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starskq · 6 months ago

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STUDIO / K.M

Pairing ◊ sub!fem!reader x meandom!idol!minjae

Genre ◊ SMUT, fluff at the end

Warnings ◊ SMUT (MINORS DNI), meandom!minjae, softdom!minjae, sub!reader, reader is a tease, fingering, slight dacriphylia, hair pulling, choking, riding, rough, spanking, degradation, praising, use of nicknames (good girl, babe, etc...), slight cnc, orgasm control, pain play, overstimulation, dirty talk, physical restraint, aftercare

Word count ◊ 4.1k

Summary ◊ You loved seeing Minjae work, but seeing him all focus and everything stirred something in you. And you just couldn't wait. So you decided to test his limits.

a/n: this is my first smut omg, i was so nervous to post it! don't hesitate to tell me what you think!

You sat on the plush couch in the corner of the recording studio, your eyes fixed on Minjae. He was hunched over the mixing console, his fingers dancing over the controls as he tweaked the track levels playing through the speakers. The dim lighting of the studio cast a soft glow on his face, highlighting the sharp lines of his jaw and the intensity in his eyes. His focus was absolute, and you couldn't help but admire him, your mind wandering to less innocent places.

Minjae’s fresh new black hair fell into his eyes, and he absently pushed it back with a slight huff of annoyance, his full attention on the computer before him. You bit your lip, your thoughts growing filthier by the minute. You shifted on the couch, trying to get comfortable, but it was useless. You wanted his attention, needed it.

"Babe," you called softly, but he didn't respond. He was lost in his world of melodies and rhythms.

You sighed and got up, walking over to where he was working. You leaned against the console, deliberately positioning yourself in his line of sight. "Jae, it's been hours," you pouted, your voice hinting at playful frustration.

He looked up briefly, his eyes softening when they met yours. "I know, babe. I'm almost done. Just a little more patience, okay?’’

Your pout deepened. "You've been saying that for the last hour. How much longer?’’

Minjae chuckled, the sound low and affectionate. "I promise just a few more tweaks. This song needs to be perfect.’’

You watched him as he turned back to the controls, his focus once again unwavering. You admired his dedication, but your impatience was getting the better of you. You moved closer, placing your hand on his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his skin through his thin shirt.

"Minjae," you whispered, your lips close to his ear. "Can't you take a little break? Just for a moment?’’

He turned his head slightly, your faces inches apart. "Y/n, I really need to finish this. But I promise, once I'm done, I'm all yours.’’

Your eyes flickered with mischief. "What if I can't wait that long?’’

Minjae's eyes darkened with a mix of desire and amusement. "You're making it very hard to concentrate, you know that?’’

You wrapped your arms around his neck, gazing up at him with a mix of affection and desire. "I just missed you. Watching you work is amazing, but I want some of your attention too.’’

He leaned down, brushing his lips against yours. "You have all of it, even when I'm busy.’’

You kissed him, a slow and lingering kiss that spoke of all the things you wanted to do. Minjae responded eagerly, his hands tightening around your waist. For a moment, the music and the studio faded away, and it was just the two of you, lost in each other.

When you finally pulled apart, both of you were breathless. Minjae rested his forehead against yours. "I really need to get back to work.’’

You nodded, your heart racing and your pout evident. "Fine. I'll be patient then.’’

He smiled, giving you one last kiss before turning back to the console. "Thank you, babe. I'll make it up to you, I promise.’’

You returned to the couch, your eyes never leaving him as he dove back into his work. The sight of him so focused and determined stirred something inside you. You decided to test his limits, to see just how much you could push him before he gave in.

You started by shifting your position, slowly crossing your legs in a way that made your skirt ride up just a bit higher than usual. The movement was deliberate and calculated. You watched as Minjae glanced over, his eyes momentarily lingering on your exposed skin before he quickly looked away, his jaw tightening.

"Babe," you called softly, your voice laced with a mix of innocence and seduction. "Is it okay if I take off my sweater? It's a bit warm in here.’’

He looked up, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Sure, go ahead.’’

You pulled off your sweater slowly, revealing a fitted tank top underneath that clung to your curves. You stretched your arms above your head, arching your back just enough to draw his attention. You saw his eyes flicker with interest before he quickly turned back to his work, trying to maintain his focus.

"Do you have any water?" you asked, your voice sweet and innocent.

"There's some in the fridge," he replied without looking up.

You got up and walked over to the mini-fridge, making sure to sway your hips just a little more than usual. You could feel his eyes on you, even if he was trying to pretend otherwise. You bent over to retrieve a bottle, knowing full well that your skirt was short enough to provide him a beautiful view of your panties as you bent.

When you turned around, you saw Minjae staring, his expression a mix of frustration and desire. "Y/n, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice strained.

You feigned innocence, widening your eyes. "Just getting some water. Why?’’

He shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "Nothing. Just… hurry up and sit down.’’

You smiled sweetly and returned to the couch, taking a slow sip from the bottle. You made sure to lick your lips afterward, your eyes never leaving his. He tried to ignore you, but you could see the tension building in his shoulders.

After a few more minutes, you decided to up a notch. You leaned back on the couch, stretching out and letting your hand casually slide up your thigh. You watched Minjae's reaction, noting how he glanced over repeatedly, his focus slipping.

"Jae," you called again, your voice a soft purr, knowing full well how much he loved this nickname.

He sighed, finally turning to face you fully. "What is it, Y/n?’’

You looked at him with wide, innocent eyes. "I'm just bored. It's hard to sit still when you're so busy.’’

He ran a hand through his hair, clearly struggling to maintain his composure. "I'm almost done. Just a few more minutes.’’

You pouted. "You've been saying that for a while now. Can't you take a tiny break?’’

"Y/n, you're not making this easy," he muttered, his eyes dark with desire.

You grinned, pleased with his reaction. "I have no idea what you're talking about.’’

Minjae shook his head, standing up and walking over to you. "You know exactly what you're doing.’’

You tilted your head, your expression the picture of innocence as you looked up to him. "I'm just sitting here.’’

He leaned down, positioning resting his arms on either side of your head, on the back of the couch. "You're testing my limits, and I can promise you, this is not a good idea.’’

You smiled up at him, your heart racing. "And what if I am?’’

His eyes burned into yours, his voice lox. ‘’You really want to play this game?’’

Your heart raced with excitement and fear. You looked up at him, your eyes wide but defiant. "What game?’’

Minjae's eyes narrowed, and he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. "The game where you push me until I snap. You want to see how far you can go, don’t you?’’

You shivered at his words, a thrill running down your spine. ‘’Maybe.’’

He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his expression a mix of frustration and desire. "You're going to regret this," he warned, tilting his head to the side and arching his brow.

You smirked, your eyes glinting with challenge. "We'll see.’’

With a growl, his resolve finally snapped. He grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand while the other trailed down your body, rough and demanding. "You think you can tease me and get away with it?" he muttered, his lips grazing your neck.

You gasped, your body arching against his. ‘’Minjae…’’

He cut you off with a harsh kiss, his teeth grazing your lower lip as he pulled back just enough to speak. "You're nothing but a tease, Y/n. You think you can distract me from my work? Make me lose control?’’

You whimpered, his words sending a wave of heat through you. "I'm sorry," you whispered, though you both knew you weren’t.

"No, you're not," he said, his voice filled with a dark amusement. "But you will be.’’

He moved his hand from your wrist to your throat, not squeezing but holding you in place as he kissed you again, rough and demanding. His other hand slid under your tank top, his touch sending shivers through your body. "You like this, don’t you?" he growled against your lips. "Being at my mercy.’’

"Yes," you admitted breathlessly, your eyes half-lidded with desire.

"Say it," he demanded, his grip tightening just a fraction.

‘’Fuck,’’ you hissed as your airflow was restricted. ‘’I love it.’’

Minjae's grip on you tightened as he pulled you to your feet, his eyes dark with a mixture of anger and desire. He guided you to the edge of the couch and sat down, pulling you over his lap with a firm, unyielding hold. Your heart pounded in your chest, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through your veins.

"You wanted my attention, didn't you?" he growled, his hand resting on your lower back.

"Yes," you whispered, your voice trembling.

"Now you have it. But you're not going to like what comes next," he said, his tone cold and authoritative.

Without warning, his hand came down hard on your ass, the sound of the smack echoing through the room. You gasped, the sting of the slap sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through you.

"Minjae!" you cried out, your body tensing.

He leaned down, his lips close to your ear. "You brought this on yourself, y/n. You think you can tease me and get away with it?’’

Another sharp smack landed on your ass, harder than the first. You whimpered, tears springing to your eyes from the intensity of the pain. "I'm sorry," you pleaded.

He chuckled darkly, his hand rubbing the spot he had just struck. ‘’I know you’re not sweetheart.’’

He spanked you again, this time even harder. You yelped, your body jerking against his. The pain was intense, but there was an underlying pleasure that made your core throb with need. He resumed spanking you, each strike harder than the last. "You need to learn your place. You don't get to play these games with me, not when I’m working.’’

Tears streamed down your face, your body shaking from the intensity of the pain and pleasure at the same time. He paused, his hand resting on your red, swollen ass. "You look so pathetic right now," he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "Crying and begging for mercy. Is this what you wanted’’

You nodded, your sobs making it hard to speak. "Please, no more.’’ He knew that you were not really asking to stop, and the wet patch on your panties told him how much you really enjoyed it.

He laughed, the sound harsh and devoid of sympathy. "Oh, we're not done yet.’’ He slid his hand between your thighs, teasing your wetness. "Look at how wet you are. You say you don't want it, but your body tells a different story.’’

You moaned, your hips involuntarily bucking against his hand. "Please."

"Please what?" he asked, his fingers barely grazing your sensitive clit. "Please make you come? Please forgive you?’’

"Yes," you begged, your voice a desperate whisper.

He removed his hand, leaving you throbbing and unfulfilled. "You don't deserve it," he said coldly. "Not yet.’’

He spanked you again, harder than before, the pain making you scream. "You need to learn that there are consequences for your actions, sweetheart.’’

You sobbed, your body trembling. You needed him to touch you where you wanted the most. ‘’I've learned my lesson.’’

He paused, his hand resting on your lower back. "Have you?" he asked, his voice softening slightly.

"Yes," you cried. "I promise. Please, no more.’’

He pulled you up, positioning you to straddle his lap, your tear-streaked face inches from his. "You look so beautiful when you cry," he murmured, his thumb brushing away your tears. His eyes softened ever so slightly. You sat on his lap, your breath hitching.

"Did you learn your lesson?" he asked, his voice low and commanding.

"Yes," you whispered, your voice trembling.

"Good," he replied, his grip on your hips tightening. "Now, tell me what you want.’’

"Please," you begged, your voice barely above a whisper. "Please touch me.’’

A smirk tugged at his lips, his eyes dark with satisfaction. "You want me to touch you? After all that teasing?’’

"Yes," you moaned softly, your body aching for his touch. "Please, Minjae. I've been good.’’

His fingers trailed up your thighs, moving slowly, teasingly. "You think you deserve it?’’

"Yes," you pleaded, your eyes closing as his fingers got closer to your core.

‘’Tsk, look at me,’’ he commanded as he shook his head lightly. His fingers held your chin, forcing you to look at him in his eyes, and you force your eyes open, meeting his intense gaze. "Beg properly.’’

"Please," you begged again, your voice more desperate, your pride going away fast. "Please, I need you. I've learned my lesson. Please make me come,’’ you whined, your lips forming a little pout.

