Plot: Picture this… your boyfriend enjoyed his ice cream a little too much and you decide to clean up the mess he made.
🎥 Starring: fem!reader x boyfriend!Kim Mingyu (SVT)
🎥 Genre: light SMUT [+18], established relationship
🎥 Word count: 0.9k+
🎥 Warnings: swearing, exhibitionism, grinding, nipple play, orgasm denial/edging
🎥 Notes: I am a little later than usual but it’s here, voilaaa 💜
🎥 Shout out: thank you @nothoughtsjustfic my lemon drop for reading it through for me!!!
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God, he's so fucking messy.
That was the thought that ran through your mind as you observed your boyfriend with fascination from your spot beside him.
The two of you'd had a busy week at work so you decided to spend this warm and sunny Saturday lounging by your pool in the garden. And while you had been reading for the majority of the afternoon, Mingyu had gone for a swim and was currently recovering from said activity with a cold sweet treat that had you more than a little distracted from your book.
The man was greedily licking at his ice cream as he laid on one of the lounge chairs, seeming completely oblivious to the fact that half of the cream-colored substance was steadily dripping down his fingers, or that you were ogling him like a piece of meat.
Mingyu was a messy eater, always had been, but you didn’t mind it at all. In fact, it was one of the things you adored about him so much. However, not once had you thought that the sight of him eating so messily was arousing. But then again, he was half naked with all his perfectly defined muscles on display and still slightly wet from the pool, and the way his mouth was moving around his ice cream reminded you of something else — something you very much wanted him to do to you.
Yeah, you definitely couldn’t tell that you were ovulating.
You finally had enough when some of the sticky cream landed on one of his pecs and he didn’t even bother to remove it. It was almost as if he was doing it all on purpose.
So you put down your book and got up from your own chair, not even giving him a second to process your approach before you were sitting in his lap, legs on either side of him to trap him in.
“Well, hello to you too.” Your boyfriend licked the ice cream from his lips as he took a moment to admire the revealing bathing suit you were wearing.
“You know you're fucking messy, right?” You hungrily eyed the bit of ice cream that was now slowly making its way towards his taut nipple.
His lips formed into a sly smirk. “Not my fault the ice cream is melting faster than I can eat.”
You raised your eyebrows and released an amused snort. “I somehow find that hard to believe, Mr. Kim.”
“Too bad,” he responded, making sure to keep his eyes locked with you as he finished the remainder of his ice cream. “Are you going to help me clean up, though?”
You bit your lip, unsure if you wanted to leave him hanging or give in. But as he raised his sticky fingers to your lips, you could no longer resist the temptation.
Your lips parted almost automatically, taking in two of Mingyu’s fingers while you ground yourself against his hardening dick.
“Fuck, baby. You look so hot with my fingers stuffed in your pretty little mouth,” he groaned, placing his free hand on your waist to help guide your movements.
The combination of the sticky ice cream hitting your taste buds and the delicious constant pressure against your clit had you absolutely delirious with desire. Your tongue danced around his fingers with skill, sucking lightly here and there to tease him for a bit until you decided to move on to the next best thing.
You released his fingers from your mouth with a loud pop, sending your boyfriend a mischievous grin while your hands reached for the chair handles.
“Holy shit!” Mingyu exclaimed when you suddenly pulled on them, forcing him to lay completely flat without warning.
“That’s better.” You chuckled, leaning down to hover your lips over his.
Thinking you were about to kiss him, Mingyu closed his eyes, head lifting slightly to meet you halfway. Only you had other plans, so you avoided his lips and ducked your head, trailing a path of wet sloppy kisses along his neck all the way down to the part of him you had been eyeing for a while now.
A hiss left Mingyu’s mouth as your teeth scraped over his sensitive nipple. Satisfied with his reaction, you did the same to his other nipple, making sure to lick up the trail of ice cream that had formed before clamping your lips around the hardened peak.
