately comfortable with you. He’d let out a dramatic sigh when you let go of his hand, side eyeing you playfully. You’d laugh and grab him again, only for him to pull you close and cover your face in kisses.

Seonghwa, who loved when you cooked for him. You’d spend hours in the kitchen, using far too many pans and utensils. But when he tasted it, his eyes lit up and he showered you in praise. He always cleaned his plate as if it was from a Michelin star restaurant. You’d learned how to make his favorite dishes, on the condition that he cleaned the kitchen after. He never complained.

Seonghwa, who when you made love for the first time, spent what felt like an eternity kissing along your skin. His body fit yours perfectly, in every way. His movements slow and intentional. When you’d both finished, he held you in his arms, whispering praises and affectionate words into your ear. He'd say he’d never felt so safe in bed with someone before.

Seonghwa, who when you woke up in the middle of the night and reached for him, wasn’t there. You’d waddle sleepily around the house until you got to the backyard, seeing him sitting in a lawn chair, his notebook in hand. You never interrupted him, leaning against the door frame and admiring the way the moonlight cascaded around him. He looked gorgeous like this, and you lost track of time watching him writing his poetry. 

Seonghwa, who when you came to him after losing your job, tears flowing freely down your face, took you in his arms. His hand splayed across your back as he said “You’re okay, calm down my love…” He knew he couldn’t fix this one, he didn’t hold the answers on how to help. So when you fall apart in his hold, he’s simply a safe place to land. When you were done crying, he’d lay your head in his lap, running his fingers through your hair.

Seonghwa, who when you moved in, gave up half his closet. He had so much clothes but knew you’d also need space. Over time, his outfits took over the closet again. You didn’t mind, it was all worth the fashion shows he’d give you after shopping.

Seonghwa, who on his birthday was shocked to see you’d decked out the apartment with balloons and banners. He’d open your pile of gifts, smiling as wide as a child on Christmas morning. Every time he opened a Lego set, he squealed, asking you how you’d managed to find the rarest ones. He’d spent the afternoon putting them together, showing you the finished product with a grin on his face.

Seonghwa, who when he told you he loved you for the first time, started crying. You’d let him speak, holding his hand as he expressed his affection and admiration of you. When he finished, he looked at you, vulnerable and pleading. And when you kissed him, repeating his sentiment, he made love to you on the living room couch, his touch tender and effortless.

Seonghwa, who struggled with his confidence. That voice in the back of his head was always gnawing at him. When it got bad, you'd massage his shoulders and ask him what he was thinking. You’d spend as much time as you needed counteracting every negative thought. Eventually your voice was more prevalent in his head than his own.

Seonghwa, who held your broken pieces together when you couldn’t anymore. Who looked at every part of you and saw you. He heard your struggles and sat in awe at who was in front of him. He celebrated when your therapist said you didn’t need sessions anymore, then reassured you when that changed.

𝕃𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝔻𝕠𝕝𝕝

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Pairing : Seonghwa x Reader

Genre : Smut

WC : 3K

Warnings : Dom! Seongwha, Sub! Reader, financial control, daily control, dumbification , traditional gender roles (If you wanna look at it that way?) , kissing, fingering, oral (M Receiving), dirty talk, degradation, praise, mirror sex, P in V sex (Wrap it up), cream pie, name calling, essentially just filth

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It started off as little comments.

“This would look really good on you.”

“Why don’t you try that one?”

“Let me do it for you.”

Seongwha had been doting and attentive to you since the first day you agreed to be his girlfriend. You hadn’t touched a check at a restaurant in over a year. Door handles were no longer a necessity. He’d even carry your purse when you whined about your shoulder, giving you a small eye roll before parading it around like it was his own. He was the only person you’d met who could take the quiet storm in your head and not only calm it, but bring back the sun. 

So when he set down the book he was reading one evening, you were only slightly taken aback when he said, “I want you to quit your job.” Before you could ask any questions, Seongwha held up his ring-adorned hand, gesturing for you to let him continue speaking. He crossed his legs in his chair, looking you up and down over his glasses. Even with all your time together, you still felt exposed under his gaze. “You’re too pretty to be working. Stay with me.” Seongwha certainly had the space for you in his luxurious house, and it’d be nice to get out of your apartment. The kitchen is large and modern; the living room is spacious and furnished with only the best name-brand items. His eye for style was never a question. The bedroom was perfect for the two of you, considering you both would need the space to get ready daily. Setting down your phone, you nod in agreement, making your way to him and sitting on his lap before placing chaste kisses on his cheeks.

You’d fallen into your new role easily. Waking up next to him, his arms holding you tightly until he had to make his way to work. Sometimes he’d hand you his card on his way out, mentioning that there was no limit and you could do as you wished. He’d grown to like taking care of you like this, answering any need you had before your lips could form a request. He didn’t ask you to do any house chores or anything really, he literally just wanted you to not have to worry about daily things. In fact, he didn’t want you to worry about anything at all.

Senoghwa started doing more and more for you. He’d lay out your outfit every morning and tell you how to wear your hair. He’d stand behind you in the mirror, brushing it for you while you relaxed into him. Being with him was easy. He’d order for you at the coffee shop and pick out clothes for you to try on in stores while you clung to his arm like a lost puppy. When you finally asked why he did all of these mundane things for you, he cupped your cheek and brushed his thumb along the soft skin.

“You don’t need to think. Let me do it for you.” His voice was so deep and sultry that what would normally be seen as a misogynistic comment stuck in your head like a mantra. 

You sunk into your new mindset so quickly. He was in charge and you happily followed along. When he walked, your footsteps fell in line with his. When he spoke, you fell silent. Now of course you could’ve fought this, argued your right to be your own person. And you had that option. You could have told Seonghwa that you didn’t want to do this, to listen to him. But you didn’t, did you? In fact you began doing your own routines. At night he would take his spot in his chair and you would come next to him, falling to your knees. Your head would lean on his knee, his long fingers running through your hair as he hummed soothingly.

One night while you were kneeling next to him, he cupped your chin, tilting your head to look at him. Your doe eyes gazed at him admirably, a lazy smile on your lips. His thumb wandered, landing on your bottom lip and pulling it down slightly, opening your mouth. 

“C’me here princess.” He applied a bit of upward pressure, bringing you to his eye level.m while remaining on your knees.His lips brushed yours softly, barely enough to be considered a kiss. He chuckled at your eagerness when your hand wandered to his chest, fisting his shirt to try to pull him closer.

“Patience, little one.” He pulled away from your mouth, tilting his head down and placing open mouth kisses on your jaw. Your grip relaxed as your head tilted to the side, a small giggle leaving your lips. You could feel the bulge in his slacks against your chest as he continued his slow movements, his hands dancing along your back.

He drug it out, occasionally switching to deep kisses along your pulse point, his tongue lapping at it. The whimper emitted from you was answered with a chuckle against your skin. Seonghwa’s hands moved under your ass, motioning for you to stand. When you did, he gripped your hips, licking his lip as he looked you up and down. 

“Do a spin for me baby.” His voice was almost a whisper but you immediately obliged, his hands never leaving you. You were wearing his favorite pajama set, a light pink silk set that was loose and flowy on your body. He loved how the fabric would catch the light, how the lace showed just enough of your skin to drive him crazy. When you’d done a full circle and faced him again his eyes had darkened, his fingers tracing the lace on the edge of the shorts. His hands moved up, pushing the fabric of the tank until it rested just below your breasts.

His mouth was trailing up and down your stomach, a groan leaving him when your fingers intertwined in his hair. He’d spend entirely too long ignoring exactly where the heat was building between your legs, so when you shifted on your feet he glanced up at you. “What’s wrong baby? Need something?” 

You rarely ever found the words to speak when he got you like this, all squirmy and nervous in his hands. “Need you…” Your words trailed off into a gasp as his hands cupped your ass, squeezing the soft flesh before pulling you into his lap, your legs on either side of his hips. The heat radiating between your legs was both embarrassing and erotic as you shifted, trying your best to ignore the urge to grind down onto him.

Seonghwa’s hand lifted your shirt once more, exposing your hardened nipples as his other hand snuck between you two. Your hips jerked eagerly as his hand barely brushed against the loose hanging shorts. He clicked his tongue but let this first time of the night slide. Your entire body was buzzing as he simply cupped your pussy, rocking his palm against you slowly while his mouth wrapped around your nipple, tugging it lightly with his teeth. Each time he did you swear you could feel the damp spot on your panties grow darker. “Such a filthy girl, hmm?” He whispered against your chest as he moved his hand into the leg of your shorts. The baggy fabric helped give him space to touch you without undressing you, your body shuddering as his fingers finally made contact with where you wanted him. His fingers slipped through your wet folds easily, making you whimper while you buried your head in his shoulder. You were his to play with, pliable and permissive.