A satisfied growl rumbled in his chest. "That's better." He slid his fingers under your panties, finding you wet and ready. ‘’Fuck baby, you’re so wet," he murmured, his voice filled with dark amusement. "All from a little spanking.’’

You moaned, unable to form words as his fingers began to tease your entrance. He slid one finger inside you, slowly, making you gasp. "You're so tight," he murmured, his eyes locked onto your face, watching every reaction. It was so fascinating for him how your face twited in pleasure at every little things he did.

You whimpered, your hips bucking slightly against his hand. "Please, Minjae," you begged again, your voice trembling.

He added a second finger, thrusting them in and out slowly, teasing you. "You want more?" he taunted.

"Yes, fuck, please,’’ you moaned, your voice breaking with need.

He increased his pace, his fingers moving faster and deeper, hitting that perfect spot inside you. "You're such a needy little thing," he said, his voice filled with both degradation and admiration. "So desperate for my touch.’’

Your moans grew louder, your body trembling as pleasure overwhelmed you. "Minjae, I'm close," you gasped, your eyes fluttering shut.

"Don't you dare close your eyes," he commanded. "I want to see you when you come.’’

You forced your eyes open again, looking at him as he continued to finger you, his thumb now rubbing your clit in tight circles. You cried out his name, your body tensing as you reached the edge.

"Come for me, baby,’’ he ordered, his voice low and commanding.

With a final thrust of his fingers, you shattered, your body convulsing as you came hard around his fingers. You screamed, your voice echoing in the room.

He watched you with dark satisfaction, his fingers still moving, riding you through your orgasm. "Good girl," he praised, his voice softening slightly. "That's my good girl.’’

You barely had time to catch your breath before he started again, his fingers relentless. "Minjae, please," you begged, your voice shaking with overstimulation.

‘’Come on, babe. You teased me for hours. It’s what you wanted, right?’’ he asked, his tone mocking. "You're gonna come again for me.’’

You moaned, your body already on the edge again from his relentless teasing. "Minjae, I can't," you whimpered.

‘’Of course, you can," he said firmly, his fingers moving faster, his thumb pressing harder against your clit.

You were helpless against the pleasure, your body trembling uncontrollably. You cried out his name, your eyes engorged with tears. Another powerful orgasm crashed over you, making you scream his name again.

He slowed his movements, gently easing you through your orgasm, his eyes filled with satisfaction. "Such a good girl," he murmured, his tone a mix of praise and possession. "You did so well.’’ Your body was still trembling and sensitive, but you still looked at him desperately.

‘’Please,’’ you whispered, your voice shaky. ‘’I need you.’’

He smirked, withdrawing his fingers from your cunt slowly, making you whimper at the emptiness. ‘’Aw, my baby needs me?’’ He mocked, his tone filled with amusement. ‘’You sound so fucking desperate.’’

You bit your lip, your hands moving to jhis pants, fumbling with the button in your impatience. You looked at him, a begging look in your eyes, your fingers trembling against his jeans. He grabbed your wrists, pulling your hands away from his pants. ‘’So needy,’’ he taunted, his eyes dark. ‘’Can’t even wait for me to take my pants off.’’

You whimpered, your body aching. You needed him inside you. ‘’Please,’’ your voice sounded so desperate.

He chuckled, the sound low and menacing. He locked eyes with you, slowly licking his lips in anticipation. ‘’Alright, since you’re so eager.’’

He released your hands, allowing you to unbutton his pants. You quickly undid them, your hands shaking with anticipation. You pushed his pants and boxers down, freeing his aching cock. You looked at him, your eyes wide with need.

‘’Was that what you wanted?’’ He asked, gripping his cock and rubbing it against your wet folds.

‘’Fuck, yes,’’ you moaned, your hips bucking against him.

He positioned himself at your entrance, putting just the tip in. You threw your head back, closing your eyes. ‘’But,’’ he said, looking at you with an arched brow. ‘’Do you really deserve it?’’ He teased.

‘’Jae, please just fuck me. I need you inside me,’’ you begged, looking at him with doe eyes.

With a low growl, he thrust hard into you, burying himself to the hilt in one swift motion. You screamed, the sudden feeling of being full sending a jolt of pleasure through you. He closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of your pussy squeezing him. ‘’Fuck,’’ he murmured. He started moving, slowly at first. "That's it," he growled, gripping your hips tightly. "Scream for me. No one can hear you in here.’’

He set a brutal pace, each thrust hard and deep, making you cry out with every movement. His hands were so tight on your hips, you knew he’d leave marks, but you didn’t care. ‘’You like being fucked like this, huh?’’ He taunted, his voice rough. All you could do was moan, too deep in pleasure to actually form a coherent sentence.

He stopped his hips, leaning back against the couch, ordering for you to move. You began to move, your body trembling with effort and pleasure. He guided your movements, his hands tight on your hips, forcing you to take him deeper. "That's it," he growled. "Fuck yourself on my cock.’’

Your moans grew louder, your body moving frantically as you chased your release. "Minjae," you cried, your voice breaking.

"You're such a needy little slut," he mocked, his voice low and harsh. "Look at you, so desperate to come.’’ That was probably his favorite view. Your face contorted in pleasure, your tits bouncing, your hands scratching his lower abdomen. But the pace you were setting was too slow for his own taste.

He thrusts up into you hard, making you scream. "You like being my little whore, don’t you?’’

‘’Yes, fuck-" you sobbed, your body shaking with pleasure.

"Good," he growled, gripping your chin and forcing you to look at him. "Because that's all you are. My little slut.’’

He continued to thrust into you, each movement rough and demanding. Your moans filled the room, your body trembling with pleasure. "Jae, I'm close," you gasped, your eyes filled with desperation.

"Not yet," he commanded, suddenly pulling out and flipping you over the arm of the couch. He positioned you on your knees, your ass in the air, and entered you again with one hard thrust.

You screamed, the new angle sending waves of pleasure through you. He was even deeper inside you, grazing your sweet spot with each thrust.

He gripped your hair, pulling your head back as he fucked you harder, his hand wrapping around your throat. "Scream for me," he demanded, his voice rough. "Let everyone know who you belong to.’’

You screamed his name, your voice raw with pleasure and desperation. He tightened his grip on your throat, cutting off your air just enough to make you gasp. "You're mine," he growled, his thrusts becoming even more brutal. "Say it.’’

"I'm yours," you gasped, your voice barely audible.

"That's right," he snarled, releasing your throat and gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises. "You're mine. My little whore.’’

He pounded into you relentlessly, your moans and screams filling the room. "Minjae, I can't—" you gasped, your body trembling.

"Yes, you can," he growled, his hand moving to your clit, rubbing it harshly. "Come for me, baby.’’

With a final, powerful thrust, you shattered around him, your screams echoing in the soundproof room and milking his cock. You convulsed around him, your body completely overwhelmed by pleasure. "Minjae, please," you sobbed, your voice breaking.

With a final, brutal thrust, he came inside you, his grip on your hips tightening. "Fuck," he growled, his body shuddering with release.

He stayed inside you for a moment, both of you panting and trembling. His chest stayed against your back, his arms on each side of your body, supporting himself. Finally, he pulled out, his hands gently stroking your back. "You did so well," he murmured, his voice softening. "Such a good girl.’’

He gathered your trembling body into his arms, holding you close and kissing the top of your head. “Shh, it’s okay, love,” he whispered softly, his tone now filled with affection. “I’ve got you.’’

You nestled against him, your body exhausted and spent. He stroked your hair gently, kissing your forehead. Minjae looked around the studio, noting the lack of amenities for proper aftercare. He saw the mini fridge and had an idea. “Hold on, let me get some water and clean you up a bit.’’

He gently laid you down on the couch, ensuring you were comfortable. You whimpered slightly, your body still sensitive. He walked over to the mini fridge, grabbing a couple of water bottles and a clean cloth he found nearby. He returned to your side, his eyes filled with concern and love.

He opened one of the water bottles, wetting the cloth. “This might be a bit cold,” he warned gently before cleaning you up. His touch was tender, his movements careful as he wiped away the sweat and the remnants of his cum that spilled out your hole and stained your inner thighs.

You flinched slightly at the cold but relaxed as he continued to clean you. “I’m sorry for being so rough,” he murmured, his voice filled with genuine remorse. “I got carried away.’’

You shook your head, a small smile playing on your lips. “I liked it,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “But I’m so tired.’’

He chuckled softly, his eyes softening. “I can tell. You can barely move.’’

He finished cleaning you up, then helped you sit up, supporting you with his arms. “Here, drink some water,” he urged, holding the bottle to your lips.

You took a few sips, your eyes closing as the cool water soothed your parched throat. “Thank you,” you whispered, leaning against him for support.

He smiled, kissing your temple. “Anything for you, love.’’

You tried to stand, but your legs wobbled, and you nearly collapsed. Minjae caught you easily, his grip steady and reassuring. “Easy there,” he said, a smug smile playing on his lips. “I guess I really wore you out, didn’t I?’’ He couldn’t help but chuckle a bit.

You blushed, resting your head against his shoulder. “Kind of, yeah,” you admitted, a hint of a smile on your lips.

He helped you back onto the couch, wrapping a blanket around you to keep you warm. “You look so beautiful like this,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“You’re so cocky,” you teased, your eyes half-closed from exhaustion.

“Maybe a little,” he admitted with a chuckle. He sat down next to you, pulling you into his lap and holding you close. “Just rest, okay? I’m right here.’’

You nodded, your eyes closing as you leaned against him. “I love you, Jae,” you whispered, your voice filled with affection.

“I love you too, babe,” he replied, his voice tender. He continued to hold you, his hand gently stroking your back as you drifted off to sleep.

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astrasng · 3 months ago

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we need a bf!xikers series (both sfw and nsfw included) you're just THAT good yk 🤭

a/n: you ask, I shall receive~ also, I would like to let people know that I'm most probably will not write nsfw version about junghoon. also, as I mentioned before, for 05liners the nsfw vers is going to be rather soft and nothing hardcore♡ and ty for the kind words 🥺

thinking about..

bf!minjae who can't resist tucking a piece of hair behind your ears when you are talking to him, making you blush immediately under his intense gaze.

bf!minjae who leaves letters to you whenever you're left alone in his room in the mornings, a smile creeping up on your face when you see his little i'll be home before you know it~ message with double hearts decorating the sides.

bf!minjae who constantly takes you out on dates, even when he has tons of work to do, he finds time for you. always.

bf!minjae who rubs your tummy under your shirt when he's lying next to you, his attention fully on the movie you picked out.

bf!minjae who calls you up in the middle of the day, asking your whereabouts and what you are up to, only so he can send you money when he hears you're out with friends or shopping.

bf!minjae who would take you to work every day if he could so you wouldn't be separated.

bf!minjae who can't help but be clingy when you pay more attention to one of his member, even risking being lovesick in front of the babies.