As a result of your administrations, Mingyu had turned into a whiny mess beneath you, his breathing heavier than a minute ago and his hips frantically bucking against yours as you used a mix of teeth and tongue on his nipples to bring him closer to his high.
He was exactly where you wanted him to be.
“I’m about to fucking c-cum, shit!”
As soon as the words had left his mouth, you were up and gone, letting a devilish grin cover your features.
“What the heck? Where are you going?” a clearly confused Mingyu protested, reaching for you only to realize that you were already too far away.
“Now you know exactly how I felt this morning.” You gave him a pointed look, referring to when he thought it was fun to edge you again and again, only for you to finally get your release after an hour and a half of torture.
“Really? You’re seriously going to leave me hanging like this for that?”
You nodded, crossing your arms to emphasize your point. “Sure am. Serves you right.”
“Are you sure you want to play this game?” he asked, his voice dropping an octave as he slowly got up from the chair, his dick now visibly straining against his swimming trunks.
“Are you?” you challenged, forcing yourself to back up the closer Mingyu got.
He smirked, his eyes sparking with heat as they devoured your body from head to toe.
“Bring it on, baby.”
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Plot: Picture this… your and Mingyu’s dream of starting your own family is finally coming true.
🎥 Starring: fem!reader x husband!Kim Mingyu
🎥 Genre: domestic au; fluff, established relationship
🎥 Word count: 0.9k
🎥 Warnings: swearing, pregnancy
🎥 Notes: no angst this time but some sweet tooth-rotting gyu fluff 🤭 with a tiny bit of crack
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“If you squeeze my hand any tighter, we're going to have a serious problem, Gyu.”
“Oh, shit! Sorry, baby. I'm just nervous,” he mumbled, gently rubbing his thumb over the area he'd been close to crushing.
“I am too.” You sighed, leaning to the side to rest your head on Mingyu's shoulder as you wiggled your fingers to stimulate the blood flow. “We've been trying for months now with no success. What if there's something wrong with me?”
That shook your husband right out of his nervous state. He turned to you and grasped onto your chin to tilt your head upwards with his thumb and index fingers.
“Hey, listen to me.” His eyebrows furrowed. “There's absolutely nothing wrong with you. We both got checked and everything is fine, remember?”
“I know bu—”
“No buts. I don't want to hear you say that ever again. We're in this together and we're both doing everything we can to make this happen. It's just taking a little more time than we expected. So no matter what the results say, promise me that you won't think any less of yourself.”
His voice was stern, which told you that he was dead serious. And you were not going to argue with Mingyu when he was all determined like this. Besides, he was right, after all. There was absolutely no indication that something was wrong with you.
“Alright, I promise,” you whispered, offering him a small grin.
“That's my girl.” He returned the grin before leaning down to plant a kiss against your lips. As he pulled back, a worried expression replaced his cheerful features. “Fuck, how much time is left on the timer?!”
He looked around frantically, moving pillows and blankets aside to look for what you assumed was his phone. It was quite an amusing sight, you had to admit. But you didn't want to make the situation worse by adding more stress.
“Gyu!” You giggled, reaching out to stop him before he was about to lose his damn mind. “Would you please calm down?” You held his phone out for him to take, the display showing that there were about forty seconds left on the timer.
“Oh, thank god,” he heaved and plopped face-down onto your bed. ”If this takes any longer you might have to revive me, baby. I can’t fucking handle this.”
You rolled your eyes at your dramatic husband but moved to lay down beside him anyway.
“That makes two of us,” you mumbled, soothingly running your fingers through his black locks while you waited for the seconds to pass.
The moment the alarm went off, the two of you made brief eye contact, and then you were both off the bed, racing towards your en-suite bathroom. At least, you were until you decided to freeze on the spot when you were halfway through the door.
Mingyu, who was right behind you and luckily paying attention, was able to stop himself from barreling into you by quickly grabbing a hold of the door frame with both of his hands.
“Baby? What’s wrong?” he asked when you swiftly turned his way, your eyes squeezed tightly shut.
You shook your head. ”I don’t know if I can look.”