“Look at me.” His voice was soft, his throat vibrating against your cheek as you lean on him. When you didn’t follow his instruction, he removed his hand, leaving you wanting and your pussy clenching around nothing. His hand grabbed the back of your head, yanking your hair so you made eye contact with him. His voice changed, now stern and steady. “I said fucking look at me. Or are you already too far gone?” Instead of giving you the chance to answer, his wet fingers separated your lips, slipping into your mouth. Instinct took over and your tongue swirled, your hand holding his wrist as you looked at him through hooded eyes. Your taste on his skin was salty and desperate. “Wider.” One word and your mouth opened, Seongwha pushing his fingers down your throat, covering them in your drool. He moved them back and forth on your tongue, watching with hungry eyes as you smiled.

“Off.” Again he didn’t have to say too much for you to remove yourself from him. He spread his legs, tapping his foot once, your unspoken cue to get between them. He’d glanced at you then down at his crotch, the outline of his cock prominent now. You eagerly undid the buttons and zipper, reaching in and wrapping your hand around his length. He was hot and heavy as you finally released him from the constraints of the fabric, his cock curving towards his waist. Instead of allowing you to touch him, he began to stroke himself in slow, tortuous motions in front of your face. Your eyes almost go cross as you watch, squirming on the heels of your feet.

“You didn’t listen, did you?” His precum pools on the tip of his cock before he collects it, using it as lube as he grips your chin with his other hand. “Answer me.” 

“N-no, I didn’t listen…” You were honestly just repeating what he had told you, too focused on how his hand wrapped around his shaft to pay attention.

“Are you going to be good now?” He hissed as he squeezed the base of his cock, shaking it in front of your lips. God, you hadn’t wanted anything more than you wanted him at that moment. He smelled of arousal and cologne, hints of wood and cinnamon. You found yourself nodding, a smile stretching across your lips. Your hips wiggled eagerly as you looked up at him, pleading silently.

The best part about this new dynamic was that you weren’t worried about what was coming next. You didn’t have to. So when he wrapped his hand in your hair and brought you forward into his lap, you were operating on pure lust. Your mouth opened once again, enveloping his cock as he groaned. You let him take control, bobbing your head with his movements as guidance. Even when he forced your head down, his cock throbbing in your throat, you gagged loudly and your eyes welled with tears, you still wanted only to please him. To be used by him. Filth flowed from his lips like honey as he thrust into your mouth, drool and tears covering your face. 

“Just a good hole for me to fuck, aren’t you baby? Look at you, squirming against the floor while I’m choking you on my cock. Pathetic little doll, huh?” You nod as much as you could with your mouth full. Suddenly he forces you down once more, his other hand pinching your nose, cutting off your air supply. As your throat tightens around him and your eyes begin to roll, you see him smiling down at you, a sense of pride flowing through you straight to your cunt. After a moment he lets you go, bubbles and strings of your spit connecting you to his cock. He didn’t waste a moment, getting on the floor with you. His cock bobbed as he moved, his lips crashing into yours in a sloppy kiss. At the same time he grabbed your hips once more, turning you so your back was against his chest. You felt his hardness press against your ass through your pajamas as you looked forward, remembering the full length mirror he put in the living room. He said it added a personal touch to the room. Yeah, that seemed like a good excuse at the time. 

Roughly grabbing your chin, he forces you to look at yourself, catching your reflection in the glass. Your nice pajamas are tussled and wrinkled, your lips swollen and drool practically dripping down onto your breasts. He shook your head, whispering in your ear. “Look at you, you look so pretty, don’t you baby? You’ll just let me do anything, hmm?” When you don’t answer, he taps your cheek lightly. “Stay with me sweetie.”

A small nod is all you give before his hand is on your back, pushing you forward. You can hear him quickly shuffle off his slacks, unbuttoning his shirt and leaving it open as you watch in the mirror. He afforded himself the luxury of being undressed, but didn’t give it to you, simply pulling your panties and shorts to the side. Your slick glistening in the light as your body told him everything you couldn’t find the words for. When his thick shaft grinded against you, you whined, your hips bucking back against him. He shakes his head, his hand grabbing your hip roughly. “Stay fucking still.” 

In one smooth motion he’s buried deep inside you, stretching you deliciously as your mouth falls open, a high pitched moan filling the room. Seonghwa wastes no time, beginning to thrust into you quickly, chasing the pleasure your clenching walls give him. He removes himself nearly completely before slamming back into you, groaning as he watches you in the mirror. 

“Fuck…You’re so fucking gone baby…” And he was right. Your eyes were hooded and glazed over as a lazy smile painted your lips, still covered in your own spit. Your body was reacting naturally, clenching around him instinctively as your breasts bounced with each of his thrusts. “Look at you, panting like a bitch in heat…” The only sounds are the ones of his balls smacking roughly against your clit and your heavy breathing, your tongue sticking out slightly. If someone else saw this, they’d be appalled. Instead, you were climbing towards the edge, the angle of his cock brushing against the most sensitive spot inside you.

Your whimpers grow into loud moans, your face going slack. Fuck, he felt so good. He looked so good. The sweat shining on his skin, his brow furrowed in concentration as he was switching between watching your face and enjoying the view of your pussy swallowing his shaft. You couldn’t see it, but between how wet you were and your previous use of your throat on his cock, you were dripping onto the floor under you. Even if you could see it, you wouldn’t care. 

His hips stutter, his groans growing more frequent as he fucks into you. Suddenly he leans forward, his chest pressing on your back as your nails scratch against the floor. His eyes lock with yours in the mirror as he whispers in your ear. “Such a pretty cumslut, don’t you think? Go on, tell her how pretty she is taking my cock. Do you think she wants to cum baby?” 

You swallow hard, his words sending a shock straight to your core. It’s been a minute since you’ve spoken, so your words come out dry and hoarse at first. “S-so pretty daddy, pretty girl…” You laugh, not because its funny, but because your so blissed out by his cock relentlessly fucking you through your own degredation. “Please, let her cum…” You don’t even realize that you’re speaking in third person, earning a laugh from him as he watches you humiliate yourself in the mirror.

“C’mon my pretty doll, show me how stupid you get for my cock. You can do better.” His tone is harsh again, catching your attention. The thing is, he knows you can hardly form words right now. All your mind can think of is the impending orgasm and him filling your womb. But it’s amusing to watch you try to get past the fog in your brain.

“Please daddy, p-please, she…cum, please….only for you…” 

“Awe, baby can’t do anything but babble, can she? Try again.” His sentence is punctuated by a sudden thrust into you, his movements stopping as he holds himself inside you. He’s using every last ounce of self control to not finish inside you yet, enjoying the show you’re putting on as your pussy attempts to draw him deeper.

Panting and crying out between your words, your eyes well with tears as your body teeters on the edge. “So stupid, look…” Your tongue falls out of your mouth, the sadistic smile across his face showing his approval. Seonghwa thrusts into you once, stopping to let you speak again. “Need to cum, please…” Your begging and self deprecating words earn a thrust each time you please him, until you can speak nothing but incoherent pleas and his name. Your body is giving way to your brain, your front falling forward, your head on the floor. 

The grip he has on your hips tightens as he watches your body give in, his movements speeding up once more. “Cum for…” His words fade out as your orgasm completely wrecks you, your brain popping as your legs shake. His laughter breaks through as he says “Fucking making a mess like an idiot…” Only then do you realize you’ve squirted back against him, his thrusts splashing it against your thighs. The tight grip your cunt has on his shaft pulls him over the edge with you, his body pressed firmly against you as he pumps rope after rope into you. 

𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℜ𝔢𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫 𝔒𝔣 ℭ𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔯

Twisted Loyalties Chapter 3

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Pairing : Hongjoong X Reader

Genre : Angst

WC : 3.2K

Warnings : Depression, anxiety, crying, memory loss, low self care, manipulation (only known to HJ) , flashbacks

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Authors Note : PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT IN THE RIGHT HEADSPACE! This chapter was really emotional for me to write, so I hope you enjoy!

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When Mingi knocked on your apartment door, you did your best to try to keep him from coming in. You weren’t lying when you told him it was a mess. It was. His large frame laughed you off, pushing the door open and insisting it was okay as he’d come over the threshold. Mingi didn’t expect this though.

