a/n: will i ever get over the fact that hyunjin knows and probably watched 50 shades of grey? no, never. i suck at writing smut but here we go ☠️
a sigh of relief escaped your lips as the loud clank of metal hitting the wooden floor reverberated through the room, assuming hyunjin finally let go of his belt. hyunjin's warm hand ran over the scarlet marks on your bare rear end and thighs as he made his way up to you, "am i making myself clear, kitten?"
"y-yes, sir." you stammered, the silk blocking your vision blotchy from absorbing the tears that were pooling at your rim of your eyes.
"i don't wanna hear a single thing from that pretty mouth of yours unless i let you, or i will not hesitate to leave you like this," hyunjin growled, staring down at your vulnerable state, stripped, tied up and bent over before him. all for him.
the sight alone stirred a burning fire in his loins, and without a second to waste, he flipped you over, your body still decorated with drops of melted candle wax from earlier. anticipation flooded through your veins and shot straight to your aching core, waiting for hyunjin to finally give it some attention.
it didn't take long before you felt his hot tip prodding at your entrance, tracing it up and down your slit to spread your wetness, the anticipation building up between your hips making it hard for you to bite down the noises that were threatening to escape your lips.
"you like this, y/n? love it when i treat you like the little cockslut you are?" hyunjin hissed as he pushed the first inch of his throbbing length in you, one hand digging crescents on your hip and the other wrapped firmly around your neck. you nod with eyebrows knit together, expressions pained from both the stretch and the struggle to keep quiet, "words, kitten."
"yes, sir" you exhaled harshly, before sealing your mouth shut once more. breathy groans escaped hyunjin's as he pushed further into you, filling you up to the hilt.
"god y/n, you take me so fucking well," with one swift move, he unraveled the blindfold covering your eyes, holding you in a hungry stare that'll surely recur in your memories for the days ahead, "now, you're gonna keep your eyes on me, watch me wreck this needy little pussy of yours."
→ genre: slight angst, slight smut (minors don’t interact or i’m telling your mom)
→ summary: a paris trip with your ex-boyfriend fuels flames that have long been put out, or so you thought.
→ word count: 472 words
a/n: not much context is given about the cause of felix and the reader's break up, because it's really not a major point in the plot ha ha. very loosely proofread so i apologize for any errors!
bouquets of powdery colored blossoms, bustling crowds of people, and of course what's a wedding without unnecessarily expensive decors and cutleries? the only thing keeping you interested in the ceremony itself were your friends and the alcohol.
nonetheless, you were happy. it was your best friend, minjung, getting married to the only guy you ever trusted her with after all. minjung meant the world to you, and has always been with you through every milestone in your life, so irrefutably, the answer was an instant yes when she invited you to be her bridesmaid, in spite of your undiagnosed allergy to weddings.
"hey, you guys ready?" the coordinator asked, referring to the little segment in the wedding dedicated especially for the single women and single men. yes, what a badge of honor. the crowd went abundantly wild everytime minjung would pretend to throw the bouquet, though none were as ecstatic as the other girls you were surrounded by. desperately wanting any manifestation that they too will tie the knot soon.
but when the bouquet was finally thrown, it decided to land directly into the hands of the one girl that did not intend on having it— you. cheers and applause flooded your ears as the kind girls congratulated you. uh, thanks, you guess.
all you could hope for right now was that the man who catches the garter would at least be half decent, because you might just be spending 5 days in paris with him, a prize care of the newlyweds. guess catching the bouquet wasn't so bad after all.
wish you hadn't spoken too soon.
you watched as chan threw the garter up in the air and land in the smack-dab middle of the crowd of tuxed men, all of them looking around in confusion for who caught said lace band. the group parted like the red sea to reveal the lucky guy, and you swore you felt your heart drop out of your chest when you saw who it was.
it was none other than your fantastic ex-boyfriend, felix. as if he rose from the dead or something.
your whole entire system locked at the sight of the man staring directly at you: his face was far more structured than you last saw him, his hair dyed grey, looked a little more mature. felix looked different in general, and as much as you hate to admit it, it was a good kind of different. and by hate you mean you wanna rip your brain out of your skull for even thinking so.
the oblivious members of the entourage cheered, but the ones who knew better fell into an awkward silence. minjung covered her agape mouth with both her hands, and chan didn't look any less shocked than his bride, both pairs of eyes juggling between you and felix.
→ genre: angst, mentions of smut (not explicit but still, minors don't interact or i'm telling your mom)
→ contains: fwb!au
→ word count: 1.4k+ words
a/n: i was listening to "godspeed" by frank ocean and got in the feels so i wrote this, even made a moodboard *sigh* i tried ok 😮💨 this was not proofread so sorry for any errors!
ragged heaving filled the cold air of the dim bedroom as you both tried to catch your breaths. you felt the mattress sink when minho plopped down the side of your bed he had unofficially declared his, the side you knew would be filled with his absence from now on.
and you're gonna have to get used to it.
how do you even begin to tell him what has been running through your mind lately? the reason you have been deliberately avoiding him, ignoring his calls, staying far away from the places he'd frequent in— the reason he even resorted to coming over unannounced.
reason. looking back, nothing about what you had with minho was even remotely rational. you still remember how it all started, as clear as day. one particularly messy night in large part due to your ex suddenly deciding to pester you into coming back to him just when you've already moved on. minho always hated that guy, and was fuming when he found out, so he thought the best solution would be to invite you over to drown out any remaining memories of the asshole— with alcohol, that is.
one too many drinks later, and minho was batting his eyelashes at you, see he tends to get flirty when he's drunk. saying things like, "y/n, have i ever told you how pretty you are?"