“Yes, you can. We’re doing this together, remember?” Mingyu cupped your cheeks in his hands.
Your eyes slowly opened to see him already looking at you. The affectionate expression on your husband's face made you feel all warm inside, and if you were honest, you didn't even know why you'd been so worried in the first place.
No matter what, he'd be right there by your side.
“Together.” You nodded and accepted the hand he offered before tugging you towards the sink where you’d laid out the four pregnancy tests.
A moment of silence passed between the two of you as your gazes trailed over each of the sticks.
Holy shit.
“Am I dreaming?” Mingyu squeezed your hand.
You swallowed, picking up one of the tests to look at the tiny screen up close.
“No,” you breathed, feeling tears start to prick your eyes. “This is very real. Oh my god!” you squealed excitedly, a big smile making its way onto your face as you threw yourself at your husband.
“We’re having a freaking baby!” he exclaimed just as excitedly as he spun you around, all while kissing the shit out of you.
To go from being disappointed again and again for months on end, to now finally getting the results you’d been longing for was everything you could have wished for and more. And being able to share this moment with your husband, the love of your life, the man who would go to hell and back for you, made it feel all the more special.
“I can’t fucking believe it,” Mingyu mumbled against your lips. “I’m gonna be a dad!“ He pulled back abruptly, eyes widening at the sudden realization as he put you back down. “Oh shit! I’m gonna be a dad!”
“Yes, a damn good one.”
“You think so?”
“I know so. You’re a natural with kids,” you answered with a smile, wrapping your arms around his neck.
Mingyu moved a hand to your stomach. “You’re right. I think our baby will be just fine with us.”
You placed your hand over his and glanced down at your joined hands. “I think so too. Plus, with so many uncles around, I’m pretty sure the little one will have everything a child could want.”
Your husband sucked in a breath. “That reminds me. The guys are definitely going to fight for the title of best uncle. We need to come up with a game plan before things get nasty.”
“I’m sure it won’t be that bad, Gyu.” You chuckled but it quickly died down when you spotted the serious expression on his face.
“I’m serious, baby. We better come prepared because someone is going to end up crying, and it’s not going to be our baby.”
“Oh boy.”
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Plot: Picture this… you find out exactly why your boyfriend has been so distant lately.
🎥 Starring: fem!reader x boyfriend!Jeon Wonwoo
🎥 Genre: big time angst
🎥 Word count: 1k
🎥 Warnings: swearing, cheating
🎥 Notes: more angst! sorry but not sorry hehe 🙃
🎥 Shout out: as always, thanks to my lemon drop @nothoughtsjustfic for helping and keeping me sane 💜
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“Do you still love me?”
You watched as your boyfriend tore his eyes away from his phone, his face scrunching up in confusion.
“What? Of course I do. Why would you even ask me that?”
“I don’t know. You’ve just been so distant lately, always too busy to spend time with me or too tired to be intimate.” You threw up your hands. “Hell, we haven’t gone on a date in what feels like forever. It just made me start to question everything.”
Wonwoo pushed up his glasses, putting his phone away before making his way over to where you were seated on the couch.
“You have nothing to worry about, baby. I love you and I’m not going anywhere, okay?” he assured you, wrapping a comforting arm around your frame.
You nodded hesitantly, still not entirely convinced by his words. While you deeply loved your boyfriend of five years, you couldn’t deny that there was a disconnect between the two of you. Whereas just a year ago Wonwoo would have jumped at the opportunity to spend every waking moment with you, he barely looked at you nowadays.
No more daily compliments, no more occasional presents, and certainly no more spontaneous dates.
You didn’t quite know what had caused it but you missed what you once had. More importantly, you missed the old Wonwoo.
“How about we go somewhere for dinner tonight, just you and me? Like old times?” Wonwoo proposed, offering you a smile as he squeezed your arm.
“I’d love that.” You smiled, a spark of hope settling in your stomach at the thought of rekindling your relationship.
“Got any places in mind?”