There was a layer of dust on nearly every surface. The knots in your hair were hidden just barely by the messy bun that hadn’t moved in days. Dishes still overflowed in the sink and there was a pile of dirty clothes by the bathroom. When Mingi looked at you instead of the apartment, your eyes had bags and your lip was chapped from biting it so much. You looked an absolute mess.

Instead of judging you or leaving, Mingi opened his arms. For the first time in a long time, you let everything go. Loud sobs wrecked your chest as his strong arms enveloped you, his thumb rubbing the back of your head. Your arms wrapped around his waist, holding onto him as if he might evaporate, leaving you alone within these 4 walls again.

“Hey, shhh, it’s okay. You’re okay.” His voice reverberated in his chest, vibrating against your cheek. The mask had finally fallen, your facade of being fine coming to a close. Mingi continued to whisper comforting words as you cried onto his shirt, leaving a large wet spot in your wake. Time seemed to stall as you both stood in the entrance of your apartment, your body shaking against his. 

That night Mingi didn’t try to fix you. He didn’t try to figure out why. Not yet anyway. Instead, he held you close, like a shield from the outside world. He’d let you cry and wail for as long as you needed, his only response being the deep hum in his chest. In the mess of your life since the party, Mingi was the only part that made sense. 

You met him at your cousin's birthday party when you were sixteen. Your family lived over two hours away from the venue, so when you and Mingi bumped into each other, his vision was blocked by the massive gift he was carrying, you didn’t think much of it. As the night went on, you both crowded your cousin, eager to be with the center of attention. Before you knew it, you were both laughing hysterically as you watched the adults attempt the most viral dance in the middle of the room. 

Mingi went to a different school, much closer to where you met than your home. Regardless, you both made it work. Nights were spent screaming at video game opponents or talking about the latest songs out on the radio. Over time he grew into your best friend, your confidant. He was who you called when your first boyfriend broke up with you. You were the first person he told that he’d gotten the scholarship to his dream college. You’d shared countless memories in the almost 6 years of knowing each other. A collage of laughter and tears and admiration. If you could bottle it, it’d heal any ailments the world might've caused you.

The love Mingi gave wasn’t loud, wasn’t over the top or flashy. He showed it in the way he started your shower, making sure the temperature was just right. You shuddered as you stepped in, Mingi holding your hand for support. There was nothing romantic here. He was watching his best friend fall apart. So when he helped you wash your hair, you didn’t think much of it. His quiet encouragement of “C’mon, Y/N, you’re almost done.” As he handed you your loofah rang in your ears. He never overstepped, standing outside of the shower when shampooing your hair. Once you were done, your body feeling completely done in, he held open your robe as you stepped out of the shower, allowing you to wrap yourself in it before he opened his eyes. 

When you were all covered, you waddled to your bedroom, tears welling in your eyes again as you realized the mess continued in here. Mingi didn’t miss a beat, quickly putting the clothes on your bed into a pile on the dresser to be sorted later. He ran around in what felt like hyperspeed, collecting your dirty cups and trash and headed to the kitchen. Words didn’t have to be said when he returned and led you to sit on the bed, him taking the spot behind you. 

Mingi brushed through your hair, hissing to himself when he couldn't get particular knots out quickly. It took time and patience, but eventually he worked through them all, running his fingers through your hair one last time for good measure. Before you could even utter your appreciation, your eyelids grow heavy and you drift off, feeling completely at ease for the first time in over two weeks.

When your eyes opened the next day, the sun was peeking through the blinds you’d sworn you’d closed. Refusing to let life start again for just a moment, you look around, snuggling deeper into the duvet. The clothes that were unfolded and a mess last night now hung in the closet or filled your dresser. Your interest is piqued by the warm smell coming from down the hall, drawing you into the living room. Mingi stood there, lighting a candle to join the one already burning. His face lit up as you waved sleepily.

“Hey, sleepyhead. I have something for you.” He clapped his hands together before going into the kitchen, unintentionally bringing attention to the empty sink. It hits you then that he had stayed the night, taking care of you by cleaning the mess you’d allowed to accumulate. You’re shocked that you have any tears left when he comes back, holding out a pastry bag and a coffee.

“The banana nut and chocolate chip muffins were fresh, so I got both, and your favorite latte.” He was grinning ear to ear, setting them down on the dining table that was covered in clutter last night, now wiped clean. You took seats across from each other, his hand reaching for yours. Your fingers intertwine for a moment before he lets go, allowing you to open the treats he'd gotten for you.

“Y/N…what’s going on? I’ve seen you sad, but not like this…” His voice drips with concern and fear, his eyebrows furrowed as he waits for your response.

You fiddle with the wrappers on your muffins, taking them off as if they were made of glass. They're still warm as you rip a piece off of the chocolate one, popping it into your mouth. You let out an unabashed groan, the taste coating your tongue in sweetness you’d only tasted recently in the juice of your drinks. 

It takes time. There's a comfortable silence, Mingi waiting for you to decide when you're ready to speak. When you do, your hands wrap around the coffee cup, the warmth spreading from your fingertips to your palms. It’s grounding to you. 

When you do answer, you look down, sighing heavily. “I don't know Mingi. I really don't."

“Jaiga, you’re worrying me.” Mingi stands, coming next to you. He easily overshadows you, but instead he squats, searching your downward gaze. “When did it start?” 

The question lingers in your brain, only taking a moment to produce some hint of an answer.

He shakes your head, acting as if you’re some toy he’s holding back from breaking. “Tell me you want this.” He commands. No hesitation, just confidence. 

“The party…the one at your place? I haven’t felt well since.” Saying it out loud makes you nauseous. You push away the food and drink, turning to face Mingi who's now sitting on the floor by your feet. The admission brings a sense of shame that you can’t place. You lean forward, your head in your hands as your breath begins to quicken again. 

You tell him everything. The obsessive locking of the doors. How you’d been terrified to be in your car alone. Where the bruises were on your hips the morning after. Everything you’d held in comes out in a sea of emotion and tears. He simply listens, rubbing your arm as he leans his head against the table leg.

“What happened that night Mingi?”

With the question now directed at him, Mingi clears his throat, closing his eyes as if he’s trying to travel back in time. The night is recounted just as you remember. The drinking and the games and the music. 

“But then I went with Yunho upstairs, and when we came back you and Joong were gone. Everyone said you had been paired together, so I figured I wouldn't interrupt." Your eyes are shut tight in your hands as he continues, unsure what you were expecting but knowing you wouldn’t like it. “He returned not too long after I got back. Said you were getting another drink.”

His tone shifts, sighing as he continues. 

“But you didn’t come back. I looked everywhere, asked everyone. Nobody saw you. I had to pick the lock on Jongho's door to find you…you’d locked yourself in there. Hongjoong was the one who realized I hadn’t checked in there yet.”

The memory of the panic on Mingi's face that night flashes across your mind, tugging at your heart. It’s coming back now, fuzzy but more than before. Walking into the bedroom with Hongjoong…his lips on yours…then the memory is blank until Mingi wakes you. As much as you wish he had the answers to fill in the missing pieces, you knew he didn’t. There were two people in that room that night, and one of you can’t remember a thing.

“Maybe ask him?” Mingi suggests, and your skin raises in goosebumps. That was the logical answer, right? Plus, Hongjoong already had your number. Even then, the thought sent shivers down your spine. That’d be a decision you’d leave for another day.

Mingi stayed with you for a week. He’d picked your car up from outside the bar as well. He brought you back from the edge you were falling off of, giving you a soft place to land. His love wasn’t that of a partner, it was the love of someone you’d been destined to find. He watched the light come back into your eyes, your laugh growing more sincere. Only then did he go back to the frat house. This time, when you were left in your apartment alone, things didn’t feel suffocating. They felt warm.

It was as if your entire environment had been reset. You’d begun to sleep soundly again, the pit in your stomach having been resolved with Mingi's reassurance. Now that you had a clear mind once more, the thought of filling in your missing memories gnawed at you. Whatever happened had clearly impacted you in ways nothing had before. So when you finally worked up the courage, you sent a text to Hongjoong, the first one since he asked about your car.

Y/N : Hey, my car's fine. Can we talk?

His answer is almost immediate, your phone ringing before you can even set it down. Shit, you didn’t mean a phone call. You watch it ring in your hand, almost as if it's a bomb that was threatening to go off. A couple moments go by before you decide to answer, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Hello?” You clear your throat before answering, the word coming out shakier than you intended.