NSFW

bf!minjae is the type who pulls you in between his legs, kissing up your stomach under your shirt just so he can hear how much you need him.

bf!minjae is the type to call you gorgeous when you give him head, his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as he looks down on you and gathers your hair in his hand, murmuring fuck, gorgeous. do you know what you do to me? while shoving you further down his cock.

bf!minaje's favorite position is when he's fucking you against a wall. these days he only works out so he can lift you up with ease and bury himself into you.

bf!minjae who is undeniably a thighs man. he can't help but enjoy the sound of slapping one of your thighs, his handprint all over the delicate skin, jiggling when he's wrapping it around his waist.

bf!minjae who is obsessed with when you mark and scratch his back as he's bullying his cock into you, groaning against your ear at the sensation and the next morning when he sees the masterpiece you did.

bf!minjae who does the same to you. leaving red and purple splotches on you neck and breasts, kissing them the next day because it makes him hard just even looking at it.

bf!minjae is the type to pull his phone out while fucking you, breathing out darling, you look so beautiful enjoying my cock, you don't mind it, right? while wearing a hazy smile.

important!: this is pure fiction, the act in this story is by my imagination and not based off true events. please do not copy the work.

i'll be posting jinsik's hard version in a different post than the og:)

tysm for reading!♡

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kcake555 · 2 months ago

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Minjae cake 🍰

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thosetwofirefighters · 2 years ago

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(wip) fuck it friday (on saturday)

Rules: Post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file.

totally meant to do this yesterday but then I got distracted, and you know how that goes... tagged by the amazing @the-likesofus @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy and @shortsighted-owl thank y'all so much!! ily <3

every time a tag game like this comes around, I always wish I named my docs in a more interesting way, and then I never change the names of any of my docs. anywaaaay, the names of my current wips are:

fisting wip

nancy/marjan get caught?

fake dating au

wax play wip

smutfic for minja (psst @lilbuddie)

technically i don't even have a doc for minja's fic yet, since everything i've written for it is in my notebook, but i figured since that's the fic i'm sharing a snippet of, i should list it? lol

please don't judge this, i wrote it yesterday and haven't looked at it since:

It's something he would usually be eagerly listening to and asking so many questions about, but Eddie's hand is on his thigh, hot to the touch even through Buck's jeans, and he can't focus on anything but his boyfriend. He rubs circles into Buck's inseam with his thumb, and it takes all of Buck's willpower not to glare at him for the torturous touch. But they can't afford too much attention on them, so Buck refrains, pretending he's engrossed in the conversation instead of barely listening. Chim and Maddie return a few minutes later, and Buck uses the distraction to shoot a pointed look at Eddie, grabbing the hand on his thigh to halt its movements. Wordlessly, he tries to beg Eddie to stop teasing him, but the older man just smirks before adopting a faux innocent expression and asking Maddie what song they signed up to sing.

no pressure tagging @mooshkat @lilbuddie @swiftiediaz @alyxmastershipper

#the way that most of my wips are smutty and that's why i havent finished them yet #why must I overthink smut and become insecure about it :(#eternally grateful to minja for being so excited about the fic i posted the snippet of because otherwise idk when i'd write that one either #but its such a fun idea and i'm glad for the practice writing smut and minja's excitement meaning i will actually finish it <3 #mine #tag game #fuck it friday

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hannybun · 7 days ago

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making out with xikers plsplspls i know sumin gonna be the messy one😵‍💫😵‍💫

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Making out w/Xikers headcannons (Minjae, Junmin, Sumin, and Yujun)

Genre: Not necessarily smut, but it’s very suggestive (18+) MDNI

Warnings: heavy making out, hickeys, mentions of oral (Receiving), mentions of sex (Sumin)

Author note: I’ve only did 4 members for this post because they are the only members I can up with on the spot. I can do the other six members if you request for it.

Minjae

Minjae has so many responsibilities that he has to worry about as the leader. That’s why his favorite part of the day is when he comes home to you waiting for him.

When you greet him in the kitchen, he just melts into your arms. “How’s was your day, Jae?” you asked, softly rubbing his back. You could hear Minjae softly mumbling a soft ‘good’ between your shoulder.

Immediately after saying that, he looks up at you, and pulls you in for a kiss. It was full of need and passion, pouring out all the stress he had bottled up inside

That’s when you feel Minjae push your shoulders, falling onto your knees

“Why don’t you be a good girl and help me out.”

Junmin

Make outs with Junmin are so sensual, especially in a romantic setting. Let say that, the two are on a date together. The whole time, he was practically undressing you with his eyes.

You returned back to your shared apartment, quickly locking the door behind you. Junmin wasted no time getting his lips on yours, making out with you deeply. They were full with love, it’s makes your body feel warm.

He’ll pull away to get a breath, “feel comfortable, y/n?” You nodded, wanting to continue. You continued your makeout session, not long after, you felt his hands under shirt, teasing your bra strap.

The touches only got more intimate from then on, you spend the rest of night showing how much you loved each other

Sumin

Kisses and make outs with Sumin can be messy, but intense. During sex, he might pull you in for a messy, wet kiss; sometimes letting drool come out of your mouth.

Definitely teases you for making a mess, “Wow, I’m must be that good for you to make a mess everywhere,” making you embarrassed. Even though his teasing you, he loves how you getting so into the kiss.

Another type of make out session he likes are sleepy kisses. Like, both of you are barely awake but still have the energy to kiss each other sloppy. When you finish, he’ll buried his head in your neck

Speaking of neck, he loves to give to you hickeys, especially near your neck and chest area. Taking Polaroids of your body

Yujun

The quickest way to Yujun turned on is having a makeout session. The two of you could be cuddling in bed, when all of a sudden, you’re all over each other, kissing lovingly. The kisses start off rather tame; but they quickly become more passionate.

Yujun is already a touchy person; but once you’re at this point of your session, his hands are all over your: face, thighs, and chest. “Keep touching me please,” you sighed into his mouth, as your hand on his thigh was traveling up his crotch.

Yujun likes kisses being pressed against his jawline, it’s makes him melt. He might do the same, maybe even biting your neck, creating a mark. It’s just kisses on the lips and neck till it becomes something more.

Overall, making out with Yujun is always something you look forward to

#xikers #xikers smut #xikers hard hours #minjae smut #junmin smut #sumin smut #yujun smut #🍪 anon

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Mutual Help | #18

𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭: @kithtaehyung

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, mature content

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 7k+

⇠ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯. | 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ⇢

Leaving your overthinking for the rest of the day has probably been one of the best decisions you've decided to make on this starting trip. You won't let yourself overthink all that stuff, not allowing yourself not to have fun and think through every Jungkook's action. It shouldn't matter if he did it to get Kiko's attention or not. You know her attention is subtly focused on the both of you, no matter how many times she's trying not to stare at you and act nice towards you. Maybe she just feels bad after you stormed at her, and you can't forget the fact that she's hiding something, according to Jungkook's words.

He told you how he wants to enjoy this trip, regardless if Kiko will be here or not. And she is, yet you can see him watching her whenever he thinks nobody sees him.

After all of you had fun at the lake, you let yourselves dry in the burning sun before it got too hot and unbearable, to change into clothes and play some sport games. Namjoon brought a soccer ball, which obviously led to a soccer game. At first, it was a men vs women game, which could never lead to a complete trouble free game. Surprisingly, you weren't bad as a team like you expected you to be. You were doing pretty good actually, to your standards and mutual strength at least. Unfortunately, and quite obviously, men were better and it seemed super easy for them to win.

"That was foul!" Minjae screamed at them, making sure they heard her across the huge soccer field that you made for yourselves.

"No, it wasn't. Seulgi stumbled on her own, Namjoon didn't even touch her." you told her, replaying the memory you just saw a few seconds ago.

"Y/N! You are supposed to be on our team!" Seulgi laughed, shaking her head at Minjae's attempt to save your already bad score.

Shrugging, you just sent them an apology smile. "I'm just honest."

Looking at Jungkook, you saw him sending you a flying kiss with a smirk, his way of thanking you because they just added another goal to their score.

Then you created a new team, a mixed team so all the men could finally play at least some kind of serious game. You, Jungkook, Jimin and Seulgi. The other team was Kiko, Hoseok, Namjoon and Minjae while Taehyung remained as a referee. Your team won, with Jungkook's energy and skills, you barely had to do anything other than to kick him the ball whenever it somehow stumbled in front of your feet. Regardless of that, you were still proud of yourself for winning, even though it was mostly Jungkook and Jimin's merit.

The rest of the day went like this and before you realized it, it was time for dinner while the sky was getting darker with each passing minute.

Now, the sky's completely painted dark with beautiful stars sparkling in the distance with sounds of crickets echoing through the space. Even the sound of fire sizzling and the warmth that spreads on your face because of it, is oddly calming. You take that moment to cuddle up to Jungkook, who's sitting next to you, with his arm over your frame pulling you closer. Stomach full, all you can muster to do is listen to everyone's chattering and laughter that slowly fades in the distance as you let yourself think. Your eyes automatically drift to Kiko, who's sitting obliquely from you, head resting on Hoseok's shoulder as he keeps laughing and nodding along to Namjoon's funny story of how he broke his sister's bathroom door.

"Hey, are you sleepy?" Jungkook asks softly, shoulder slowly nudging the side of your face as you frown.

"Kinda," you sigh, "But not really. I think the fire's making me sleepy." you admit, appreciating the warmth of it warming your face.

Even though it's July, it gets even colder at night than back in Seoul. It makes sense, considering you're surrounded by hills and more located to the South.

"You wanna take a walk?" he asks, your head lifting in interest as you look around.

"But it's dark." you point out, not seeing any lamps, well instead of the flashlights and disposable torches the boys had brought, that surrounds the space around you where you're camping.

"Oh, are you scared?" Jungkook nudges you with his shoulder again, shaking your whole body with the single movement as you roll your eyes. "Don't worry, I'll protect you." he promises, a cocky grin earning its place on his lips.

"I'm not scared, you moron." you tell him, faking annoyance and it still makes him chuckle at your attempt.

"Sure, whatever you say." he muses, teasing you but all you give him in response is another roll of your eyes and grin that can't be hidden anymore.

"Okay, let's go. But if we see or hear anything suspicious, we're coming back." you tell him, pursing your lips while you stare at him sternly, daring him to say something different.

His nose scrunches and he starts to laugh at you, but nods to your words nevertheless. "We'll take our phones with us and light up our flashlights on, you big baby." he says, jumping to his feet as he shakes his head to ruffle through his hair.

Big—big baby? The audacity!

Standing up, you dust your sweatpants and take Jungkook's hand that he holds up for you to take.

"We'll be right back. We're gonna just take a walk." Jungkook informs the group, making them nod in response before they barely pay attention to the two of you leaving.

They are too busy chattering while drinking beer and soju. Or at least it seemed like it because as soon as you're in the safe distance of not hearing them, Taehyung turns around and watches you walk further and further away.

"Do you think they're gonna fuck?" he asks, cheeks red from the fire but also from the amount of soju he's already drank.

Jimin cackles, telling him to stop drinking that much although, his own eyes drift to your disappearing bodies. What they don't see is the look on Kiko's face that makes her straighten and take a deep breath. It doesn't go unnoticed by Hoseok and he wraps his arm around her petite frame, pulling her closer as he presses his nose into her hair.

"You okay?" he asks her silently, making sure nobody else listens to him.

She looks at him for a brief second before her eyes focus on the flame of the fireplace Jungkook and you made. It's almost as if it's mocking her straight in the face. "Yeah, I'm sure." she assures her best friend, giving him a weak smile but he's not buying it.

"Kik," he sighs, but she just shakes her head in response.

"I'm fine, Hobi." she tells him and ends the conversation there, but still cuddles to him even more.

When he squeezes her, she feels at least some kind of comfort and is incredibly thankful for her friend. Hoseok knows, yet doesn't pressure her into anything and even if she's acting like nothing's wrong, he begs to differ but doesn't say anything. He shows his support with the stronghold he has on her body, silently telling her that he's there for her.