“You remember that Italian place I’ve been wanting to go to?” Your eyes lit up in excitement.
Wonwoo instantly dropped his smile at your suggestion, his eyes growing wide.
“No, not that one.”
You frowned, not understanding his sudden shift. “Why? We both love Italian food and I’ve heard great things about this place.”
“I’ve heard the food and staff are shit so I’m not willing to risk it, baby. Let’s just pick one we both love, hmm?”
“Wonwoo.”
“Y/N.”
You sighed in defeat. “You’re really not going to give in, are you?”
“Correct. Choose any other place.” He kissed your cheek.
“Fine, I’ll find us another restaurant. But you’re paying.”
—
You’d been so excited for your upcoming date, carefully planning out your outfit and makeup, making sure to pick some of Wonwoo’s favorites in the hopes of ending the night with some long-awaited intimacy.
But all your hopes came crashing down when the two of you had sat down at the fancy restaurant.
Wonwoo was distracted throughout the entirety of the dinner, practically glued to his phone which seemed to go off every few minutes. Bad thoughts were floating through your mind as you watched him try to contain his smile every time he glanced at the device, not for a second believing his excuse of being so excited to spend quality time with the love of his life. But you also didn’t want to assume the worst because it was Wonwoo after all, the man who’d promised with his entire heart that he’d never ever hurt you like that.
And you wanted to believe that, you really needed to believe that.
But as the days passed, the distance between you never lessened, only seeming to become bigger and bigger until you felt like you could no longer be comfortable in your skin around your boyfriend.
That’s why you eventually sought out one of your dearest friends on one of those nights where Wonwoo had to work over hours at the office. You were planning to share your thoughts about your relationship with her over dinner, needing to have someone to confirm that you were not actually going crazy. You knew she would understand, having had her fair share of relationship struggles herself.
“You’re telling me he didn’t want to go here? For real?” Nayoung asked in disbelief as the two of you entered the high-class Italian restaurant, several staff members approaching you to take your coats and name of the reservation.
“Don’t get me started. Something about bad service and food,” you mumbled softly so the staff wouldn’t overhear.
Nayoung snorted as you began to follow the hostess through the restaurant. “Now that is some bullshit if I ever heard some. I’ve heard nothing but praise. It has one Michelin star for god’s sake.”
“He wouldn’t budge. I wasn’t going to push it. Anyway, I’m glad to experience it with someone who can appreciate it.” You put a smile on your face as you both sat down at your assigned table.
“Of course, you know I’m never one to turn down a fancy d— oh fuck no.”
Nayoung didn’t finish her sentence, her eyes focused on something behind you. It couldn’t be anything good judging by the displeased expression on her face.
“What are you looking at?”
“No, wait!” She tried to reach for you but you’d already turned around, your eyes falling on a couple, the man having just leaned in to kiss the woman on the lips.
Wait.
“Y/N.”
You couldn’t even hear her since your heart was beating all the way in your ears, drowning out everything around you as you watched the man pull away with a lovestruck look on his face.
It was the look he used to give you.
As if sensing someone was looking at him, he slowly turned his head, freezing on the spot as his dark brown orbs connected with yours.
He obviously didn’t expect to be caught here of all places.
You didn’t waste time making a beeline for the exit, ignoring the desperate pleas coming out of his mouth as you tried to keep it together for just a bit longer.
Everything suddenly made sense.
The distance, the phone, the restaurant.
You should have trusted your gut.
But you chose to believe him like the fool in love you were.
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Plot: Picture this… you join an exclusive sex club and meet a mysterious man who helps you embrace your darker tastes.
🎥 Starring: fem!reader x mystery man!Xu Minghao
🎥 Genre: dark romance; suggestive [+18], light angst
🎥 Word count: 0.9k+
🎥 Warnings: swearing, primal kink (I explain it a bit but feel free to look it up if you’re unsure), light knife play (no blood)
🎥 Notes: alright, so this is a little different from my usual writing but I recently read the Legacy of Gods series by Rina Kent and let me tell you I AM OBSSESSED!! so ofc I had to incorporate it into a fic hehe. hope you will like it 🤭
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Crazy.