“What's up?” 

“What happened that night at the party?”

His answer was a deafening silence. It seemed to stretch on for far too long, the tension threatening to break your world in half. The familiar feeling of worry began to creep up into your chest, its hand threatening to drag you back down from where Mingi had just saved you from. 

“We kissed and fooled around. Didn’t go all the way.” He sounds so sure of himself it almost immediately shoves down the nerves. Almost.

“O-okay. Thanks.” You curse yourself for stuttering, moving to sit on the couch while keeping the phone to your ear. The latest episode of your favorite show was on the television, and it must’ve been turned up quite a bit because Hongjoong's next words shock you.

“I like that show too. Did you see what happened last week?” The conversation was slowly developing into something more casual, less accusatory. That wasn’t the point of this. You were simply looking for answers. Your foot taps nervously on the carpet as you answer. 

“I did. This is last night's episode.”

He’s quick with his words, barely allowing you to finish your sentence. 

“Meet with me tonight? We can talk more.” There was an almost…pleading tone to his question. As much as Hongjoong made you nervous, Mingi was right in saying this fear couldn't run your life anymore, especially when it was unfounded. So you agree, exchanging an address for your favorite pizza place at 7. When you hung up, you sighed, realizing you forgot to ask how he even got your phone number. 

When you drove to your agreed meeting place, your hands were white knuckling the wheel. You’d end up calling Mingi shortly after your call with Hongjoong, recounting the conversation. He was busy studying for his next semester test, so you hurried the call. He’d encouraged you, saying he was proud and was hoping you’d get the answers you were looking for. Repeating the idea that this fear was going to gnaw at you until you faced it. The call ended with I love yous and be safe. His words replayed in your head upon your entrance to the restaurant, drowning out the Italian instrumental that filled the room.

Hongjoong was seated at a table by himself, looking down at his phone. He hadn’t noticed you until you pulled the chair out across from him, shaking his hair back as he looked up at you. “Hey.” His lips curled into a smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. When you see him like this, not in the dim light of a bar or a college party, you can’t argue with the fact he's handsome. When you take your seat, he greets you, asking how you're doing. You lie, saying that things are going well, leaving out the repair job Mingi had to do to you. The bags under your eyes weren’t completely gone yet, hidden by makeup. If Hongjoong looked close enough, he could see the evidence, but if he saw it he didn’t mention it.

“So, what’s with the question? I know you were pretty drunk that night but I didn’t think I was that forgettable.” He leaned back in his chair, raising an eyebrow. The cheese pizza you’d both ordered sits in the middle of the table, the smell infiltrating your nose with the sense of nostalgia. 

“I just don’t remember.” 

He nodded silently, picking up a piece of pizza. “We kissed. We touched over our clothes. You fell asleep, so I left you in the room. I thought you’d come out but you didn’t, so Mingi broke down the door.” The answer was short and matter of fact, leaving no room for uncertainty. You struggled to think back, the words not sparking any memory. 

That was the moment when you decided to accept his story. Both him and Mingi told similar ones, and the majority made more sense to believe. You really had just drank too much. The bottle did land on the two of you. His hands never went under your clothes. You’d fallen asleep, and Mingi had woken you. It was the truth, and you’d allow it to override the missing parts of your memory.

That night Hongjoong and you spent hours sitting in that pizza parlor. Once the anxiety of being around him was pushed down, you could actually enjoy his company. He was funny and made you laugh more than you had in a long time. At one point he’d even started singing along with the song that played, his Italian being below mediocre but his hand gestures made up for it. You found yourself actually enjoying the time you spent with him, questioning if you were truly overreacting when he would bring you anxiety before.

“Alright folks, closing time. You don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here.” The owner said, going to hand you the bill. Hongjoong takes it instead, looking it over before handing him his credit card. When the man walked away, you and Hongjoong exchanged glances before laughing, both of you bursting into song based on his words. Your heart felt light in that moment, as if a few days ago you weren’t a complete mess. 

When you both exited the building, you were finishing the song you’d been singing together, him far more on key than you were. You exchange high fives, laughing as the owner locks the door behind you.

“Ya know, you scared me at first. I don’t know why, but you’re not all that bad.” You say as you reach in your purse for your keys, noticing Mingi had also cleaned it out for you. 

When you look back up at him, you swear his eyes are glazed over, dark and foreboding. It lasts only a second before they’re back to their warm chocolate color, a soft smile on his lips. It must’ve been the lighting. 

“I hear that a lot. I don’t mean to seem intimidating.” He shrugs, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a pack of cigarettes. When he puts one in his mouth, he offers the package to you. You’d smoked before, only to look cool to your friends. It made you choke. You contemplated it for a moment before shaking your head, thanking him for the generosity. Hongjoong shrugs and lights his, speaking out of the side of his mouth. 

“Ya know, this doesn’t have to end here. We could go back to my house.” He takes the cigarette from his mouth, holding it between his fingers. You’re taken aback by the suggestion, having enjoyed your time but not enough to go home with him. 

“I have to get home, I have work tomorrow, but thank you. And thank you for tonight.” It wasn’t entirely a lie. You’d been doing a lot of remote work, finding it an impossible task to go into the office. 

“Another time then.”

He continues smoking as you exchange goodbyes. As you make your way to your car you remember a question you’d forgotten to ask. When you turn around, he’s about to get into his driver seat. He perks up as you call his name.

“How did you get my phone number?”

“You gave it to me that night.”.

𝒮𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐵𝓁𝓊𝑒

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Pairing : Felix x Hyunjin

Genre : Smut

WC : 2.2k

Warnings : Sub! Felix, Dom! Hyunjin, feminization, blowjobs, anal sex, referring to him as "girl" , slight degradation, anal creampie, mxm kissing, mxm sex

Authors note : This is my first M x M smut I've ever done, so I hope its okay!

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Things were comfortable between Felix and Hyunjin. Their relationship had been public for quite some time now. Granted, they weren’t allowed to show affection in public, but stolen glances and brushed fingers sufficed until they could be alone. It had to. Realistically they both wanted to shout it from the rooftop, but for now they'd settle for whatever they could get.

They were sitting together on the couch, Felix’s head resting in Hyunjin's lap. Hyunjin's fingers combed easily through Felix’s blonde locks, unknowingly soothing the nerves building in the pit of his stomach. Clearing his throat, Felix finally spoke, his deep voice cutting through the random TV show they’d turned on.

“Hyunnie….” His words are hesitant, his face flushing a light shade of pink. He can’t believe he’s finally going to admit this.

“Hmm?”

“I think…I think maybe I’d like to try something…” Hyunjin doesn’t interrupt Felix’s train of thought, deciding to let him share his thoughts when he's comfortable. After a moment of shaky breaths and Hyunjin's hand caressing Felix’s side, he continues his statement’ “I think I want to try wearing a skirt…maybe…” Hyunjin's silence makes Felix’s anxiety fold in on itself, quickly attempting to retract his words. “O-or not, nevermind I don’t know wh-”

   A chuckle escaped Hyunjin's lips and Felix sits up, looking at him with what seems to be hurt. Was he really laughing at him? Just as he goes to stand, Felix is stopped by Hyunjin grabbing his hand and shaking his head. 

   “Baby, wait.” Felix sighs and sits back down, tears pricking his eyes. He’d been contemplating this for weeks now. Sure, Felix wore skirts during performances before. But that was always on top of a baggy pair of pants. It was the way the fabric swayed that caught his attention. Questioning how it felt when the wind caught it just right and it brushed along your thigh.

    “If that’s what you want, then okay.” Hyunjin nods as he cups his lover's cheek, his thumb brushing along his soft skin. He was taken aback slightly, but it was important to stand by Felix’s side in this. He stuttered over his words, thinking faster than his mouth could speak. “Do you want me to call the Guess designers? We can get you something one of a kind, or I can take you shopping, or I can reach out to-“ 

    Felix shook his head and smiled softly. “No no, I want to do this myself.”

Hyunjin's heart sank slightly. He’d always prided himself on being able to help Felix with anything he needed, and the fact that Felix didn’t need him for this stung a bit. In his defense, Felix did like to involve Hyunjin in everything. Regardless, he answered with a kiss to the blonde's cheek and a nod, promising to let him explore this himself.