"What? I'm just wondering!" Taehyung exclaims, shrugging his shoulders innocently and the simple act makes Jimin snort.

"Stop wondering about your friends' sex life." Jimin reasons, hearing a loud snicker coming from Namjoon's mouth this time while Seulgi and Minjae busy themselves with stuffing their mouth and act like they're not listening to the conversation.

"Don't tell me you don't think they're shagging—"

Hoseok cuts him off by throwing an empty cup at him, perfectly aimed at Taehyung's forehead. "Shut up, Tae." he scolds him, but grins nevertheless to ease the tension that his reaction might have caused.

Taehyung frowns, rubbing his forehead as if the empty cup could've really hurt him but he listens. He closes his mouth and starts to bicker with Jimin, when he gives him another lecture about alcohol and his low tolerance.

"This is healing," you fill the silence with your soft voice, eyes focused on the moon lightening above your heads.

Jungkook follows your vision, humming in response before he looks at the lake that sparkle with the same reflection of the moon. "It really is," he agrees, "It's cold though." he chuckles, hearing you doing the same.

"Yeah, I thought it'd be slightly warmer. I hope we won't be cold while sleeping in tents." you voice out your worries.

"We'll just have to wear a lot of clothes. But if you're gonna be too cold, just tell me. We can sleep in the car." he says, making you smile at his thoughtfulness.

"How are we gonna fit there?" you chuckle, not being able to imagine the two of you trying to fit in the back of his car, even though his current car is bigger than the one he used to have. Or you could just sleep in front, but you surely won't get any quality sleep there.

"Then I'll sleep in the tent and you can sleep in the car." he shrugs, your mouth pouting automatically at his words.

You'd feel awful and guilty for sure if that happened. Sure, Jungkook is a big boy and probably doesn't get cold that easily, compared to you, but still.

"Jungkook, no." you shake your head.

"Or, we could just cuddle and keep ourselves warm." he pokes you in the ribs, causing you to giggle as you slap his shoulder.

Or, that's an option too.

"How are you feeling?" you ask, nibbling on your bottom lip when you're met with silence and Jungkook's steps halting until he stops.

"What do you mean?" he asks, brows furrowed in confusion.

Stopping too, you walk closer to him and lean against one of the trees that are near the edge of the lake. "Kiko's here." you point out, causing him to chuckle while he hides his hands into the pockets of his cargo pants.

"I'm aware," he laughs lightly, and you do the same because it's nice to see him not depressing over her. "I really wanna enjoy this trip, but I can't help but notice how close she seems to be with Hoseok."

And then you see it. Frown settles on his lips at the mention of Hoseok. Of course, he noticed how close they were and probably still are at the fireplace.

"They're best friends, Kook. You don't think they're dating, do you?" you cock your head to the side, a breeze slightly ruffling your hair.

"No," he shakes his head, frowning once again. "I don't know, something feels shady. They're definitely hiding something, I just have no fucking idea what it is."

The memory of Jungkook telling you about the possible secret that Kiko's hiding crosses your mind, but you're just as clueless as Jungkook is right now. You don't know them that much, but Jungkook does.

"What could she possibly be hiding from you?" you think out loud, thinking about all the possible scenarios that could've happened.

"Whenever I see her looking at me, or even when we were talking at Jin's wedding... I could see how guilty she looked," he says, deeply in thought. "I know her so well, I just know there's something more to this and Hoseok basically confirming that at Jin's wedding just proves my suspicion."

"Well, either way, she's not gonna tell you and neither will Hoseok. How are you planning to find out?" you ask, growing confused.

There's nothing he can do. The only thing is to get your little plan to keep going and finish it before some damage will be done. Surprisingly, playing Jungkook's girlfriend isn't hard so far. The two of you have always been more touchy and comfortable around each other, so none of this feels uncomfortable or foreign to you or Jungkook. Obviously, it all faded away and even stopped when he started to date Kiko which you understand. It was out of respect to her, even though she probably never voiced jealousy. That's what kind of gentleman Jungkook is.

"The only thing I can think about, considering her weird and suspicious behavior, and the fact she seems so fucking guilty about something... what if she cheated on me?" he says quickly, his brain processing his own words while he seems to be stunned he finally voiced out his suspicion. It makes it more real and now that he said it out loud, it makes much more sense.

But even to you, it doesn't make much sense. "You think she'd cheat on you?" you ask confusingly, knowing how Jungkook swore that she's the least selfish person he ever met.

"Argh! I don't know!" he exclaims, covering his face into his huge hands as he groans into them.

Sadness overcomes your features and your body moves on its own, hugging Jungkook's muscular body while you cuddle your face into his chest. His hoodie smells just like him, his favorite fabric softener and that sweet, yet muscular scent he always holds. Sighing, he hugs you closer to him.

"I don't think she'd, but what am I supposed to think?" he asks, voice muffled by your hair as he kisses the top of your head.

"She loves you, Kook. I don't think she cheated on you." you tell him, but he just shakes his head.

"We don't know that." he disagrees, causing you to chuckle as you slightly pull away and look up at him.

Your noses are almost touching from the proximity between you two.

"We don't, but I can see the way she's looking at you. She's trying to be so nice to me," you let out a dry chuckle, causing Jungkook to do the same thing, however his one isn't dry but almost loving at the mention of his ex.

"That's her." he adds, and you fight the urge to roll your eyes.

"But I just see the sadness in her eyes. I might not know her that well, but even I can tell. She doesn't seem jealous..." you trail off, looking back into his dark orbs that shine underneath the moonlight.

"You'll tell me when this gets too much for you, right?" he asks, your brows furrowing in confusion as you stare at him.

"Of course, that's what we agreed on." you remind him, surprised he brought up that topic.

He nods, bringing his back to your face as he gently grabs it and starts caressing the apples of your cheeks. Your eyes flicker shut, enjoying how soft his hands feel against your skin and you happily hum, making him chuckle but not stopping him. Nudging your nose with his own, you whine at his hot breath fanning your face.

"Kiss me, Kook." you whisper, having this sudden need to feel those plushy lips again.

You haven't kissed since you came here, which is quite surprising because you thought you'd, at least as soon as you saw that Kiko's here too. But for some reason Jungkook never insinuated a kiss.

But he listens to you now, kissing you by quickly connecting your lips as he holds your face even tighter. It feels needy and it strokes your ego that he kisses you almost as if he missed your lips. Well, you certainly missed his ones.

The moan slips out of your mouth as soon as the kiss gets rougher and he slowly backs you, until your back meets the tree again. His hands are everywhere, from gripping your hips to pulling up your leg and hooking it up over his hip to properly feel your thigh, all while he's still kissing you. Your own hands are occupied by nails digging into his hoodie before they trail down to his ass, giving him a squeeze. He smiles into the kiss, but still doesn't pull away. You're gasping for air, causing him to detach your lips but his own starts to work on your neck where he ducks your skin. You're moaning, head leaned against the tree while the wood is too harsh and uncomfortable, but you don't dare to move. Excitement overtakes you're whole body and with your leg that he's still gripping tightly, hooked over Jungkook's hip, you grind onto him. He groans, grinding back where you can feel his bulge. Through the countless amount of layers, you can't feel him the way your body craves to, but it's still enough to make you clench around nothing as you feel yourself getting aroused.

You grind against each other, desperately trying to get ahold of that pleasure and lust that clouds your minds and bodies, but the clothing you're both wearing and position makes it hard. It's not enough, unless the two of you would undress which isn't such a smart idea considering the weather. As if Jungkook thinks the same thing, he stops grinding against you and rests his head on your shoulder while his chest heaves with quick breaths. You're no different, long and loud breaths leave your mouth as you wrap your arms around his frame. Slowly, he lets go of your leg and steadies himself more before he fully straightens himself and grins at you.

"That's not what I was expecting when I asked you for a walk," he jokes, a loud snort coming out of your mouth as you shake your head at him.

It's always like that. You never planned for this to happen, it always just does. Naturally, and you like that because it doesn't feel forced.

"I wasn't expecting it too, but I'm not complaining." you grin, hands brushing through his fringe that got too long and keeps falling into his eyes.

"Trust me," he says, grin disappearing as a darkened look overtakes his already doe and dark eyes. He hovers over you, teeth nibbling on your ear before his mouth brushes your earlobe. "I'd fuck you here, if it weren't this cold."

Your breath hitches in your throat and you restrain yourself from reacting audibly, knowing he'll love that and tease the shit out of you later. You can't believe he just said that. Would he really do that?

"I wouldn't let you," you mutter, mustering a serious and tough expression where you raise your brow and purse your lips to prove your point. "Someone might've seen us." you reason, but the only thing he gives you in return is a loud laugh that makes you shush him straight away, a huge grin spreading on your lips.

"Who? There's nobody here." he says, outstretching his arms like he's the one who's proving his point.

"You don't know that, it's too dark to tell." you shrug, giving his chest a good slap when he smirks at you.

"Exactly, it wouldn't be too hard to tell if we're fucking or not."

"Oh my god!" you exclaim, hearing him cackling. "Just shut up, Jeon." you shake your head at him, hiding that huge grin again from him by walking past him and getting some safe distance from his dangerous and irresistible self.

"Oh, am I Jeon now? Thought I was Kook."

You hear him teasing you, before he jogs over to you and places his arm over your shoulders as he pushes you closer to his chest. You don't protest, not when he's incredibly warm and comfortable at the same time.

"Thank God, you're not my real boyfriend. I couldn't stand you." you grumble, teasing him as you poke his hip before you wrap your arm around his frame, holding him.

"Ah, you wish. I'd be the best boyfriend." he shoots back, making the two of you burst in laughter as you keep bickering and teasing each other for the rest of the walk back.

It just reminds you that nothing has changed. Well, apart from you get to kiss him— amongst the other stuff — now.

When you get back, you give Jungkook a last nudge to his shoulder before you detach yourself from his hip, looking at your friends. Taehyung wiggles his brows, cheeks flushed even in the darkness and you don't have to guess what caused it, considering the stupid amused grin he always has whenever he drinks too much alcohol. You're not the only one who notices it, Jimin tells him something but his best friend just shushes him and waves a hand in front of his face, telling him to shut up.

"You guys done?" he asks, wiggling his brows while staring at you before his eyes averts to Jungkook.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jungkook asks, confused, reaching for some dried seaweed as he munches on it.

"Ignore him, he's had enough." Jimin speaks up before Taehyung can open his mouth, frowning at his best friend's interruption.

"Where's everyone?" you ask, changing the topic since you've got an idea what Taehyung was aiming at. Whatever it could be, it's not something that should be said in front of Kiko, or anyone at this point.

The seats where Hoseok, Seulgi, Minjae and Namjoon were sitting are empty, and now that you pointed out their absence, Jungkook seems to notice their missing too as he starts looking around.

"They went to sleep," Kiko answers, cuddling herself to some fluffy blanket as she glances at you before she focuses on the flames instead. "I think I'm going too. Tomorrow is gonna be a long day." she says, letting out a chuckle but it seems forced and tired.

She stands up, still wrapped in the purple blanket as she bids everyone a goodnight before she goes into her tent, joining Seulgi and Minjae.

"Is she okay?" Jungkook whispers, glancing at Jimin who gives him a saddened gaze before he shrugs.