That was the only word you could think of to describe the situation you’d gotten yourself into on this dark and gloomy Friday evening.
If anyone were to see you right now, running frantically through the forest in the middle of nowhere, they’d think you were in immediate danger.
But that was just the thing. Your life wasn’t in jeopardy… not really. In fact, you had very much agreed to partake in this sick and twisted game.
It all started with Rose Haven, an exclusive sex club you’d signed up for in an attempt to find something that was more your taste, so to say.
Although you were by no means a virgin, you’d never really found sex enjoyable, unlike your friends, who swore it was the best thing on earth. Of the few guys you’d been with, none had managed to make you cum, nor had they bothered with anything more than missionary or doggy to get themselves off before taking their leave.
You’d then turned to porn, hoping that it would be better without a useless, self-centered guy getting in between you and your orgasm. But that didn’t do it for you either. It was all so anticlimactic and fake, you felt like you needed something more, even though you weren’t sure what that something was supposed to be.
It had gotten to the point where you were starting to believe that maybe you were the problem — abnormal, defect, whatever you wanted to call it.
But then you’d come across Rose Haven, and you learned about a whole list of sex kinks you didn’t even know existed. That’s how you eventually discovered the world of primal play, aka a type of predator–prey dynamic in which both parties let their primal instincts come out during sex.
You‘d been intrigued from the start, wondering how something so raw and animalistic could be considered elating and pleasurable. However, the more you read through the club’s primal play forum, the more you began to realize that perhaps this was exactly what you needed. Maybe giving into your instincts for once would finally give you what you were looking for.
And what better way than to do it with a random stranger, someone who didn’t know you at all, someone who wouldn’t judge you for indulging in something like that, someone who — just like you — was trying out new kinks because regular, boring vanilla sex was not cutting it for them either?
Yes, you knew it sounded totally crazy and you were pretty sure that none of your friends would understand, but you still signed up that same evening, filling out all the required information and your preferences and submitting the form before you had a chance to back out.
And now here you were, being chased through a dark forest by a hot guy whom you’d been matched with less than a week after sending in your application.
You didn’t even know his name. All you knew about the guy was that he’d engaged in primal play before, and his member ID, which was mentioned in the attendance invitation you’d received earlier this evening — it also stated the safeword and the off-site location you were currently at.
When you arrived at the eerie-looking cabin, you’d been alone. And when he still hadn’t shown up ten minutes after the original meetup time, you started to second-guess your choice to come.
But then he was suddenly there, scaring the living daylights out of you when you felt his warm breath hit the back of your neck. It was only when you turned around and he showed you the card displaying a member ID that matched the one you received, you felt yourself start to relax.
Next thing you knew he told you to run as his lips curled into a devilish smirk, one that was enough to get you moving.
Where, you didn’t know. You could barely see anything in the dark, the trees all looking similar and your vision slightly blurring the longer you ran. So you stopped behind a big tree for a moment to catch your breath, keeping your ears open for any sign of the guy.
A twig snapping on your right caught your attention and your heartbeat sped up instantly as you waited, your body shaking with adrenaline.
“Oh, thank god.” You breathed a sigh of relief when you realized it was just an innocent bunny. You slowly pushed yourself away from the tree and turned around before taking a step, only to freeze when a piece of metal was suddenly pressed against your throat.
“Gotcha, little rabbit. You really have to work on your technique,” he mumbled against your ear.
You swallowed nervously, too afraid to move but at the same time curious to see what would happen if you did.
“Don’t even think about moving. I won’t be so nice next time.” His voice was harsh this time, sending tingles down your spine and to your pussy as he increased the pressure on your throat.
Fuck, how was he having this effect on you already? You don’t think you’d ever gotten that wet this fast. But here this stranger was, doing just that while manhandling you like a freaking psycho.
Within the blink of an eye, he removed the knife and forcefully pushed your back against the large tree, leaving you with nowhere to go as he trapped you with his larger form.