The next few days go by without mention of the conversation. Dance practice had kept Hyunjin out late at night, leaving Felix to his own devices. The laptop would light up the bedroom as he scrolled through the videos of women twirling and dancing in skirts, watching how some of them would fly up and others would fan out when they moved. It wasn’t until he came across one specific video that his attention was finally piqued. With his heart pounding out of his chest and a smile on his face, Felix placed the order, squealing into the empty apartment. 

The package arrived less than a week later. Felix quickly snatched the box from the delivery man, sprinting off into the bedroom and unintentionally slamming the door behind him. The package rested on the bed while Felix paced back and forth, watching it out of the corner of his eye like it might lunge and bite him. It took a while for the nerves to subside, but once they did, Felix cut open the box, his breath shaky as he opened his purchases. It was even more gorgeous in real life. The thought of waiting for his boyfriend to see him try it on was gone quickly, now replaced with excitement and hope. His clothes are shed, the new articles sliding over his skin.

Hyunjin stumbled through the door, exhausted from the multitude of hours spent dancing. It’s not that the choreography was difficult, it was that he couldn’t seem to get it exactly how he wanted. His punctuality was what got him this far in the industry. It's also what nearly brought him to his knees after days of meticulously analyzing himself, only to find a new moment to improve on. An endless cycle that urged him on instead of pushing him away.

His footsteps fall on deaf ears as he walks through the apartment, peeking into doorways in the hopes of finding Felix waiting for him. With the bedroom being the last place Hyunjin hadn’t checked, he grabs his phone, preparing a text as he opens the door. The intrusion is met with a small gasp and that's finally when Hyunjin looks up, the phone falling from his hand with a thud. 

Felix stands shirtless in front of the full length mirror, his hands running along the sides of his waist, his eyes squinted in concentration. It wasn’t the shirtless part that shocked Hyunjin. The baby blue skirt that barely hit the middle of his thighs, that's what got to him. It was pleated, flaring slightly around the bottom. From the looks of it, Felix had his cock tucked between his legs, hiding it from sight. He looked ravishing, earning a groan from Hyunjin as he crossed the room in quick strides.

“Fucking hell jagiya…” Hyunjin's strong arms wrap around Felix, his lips planting kisses along his boyfriend's shoulder. Their eyes met in the mirror, a sheepish smile spreading across Felix’s face before his eyes drifted away, suddenly feeling shy and nervous. Hyunjin's hands drifted to his hips, lightly urging him to turn around. Once they were face to face, their lips finally touched, soft and hesitant at first. The kiss broke before it could deepen, Hyunjin looking into the mirror once more.

His grip moved to Felix’s ass, palming him lightly through the fabric. As the skirt rose, Hyunjin's breath hitched. Blue lace peeked out from under it, hugging his boyfriend's bottom perfectly. It was the same shade as the skirt, pressing against the soft skin. Hyunjin could feel the blood rush to his crotch all at once as he lifted his hand, his palm landing a smack on his lover's ass. Felix hissed , his hips rutting forward, bringing attention to the bulge in his panties. 

“You’re so sexy, fuck…come here…” 

Their lips met once again as they backed into the room, a mixture of tongue and spit as their hands wandered along each other. The fire lit between them was as if they were touching for the first time even though they had committed the feel of each other to memory. Felix’s knees backed into the bed, making him sit on the edge while Hyunjin stood between his legs. From this view, Felix could see the bulge in the other man's sweatpants, licking his lips instinctively. His hands came up, snaking under the matching grey tank top before Hyunjin quickly took it off, throwing it across the room. 

“Wanted to look so pretty for you…” The muscles of Hyunjin's abs tensed under Felix’s lips, his breath coming out in shaky pants. Only when Felix looked up did Hyunjin notice the hint of blue on his eyelids, mascara thickening his eyelashes. It was the last time he expected, but seeing his boyfriend like this, all dolled up, Hyunjin's cock throbbed in his pants against Felix’s chin. Grabbing the waistband of his sweats, they were quickly pulled down, Hyunjin's cock springing free and bouncing off his waist. The tip already beaded with precum as Felix’s tongue darted out, licking him clean while murmuring “All for you…”

The conversation stalled as Hyunjin's head tilted back, engulfed in pleasure as his cock was being serviced. Felix’s breath was hot against his boyfriend's shaft as his touch was limited to open mouth kisses, before growing impatient and wrapping his lips around the tip of his cock. Hyunjin fisted the blondes hair, his arm hair standing on edge When his mouth finally took his cock , he groaned, watching Felix bob his head with hooded Eyes. The pressure on the underside of his cock from Felix’s tongue nearly knocked the wind out of Hyunjin's lungs.

“Oh fuck…C’mon pretty, use your hand too…” The new nickname made Felix whine, his hand coming up to stroke what he couldn't take into his throat. There was a different feeling than normal though. When he looked down, Hyunjin saw that Felix's nails were longer now, painted with white tips and a flower on the ring finger. The sight of everything, the skirt, the makeup, the nails…Hyunjin was going to finish before he’d even gotten to fuck his boyfriend. He lightly pulled on the hair he was holding, earning a confused look as  Felix pulled away, a string of spit dripping onto his chest. 

Before any questions could be asked, Hyunjin made a demand.

“Lie back and spread your legs for me.”

In one swift motion, Felix was on his back and Hyunjin was between his thighs, his wet cock pressed against the fabric of the skirt. There was a small damp spot where Felix had tucked his cock, the new angle allowing Hyunjin to see his member restrained in the lacy panties. His balls were contracting as much as they could, the fabric not allowing much movement. 

Hyunjin was growing desperate. He’d hooked his fingers into the panties, sliding them down Felix’s strong legs and allowing his cock to breathe. Their cocks brushed for a moment, both boys whining as their hips moved on impact. When Hyunjin reached into the nightstand he fumbled, unable to find the lube. Felix gave an answer before the question was asked.

“I…I prepped myself before you got home…” Still sheepish, still blushing, his voice was quiet yet still as deep. That sentence broke every last string of control Hyunjin was holding onto, lifting Felix's legs over his shoulders. The angle was perfect for Hyunjin's cock to slide into Felix’s hole without any resistance, a string of curses coming from both of their lips. He wasted no time, his hips rutting into his boyfriend while their moans filled the room. 

“So pretty for me baby, fuck…you’re still so tight…” Hyunjin's pupils were blown wide as he turned his head, biting Felix’s ankle as his thrusts began to speed up. Felix’s hole was spasming around his length, drawing him in deeper. When his hips were angled just right, Hyunjin's cock found the most sensitive part of his lover, a smile crossing his lips as Felix’s back arched and he let out a high pitched moan.

“That's my baby…my sexy girl…” 

The words came out without any thought behind him. Hyunjin's movements stopped, his eyes searching those of the man under him. Instead of offense, he was met with pure lust and ecstasy, Felix’s lips parted and his eyes slightly closed. “Yeah? You like being my pretty girl?” The way Felix tensed around his shaft with the new names was bringing Hyunjin closer to the edge than he’d like. It was too much. The skirt, the running mascara, the way Felix's cock was bobbing between them. 

Hyunjin's pace sped up once more. He reached over, grabbing the panties again and wrapping them around Felix’s length, stroking him in tandem with his deep thrusts. The sound of his balls slapping against Felix’s ass was drowned out by their loud groans and whines, sweat covering both of their bodies. 

“D-daddy…please…please…fuck!” Felix wasn’t asking for anything, the feeling of the lace fabric stroking his shaft nearly bringing him to orgasm. He held on though, wanting this to last as long as possible. Felix felt so gorgeous, so needed, so ruined in this moment, and he didn’t want it to end. But his stomach was tightening and Hyunjin's thrusts were ruthless, his tip pounding into his prostate.

“Let me feel this pussy cum on my cock baby. This is my pussy, isn’t it?” Hyunjin's free hand came up, wrapping around Felix’s neck. Not enough to choke, but enough to know who was in charge here. “Daddys filthy girl-fuck…You need to cum? Do it baby, let me feel this wet pussy.” 

With a shout of Hyunjin's name, Felix came undone, his cock pulsing in Hyunjin's hand as rope after rope of his seed spilled into the panties he had bought. The tightening of Felix’s ass drove Hyunjin off the same cliff, cumming deep into his boyfriend's ass. His hips stayed pressed against the others, his length throbbing. Both of them panting, Hyunjin leaned down, lightly kissing his partner as his cock slipped from him. While their lips were lazily brushing against each other, Felix was only empty for a moment before Hyunjin's fingers were replacing his cock. 

“Gotta keep my girls pussy full of my cum, huh?”

