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KinkFluffAngstober Day 3~ Miscommunication with Kang Seulgi
Warnings- Swearing, mention of sex, seulgi is a walking red flag
Word count- 1.1k (my shortest one yet😟)
Seulgi pulls her head away from in between your legs, huffing in short breaths as she looks above her and sees your messy state atop of the sink. The bass from the outside party has yet to stop blasting through your ear drums every since Seulgi dragged you into this shiny marble bathroom.
After seeing you in the miniscule black dress you had worn for the sole attention of the girl, Seulgi groaned and rolled her eyes at the thought of anyone else seeing you, and placed her champagne class on the table adjacent to her and left her members, bringing you to where you are now.
Seulgi cups your cheek harshly and forces it towards her face, attacking your lips fervently as though she'd been hungry for you all night, your own juices flowing from her tongue back into yours.
You moaned at the taste and pulled her closer, that is until the both of your heads snapped to the door in response to a few short knocks, followed by a voice asking if everything was alright.
You couldn't make out the face the voice belonged to, but you figured Seulgi did as she immediately pulled away from your lips, pulling her shirt over her head as if in a race, fixing her hair evenly.
"Wait Seul," you softly request, ready to speak to the woman the words that have been on your mind for more months than you can count.
She turns around to face you, almost seeming irritated by the fact that you were calling her once again after your business was already concluded.
"What is it?" Seulgi asked nonchalantly.
You feel awkward still resting yourself on top of the sink, so you hop down to meet her eye level. Instead of looking you back in the eyes, Seulgi's fixation seems to be fixated on your exposed chest, eyeing them like a treasure chest filled with gold.
"I was thinking...," you begin, and she nods but continues to fixate on your body, "and I wanted to say this earlier but... I feel like you only want to see me, or call me, or text me when you're in the mood. I'm never your first choice to go out to dinner with, or have a nice picnic outside, or grab a coffee with. I'm just the girl that you call up when you want pussy, and honestly just... I want something more than that."
It was true. Seulgi only ever interacted with you if she wanted a quick fuck or to play with your body unrepentantly. She would take other woman out on dates, experimenting with various other girls to find someone she truly liked. She's even went as far as sending you a picture once while she was out on a date, only to explain later that she wanted to make you jealous so she can fuck you while your mad, claiming you looked hot when heated.
Nobody knew about you. She decided to keep you her own secret, and when you would ask why she would never want to mention you to her groupmates, or her other friends, it was always the same response.
"I want to be the only one to know about you, since you're mine and nobody else can have you."
You knew it was bullshit, because Seulgi could care less if she was on a casual stroll down the street and saw you were out on a date with someone. Her eye wouldn't even spare a blink.
You wanted Seulgi as something more than just a booty call, you wanted her in every state, in every way. But what was the point if Seulgi only used you for your body, and also the fact that she would continuously remind you how sexy and attractive you were, but never how kind and beautiful instead.
Seulgi, already anticipating your whole speech sooner or later, rolled her eyes and went back to putting her clothes on.
"Y/n I've told you this, I am so fucking busy with work every day. I do so much for us-"
"That's not true!" You exclaim, your hands pushing the woman's shoulders to make her stumble back into the wall, and if it had not been you to do that, Seulgi probably would have spit in their face and walked away.
"Seul I see you talk to other girls! I hear about everything you say to them! Why can't you do the same to me?"
You sounded alost desperate, and absolutely hated the words that were spurting from your tongue, cringing with every syllable.
"Did you forget what we talked about when this whole thing started Y/n?" Seulgi slowly approaches you, walking you backwards until your back comes into contact with the cold marble of the sink.
"This thing between us, is specifically just sex. I've said that."
It pains you to hear Seulgi's sincereness, your brain screaming continuously to just give up on her and walk out of this party, but your heart knew you couldn't.
"Seulgi we've been doing this for two years," you sigh, "I want you in more ways than just sex."