Then the knife was back on your skin, right below your throat, sliding down slowly and leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
A loud ripping sound echoed through the empty woods, and you watched with big eyes as your dress fell to the ground in tatters.
A terrifying smile overtook the man's features as his hungry gaze moved over your trembling form.
“Now, little rabbit, where do we start?”
**BONUS CONTENT**
Dear Ms. L/N,
Due to unforeseen circumstances that we cannot disclose, member 234448 is unfortunately unable to attend today's appointment that was supposed to take place at 10pm.
If you wish to reschedule the appointment, please fill out the attached form as soon as possible and we will do our best to arrange something.
Thank you for your understanding and as always, stay safe.
🌹 Rose Haven
Your breath caught in your throat as you read over the club message you'd received over two hours ago.
“Something wrong, little rabbit?”
Your gaze shot up instantly, locking with mystery man's dark orbs as you tried to keep your cool.
If your supposed ‘date’ had canceled on you, then who the hell was the man that had just ravaged you in the best possible way in the forest?
To be continued…
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Plot: Picture this… your boyfriend reminds you just who you belong to.
🎥 Starring: fem!reader x boyfriend!Lee Seokmin
🎥 Genre: dark romance; suggestive [+18], established relationship
🎥 Word count: 0.9k+
🎥 Warnings: swearing, mentions of drinking, extremely possessive seok (don’t mess with him ooof), light choking, one instance of violence (breaking an arm), many red flags 🚩
🎥 Notes: we are back again with yet another scene slightly inspired by the Legacy of Gods series by Rina Kent! had to do it because who doesn’t love a possessive seok??? 🤭
🎥 Shout out: 100x thanks again my love @nothoughtsjustfic for beta reading this for me 💜
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“I can’t believe this girls’ night is finally happening!” your friend Hana exclaimed as the three of you entered the fancy-looking club.
“Right? I can’t believe Y/N actually made it out here with us for once. I was almost starting to believe she completely forgot about us,” Areum, your other friend, sighed dramatically.
“Oh, come on! You know I’d never forget about you. Besides, we still do stuff. Clubbing has just not been on my mind lately,” you defended, knowing damn well that the reason for your absence was no one other than your boyfriend.
Hana snorted. “Yeah, like once every few months. I mean, your boyfriend is hot and all, but it’s like the dude is freaking obsessed with you, always glued to your side and shit. He literally stares anyone down who even dares to look at you. It’s fucking intense.”
Oh didn’t you know it.
Seokmin was as intense as they come. It was something you both loved and hated about the man. It was great at times, because it meant endless passionate making out sessions that often led to kinky hardcore fucking at literally any place or time. But it was not so great when you were trying to have a night out with friends like now.
Although Seokmin was very caring and probably the only man you’d ever truly loved, the man was the definition of possessive.
You still vividly remember that one time he held a waiter at knifepoint for simply smiling at you, or when he broke the arm of one of your male co-workers for standing just a little too close. And let’s definitely not forget about that time you went grocery shopping, and he actually sent a guy to the hospital because he dared to ask for your number while Seokmin had temporarily disappeared into a different aisle.
It was safe to say you were forced to change grocery stores after that.
Maybe you were crazy for loving a man who would literally kill for you. Maybe your friends were right and he did in fact have an abnormal infatuation with you. But you honestly couldn’t imagine your life without Seokmin in it.
You had no purpose before he'd entered your life, working a 9 to 5, coming home to an empty house and watching cheesy shows every single night. Now, with Seokmin filling up your days, you felt alive, thrilled at having someone in your life who loved you as much as he did, even though it was a little extreme at times.
Tonight, however, you really didn’t want to think about your boyfriend, especially since you hadn’t told him you were going out clubbing with your friends.
“Can we not talk about Seokmin?” you begged just when you’d gotten your first drinks. “I just wanna enjoy tonight, just us girls.” You raised your drink.
The other two clinked their glasses with yours.