Felix giggled and nodded, his hand brushing Hyunjin's hair back, slick from sweat. Hyunjin's fingers slowly pumped into Felix, not trying to arouse him necessarily, simply to keep the proof of their actions inside for as long as possible. When he sensed the other's breath calming, he removed his fingers, the slick sound eliciting a groan of approval from both of them. 

𝒫𝑒𝓇𝒻𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝐹𝒾𝓉

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Pairing : Mingi x Reader

Genre : Smut

WC : 1.5k

Warnings : P in V sex, porn w/o plot, squirting (lots) , fingering, pet names, oral (f recieving), moment of restraint, dirty talk, its just filthy lol

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Mingi and you fit together like a lock and key. Everything about him complimented you perfectly, and vice versa. Both of your weaknesses and strengths offset each other. When the world seemed to want to swallow you whole, he was the light that brought you back. In return, your arms were always open, a safe place for him to run. He’d even take you to go see the cliche movies you loved so much, but on the condition you’d go dancing with him over the weekend. It was like you two had known each other in your previous lives, having beaten the odds and found each other once again. 

That's how you’d ended up here. Completely bare in front of him, your legs spread, sitting up while resting on your palms. You were grateful the chemistry between you two extended into the bedroom, because Mingi made your body do things you didn’t even know existed. Your hips buck slightly as his tongue laps at your folds, the sounds coming from him lewd and obscene. Three of his long fingers are buried inside you, pressing against a spot that makes you whine loudly. A thin layer of sweat coated your body as you were unknowingly pushing him harder against your core. Your body is tight, eager for release.

“C’mon baby, relax for me…” His words are barely audible between your legs but you do as he says. With a deep breath, your calves relax, your leg stops shaking and the grip on his hair loosens.His mouth latches onto your clit, swirling his tongue on the sensitive nub while his fingers consider. His fingers coax more of your arousal from you, his palm collecting what he can’t lick up.

A strange feeling in your stomach suddenly alerts you. It's…deeper, almost. You’ve never felt this before, and are unsure as to what it is. If you had to describe it, it would be close to needing to use the restroom. That's the last thing you want to happen. Slightly embarrassed, you attempt to push Mingi's head from between your legs, only to have his tongue flick quickly against your clit. “M-Mingi…fuck…wait, stop, I…” Your words fade into moans as you continue your attempt to get him to listen, only for him to speed up.

“Let go, it’s okay.” His free hand rubs small circles on your thigh as he murmurs against your skin. Unable to hold back anymore, you let whatever this is engulf you.

Your eyes roll as the most intense feeling of pleasure overtakes you. Tears prick your eyes, blurring the image of Mingi between your legs. You can feel your pussy flexing around his fingers, pulling him in deeper, urging him to continue his prodding on your g-spot. The pleasure only grows, your hands fisting the sheets. In one moment, it feels like your entire body is floating as your pussy squirts onto Mingi's face. His lips seal tightly over you, drinking you in yet he doesn’t lighten his movements. It feels endless. He’s like a man starved, his tongue and fingers devouring everything you give him. Unable to hold yourself up, you fall back onto the bed, tears staining your cheeks. 

“Fuck Mingi I-” Your sentence is cut off by his hand over your mouth. He's sitting up on your right side now, his fingers still buried inside you. At some point while he was in between your legs, his grey sweats had disappeared, his cock rock hard and leaking onto the sheets. Whatever happened to you seemed like it lit a fire in him. His pupils blown wide, his lips wet and swollen, Mingi's voice seems deeper somehow as his eyes lock with yours. His thick fingers begin to move inside you once more and you whine into his palm, your hand gripping his wrist. 

“Oh honey, I have 4 fingers in you now, you feel that?” He moves them roughly against your walls, beginning to thrust them into you again. “Now, you're going to squirt for me again, hm? Can you do that for me, pretty girl? Make a mess for me?” His words are soft, the exact opposite of his fingers roughly thrusting into you. When you nod, he removes his other hand from your face. It joins his other hand between your legs, rubbing your sensitive clit in swift circles.

If your eyes could roll any further back into your head, they would. It's all too much. You’ve never felt your pussy flutter like this before, and the stimulation to your clit only deepens the pleasure. You can physically feel yourself leaking onto his hand and the bed. Each thrust of his hand splashes droplets of you onto your thighs. It's an absolutely filthy sight, Mingi completely ruining your pussy with 4 fingers, his other hand quickly strumming your clit as you grip the sheets, threatening to tear them.

The same feeling as before sneaks up on you too quickly. There's no fighting it this time, the pleasure completely engulfing you. The first time you were holding back. Now you're embracing it, gushing past Mingi's hand. Suddenly, his fingers are removed from inside you but he doesn't even give you a moment to process the loss before his open hand is strumming your pussy, applying harsh pressure onto your clit. His other hand grips your chin, forcing your mouth open so he can slide his wet fingers against your tongue. The taste is barely salty, not really tasting like anything, but his digits quiet your screams as just the movements of his hand on your clit drive you over the edge again.

“Good girl…You fucking soaked the bed baby…Fuck…” Mingi removes his hand from between your legs and your mouth, leaving you completely empty. Your legs slam shut, your hips still bucking softly as small aftershocks hit you. He has the biggest grin on his face as he tilts his head. He lifts the hand that was inside you, showing you it's absolutely drenched. You can physically see the wheels turning in his head while he speaks. “Let me try something. Open your mouth.” 

At this point you're completely out of it, so you obey without question. He leans over, bringing his hand up above your face. “Stick out your tongue.” Another instruction mindlessly followed. Mingi smirks at your obedience before he flicks his wrist experimentally, drops of you landing onto your cheeks and tongue. Your wordless answer is to giggle as he repeats, only harder this time, your face peppered with the proof of your actions.

“My messy girl.” Instead of wiping his hand clean, he wraps it around his shaft, hissing as he strokes himself with your squirt acting as lube. At the same time, he forces your legs open, kneeling between them. Your body reacts without much thought or care for how sensitive you are, arching your hips up so his length grinds against your slit. When Mingi grabs your hips and forces your legs onto his shoulders, he leans over, folding you in half. 

“You’re gonna give me one more, okay baby? I know you can.” His sentence is punctuated with his cock thrusting into you, filling you to the brim in one move. Your hands search for something to grip, landing on his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin. Your body rocks as he thrusts relentlessly into you, squelching sounds coming from between you. It should embarrass you, but it spurs you on, your pussy tightening around him. Both of you covered in sweat, your loud moans and whimpers echoing off the walls. When Mingi looked down, he saw your pussy creaming on his cock, white pooling at the base of his shaft. He growls and his pace only picks up.

“Thats it, c’mon baby..” From this angle his cock is pounding into that same sensitive spot relentlessly, building that same sensation, your body locking once again. With one rough thrust, you're thrown over the cliff. The difference? The angle. Each thrust of Mingi's cock pushes more out of you, onto his waist and your thighs. He's groaning as he fights against your tightening cunt, his own orgasm building as he continues. Your mouth agape in a silent scream, your head thrown nearly fully back, you look gorgeous like this. Completely ruined for him. When your voice catches up to you, you let out a guttural groan, and that's what finishes him. He slams into you, staying there as his cock twitches inside you. Filling your cunt while he shakes between your legs.

After a moment, he speaks, panting between words. “Youre amazing, holy shit…Such a good girl, taking everything I give you…” His hand brushes your hair out of your face as he lets your legs off his shoulders, resting them on either side of his body. You feel like you’ve been drained of everything, unable to find the words to express what you're feeling. Mingi leans forward, resting his head on your chest while his cock softens and slips out of you. 

ℑ𝔫𝔢𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡

Twisted Loyalties Chapter 2

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Pairing : Hongjoong X Reader

Angst

WC : 3.8K

Warnings : Alcohol, trauma, disassociation, memory loss, depression, body pains, signs of abuse (unknown to reader), stalking fear, sabotage, anxiety , cigarettes , suspected tampering

Authors Note : PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT IN THE RIGHT HEADSPACE!

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The creak of the bar door went unnoticed by the patrons indulging at the counter as you walked in. Mingi sat in a booth opposite, joined by several friends he’d recently introduced you to. When he sees you, he raises his hand and beckons you over. Only you could hear your sneakers sticking to the floor as you walked, the sound being drowned out by the laughs of others and the early 2000s music playing over the radio. 