"She seems a little bit off, but I think it's just awkward for her to be here with you guys." Jimin explains, his voice silenced so everyone sleeping in the tents nearby can't hear you. He gives you an apologetic look which you just shrug off, knowing he's only telling the truth.

"She knew we were coming here, I suppose." you mutter, ignoring Jungkook's side glance before he sighs and grabs you by your shoulders.

"Well, we're going to sleep too. You guys, don't set anything on fire." he tells them, Taehyung already spacing out but still protests whenever Jimin tells him to go sleep.

It's clear Jimin doesn't want to leave him alone, something that wouldn't be a good idea in Taehyung's state. It's funny and cute how they remind you of your friendship with Jungkook. They have each other's back all the time.

"We'll try to," Jimin chuckles, patting Taehyung's head as he cuddles to Jimin's side. "Goodnight."

Approximately twenty minutes later, when you bid goodbye to Jimin and Taehyung, you and Jungkook are happily nestled in your sleeping bags. With a few layers of blankets that Jungkook brought underneath your bodies, it's softer than you expected it to be and you find it comfortable. The only thing that bothers you is the chilly air that makes you toss around as you're trying to keep yourself warm.

"Come here." Jungkook sighs, his own sleeping bag rustling as he pulls out his arms to pull you closer.

"What are you doing?" you mutter, silently humming as soon as you feel his warm chest pressed against your back. You're definitely warmer now.

"Cuddling you, obviously." he snorts, nuzzling his nose into your neck causing you to let out a silenced giggle.

With his large hoodie already on, the very one he brought you from his car as soon as you started to complain about the weather and being cold, you allow yourself to relax. However, Jungkook doesn't stop there and he starts kissing your neck, leaving soft and innocent pecks that make you bite your lip. You don't move, allowing him to kiss you some more while he rubs your body which is difficult to feel, since you're wrapped in your sleeping bag. Unzipping your sleeping bag, you ignore your body protesting by shivering from the temperature in your tent.

"You're gonna be cold." Jungkook murmurs against your neck, his silenced and raspy voice causing you to shiver again. Not from the cold this time.

"You'll warm me up." you tease, turning to your side so you can be closer to him.

He welcomes your hands on his chest as they get underneath his hoodie, feeling his hot and naked skin there. How can he be so warm when you're close to freezing? His toned abs are hard to miss and you wish you could just take his hoodie off, and see the piece of art. You've never been totally mesmerized by abs and muscular bodies, although it's a nice thing to look at. But everything changes when it comes to Jungkook. He's perfect, an amazing piece of man that makes every woman's heart flutter.

"You bet." he teases back, causing you to giggle as he pulls you closer, kissing you this time.

Your lips mold together, the feeling already familiar but never boring. It's something you could never get enough of, especially when he's so good at it. Two minutes of constant kissing and innocent touches, his own hands disappear underneath all the layers of your clothing when he finally finds your skin. Even the littlest touch of his fingertips make your body heat up, and you completely forget about the cold. He spends a few minutes just rubbing your stomach, his touch leaving soft and tingling sensation all over your body, before he hooks them under the hem of your sweatpants. Detaching your lips, you breathe out a shaky breath as you glance at Jungkook.

He's staring at you, dark eyes boring into yours while his hands disappear into your panties.

"Kook," you breathe out, "Guys are here."

And Seulgi, Minjae and Kiko too.

"They're all sleeping," he says, finger circling your clit as you bite into your lower lip to prevent yourself from moaning. "I checked when I went to take a piss."

Snorting, you let out a chuckle of disbelief. "Wow, that's so hot. Thank you." you tell him sarcastically, your words dying down when he starts to part your folds and slips one finger in.

"I'm honest," he tells you lightly, shrugging as if he's not fingering you right now. He pumps his finger, nuzzling his face to your neck as he starts sucking your skin there. "You love when I'm honest."

"Mhm," you moan, back slightly arching when his finger rubs against your sensitive spot.

"You love when I do this," he purrs against your skin, adding another finger as he curls them inside your tight hole that makes you whimper.

Goosebumps appear all over your body, your hips slowly grinding against his palm as he keeps pumping his fingers in and out. The sound of your wetness is muffled by your clothes, but it's still clear to your ears. It should be embarrassing how wet and hot you became just for him. Yes, the little make out that happened on your walk helped, but you both know it doesn't take a long for him to make you crave for his touch, pleading him for more.

"I do," you let out a choked moan, eyes rolling back when he adds another finger, penetrating your heat even more.

Your walls are wrapped around his fingers, swallowing them in with so much eagerness that makes Jungkook proud.

"You're so needy," he growls, grazing his teeth against your jaw before he kisses it. Your hands clutch onto your sleeping bag desperately, all while he lets out a dark chuckle. "So needy for my touch, for me."

You should be embarrassed because he's right. You tend to act tough, not necessarily in these kinds of scenarios, but still. Even Jungkook knows that and whenever he can stomp on the confidence and tease you, he takes the chance and does it. However, you don't feel an ounce of embarrassment. Agreeing with him, you nod and purr at the same time, body desperately meeting his hands as he picks up the pace.

"I am," you agree, voice strained as you try to control yourself. It feels good, so fucking good, but you don't want to cum just yet. You want to enjoy this for as long as it's possible.

"Oh, baby. You know all you gotta do is tell me and I'll give you everything you want," Jungkook feigns sorrow, knowing those words drive you crazy. He feels you clenching around him, your moans silenced by you biting a lower lip, and that's all he needs to be smirking. "I'd have fuck you against that tree, if you weren't scared someone might see." he whispers darkly into your ear, biting onto your earlobe.

It all happens quick, too quick for you to control it or cherish the way pleasure shoots through your whole body, while you're cumming. Your moans in the form of Jungkook's name are silenced by his mouth enveloping yours. As much as he wants to hear you, his name leaving your mouth repeatedly, he can't let anyone else hear you.

He fucks you through your orgasm, stopping when he hears you whimper from overstimulation. Pulling out his fingers, he puts them into his mouth and makes sure you're watching him when he does that. Your heat throbs, both at the sight and the euphoric feeling of your orgasm, yet you don't have enough. Especially not when you see him licking his fingers clean before he kisses you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue and lips. He growls, hovering over you while his tongue attacks the inside of your mouth. Your tongues dance together, moving swiftly like it's the easiest thing to do. Hands disappearing under his hoodie, you let yourself feel his naked back moving forward to his abs.

He can't help it, you're too irresistible even if it's in a freaking tent and in the middle of mountains with his friends sleeping nearby. Maybe even that small fact makes him go feral, grinding his crotch against you. Getting out of your sleeping bag has never been easier, your hands busy trying to take off Jungkook's sweatpants while he takes off his hoodie, along with his shirt.

"Fuck, I need you." he says, before he kisses you again and helps you to take off your shirt. He's met with your exposed breasts, licking his bottom lip at your puckered nipples which he wraps his mouth around.

The sensation is amazing, his warm mouth warming your whole body all over again and just like that, you feel that same need to fill your pleasure needs. Jungkook's movements are eager, so eager that he tosses his sweatpants rather carelessly causing the piece of clothing to bump into the tent's walls. The tent shakes, causing you to giggle as he shushes you by his lips, chuckling into the kiss. He helps you to undress, making sure he heats up your body with his feverish kisses and constant rubbing of your exposed skin.

"Fuck me, Kook." you plead, nails grazing his exposed and muscular back he's flexing while he's hovering over you.

"Oh, I will," he promises, leaning down to kiss your collarbones as he makes up your neck and jaw. "But you need to be quiet, yeah?"

His voice is low, sending another set of shivers down your spine as you gulp, pressing your thighs together.

"I thought everyone's sleeping." you mutter, teasing him with eyes but you don't show it on your face, too focused on him to even lift the corner of your mouth in a smirk.

"They are," he nods, hands disappearing between your bodies as he spreads your legs and cups your heat which is still wet with your cum and another arousal. You're soaking wet, you can feel it slowly trailing down your ass and staining the unzipped sleeping bag underneath you. "But we don't wanna wake them up." he smirks, his eyes dancing in amusement almost as he's teasing you for being loud.

Oh, he certainly is. As soon as realization hits your face, he smirks even more while pulling away. Your eyes drop to his covered crotch, noticing an evident bulge that's growing with each passing minute. Unfortunately, your sight is dismissed when Jungkook starts to rummage through his bag that he put in the corner of your tent. He pulls out his wallet before he successfully gets the condom. When he turns around and meets your gaze, he sees your raised brow.

"You brought condoms?" you question, wondering if he planned on having sex here.

You sure didn't, not that you're complaining. But you're curious and you love to tease him whenever you get the chance. His doe eyes that were darkened just a few moments ago are completely switched to a wide eyed Jungkook, making look so innocent and young that it makes your heart jump.

"Well, not purposely. I always have them in my wallet." he explains, voice sounding soft all of a sudden.

His lips are set into a slight pout as he stares at you, looking wary for some reason. Little do you know it's because of the exact thing you're teasing him about. He worries that he just planned on having sex, even though there wouldn't be anything wrong with that. You both agreed on this, you two fucking. But still, it doesn't sit well with him knowing you might think he planned this. You're a beautiful woman, it doesn't take long for him to resist you. But you're his best friend before you're someone who he has sex with. He really wanted this trip to be about adventure and great memories, and he kind of let it go naturally. Whatever feels comfortable for you and everyone else. He definitely didn't expect Kiko to show up here, even though this exact topic occurred his night thoughts that made him wide awake for the most of the night.

"It's okay, Kook," you giggle, sitting up as you reach for him. "I'm just teasing you." you assure him, seeing his tensed muscles relax before he scoffs.

"Screw you." he murmurs, grinning as he opens the wrapper by opening it with his teeth while his other hand is too busy pulling his length out.

Taking off his boxers, your mouth salivate wishing you could see him instead of being met with his outline. Judging by the way his hands move and body rustles against the blankets, you know he's giving himself a few pumps before he puts the condom on.

"You're about to." you fill the silence, smirk audible in your voice as he chuckles and gets closer to you.

Adjusting your positions, so he's nestled between your legs, he gives you a kiss and lets his mouth stay on yours while he slowly fills you up. You know it's his way of shushing you, knowing you'd most likely whimper at the sudden stretch of his hardened length. The both of you are trying not to get caught after all. When he's all in, he detaches your lips as he leans his forehead against yours waiting for your signal. As soon as he registers the small nod and little 'go on', he pulls out slowly before he smashes in his way back. With each thrust he makes, the harder it gets to control your moans and even though you've never been that awfully loud, no matter how many times Jungkook teases you about it.

Your legs starts to hurt from the missionary position and with a quick squeeze of his bicep, Jungkook slows down and questionably tilts his head. Without saying a word, your palms sprawl against his chest as you push him while sitting up. He gets the message, laying down immediately while he slips out of you in the process. Hovering over him, you let your legs to rest against his side while you grab his length. Pumping him, you wish you could see that lustful glint in his eyes and the vulnerability that he doesn't show that often:

"Baby," he moans, hands gripping your hips.

Chuckling, you position him against your entrance before you sink down onto him, your eyes rolling back at the pleasure and stretch.

"Fuck, so tight." he groans, nails digging into your skin the entire time he fills you up. He doesn't stop even when you start to ride him, setting up a slower pace that makes less sounds. Nevertheless, the sound of your thighs meeting Jungkook's can't be manageable and it's clear to your ears.