The woman laughs in your face, turning around as if asking the audience "did you just hear what she said?", and it ruined you. The tears waste no time in filling the brim of your eyes, threatening to spill at any moment.
"Y/n, let's get this clear," her finger pushes against your chest, any harder and she would poke you through your heart.
"You are the only person I ever have sex with now, so first of all, you should be grateful."
She's ridiculous, it almost makes you laugh.
"Second of all, you might want to go on all these stupid little dates together, and get ice cream and watch movies and live happily ever after, but it doesn't fucking work that way, so we must have had a miscommunication in what this", Seulgi waves her finger back and forth from herself to you, "is."
You go to open your mouth and reply to her, but she cuts you off with more to say.
"I made it clear to you what we were getting ourselves into, so whatever you thought, is never gonna happen," her finger now pushes against your forehead, "so get that out of your head."
With that, Seulgi picks up her phone from off of the toilet seat cover, opening the door brutally before she slams it behind her, not even sparring a final glance.
So now you're back in your familiar place, on your knees, head dug into your hands as the sobs wreak from you throat.
It didn't matter anyway, because in two days you know she's going to show up at your apartment door, kissing away each apology and promising good sex as an expression of regret.
And if that's all you could do to stay by her side, then so be it.
KinkFluffAngstober Day 2~ First Meeting with Kim Chaewon
Warnings- Alcohol consumption, swearing, toxic relationship, body dysmorphia
Word count- 2k
Not proofread pls dont come for me🥲
You suck in your stomach as you glance upon your reflection in the mirror, gliding your hand up and down and wincing at your own measures.
Your boyfriend enjoyed it when you wore tight dresses, as he adored the way your body fit in them, however today he reprimanded you for eating too much in the morning, which would lead you to looking bigger in your dress for when the two of you were to go out later.
Now, standing in the mirror, his words inquired you to second guess yourself and how you looked, and influenced you into disgust with your own body.
Jake, your boyfriend, notices your discomfort in the mirror, and steps over to your body, his hands engulfing your waist while his lips trail on your neck.
"You look beautiful", he claims, holding eye contact with your own in the mirror.
"I was worried you would look bad in this dress", he giggles, his right hand now settling on your stomach, rubbing it unbecomingly. You disregard his comment, by this time acclimated to the disgusting words that would come out of his mouth.
"Thank you", you look down and walk away from his figure, finding yourself in the foyer as you place your heels on, another set that Jake had previously bought you as a result of an impactful fight.
Jake's friends sent him a text message a few days prior inviting him to a party at a local bar, a going away party for one of his friends. They claimed they ordered a large booth for everyone to meet and hang out in, celebrating our final day with the man in which you had no recollection of, you were only going for Jake. Jake takes you everywhere, and you follow, almost like a lost puppy.
Whenever you would mention to the man that you wanted to take him somewhere, whether it be on a private date, or a small get-together with some of your close friends, his excuses always coincided with words such as "I'm busy today" or "I can't baby, I have work."
Maybe it was something you should bring up, but in this point of your two-year relationship, you believe there was nothing more you could do for yourself, and just deal with one of the quirks that came with the man that you "loved".
"After you", Jake flashes a smile, his hair slicked back in the most repulsive way as he holds the car door open for you.
You slip into the passenger seat, attending to your dress and hair while he starts up the car next to you.
"So", you begin once Jake takes off, "how many people are going to this?"
You prayed, hoped, begged that the minimum was to be at least five or so other men. Simply thinking about being in a bar with a multitude of sweaty, abhorrent men caused a portion of throw up to arise deep within your throat.
"Oh there's a lot of people going", he smiles, evidently excited by this fact, antithetical to your expression as you force your mouth closed to hold back a groan.
"Is it all men?" Your eyebrows curved in disgust, aspiring for at least one or two women to be there to relax the tension and create a suitable atmosphere
"I think Jay is bringing his girlfriend, maybe that's it, I'm not so sure."