You grinned widely. “Let’s partaay!”
—
Everything was great until it wasn’t.
You were drinking and dancing on the dancefloor with your friends for a good two hours before you suddenly felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up straight, as if you were being watched — which could only mean one thing.
Your hand immediately reached the phone that was in your clutch, unlocking it to check if you’d missed any calls or messages. There were none, strangely enough. But then how could you explain this feeling you were currently experiencing? Were you just imagining things?
Nobody is watching you. Just enjoy the moment. There is no way Seok—
A sudden hand on your ass and a loud scream had you spinning on your heels in no time.
And there he was, Lee Seokmin, your boyfriend, with a murderous look on his face while he twisted some random dude’s arm behind his back, followed by a sickening crunch that had the guy squirming in his hold.
“Yo what the hell man? Are you fucking crazy?!”
“Me? Ha! You’re the fucking crazy one for thinking you can touch what’s mine. You’re lucky I didn’t rip your fucking arm off.” You watched in horror as Seokmin tightened his grip on the poor dude’s arm. “Now fuck off and don’t let me catch you again or I’ll fucking kill you.”
The guy couldn’t get away fast enough when Seokmin finally released him, and you took that moment to mouth a quick “I’m sorry” to your two horrified friends before preparing yourself for what would come next.
“Forgot something, Princess?” Your boyfriend asked as a familiar black piece of leather with the words Off Limits engraved into it dangled from his hand.
“S-seok,” you gasped, feeling your whole body tense up in an instant, “What are you doing here?”
He frowned. “I should be asking you exactly that. I don’t recall you mentioning clubbing.”
“I can explain, o-okay? Let’s just go somewhere else first, yeah?” you suggested, hoping to deescalate the situation a little bit.
“No. I think everyone here needs to know who you belong to first. And after that, I’m going to show you just why you don’t ever want to lie to me, Princess.”
Fuck, that really shouldn’t have made you as wet as it did.
“Turn around.”
“Seok, please,” you pleaded, even though your body seemed more than okay with his demand.
“Now.”
You quickly turned around when you realized there was no way out of this and gasped at the hand that immediately wrapped tightly around your throat, forcing your head back, your eyes connecting with Seokmin’s wild ones.
A needy whimper escaped from your lips as he fastened a leather collar around your neck, his fingers briefly tracing over the words before he captured your mouth into a hot, toe-curling kiss that no doubt everyone on the dance floor had a front row seat to.
“You’re fucking mine, don’t forget that,” Seokmin rasped after retreating from your lips. Then he lightly tugged at the collar. “Now, about that punishment...”
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Plot: Picture this… you find out that your so-called best friend has been playing you all along.
🎥 Starring: fem!reader x best friend!Boo Seungkwan
🎥 Genre: big time angst
🎥 Word count: 0.9k+
🎥 Warnings: swearing, asshole vernon, asshole kwannie (sorry y’all), brief mention of blood but not graphic
🎥 Notes: I am baaaack (hopefully for a while). I know I haven’t been posting for forever but I hope to see you all more often again ^^
🎥 Shout out: thanks to my lovely bestie @nothoughtsjustfic for motivating me to write again 💜 love you Chee! Never change pls hehehe
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“How much longer are you going to keep this up, dude? She’s been glued to your side since that dumb bet. Weren’t you gonna ditch her like forever ago?”
Time froze as you heard Vernon utter those words to your best friend… or so you thought.
“Shit, Vernon! Be quiet before she hears you!” Seungkwan hissed in return, which was followed by a dull sound and then a shriek from Vernon.
“Whatever. I just don’t get it. You don’t even like her. She could offer to buy me unlimited pizza and beers and I still wouldn’t be able to handle all that clinginess.”
“Fucking hell! Just get out and don’t come back until we leave. You’re going to fuck up everything,” Seungkwan snapped, his voice unlike anything you’d ever heard coming from his lips.
“Fine.” Vernon sighed dramatically. “But don’t come crying to me when it all comes to bite you in the ass.”