With Jungkook's help, he starts to roll his hips into yours as he meets your thrusts, sending another wave of pleasure through your body with different intensity. It feels amazing, his length so deep inside of you, all while he keeps hitting your g-spot. Slowing down, you circle your hips as you kiss him. You really want to savor every minute and feeling he makes you feel, you don't want to cum just yet. Jungkook is in no rush, kissing you back slowly as he lets you take control. He lays there, enjoying the way you move your hips. After kissing for a few minutes, you start to pick up your pace which becomes tougher, considering how long you've been in this position. Your thighs already ache from the stretch, but thanks to Jungkook who notices your struggle, he starts to meet your thrusts like he's done before.

Everything is slow, yet sensual and intense. It makes your head spin and your heart swell with foreign and wonderful feeling. You can't go all wild, knowing there's everyone just a few meters away from you while you're surrounded in complete silence. But even without this little fact, it still feels right. Maybe it's because you're both lazy and sleepy, just wanting to enjoy the pleasure and something different. If you knew better, you'd say this is how making love feels like.

You almost slap yourself at that, knowing you're nowhere emotionally near that. But it feels nice to have him this close, it's different from the sex you had before.

Considering you've had an orgasm and your walls are still sensitive, you feel yourself tightening as your arms fail you and you fall onto Jungkook's chest. He takes over, still laying underneath you as he grabs your hips and starts to pick up the pace. Even from his submissive position, you may say, he's able to take control and hit all the right spots within your walls. Hands gripping your ass, he spreads your ass cheeks while his nails dig into your skin again. It's the first time tonight when it feels, what can be considered, as a rough move.

"Kook," you whimper, mouth pressed against his shoulder with eyes screwed shut, as you feel another orgasm approaching you.

"Shhh," he reminds you, letting out a grunt when he sets an almost animalistic pace. His balls smack against your ass, the sound already too loud to be heard outside, but you don't stop.

Pleasure washes you all over again, your mouth ready to leave the loudest moan as your whole body shakes. What you do comes naturally, in the desperation to silence your moans, and you gently bite onto Jungkook's shoulder while he keeps fucking you.

He grunts, your teeth digging into his skin although, it's nothing unbearable or too painful, but it shocks him. Few more pumps and he's coming into the condom with a silenced growl. His thrusts get sloppier with each second, before he completely stops and his length starts to twitch. You wish you could feel him cumming inside of you, despite the littlest feeling of him filling the condom, it's nothing too recognizable. When he's done, he sighs and drops his head down while he hugs you closer to him. His arms leave your ass and they wrap around your frame, gripping you tightly making you giggle.

"Fuck, that was amazing." you comment, pecking his shoulder where you bit him. It's too dark to see if there's any mark, but you hope not. You made sure you weren't biting him too hard.

"Yeah," he breathes, chest heaving with harsh breaths while his length starts to soften. "That was... different." he chuckles, hands gently caressing your back that makes you hum.

"I could fall asleep like this." you murmur against his neck, cuddling to him even more.

A soft chuckle leaves his mouth, his hand gently slapping your ass. "No, you can't sleep now. You gotta pee and put some clothes on, you're gonna get cold like this."

He's right, now that your lust has been fulfilled, you can already feel the real temperature in the tent. Your skin is no longer hot and that same rush of heat that came with each moment of pleasure is gone. Even though your body still tingles from the intense orgasm, it's just not enough to keep you warm anymore.

"Nooo," you whine, cuddling to him even more while your perked nipples rub against his chest. He bites his lower lip, cringing when his length slips out of you and you whine again. "Can't you just cover our bodies?"

You try, knowing you're just teasing him and you'll be shivering any minute. Jungkook groans at your stubbornness and you smile.

"No, now come on. Go pee." he slaps your ass again, making you jerk as you pull yourself up and stare at him.

"What if something's out there?" you ask, simply out of curiosity and maybe out of fear as well.

"I'm going with you, big baby," he grins, rolling his eyes at you that you can't see. He's sitting up, hoisting your bodies in the process. "But we need to put some clothes on."

Sighing, you put your clothes back on, cringing when your juices meet the material of your panties. Regardless of that, you fully dress yourself and let out a hum of content when you're warm again. Jungkook does the same thing, disposing himself of the condom full of his cum as he makes sure he'll throw it somewhere safe. You're both stumbling out of your tent, seeing there's no one awake and there's complete darkness around you. Good.

But still, when Jungkook lights up the flashlight on his phone, you're both grinning at yourselves and you just know, you're going to be sleeping heavenly tonight.

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It’s always been you - Kim Mingyu

They had always been little rivals, secretly liking each other much more than they would ever admit – they just didn’t realize it yet.

From this, love would bloom.

content: non Idol Mingyu x non Idol reader, fight,angst, happy end,fluff,smut, drama, romcom, enemies to lovers, childhood rivals

wc: 1.5 k

a/n: I love the concept from enemies to lovers.

You had always loved the summer – when the weather was perfect, and you could visit the beach, hang out at the ice cream parlour, or lose yourself in a new book by the pool. Summer in Busan was incredible, and growing up there was the best.

But there was one part of your childhood that you didn’t miss.

Kim Mingyu.

Kim Mingyu was the neighbor’s son, and since our moms were best friends, we practically grew up together. Whenever our moms had their coffee dates, we’d be dragged along to play, which usually meant Mingyu teasing and annoying me endlessly.

At first, we got along well enough. But everything changed when we started school, and Mingyu met Jungkook.

Jungkook had been your first crush, and Mingyu knew it because he overheard a conversation between you and your best friend. From that moment on, Mingyu made it his mission to embarrass you. He told Jungkook that you still wet the bed sometimes, and after that, Jungkook wanted nothing to do with you.

Every day, you’d greet Jungkook sweetly, but over time, you gave up.

The three of you grew apart, and whenever your mom asked if you wanted to join their get-togethers, you found an excuse to avoid them.

When you moved to Seoul, you rarely heard about Jungkook or Mingyu anymore. You still followed each other on social media, but that was about it.

Now, as you sat on the train heading back to Busan, you realized you’d be seeing them again. Your mom was turning 50, and you couldn’t miss the party. Mingyu’s mom, Minjae, was hosting the event.

It was a surprise for your mom – she had no idea you’d be there.

When you knocked on the door, shifting nervously from one foot to the other under the scorching sun, Minjae opened it with a gasp. “Y/N! You look like you’re about to pass out. Come in, come in!” She hurriedly took your suitcase. “Where’s my son? Did you walk all the way here?”

You nodded while taking a sip of the water she handed you. “I waited for Mingyu, but he didn’t show up.”

Before you could explain further, the door swung open, and Mingyu walked in, clearly annoyed. “Mom, I waited for an hour. Y/N didn’t show up.”

“I didn’t show up?” You glared at him. “You idiot, you left me waiting in the heat!”

Mingyu scoffed. “My mom told me to pick you up from the South station.”

“South? I was waiting at the West station!” You shot back, incredulous.

Minjae gasped. “Oh dear, I’m so sorry! I must’ve mixed up the stations. That’s completely my fault.”

You sighed, laughing it off. “It happens. I’ll just get changed and head to the pool.”

As you picked up your suitcase, Minjae added, “By the way, you’ll have to share a room with Mingyu. His sister’s room had a pipe leak, so it’s unusable.”

You groaned internally but forced a smile. “That’s fine, we’ve shared a room before.”

In reality, it was far from fine. You’d rather sleep outside than share a room with him. But what choice did you have?

As you unpacked your things, Mingyu casually strolled in, acting as if nothing had changed between you two. “So, still mad about the station mix-up?” he asked with a grin.

You shot him a look. “Let’s just say you owe me a lot of ice cream.”

Mingyu chuckled, leaning against the doorframe. “Deal. But don’t think I’ll let you off easy. You still owe me for all those times you ditched us back in high school.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. Maybe this weekend wouldn’t be so bad after all.

At your mom’s birthday party, the tension only grew.

You wore a beautiful dress, one that hugged you in all the right places and shimmered softly under the evening lights. You felt confident, graceful even, as you moved through the crowd of guests. It was a special night, after all – your mother’s 50th.

Mingyu was there too, looking unexpectedly sharp in a fitted suit. He was talking with some family friends, laughing along with the group, but every now and then, his gaze drifted toward you. He tried to act like he didn’t notice, but the way his eyes lingered whenever you passed by made it clear – he thought you looked beautiful.

And you had noticed him too, though you’d never admit it. He’d grown into someone strikingly handsome, his presence more confident than before, but there was still something about him that annoyed you.

The party went on, with laughter and music filling the night air. Every now and then, Mingyu would find a reason to talk to you. He’d make small talk, ask if you needed anything, or simply stand next to you when there was no one else around. It was subtle, but enough for you to realize that avoiding him wasn’t working as well as you’d hoped.

Later in the evening, as the celebrations began to wind down, you found yourself sitting outside on the terrace, taking a break from the noise inside. Mingyu joined you a few moments later, holding two glasses of wine.

“Here,” he said, handing you one. “Thought you might need this after the long day.”

You accepted it with a small nod, unsure of what to say. The silence between you was thick, and for a moment, it seemed like neither of you would break it. Then, his voice cut through the quiet.

“You look… really nice tonight,” Mingyu admitted, his voice softer than usual, eyes focused on the stars above.

You glanced at him, caught off guard by his honesty. “Thanks,” you replied, your heart unexpectedly skipping a beat.

Before you could say more, your mom’s laughter echoed from the doorway, followed by Mingyu’s mom, Minjae. They were standing together, arms linked, watching the two of you from afar.

“Oh, look at them,” your mom said playfully, nudging Minjae. “I swear, those two are secretly in love with each other.”

Minjae giggled in agreement. “I’ve always thought so too. They just need to realize it themselves.”

You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, and you noticed Mingyu shift awkwardly beside you, pretending not to hear their teasing. You both exchanged an uncomfortable glance, but neither of you said a word.

Maybe your moms were right. Or maybe they were just caught up in their own hopes and memories of your childhood. Either way, the idea lingered in the air between you, impossible to ignore.

The evening was in full swing, with soft music playing in the background and the sound of laughter filling the room. You tried to keep your attention elsewhere, but it was impossible to ignore Mingyu – especially when you saw him flirting with a stunning blonde across the room.

She laughed at something he said, leaning in a little closer, and you felt a sharp pang of jealousy rise in your chest. You hated the feeling. Why did it bother you so much?

As if sensing your gaze, Mingyu glanced in your direction, catching your eye for a split second. Panic surged through you, and before he could see the frustration written all over your face, you quickly made your way upstairs, needing a moment to breathe.

Once in your room, you leaned against the door, your heart racing. You hated how easily he could get under your skin. Just when you thought you had your emotions in check, there he was, messing it all up again.

A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door, followed by the sound of it creaking open. “Y/N?” Mingyu’s voice cut through the silence, his steps soft as he entered the room.

You didn’t turn to face him, not trusting yourself to stay calm. “What do you want, Mingyu?”

He sighed, walking closer until he was standing just a few feet away. “What’s going on with you? You’ve been acting strange all night.”

“I’m fine,” you muttered, crossing your arms in an attempt to shut him out.

“Doesn’t seem like it,” he persisted, his tone stubborn. “You ran off the moment I looked at you.”

You swallowed hard, trying to keep your voice steady. “I just needed some air. That’s all.”

Mingyu wasn’t buying it. He stepped closer, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You sure it doesn’t have something to do with the blonde downstairs?”

You froze, your heart thudding in your chest. “I don’t care who you flirt with, Mingyu.”