"you're just drunk minho, get a grip" you chuckled
"no really! you don't need that shitface back in your life,"
your recollection of that night ended right about there, the next morning you woke up snuggled in him, bodies both bare. and you knew then and there that your friendship would be royally fucked. it broke your heart thinking about how that night might drive the two of you apart, not handling too well the idea of losing your bestfriend— one of the only constants in your life. you'd expected him never to speak with you again, or at least never in a way that was comfortable for both of you, so what minho had proposed the evening after took you by surpriseto say the least.
"so you mean...like- fuckbuddies?" you stammered, not really knowing how to respond to his suggestion"tsh, don't you think we're a little closer than that y/n?" minho snickered, "how about friends with benefits?"
every part of your rationale told you that no, that is not a good idea, don't do it, dumbass. but you turned the other way and accepted his offer nonetheless. who wouldn't? even you'd admit that the man was gorgeous, and indisputably...skilled. besides, ever since your previous break up, your sex life has been in a dry spell for over a year. not necessarily because there were never chances, but because to you, sex and trust are complementary. and minho might be the person you trusted the most at the time.
from then on, you rarely ever had a week off of each other. and with every night, you felt yourself getting more and more attached to him. by the 5-month mark of your little arrangement, you found yourself developing feelings for him. it was then that minho had so conveniently been treating you differently— holding you a little tighter, kissing you a little more deeply, taking silly photos with and of you, making you feel like you're the only girl in the world, looking at you like he must've felt something too. which you know could not be true, and was against the one rule you both agreed on: no catching feelings.
terrifying as it is, you never attempted to end it, not until today. you were falling harder for him with every passing day. to a point where everytime he would invite you to hang out, a part of you can't help but feel like they're actual dates. you were starting to feel kinda stupid for expecting more from your relationship with minho than what it is. just then, by total chance, a sweet freckled boy introduced himself when you dropped by your friend's new cafe downtown.
in mere months, he made you feel the same security that only minho could for years. one day he finally asked you out, professing in a very sheepish fashion that he likes you. which you knew you were beginning to as well. but it made you feel guilty talking to him while you were still technically sleeping with minho, although way less frequently by then. you spent the week mentally preparing yourself to put an end to your agreement with minho, not exactly expecting to find yourself in bed with him once more. but perhaps this was a good time to get it over with.
"minho," you started. minho hummed in response, "i think we need to stop."
minho snapped his head to your direction, his expression unreadable, "o-oh?"
you took a deep breath mustering all the courage you could before speaking, "remember the guy i told you about? felix?"
minho nodded slowly, his eyes moving south, brows furrowed and his lips turning into a frown.
"i-" you didn't know how else to say it, "i like him, minho."
a heavy silence ensued, but not long after minho broke it, "then i'm happy for you, y/n."
minho gently tilted your head to face him, smiling warmly down at you. hearing this from him got you both relieved and overwhelmed, so you didn't object when he pulled you in for a hug. minho held onto you for hours, locking you in a comfortable embrace. even as you tried to wiggle out of his clutch to get dressed, his arms wouldn't budge.
"can we just stay here for a while? promise i'll be off in the morning" minho rumbled, you felt your stomach drop at his request, but you let him hold you as he asked. dread suddenly washed over you.
"we'd still be friends right?" minho was silent for a while, apprehensive. but responded with a quiet, "of course."
minho stroked your hair, the gesture urging you to finally fall asleep in his arms.
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minho plopped into his comforters with a grunt, the cold outside air that coated his hoodie wafting from all sides of his figure. probably wasn't a good idea for him to be walking home this late at night, but he was afraid he'd have a hard time leaving you (or otherwise violently implode) if he waited until the sun came.truth is, he knew this was coming. from the moment you started seeing him less, to the moment he heard about felix, not to mention how much you have been avoiding him lately. in fact, he knew this was doomed from the start. but what else could he have done?
minho's entire body felt heavy, that simply reaching out to grab his phone from his pocket took excruciating effort. minho tapped in his password and the home screen wallpaper that greeted him made his heart drop. it was a photo of you the first time after that night that he actually had the courage to take you out.
"look," you giddily said, nearly dropping your precious drumstick as you rushed towards the edge of the glimmering body of water in front of you, minho followed behind. the sky was painted with beautiful pastel colors, the view was so perfect it would be a shame not to capture, "isn't it pretty?""yeah," minho's eyes drifted from the cotton candy sky, then to you, adjusting his phone's camera at an angle putting you at the center of the shot, "i know."
a sigh escaped his lips as he thumbed through his photos. it was only now that he realized how little other photos he had, and how much of you were in there. it hurt too much to look back at all your memories. minho got out of his gallery and to his contacts, scrolling down to find you on the short list.
{MY PRETTY Y/N 🌟}
"guess i have to change this," he thought to himself and clicked edit. but for some reason he just couldn't bring himself to do it. not right now. not yet. maybe tomorrow. maybe next time.
minho let go of the device when he noticed how much worse it made his condition. instead opting to staring at the white ceiling above him, letting a thousand "what ifs" run through his head all at once. but he honestly felt kinda stupid for expecting more from what you had than what it was.
minho swore he could feel his heart crumbling, but then he thought about how happy felix could make you— like minho was never confident he could. and even if felix doesn't, he would always be there for you. "it's not like i lost her," it's just that you had to let go to be happy.
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