A second later, you heard the front door slam shut, the sound of which snapped you right back to the horrible reality you were now forced to face.
You’d just been shown a completely different side of your supposed best friend and you didn’t quite know whether to cry or scream. What you did know was that you couldn’t stay hidden behind the wall for forever, even though that did seem awfully tempting. You’d never been very confrontational but this matter couldn’t be left unspoken, not if you wanted to keep your sanity.
You needed to hear the truth from Seungkwan himself.
With your heart nearly pounding out your chest and a million thoughts running through your mind, you forced your legs to move in the direction of the living room where Seungkwan was awaiting your return.
His head immediately shot up when he noticed you approaching him, a smile that felt just a little too forced making its way on his face. It was almost as if you could see a sliver of disgust flash behind his eyes.
Had that always been there or were you just overanalyzing everything because of what Vernon said?
“There you are! Any longer and I would have gotten worried.” Seungkwan chuckled as he turned his head back towards the TV.
Right. The movie the two of you had been watching before that awful conversation. If only you could turn back time.
“Y/N?” Seungkwan asked with a raised brow when you hadn’t moved at all. “Aren’t you going to sit down? We can finish the last thirty minutes before we have to leave.”
“No.”
Your voice was barely audible but you knew that it had been loud enough judging by the way Seungkwan responded.
“No? You don’t want to watch any more? Well, we can put on something else if that’s what you wan-”
You were quick to interrupt him. “No. That’s not what I want.”
“Okay?” He got up from the couch, his brows furrowed in confusion. “You’re acting kinda strange, Y/N. What’s going on?”
Without realizing it, you’d been clenching your fists so hard this entire time that your nails had pierced through parts of your skin, drawing a little bit of blood which you could feel dripping down your fingers. But you honestly couldn’t give a fuck right now.
“Do you hate me?” you blurted out, completely catching the man in front of you off guard.
“W-what? Hate you? Why would you ask me that?” Seungkwan chuckled nervously, his hand awkwardly coming up to scratch behind his neck.
“Be honest with me, Seungkwan.” You looked him dead in the eyes, noticing the way his eyes grew wide at the fierceness behind your words.
As if suddenly coming back to himself, he shook his head furiously. “You’re being crazy, Y/N.”
You let out a loud snort. “Me? Crazy? Then are you saying Vernon was lying just now?”
At that revelation, Seungkwan’s mouth opened and closed a few times as if he was about to say something but backed out at the last second. There was no talking himself out of this. And you were not backing down until you’d heard everything, even if it was going to crush you.
“Yeah… I heard everything. About a supposed bet, about you pretending this entire time and wanting to ditch me. Does that ring a bell?”
“Y/N, l-listen,” the man pleaded as he took a step forward to reach for your arm.
“Tell me the fucking truth, Seungkwan!” you nearly screamed, surprising both yourself and him at the anger laced in your voice.
You could see the hesitation in his eyes at first, but it wasn’t long before that disgust you swore you’d seen before flashed behind his eyes once again.
“You really wanna know what I think of you? Fine!” He threw up his hands. “I don’t like you, I never have, not then and not now. I’m not your fucking best friend and I’m sick of pretending. You’re right. It started out as a stupid bet to see if I could befriend you, but with how fucking desperate you were, that wasn’t hard. And then you just wouldn’t fucking go away so I thought, I might as well use your clingy ass to my advantage. Because who in their right mind doesn’t like free meals and free rides? All I had to do was pretend.” He chuckled bitterly. “Happy now?”
You didn’t stick around to respond, already halfway through the door with tears streaming down your face by the time he finished his cruel rant. This wasn’t the sweet and caring Seungkwan you’d been sharing all your secrets and insecurities with. This was the real Seungkwan, a mean, heartless excuse of a human being who you didn’t recognize at all.
He’d broken your heart in a million little pieces and you didn’t know if you were ever going to recover from this.
So much for letting someone in.
So much for not wanting to be alone.
Boo Seungkwan, I hope it was worth it.
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