He smirked, clearly not believing you. “You’re jealous.”

“I am not jealous,” you snapped, but your voice betrayed you, a hint of frustration slipping through.

Mingyu’s smirk only grew wider as he took another step forward. The air between you felt charged, heavy with tension neither of you could ignore. Before you could process what was happening, he leaned in, his face inches from yours.

“You are,” he whispered softly, his breath warm against your skin. “And I think you’ve had a little too much to drink.”

Your heart raced as the scent of him filled your senses, the tension pulling you closer despite your better judgment. “So have you,” you replied, barely above a whisper, your body betraying you as you found yourself leaning in.

Suddenly, his lips were on yours, and any hesitation you’d felt evaporated in an instant. The kiss was electric, years of unspoken emotions pouring out all at once. Mingyu’s hands found your waist, pulling you against him as your fingers tangled in his hair.

Before you knew it, he lifted you effortlessly, carrying you over to the bed as your lips never left his. The room spun slightly, a combination of the alcohol and the heat between you, but none of it mattered. Nothing mattered except him in that moment.

He laid you down gently, his body hovering over yours as he kissed you deeper, his touch igniting every nerve in your body. You knew this was reckless, fueled by too many drinks and years of suppressed feelings, but you couldn’t stop. Neither could he.

The night blurred around you as you gave in to the moment, to the desire that had been building between you for so long.

The next morning, you woke up with the sunlight streaming in, blinking away sleep as you glanced around the room. Your heart dropped when you spotted Mingyu lying naked beside you, the sheets barely covering him. Panic surged through you, and you quickly bolted from the bed, rushing into the bathroom.

Once inside, you turned on the shower, letting the hot water wash over you. You stood there for what felt like an eternity, trying to forget everything that had happened the night before. The warmth enveloped you, but it couldn’t erase the memory of your impulsive decision.

After what felt like ages, you finally stepped out, wrapping a bathrobe around yourself tightly. Taking a deep breath to steady your racing heart, you opened the bathroom door and stepped back into the room.

Mingyu was awake, scrolling through his phone. He looked up at you, a playful grin spreading across his face as he caught sight of you. The only thing covering his lower body was the blanket, but that didn’t make it any less distracting.

“Morning, sleeping beauty,” he said, his voice teasing but warm.

You tried to maintain your composure, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. “Don’t… don’t look at me like that,” you stammered, feeling flustered.

He chuckled, clearly enjoying your embarrassment. “Why not? You’re the one who made things interesting last night.”

You shot him an incredulous look. “Interesting? You mean reckless!”

He leaned back against the headboard, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I’d say it was a lot of fun. But I guess you don’t remember all of it?”

Your stomach flipped at the implication. “I remember enough,” you replied defensively, crossing your arms.

Mingyu’s expression softened slightly. “Hey, it’s okay. We’re both adults here. It doesn’t have to change anything… unless you want it to.”

You hesitated, your mind racing. What did you want? The night had been exhilarating, but it also complicated everything. “I just need some time to think,” you said finally.

“Fair enough,” he replied, his grin fading a bit. “But just know, I’m not going anywhere.”

With that, he turned back to his phone, and you felt the weight of the moment hang in the air. You needed to sort through your feelings and decide what this all meant, but for now, all you could do was breathe and try to regain your composure.

Later that evening, as you sat on the terrace, Mingyu finally found you. He leaned against the railing, his expression serious yet relaxed. “Y/N,” he began, “I’ve been thinking about last night.”

You tensed, your heart pounding. “What about it?”

He took a deep breath. “I thought it was… nice. Maybe we could make it a thing? Like a friends-with-benefits situation.”

Your stomach fluttered at his suggestion. It was reckless, but the thrill of it tempted you. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” you asked, trying to mask your curiosity.

Mingyu smirked. “Why not? We both know there’s chemistry between us. No strings attached, just fun.”

You weighed the options, knowing it could complicate things further. But the excitement of being close to him again was hard to resist. After a moment of hesitation, you nodded. “Okay, let’s do it.”

His grin returned, a mix of relief and mischief. “Great. Let’s keep it casual.”

That night, you found yourselves tangled together once more, the boundaries of friendship blurred in the heat of the moment. The chemistry was undeniable, and as you lost yourselves in each other, you realized this new arrangement might just lead to more than either of you had anticipated.

Thinking about him even when you weren’t together, feeling a connection that went beyond physical attraction.

One fateful night, however, everything changed. You returned to his room unexpectedly and walked in on Mingyu in bed with the blonde from the party. The sight hit you like a punch to the gut, and tears instantly welled in your eyes. You felt as if the ground had vanished beneath you.

Panicking, you turned and bolted downstairs, your heart racing and emotions spiraling. Mingyu called out after you, his voice echoing in the quiet house, but you didn’t stop. You couldn’t face him.

When you reached the living room, you spun around, breathless and trembling. Mingyu followed, completely naked, the shock on his face shifting to concern. “Y/N, wait!” he urged, desperation creeping into his voice.

As the tension in the room thickened, your emotions spilled over. “Just go back to her, Mingyu!” you shouted, your voice shaking with hurt.

He stepped closer, confusion mingling with defensiveness. “What are you talking about? It was just a bit of fun!”

“Fun? You think this is all just a game?” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “I thought we had something more!”

He crossed his arms, his expression hardening. “We agreed it was casual, Y/N. You knew that.”

“Casual?” you repeated, disbelief washing over you. “So I was just a fling? Just someone to pass the time?”

“Honestly, yeah,” he said, his words cutting like a knife. “It was nothing special.”

You felt your heart drop at his admission. “So, I mean nothing to you?” Tears stung your eyes as you struggled to comprehend his coldness.

“Don’t make this complicated,” he shot back, frustration evident in his voice. “You knew what this was. I never promised you anything.”

“Clearly,” you replied bitterly. “I thought we could be more than just a hookup. I thought you cared!”

“I didn’t owe you anything,” he said, shaking his head dismissively. “It was just supposed to be fun for both of us.”

The weight of his words pressed down on you. “So I’m just another girl to you? Nothing special at all?”

“Exactly,” he replied, his tone blunt. “That’s how it is.”

In that moment, you felt the reality of your situation crash down around you. You turned away, tears streaming down your face. “I can’t believe this. I deserve more than that.” With that, you grabbed your things and stormed out, the anger and heartbreak coursing through you as you realized you had to leave this behind.

You decided not to tell anyone about what happened with Mingyu. The pain was too fresh, and you weren’t ready to share it. Instead, you focused on avoiding him as much as possible. Whenever your friends planned gatherings, you found excuses to skip out.

But then came the Thanksgiving parade, a local tradition you couldn’t ignore. The streets were filled with laughter, floats, and colorful decorations, but you felt a heaviness in your heart as you walked among the crowds.

As you turned a corner, you unexpectedly ran into Mingyu. The moment your eyes met, a wave of tension washed over you. You quickly looked away, ignoring him completely. He stood there, hands shoved in his pockets, his expression a mix of regret and frustration.

“Y/N,” he called out, taking a step toward you. “Can we talk?”

You didn’t respond, your heart racing as you turned and walked away. You could feel him following, his footsteps echoing behind you.

“Please, just wait!” he urged, desperation creeping into his voice. “I know I messed up. Just give me a chance to explain!”

But you didn’t want to hear it. The memories of that night flooded back, and you quickened your pace, weaving through the crowd. You needed to escape the reminders of everything that had gone wrong between you two.

“Y/N!” he shouted, his voice rising above the noise of the parade. “Don’t just run away from this!”

You felt a mix of anger and hurt, but you didn’t stop. The last thing you wanted was to relive the pain. You pushed through the throngs of people, determined to put as much distance between you and Mingyu as possible.

In that moment, you knew you were doing what you needed to protect yourself, even if it meant facing the day alone.

Mingyu and his sister Minseo arrived with their mom for a visit, and the atmosphere was lively. You greeted them politely, trying to mask your feelings as you engaged in conversation. Minseo was friendly and easy to talk to, and you found yourself chatting with her more than you expected.

As the evening went on, you noticed Mingyu watching you from a distance, a mix of concern and uncertainty in his eyes. Eventually, he approached, attempting to break the tension.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said, his voice softer than usual. “How have you been?”

You felt your stomach twist. “I’ve been… okay,” you replied, keeping your tone brief.

He frowned slightly, sensing something was off. “Are you sure? You don’t look well.”

You didn’t want to get into it, so you shrugged. “I just haven’t been feeling great lately. I think I need to rest.”

Before he could respond, you excused yourself, feeling the weight of his gaze on your back as you headed upstairs. Once in your room, you closed the door and leaned against it, taking a deep breath. The last thing you wanted was to confront the feelings swirling inside you, especially with Mingyu so close. You needed some time to gather your thoughts.

You took a moment to collect yourself, trying to push aside the emotions that had been bubbling up since Mingyu’s arrival. The walls of your room felt both comforting and suffocating, a stark contrast to the laughter and chatter you had left behind.

After a few minutes of silence, you lay down on your bed, staring at the ceiling. Your mind raced with thoughts of Mingyu, the unresolved tension between you two, and the feelings you had tried to bury. Just as you were beginning to calm down, you heard a light knock on the door.

“Y/N?” It was Mingyu’s voice, gentle and tentative. “Can I come in?”

You hesitated, not wanting to face him just yet, but something in his tone made you nod. “Yeah, sure.”

He opened the door slowly, stepping inside with an uncertain look. “I’m sorry if I made things awkward earlier. I just wanted to check on you.”

“It’s fine,” you replied, sitting up and forcing a smile. “I just needed a moment.”

He studied your face, concern etched across his features. “You really don’t look fine. Is there anything I can do?”

The sincerity in his voice caught you off guard. You felt a flicker of the connection you once had, but you quickly reminded yourself of everything that had happened. “Honestly, I just need some space.”

Mingyu nodded, looking disappointed but understanding. “Okay. I just… I care about you, you know?”

Those words hit hard, stirring emotions you thought you had under control. You looked away, unable to meet his gaze. “I know. But things are complicated.”

“I get that,” he said softly. “But I want to fix this, Y/N. Can’t we at least talk about it?”

You sighed, feeling torn. Part of you wanted to open up, but another part was terrified of where that conversation might lead. “Maybe another time,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Alright,” he replied, though you could see the disappointment in his eyes. “Just… take care of yourself, okay?”

With that, he turned and left the room, closing the door softly behind him. You lay back on the bed, feeling the weight of everything settle heavily on your chest. You needed to sort through your feelings, but for now, all you could do was think about the choices ahead.

While helping your mom prepare for Thanksgiving dinner, you felt a knot of emotions building inside you. After a moment of hesitation, you finally said, “Mom, I think I might have deeper feelings for Mingyu.”

She looked up from chopping vegetables, her eyes brightening with interest. “Really? I’ve noticed how he looks at you. I think he feels the same way.”

You shook your head, brushing her off. “No, it’s not that simple. He’s with someone else, and I can’t just assume.”

“Just because he’s talking to someone doesn’t mean it’s over between you two,” she suggested. “You should talk to him about how you feel.”

Before you could respond, the doorbell rang, signaling Mingyu and his family’s arrival. You quickly set aside your swirling thoughts, shifting your focus to being a good host.

As everyone gathered around the table, the atmosphere buzzed with warmth and laughter. Mingyu sat directly across from you, and you felt the weight of his gaze more than once. Despite the underlying tension, there was a spark of connection that neither of you could ignore.