A sigh of relief. You close your eyes and smile to yourself, grateful there would at least be one woman in which you can feel comfortable and not out of place with.
It wasn't that you hated all of the men you caught yourself being around, but you think you can say this for every other women that being with another woman is far more settling than being with another man. And that was all, you preferred the company of someone of the same gender, not for any other reason.
You fail to notice that you boyfriend has finally pulled up into the parking lot of your destination, too busy searching through Jay's Instagram in hopes of finding out who this girl is, but to no avail, as all Jay has posted is mirror selfies or aesthetic photos of things that aren't meant to be made aesthetic.
He doesn't even post his own girlfriend? What a bum.
Jake opens the door for you and extends his hand for you to take, where you pretend to not notice it and help yourself out of the car, walking alongside the boy.
The night was cold, with a refreshing breeze that you'd wish for when it's too hot on a summer day. The neon lights of the compact building illuminated off your face to where you had no ability to even read the name of the club in front of you.
As you stroll closer, the booming bass of the music inside infiltrates your senses, thumping against your eardrums in the most distasteful way, and you decided right then that this is why you hate clubs.
Jake opens the door for you once again, his arm outstretched to lead you inside, and you flash him a subdued smile as you step inside.
The place is exactly as you expected it to be, lights flashing in every directions, some insignificant techno music blasting through various arranged speakers, and sweaty, detestable bodies swaying around each other untroubled.
While going out for a few drinks, or maybe a karaoke night with a few of your friends was an enjoyable pleasure for you, this scene was completely contrasting with the type of entertainment you like to relish in.
"Hey Jake! Over Here!" A masculine voice is heard from across the room, so you adjust your gaze over to a group of guys all raising their hands, flaring it wildly in the air for your boyfriend to notice.
You look over to Jake, wondering if he sees, but in spite of this, Jake is already on his way to the group, shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries, failing to remember that he also brought you along.
Or maybe he did remember, and just didn't seem to deem you prominent enough.
You shake your head and hang it low, watching your feet carry themselves over to the conjoined tables and stand beside your boyfriend while he now shares how his classes are going and a possible job offer he may accept.
You feel out of place, standing awkwardly beside him, that is until he finally takes notice of your presence, acting as if he was mortified with the fact that he had yet to introduce you to everyone.
"Oh! Everyone this is my girlfriend, Y/n!" You raise your head and wave your hand apprehensively, gazing across the group of boys all staring at you as if you were a piece of meat.
You were sure Jake noticed, but as always, he was too casual to address such a thing.
Once the rounds of "Hello's", and "Nice to meet you's" make their way, you attempt to settle into the given situation, and then it dawns on you that Jay's girlfriend must be here by now, as you were the last people to arrive, so you scan the group in hopes of finding a familiar face.
Her eyes instantly find yours, as if she had been staring the entire time, and your face drops, taken aback by her appearance.
She must at least be in her lower twenties, her short, loosely hung hair shaping her impeccably round face. Her pink, plump lips looking as soft as fresh dough, presenting her with an innocent-like façade.
She flashes you a consoling smile, as if reading your mind, and scoots herself a few inches to make room for you, hoping you'd take the offer.
You smile back, walking over to the girl and planting yourself in the very spot she patted for you.
"Hi," she speaks, and maybe it was just her protuberant features, but her voice was an exact replica of what you'd imagine it to be.
"Hi," you respond stiffly.
You thought maybe you'd have it easy talking to another woman like yourself, but your mind decided to play tricks on you tonight as you felt your throat dry up with nothing else to say.
"So you're here with Jake?" She questions, looking over to the boy.
You sigh unknowingly, "yeah, I am."
"Oh," the short girl promptly raises her hand for you to shake, "I'm Chaewon by the way, it's nice to meet you!"
Her smile beams at you and you can't help but return one, raising your hand and holding her soft, small hand in yours, shaking it lightly.