It had been a week since you had seen your friend. Even though you’d answered his messages with I’m just busy or I’ll call you later, he never just let you be. In a way, you appreciated that. There was never any question of whether he cared about you. Seeing his face light up at the sight of you warmed your heart. Regardless of everything, Mingi was a constant in your life. 

“Hey guys.” Your voice was monotone, offset by a smile you offered to everyone at the table. There were 3 of them there besides Mingi. You recognize their faces, but you’re drawing a blank when it comes to naming them. Rather than make a fool of yourself, you hope it somehow comes up in conversation. Mingi gestures to the open spot on the booth across from him, and you take your place, sliding into the booth next to one of his friends.

When you turn your head to the person next to you, your blood runs cold, even though you can’t place a finger on why. You recognize his face and the smile he offers in return. “Remember me, doll? Hongjoong.” The name clicked into place. He was the one who brought up playing the game at the party. That’s all that registers for you about him though. By the end of that night, you were so intoxicated that you fell asleep in Mingi’s arms as he walked you from his car to your apartment, so you blamed your lack of recall on that.

“It’s nice to see you again!” a blonde man says from the spot diagonal from you. Your face must’ve given your misplacement of him away, because he introduced himself again. 

“Seongwha. We kissed at the party.” His nonchalant tone was refreshing in comparison to the pit in your stomach you got when thinking about last weekend. You’re relieved to find that he simply thinks of it as a kiss and nothing more. The last nameless face states his name again, San, and you nod as you try to commit their identities to memory. Mingi jokingly asks if you’ve forgotten him too, your answer coming as mock confusion, earning a hearty laugh from him. He always warmed whatever room he was in with that laugh; it was the first thing you noticed when you’d become friends.

The men have their drinks already. Some form of liquid sedation that, when you ask what they’re called, they answer with such confidence it makes you want the same thing. They got here far before you did, meaning Mingi had already downed his first one. He asks what to grab you from the bar, and you answer with whiskey and coke. Something safe and hard to mess up. After the week you’d had, you deserved at least that.

The day after the party was spent trying to remember what happened. It was a mostly solid memory; Mingi leading you through the crowd, the spin the bottle, the drinks. The edges of your brain grew fuzzy after that though. It was like you were watching a DVD with a scratch on the disk, skipping over the damaged parts. Your body showed proof of something though. When you showered, you noticed there were small bruises on your hip, completely unidentifiable in their cause. You’d always bruised easily, so that was easy to explain. The thing you couldn’t figure out is the tenderness of your labia. Almost like friction irritation. Maybe your jeans were too tight the night before and you didn’t notice. Whatever it was, you were watching yourself go throughout the normal motions that day, remiss of any intention in your movements.

It’d even put a damper on your work. You found yourself blanking out frequently, your lips slightly parted as you disassociated. You’d never been one to do that before. The walk to your car at night was a constant look left and right, searching the shadows. For what, you didn’t know, but every sound quickened your pace. Even when the car door closed, you adjusted the mirror to see the backseat, half expecting something to be there. There never was. You’d began to check the locks on your door before you laid down for the night multiple times. The shower curtain never fully closed, the bathroom door being left open to reveal the living room. The groceries you’d bought the day before the party went untouched in the fridge, the bananas rotting on the counter. You lied to yourself and said you’d make banana bread with them, knowing you wouldn’t. 

You didn’t know what was happening to you. You felt like your world was being turned upside down for no good reason. Just an off week, maybe? Regardless, you decided to agree to come out tonight to attempt to get a break from it all.

San and Seongwha are deep in conversation, something about the soccer game on the TV. Mingi was stuck at the bar, flirting back and forth with the bartender who only saw the interaction as a way to earn more tips. That left you with Hongjoong. 

“So, Y/N, what do you do for work?” You tell him, deciding not to glamourize it. It was simple work and paid the rent. That’s really all you had time to care about. 

Hongjoong isn’t drinking, his fingertip running along the edge of the glass. You have two choices here. The soccer game or this conversation, and you know nothing about soccer. Deciding to entertain him, you turn your body to him, your head resting in your palm as you speak. “And what do you do?”

He chuckles, shaking his head slightly. His hair falls in his face and he pushes it back before he answers. “Oh, I do this and that. Just stuff to get by. Mingi - “ He nods his head toward the bar , “-and I know each other from high school. I just moved back to town.” That explained why you hadn’t met him before the party. He sips his drink and gazes at you over the glass. His eyes bore into you as if they were searching for a question only he had the answer to. The conversation is interrupted by Mingi bringing your drink, taking his spot across from you back. He commands the attention of the group, everyone’s separate conversations stalling in favor of joining in whatever he wanted to talk about. That was the thing about Mingi. He knew how to make people feel seen.

Your drink tastes of cheap liquor and off brand soda, but it was something and for that you were grateful. You grew more comfortable with each passing moment, joining in on the conversation. Your drink went quickly since you spent more time getting it into your system than savoring it. Within 10 minutes, you’re the one standing at the bar, asking for another while the boys stay seated. One drink was your rule for coming out, but that first one went so fast you were okay with indulging a bit. 

   You’re unable to make out what they’re talking about, but the laughter coming from the table twinged your heart a bit. If you needed anything right now, it was a good laugh. And being the only woman at the bar, you couldn’t help but feel like all eyes were on you. A hand on your back startles you, breaking your attention from watching the bartender mix your drink.

    “Whoops, sorry about that doll.” Sans voice eases you, your shoulders relaxing once more. He’s ordering another drink too. If he feels any sort of buzz, he’s good at hiding it. The bartender slides your drink over, the liquid sloshing but not spilling. San catches it when you fail, handing it to you with a shy smile.

   “O-oh, thank you.” He smiles then orders another beer. The first sip of your new drink hits hard but not nearly enough to get a reaction. “What’s so funny over there?” He shrugs it off, waving his hand dismissively to the group. It’s explained to you quickly, how Hongjoong had made such an absolutely depraved joke that the others couldn’t keep a blank face. 

   The night goes on like that. Comfortable, easy conversation that didn’t take much thought to join in on. It’s exactly what you’d hoped for after the week you’d had. The one thing you can’t come to terms with is how Hongjoong’s leg bumps into yours every so often, your response being to pivot them the other way. He followed regardless. You’re silently grateful when he gets up to use the restroom, giving you a moment of reprieve.

   The bar isn’t getting any less busy as the night goes on. It’s still mostly young adults with the occasional middle aged man looking to drink away his unfulfilled dreams on a Friday night. By now the music had looped, and in checking your time you sigh, not wanting the night to end, but it was almost midnight and you were getting tired. You wouldn’t say you were drunk, but you definitely weren’t sober.

     “I should really get going.” You announce, fishing in your purse for cash. Much like the rest of your life this week, it was a mess. It was slightly embarrassing to be doing this, your ears turning red as the trash in your purse rustled. Mingi notices, shooting you a sympathetic look. “I got it, you can just send it to me later.” He gives you no choice and for that alone you nearly burst into tears. 

   You’re the first up from the table, pulling your car keys from your pocket. At least you’d thought to keep those set aside. Seonwha notices as he stands, raising an eyebrow at you. “Youre going to drive home? The three of us are calling an uber. Let us call you one.” Mingi nods before him and San disappear to settle the tab at the bar. A twinge of guilt stings your chest as he swipes his card, offering the waitress his number one more time, only to have her decline. 

“What about you?” You turn towards Hongjoong. Like you, he has his keys in his hand, spinning the ring on his finger. He’d drank nearly twice as much as you yet if you’d just met him you’d think he was sober. 

“I feel fine. Imma be real careful, promise.” That earns a chuckle from you. His voice drips with confidence and you with it didn’t give you the butterflies it inevitably did. Your remark is similar, telling Seongwha your apartment is only a few miles away and you’ll drive slow. His expression is almost one of pain, but he nods silently, giving up the fight. He didn’t know you well enough to insist, and he knew Hongjoong wouldn’t listen anyway. 

With the bill paid and drinks finished, your group leaves the bar, reconvening on the sidewalk. It’s completely dark now, the only light being the flickering street lamp and the ones that pooled out the bar windows. It would’ve been somewhere you avoided this late had you not been in the company of Mingi and his friends. Their uber is only a few minutes away, so you decide it’d be best to head to your car while they were still standing there. 

“You’re sure?” Mingi asks as he hugs you. You went around the group, offering a side hug to everyone except for him, who wrapped you in his arms and his pure size made you feel safe. 

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Text me when you get home, I’ll do the same.”