During dinner, Mingyu’s mom casually brought up Leona, the blonde from the party. “Mingyu and Leona are getting to know each other more seriously,” she said with a bright smile. The mention of her name sent a pang of jealousy through you, and you could see Mingyu nodding, though his expression was hard to read.

Suddenly, you felt a lump form in your throat, and panic set in. Before you could process it, you started to cough, choking on a piece of food. The room fell silent as everyone turned to look at you.

“Y/N!” your mom exclaimed, rushing to your side. Mingyu was right behind her, his eyes wide with concern.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice laced with worry. He leaned closer, his presence both comforting and overwhelming.

You managed to cough up the food and take a deep breath, feeling the heat of embarrassment wash over you. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you replied a little too quickly, trying to brush it off.

Everyone continued to look at you, concern etched on their faces. “Just a little too excited about the food, I guess,” you added, forcing a laugh, but the tension remained thick in the air.

Mingyu didn’t take his eyes off you, the worry still apparent. You could sense the underlying questions in his gaze, but you couldn’t bear to let him see how deeply his words about Leona affected you.

As the dinner continued, you tried to focus on the conversations around you, but the weight of the moment lingered in your chest. You felt torn between wanting to confront your feelings for Mingyu and the painful reality of his growing relationship with someone else.

That evening, as everyone mingled after dinner, you did your best to avoid Mingyu. You chatted with his sister and your mom, trying to distract yourself from the tension that hung in the air.

But then, as you retreated to your room for a moment of solitude, Mingyu quietly followed you inside. The door clicked shut behind him, and the moment felt charged.

“Y/N,” he said softly, his eyes searching yours. “I’ve missed you. I’ve really missed this.” He stepped closer, the sincerity in his voice making your heart race.

Before you could respond, he leaned in and kissed you gently. The warmth of his lips sent a shiver through you, and for a fleeting moment, you melted into the kiss, feeling the connection you had tried to deny.

But then, as reality hit, thoughts of Leona flooded your mind. You pulled back, your breath quickening. “Mingyu, wait,” you said, your voice trembling. “What about Leona?”

His expression faltered, confusion clouding his features. “What about her? We’ve talked, but it’s not like that with her.”

“Not like what?” you pressed, trying to hold onto your resolve. “You’re getting to know her seriously. I can’t just pretend that doesn’t matter.”

He stepped back, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “I thought we had something special, Y/N. I thought you felt it too.”

“I do,” you admitted, the honesty escaping before you could filter it. “But it’s complicated. I don’t want to be a rebound or a distraction.”

He took a deep breath, his eyes softening. “You’re not a distraction. I care about you. I thought maybe we could figure this out together.”

The conflicting emotions swirled inside you. You wanted to believe him, to step into the moment and embrace what you felt. But the thought of Leona lingered, casting a shadow over your heart.

“I need time,” you finally said, your voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t just jump back in without knowing where we stand.”

Mingyu nodded, understanding but clearly disappointed. “Okay. I’ll give you space. But know that I’m here, and I want to talk whenever you’re ready.”

With that, he stepped back, leaving you alone with your thoughts, the tension still heavy in the air. You sat on your bed, feeling the weight of the choices ahead.

You sat on your bed, the silence of the room settling around you. Mingyu’s words echoed in your mind, mixing with the confusion and uncertainty that had taken root in your heart.

You took a deep breath, trying to process everything. Part of you longed to run after him, to tell him that you felt the same way, but the reality of Leona’s presence kept you anchored in your doubts.

Later that night, you tossed and turned in bed, sleep eluding you. Thoughts of Mingyu and his kiss played on repeat, but so did the image of him with Leona, laughing and sharing intimate moments. You felt trapped between desire and self-preservation.

Eventually, you got up and made your way to the kitchen, hoping to distract yourself with a late-night snack. As you rummaged through the pantry, you heard footsteps behind you. It was Minseo, looking for a late-night treat as well.

“Can’t sleep?” she asked, her tone light.

You shrugged, forcing a smile. “Just thinking.”

“About Mingyu?” she probed, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.

You hesitated but decided to be honest. “Yeah, it’s just complicated. I’m not sure where we stand.”

Minseo nodded, leaning against the counter. “I know he cares about you. He’s been a bit different since the party. You two have a connection.”

“I thought so too,” you said, feeling the weight of your uncertainty. “But then there’s Leona. I don’t want to get caught in a messy situation.”

She considered this for a moment. “You have to do what feels right for you. But if you want to pursue something with him, don’t let someone else’s presence stop you. Talk to him.”

Her words struck a chord within you. You knew deep down that avoiding the situation wouldn’t help. You needed clarity, and the only way to get it was to confront your feelings head-on.

The next morning, you resolved to find Mingyu and have that conversation. After breakfast, you sought him out, finding him outside, leaning against the porch railing, lost in thought.

“Mingyu,” you called, your heart pounding as he turned to face you.

“Hey,” he said, his expression cautious but hopeful.

“I think we need to talk,” you said, feeling a surge of determination. “Can we sit down?”

He nodded, and you both settled on a nearby bench. The air was thick with anticipation as you searched for the right words.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about us,” you began. “About what happened the other night and what I really want.”

Mingyu listened intently, his eyes focused on you. “I want to hear it all.”

Taking a deep breath, you continued. “I can’t deny that I have feelings for you, but I also need to know what you want. I don’t want to be just a fling.”

He leaned in closer, his expression earnest. “You’re not a fling to me. I want to explore this—whatever ‘this’ is—together. But I need you to be honest with me too.”

“I am,” you replied, your heart racing. “I just need to know if you’re willing to put in the effort, especially with Leona around.”

Mingyu nodded, determination in his voice. “I’ll figure it out. I want to prioritize what we have.”

In that moment, a glimmer of hope sparked within you. It was a small step, but it felt like the beginning of something real. The road ahead was still uncertain, but at least now you were both willing to navigate it together.

You took a deep breath, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. “I want to explore this too, Mingyu. But I need reassurance that you’re committed to making it work.”

He nodded, his expression serious. “I promise you, I’ll figure things out with Leona. I don’t want to lose what we have.”

A wave of emotion surged through you. “It’s just hard seeing you with her, knowing you’re getting to know her better. I want to feel like I matter.”

“You do matter,” he insisted, reaching for your hand. “You’re not just another girl to me. You’re someone I really care about.”

His touch sent a warmth through you, grounding you in the moment. “I guess I just need some time to process everything.”

“Take all the time you need,” he said, squeezing your hand gently. “Just know I’m here when you’re ready.”

After a moment of silence, you both exchanged smiles, the tension easing between you. The conversation had lifted a weight off your shoulders, and you felt a flicker of hope for what could be.

As the days passed, you and Mingyu began to reconnect. You spent more time together, laughing and sharing stories, gradually rebuilding the bond that had felt strained. Each moment together reminded you of why you cared for him in the first place.

One evening, while watching the sunset, Mingyu turned to you, his eyes reflecting the vibrant colors of the sky. “You know, I can’t stop thinking about how lucky I am to have you in my life.”

A shy smile crept onto your face. “Really? It feels nice to hear that.”

“I mean it,” he said, his voice sincere. “You’ve always been special to me. I want to make this work, no matter what.”

You felt your heart flutter. “I want that too, Mingyu. But I still need to know you’re serious about it.”

“I am,” he said, leaning closer. “Let’s take this one step at a time. No rush. Just you and me figuring things out.”

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow around you, you leaned in and kissed him gently. It felt right, the world around you fading away as you focused on the connection you both shared. In that moment, you knew you were ready to embrace whatever came next, together.

One afternoon, as you were sitting on a park bench, you couldn’t help but voice your concerns. “Mingyu, do you think you’ve really moved on from Leona?”

He paused, looking thoughtful. “I’ve talked to her, and I made it clear that I��m not interested in pursuing anything serious.”

Your heart raced at his honesty. “What did she say?”

“She understood. I think she felt the same way, but it was hard for both of us to admit. It just… wasn’t what I want,” he replied, meeting your gaze.

You nodded, feeling a mixture of relief and lingering apprehension. “I just want to make sure we’re both on the same page. I don’t want to get hurt again.”

“Neither do I,” he said, reaching for your hand. “That’s why I’m here. I want to make this work.”

As you walked hand in hand, a sense of calm washed over you. With every step, it felt as if the past was slowly fading away, making room for something new and hopeful.

Then, one evening, Mingyu surprised you with a picnic under the stars. He laid out a blanket in a quiet spot, complete with your favorite snacks and drinks. The atmosphere was magical, the moonlight dancing on the surface of the lake nearby.

“This is perfect,” you said, smiling as you settled down on the blanket.

Mingyu grinned. “I wanted to do something special for us. I know it hasn’t been easy, and I just want you to know how much you mean to me.”

You felt your heart swell. “You have no idea how much this means to me.”

As the night went on, you shared stories and dreams, and the conversation flowed effortlessly. Eventually, the topic shifted to relationships, and you both found yourselves discussing your pasts, your fears, and your hopes for the future.

“I never thought I’d feel this way again,” Mingyu admitted, looking at you with earnest eyes. “You’ve changed everything for me.”

The sincerity in his voice sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach. “I feel the same way. I didn’t expect to care so much, but here we are.”

He moved a little closer, his gaze locked on yours. “I want to be more than just friends. I want us to be something real.”

Your heart raced as he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, lingering kiss. In that moment, everything felt right. The world around you faded, leaving just the two of you wrapped in the warmth of your connection.

When you finally pulled back, you felt a sense of clarity wash over you. “I want that too, Mingyu.”

“Absolutely,” he replied, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “I’m all in."

As the night deepened, you both sat in comfortable silence, the sounds of the night surrounding you. Suddenly, Mingyu turned to you, his expression serious.

“Y/N, there’s something I need to tell you,” he began, his voice steady but filled with emotion.

Your heart raced, sensing the weight of his words. “What is it?”

He took a deep breath, his gaze unwavering. “I’ve loved you for a long time. Ever since we were kids. I just didn’t realize it until recently.”

You blinked, processing his confession. “You loved me? Even back then?”

He nodded, a soft smile appearing on his face. “Yeah. I remember those summers in Busan, all those moments we spent together. You’ve always meant something special to me, even when I was too young to understand it fully.”

Tears pricked your eyes as you reflected on those memories, the playful rivalry, and the undeniable connection. “I never knew. I thought it was just childish feelings.”

“It was more than that,” he insisted. “You were always the one I felt drawn to, and it’s only grown stronger over the years.”

You felt a mix of emotions—joy, disbelief, and vulnerability. “Mingyu, I never knew you felt that way. I thought I was just another friend.”

He shook his head. “You were never just a friend to me. I’ve tried to push those feelings aside, but seeing you again made me realize how much I want you in my life.”

Moved by his honesty, you reached for his hand. “I’ve developed feelings for you too, but it’s hard to shake off the past.”

“I understand,” he replied softly. “But I want to be with you. I want to explore this, no matter how complicated it gets. I’m willing to fight for us.”

Tears welled in your eyes as his words sank in. The weight of your shared history, combined with this new revelation, felt overwhelming. “I want that too, Mingyu.”

He nodded, squeezing your hand gently. “I’ve always been here for you, and I always will be.”

In that moment, surrounded by the quiet of the night, you felt a shift within yourself. The barriers you’d built began to crumble, making way for the love that had always lingered just beneath the surface. You knew this was just the beginning of something beautiful.

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