"I'm Y/n," you reply in the same spirit.
Time soon fly's by talking to Chaewon, where she told you about how her and Jay meant (on a dating app), and a bit about her college experience. You did the same, however your attention was mostly on her and the words that came so easily out of her mouth. It was apparent this girl was exceptionally friendly, but you felt like you could listen to her talk about anything and everything she wanted all day and you would never get the feeling of wanted her to stop.
After the girl finishes a story about one of her disastrous dates with Jay, which you noticed she shifted to more of a displeased tone every time he was mentioned, one of the guys announced the group should play a drinking game.
Voices cheered through the air, all the boys bumping shoulders and showcasing their pearly whites in excitement.
You and Chaewon decided not to speak up on it, and rather chose to turn around and just watch as one of the guys explained the rules of the game.
"It's simple," he begins, standing up to lead himself into the middle, "I brought these cards from my apartment."
The man takes a box of cards, with some sort of red print on the top, and smacks them down on the table for everyone to see, smiling proudly.
"We'll all go in a circle and pick a card, and each one has a dare on it You have the chance to either do the dare, or take a shot. If you want a shot anyway, then do the dare and then help yourself!"
The guys all cheer aloud, clearly half of them already experiences some side effects of the alcohol, and other drunk on the entertainment.
You glance over to Jake, simply just to check on him, but he seems to be caught up with something else on his phone, typing away on his screen without hesitation. Maybe he'd been doing this the whole time you were talking to Chaewon, but who knows.
The game starts after a few questions are thrown in the air, Chaewons boyfriend, Jay, being the first contender. He reads the card, his dare being to tap on any girls shoulder and give her the dirtiest pick up line he can think of.
Jay doesn't seem to be bother by this, and you only watch Chaewon's face out of the corner of your eye as he follows through with it. It was almost as if she was used to this sort of thing, allowing him to go off and do as he pleased while she sat back with little to no control over his actions.
You reached out and rubbed her thigh to console her, noticing her facial expression change before she looks at you and shines a pretty yet shy smile.
A couple more boys complete their dares as well, now bringing it to Chaewon's turn.
You could read the faces of each guys looking upon her, knowing clearly that all they wanted was for her to read off a dare that had something to do with stripping or kissing one of them, which was utterly disgusting.
Men are such buffoons.
She grabs the top card from the deck, turning it towards herself for nobody else to see. When skimming through it, she lifts her head and looks to her left, seeing you, and then quickly jerks it back down to the card, red now tinted across her cheeks.
"What is it?" One of the boys ask in anticipation.
She clears her throat, avoiding your eyes at all times,
"Make out with the person to your left."
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EEEEEEE got u guyssssss, since day 8's prompt is first kiss with Chaewon, I decided why not combine the two?? It gives me the perfect excuse to leave u guys on a cliffhanger eeehheeehee
KinkFluffAngstober Day 1~ Dry Humping W/ Uchinaga Aeri
Warnings- Use of swearing, degrading
Word Count- 1.9k
"Twenty minutes girls!" Is what is heard from across the narrow hallway, a man with a headset fervently rushing to ensure all stage equipment is working properly and ready to go.
Upon hearing the booming voice, you speed up your brush on Minjeong's lips, applying the shade swiftly but flawlessly. A smile dances across her face, giggling at the speed in which you immediately upheld in response to her manager.
After finishing the final touches on Minjeong's makeup, you take a step back and hand her a small mirror, allowing her to get a closer look on your work before she nods her head in satisfactory.
You smile, and raise your head to call Aeri over to your chair, remembering that you had yet to apply her eyeliner. Nevertheless, your eyebrows furrow once you notice that only the two other members are standing in the room as their finale wardrobe touches were done.
You sigh, "Jimin, have you seen Aeri?"
She shrugs apologetically, as does Ning behind her, and you roll your eyes, knowing she most likely snuck off to some stupid tiny room that was unoccupied.