You nod and wave to them, crossing the street as their ride pulls up. You can’t get to your car fast enough, suddenly feeling vulnerable. In front of the bar, Hongjoong pulls out a cigarette, lighting it and letting a puff of smoke out before he leaned against his car. You assume he doesn’t like the smell seeping into his seats. Yeah, he seems like the kind of guy who values his car far too much. With your door shut and your rearview mirror showing that nobody hides in the shadows for you, you turn the key.

It’s met with a loud sputtering and a cough of the engine. The car rumbles as if it’s going to start, only for it to stall completely. It doesn’t make sense, you got your car serviced meticulously on time. There should be no reason for it not to work. A plea to nobody in particular leaves your lips as you attempt to start it again, only to be met with the same obnoxious groans and screams in protest. You let out a mixture of a choked sob and a yell of frustration, leaning your forehead on the steering wheel.

   A knock on your window makes you jump. Hongjoong stands in the dark, urging you to roll it down so he can talk to you. Your better judgement says to ignore him and call Mingi, but you open your door, meeting his gaze. “Car troubles?” He asks, leaning against the doorframe. Suddenly you feel extremely claustrophobic. 

   “Yeah. Guess I’m getting an uber after all.” 

   “Nonsense. I’ll drive you.” He reaches out, offering you his hand. Regardless of his smile, you hesitate, unsure as to which path to take. You really didn’t want to spend the money, plus who knows if your card is actually in your purse.

   “Okay…” Your agreement is hesitant, but you take his hand, getting out of your car. Nothing outwardly looks wrong with it, and your heart sinks knowing that the repair for whatever is wrong will be expensive. Hongjoong’s hand steadies you, leading you to his car. He smells of clove cigarettes and expensive cologne. 

   His car is just as you thought it would be. A newer model of some brand you didn’t even bother to learn. Yours was older, the seats being a tan faux leather and the console eroding away at some parts, showing the foam underneath. It wasn’t that you didn’t want a nice car, it was that your car worked. Or rather, had worked. Hongjong’s seats are the real deal, his radio is a touch screen and the air conditioning is blasting. You grimace at the difference, trying to push down the envy. It even smells like a new car. 

    “I don’t bite, ya know.” He remarks as he gets in the driver seat. Your knees are turned away from him. Out of embarrassment, you adjust them to where they’d be if you felt comfortable.

   It didn’t really make sense why Hongjoong made you so nervous. His presence made you feel like a rabbit in a trap, even though you’d only met him twice. His eyes seemed to drink you in. Occasionally you’d catch him licking his plush lips as he looked at you. He seemed like the type to drive you crazy on purpose. If that wasn’t enough, Hongjoong was insanely attractive. Everything about him, physically at least, drew you in like a moth to a flame. So when you notice you’re staring at his hands on the wheel as you give directions home, you scold yourself internally, looking away with a blush. 

   “It’s just up here.” You point at the tall building to the right of you. It wasn’t fancy but it was home and that’s what you wanted the most. When he pulls into the parking space in front of the entrance, he turns in his seat, looking over at you. His eyebrows are furrowed as he gestures towards the building. 

   “Mind if I use your restroom?” 

    The thought of him being inside your home makes your stomach flip. You’re shocked when your lips open and grant permission, wishing you could smack yourself out of whatever trance he put you in. You hardly even spoke to him and he had you like a puppet on a string. Like he knew something you didn’t and he used it to his advantage.

   The stairs of your apartment building are steep and by the time you reach the fourth floor you’re nearly out of breath, and the alcohol wasn’t helping. Hongjoong follows close behind, his presence palpable and intimidating. The lock on your front door clicks as you turn the key, opening your safe space to whatever energy he was bringing in.

  You’re immediately in your living room. The kitchen sits on the left, dishes piled in the sink and the trash starting to overflow. Luckily the half wall blocked that from this point of view. Your home is simple, a couch and a television, the coffee table between the two littered with magazines and your laptop. Greenery adorns the room in random little places, seeming like they were placed there without intent and only to get it out of the way.

   “Down here.” You point and show Hongjoong the bathroom, thanking yourself that even if the house suffered after this week, you never let the bathroom get dirty. 

   When he closes the door, you suddenly feel like a stranger in your own home. You’re unsure where to stand, should you sit instead, would it be rude to start washing dishes? It was as if you were an intruder, feeling unwelcome in the 4 walls you pay for.

   Opting to sit on the arm of the couch, you wait for him to come out so you can nudge him out the door faster. Hongjoong in your apartment, in your bathroom, feels wrong and like an intrusion. But were you really going to deny him after he just gave you a ride home? Maybe you’re too nice for your own good.

   When he comes out, he’s drying his hands on his jeans, and a memory of last weekend finally comes into focus.

  Hongjoong is standing in the doorway. There’s an ache between your legs. Mingi is there, yelling at you. Your head is pounding and you’re struggling to sit up. He’s standing there with a hand towel, brushing off his groin and looking you over. 

   “Just got a drink spilled on me is all”

 “Thanks, Y/N. You have a lovely home.” He glances around as you both head to the threshold. If you had the gull, you’d push him out and lock the door in his face. He couldn’t leave fast enough. Just as he’s about to let you close the door, he turns, a cold smile on his lips. “Let’s do this again, hmm?”

   “Yeah, let’s all get together soon.” You didn’t know what Hongjoong meant by this, nor did you want to find out. The inclusion of everyone was purposeful, hopefully getting across the message that you didn’t want to be alone with him again. Only when he turns and begins the descent down the stairs do you allow yourself a full breath. 

   Your head is throbbing, probably from hitting your head on the steering wheel. After completing your routine of locking the door multiple times, you head to the bathroom. Mingi’s ringtone blares from your pocket and you answer, immediately being greeted by his questions.

   “Are you home?! You never texted me.”

   “I just got home. My car wouldn’t start. Hongjoong drove me.”

   “Why didn’t you call me?” His voice goes quiet, guilt washing over you as you detect the sound of hurt. That wasn’t your intention. You explain that Hongjoong was there, Mingi and the others had already left and it was just easier to let him help. 

   Your phone is tucked between your ear and shoulder as you open your mirror cabinet, searching for something to soothe your headache. But this all looks wrong. Bottles are shuffled around and your skincare is stacked completely wrong. A pit forms in your stomach as you consider that maybe you did this, even though you know for a fact you didn’t. Mingi’s rant fades to the back of your consciousness as you find the Tylenol, right next to a prescription bottle that wasn’t completely sealed. The hairs on the back of your neck stand on edge as you close the cabinet, deciding you’d just deal with the pain. 

  “Yeah, Mingi I’m heading to bed. Good night.” You hang up without waiting for an answer. Your heart is racing in your chest, your palms sweating as you leave the room, closing the door behind you. The one person in there besides you was Hongjoong. He had no reason to look through your medication, right? Maybe you just put everything away in a hurry.

Yeah, you'd been rushing around this morning to get to work. You probably just put it all away too quickly.

   The locks are checked again. On the windows, the door, even the balcony. A once over isn’t enough though and soon you’re going through the cycle again. The anxiety is drowning out any semblance of reassurance, nothing feeling like enough to keep you safe. The next hour is spent pacing, locking, unlocking, locking, pacing. Until you find it dizzying to stand, finally giving in and climbing under the covers of your bed. The walls feel like they’re watching you, gauging you for weaknesses.

That night you hardly slept. But when you did, Hongjoong’s laugh echoed and you replayed his excuse about the towel, searching for something in the frame of that moment. You’d awake on and off with a start, unable to shake the fear. Only when the sun peaked over the horizon did you allow your weary eyes to rest, finally falling asleep once the darkness couldn’t hurt you anymore.

   You don’t wake up until late in the afternoon. It’s hot and muggy in your apartment since you didn’t turn the air conditioner on. The phone next to you lights up with a notification. It’s a voicemail from Mingi, only a few hours old. 

  “Hey, so I got my mechanic to stop by your car, which you should really be locking, and he says…uhhh…here, you say it.” You’re smiling, knowing that Mingi was more like a big brother than a best friend. The phone shuffles, then a deep voice you don’t recognize. “Yeah, it’s your starter fuse. It was disconnected. Took a long time to find, but I got it. Normally doesn’t happen without someone doin’ it, but it isn’t unheard of…” Your ears start to ring as the phone shuffles back to Mingi. “And don’t worry about the cost because…”

   The conversation fades to background noise, the voicemail finished when a new notification makes you shoot up in bed. It’s an unsaved number, and it makes your blood run cold despite the temperature in your apartment.