"I'll go look for her," you speak to no one, grabbing the eyeliner in case you were to find her.
Your nails scrape against the tan wall urgently, peeking your head in various doors, some even of other idol groups, until you finally find a closed one with dimmed lights. Your brain instantly made a connection, she always does this, so it becomes easier to find the girl after a few experiences.
A few knocks on the door, left unanswered, and you push the door ajar, eyes horizontal with the edge of the sliver exposed. You aren't given enough time to fully open the door before you are pulled abruptly by your arm, the door behind you slammed shut in a moment.
You feel your bad collide with the cool wall, one hand rushing up to your neck as the other finds its way to your waist.
"You kept me waiting for nine minutes," her whisper grazes the shell of your ear, "I counted."
Your gaze falls under Aeri's stare, pursing your lips.
"I had a job to do Aeri, and I still do," your hands find themselves on Aeri's shoulders before you push her back, applying unwanted space between the two of you, in which Aeri does not like.
"I forgot to apply your eyeliner, I need to do that before you go on stage."
Aeri shrugs her shoulders, evidently showcasing her unconcerned manner while she grabs you and insists you follow her a certain small couch. Your body attempts to pull away, but after Aeri tugs on you once more, your heart takes over and follows the Japanese girl.
"We are not doing this Aeri," you tease, taking the cap off of the eyeliner and settling on her lap.
"I am going to put this on you and then you'll go perform, no funny business," you assert sternly, cupping the bottom of the girls chin to press it up towards you, where you subsequently slide it past her cheek and lay it upon her jaw, getting in a comfortable position to finish her makeup.
"Why are we in an empty room together if there's no funny business allowed?" Aeri suggests playfully, hands referring back to its home on your waist.
"Because you decided to play hide and seek again and sneak in here", you tuck a strand of loosely fallen hair behind her ear, "so now I have to do your makeup like this."
Aeri rolls her eyes, tongue at the base of her lips eager for attention.
"Fine then", her hands trace along the base of your jeans, "you do my makeup... and I'll do my own thing."
You knew she was lying. You knew Aeri must have had something up her sleeve, as she always got what she want with you whether you liked it or not. It was like an unwritten rule in this "situationship" you had with the girl; she makes the orders, and you follow them, no matter in bed or at work.
But who cares, because as long as she allows you to finish up her makeup, your job is complete regardless of how it was done.
So you begin to outline her eyes, carefully tracing the tip along her skin to create a faultless stroke across the side of her eye. You find it hard to believe that Aeri is seriously allowing you do your job without pulling a few of your strings, so that's why you aren't surprised when the hands already resolved on your waist start to guide your hips back and fourth on her own thigh.
"Aeri stop, I need to do this," you comment, but she seems to be in a trance, watching your every move and feature, obsessed with how you look and the way you react to the pleasure.
She rocks your hips faster, making it hard to keep a steady hand on the eyeliner, so you have to stop yourself for a second to regain your composure.
"Who told you to stop," Aeri blithely simpers, "you know I have to be on stage in about ten minutes now? You wouldn't want me going out there without my makeup even done now would you?"
How this girl made you feel was never under your control. She always was the boss of you, even when below you. You knew she wasn't going to stop, thus you were going to have to deal with the hand you were dealt.
In the fullness of time, you allow Aeri to control you, gliding your hips back and fourth on her smooth thigh and creating friction against your clothed clit, suppressing a hushed moan in worry of someone nearby.
"Baby I can't", you attempt to continue the idol's makeup, retracting your hand when it jerks upward next to her eye, a slight line appearing on her skin. You mutter a soft "fuck."
"Yes you can", she speeds up your movements, pushing you from pillar to post and bringing her lips up to your neck as she now scatters kisses across the soft of your skin.
"Do it for me my love," she asserts.
All you can focus on is the wetness pouring out onto your underwear, uncomfortable in your own wardrobe but nevertheless gripping onto the back of Aeri's neck to continue your movements. A moan forcefully slips from your mouth and Aeri almost groans from the excitement of hearing you.
It was something she always loved.
When sending nudes, Aeri would always specifically ask for you to send videos with the phone closer to your lips, that way she can hear every single moan and profanity that is released from you.
And when fucking, Aeri adored having her ear almost pressed against your lips, utterly obsessed with the way you sounded.
"I have to go on soon Y/n," her right hand travels to your ass and squeezes it through your jeans, "are you just going to allow me to go on stage without the finishing touches?"
God, she's such a tease.
You pull your hands away from her neck, ushering it closer to her eyes where you can finally continue what you started.
Your hands are shaking as you feel Aeri lift her thighs up and down for your to slide across, making it almost impossible for you to apply the shape without fault.
"Fuck Aeri I can't!" You moan out loud.
"Yes you can," she bites your neck, "fucking put it on Y/n."
Almost intimidated by her stern tone, the tip of the pen falls onto Aeri's skin, and you quickly trace a line across, perfecting the look on her right eye.
"Such a good girl", she smiles and raises her head from your neck, connecting her neglected lips to yours in a passionate kiss.
"Now do the other", Aeri claims after pulling away.
Aeri picks up the speed once more on your hips, gripping them intensely and gliding them on herself. You bite your lip, however unable to hide a few moans, much to Aeri's liking.
You know she's pushing you to your limits, ripping at your seams as if she was testing you.
You accept this challenge.
Left hand clenched tightly on the girls neck, you follow Aeri's rhythm and thrust yourself atop of her, taking the Japanese by surprise.
She sees what your doing, smiling before she places small kisses on your ear and whispers how dirty you are for doing this on the job.
You ignore her words, focusing only on perfecting her makeup and getting yourself off.
But first, you reminded yourself,get the eyeliner done.
"Fuck baby you're doing so well," Aeri comments in a high pitched voice, and you could tell she was enjoying the situation, pulling on your hair and scratching your back. Was she getting off to you getting off?
Without a second glance, you run the tip of the eyeliner over her skin, producing a beautifully drawn line from the end of her eye to the near bottom of her eyebrow.
Finally, you finished what needed to be done.
The eyeliner is rid to the side of the room, where your hands now occupy Aeri's neck, pulling you closer to the girl as you now speedily hump her leg, all worries behind you.
"So so good baby, keep going," Aeri guides you through.
A tightening in your stomach lets you know your high is near, so you ultimately lay your head down on Aeri's shoulder and grind down as rapidly and harshly as you could with the help of Aeri's two hands.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You scream out, each thrust increasing with every moan that spills from you. Aeri is soaking herself in the sounds of you, unbeknownst to you as she is similarly about to reach her high solely generated from your movements and moans.
With one last scream of the girls name, and a sharp thrust, you feel your underwear soak with your own juices, grinding out your high rapidly on her thigh while you bite her neck to suppress any more noises.
"Fuck baby you did so good," Aeri sighs, and you pull your head away from her scent to see her hair tossed to the side with sweat dripping down her cheek. You did this to her, nobody else, and it feltamazing.
"You have to go!"
You're promptly reminded that she is to be on stage in possibly less the five minutes, or maybe her group is already on stage and there is a massive search party looking for her. Your anxiety is at a high, so you stand up, albeit shakingly, and take the girls hand to bring her to the door.
"I'll be fine Y/n", Aeri chuckles and leans down to plant a soft kiss on your lips, painting your cheeks a tint red.
Before Aeri can open the door and leave, you call out "wait", and she turns around to face you, waiting for what you had to say. You lean up and press your thumb down on the line that you had made by mistake previously, swiping it away in a swift motion.
Aeri thanks you kindly, connecting her lips with yours for one last kiss before she is finally on her way.
You fail to notice when Aeri takes a different way to the stage once the door is shut, racing herself to the bathroom to clean off the cum that had spilled from her own cunt when you reached your own high.
