fwb!songmingi x you
“you and mingi are best friends that fuck. it works perfectly, with you being too busy with school and him being too emotionally detached for anything more. yet it all crumbles after feelings shift and everything falls into the very grey area you were afraid of to begin with.”
cw; !mdni! smutttttttttttttttt. fwb. a toxic, jealous mingi. kinda angst. 2.1k words.
“you’re not seriously going out tonight when you have this right here?”
“what do you mean- oh my god mingi!”
by going, he meant your movie night hang out with some people from your thursday class and by this, he meant him lying on your bed completely naked. dick out and everything.
you knew he was vulgar but still, he never fails to surprise you.
“mr song put that thing away. it’s a hazard.”
“you calling my dick big?”
you roll your eyes and continue getting ready, until arms suddenly slither its way around your waist, pulling you flush back against a chest.
“baby... how can you abandon me?” he peppers kisses along your shoulder line, something he knows you love so much.
“don’t baby me,” you try to untangle yourself but the man stays firm, “why are you so clingy tonight?”
“i’m not clingy.”
“really?”
“fine... practice was such a bitch so i thought we could spend the night together you know, cuddling and shit...”
“cuddling and shit? you’re such a romantic.”
“come on baby... i’ll do that thing you like with my tongue,” he coos into your ear, voice softer and deeper than usual, “then i’ll buy you fried chicken.”
“deal!”
“you fucking serious?” his mouth hangs wide at the revelation, “fried chicken is all it takes?!”
and he really did order you your favourite fried chicken after doing that thing you loved so much with his tongue, over and over until you saw white. three times.
spending time with mingi was always easy. full of fun, comfort and a lot of sex. there was nothing normal about this scandalous friendship of yours but it worked. he’d come whenever he needed release and you’d call whenever you needed relief. it was the perfect arrangement for two best friends who wanted sex with no strings attached.
“i need some beer. your pussy drained me.”
“you’re unbelievable song.”
while the man searched about in the kitchen, you lay on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through funny reels on his phone. until a notification flashes across the screen, the name somi being the first thing you noticed, followed by three words "come by tomorrow".
you don’t mean to look at the other new notifications but you do.
name after name, message after message from girls you know too well of, telling him to come over. to do things to them.
you weren’t a jealous person, especially not over mingi but just something about this irked you the wrong way, more than you would’ve wanted to admit. it was a strange feeling, one that was never there until you and him fucked.
and now your feelings are fucked.
“what’s with the long face?”
“nothing.”
the man plops down beside you and tilts his head but thankfully doesn’t question any further.
“wanna do something tomorrow? go for a drive? fuck in a park somewhere?” he asks while drinking his beer and checking the plethora of notifications on his phone. his brows raise at the messages but he doesn’t reply to any, nor saying anything aloud.
“i had plans to study with yeonjun.”
“yeonjun? that nerd?” he says it like he’s mocking, tone unpleasant like the look that’s currently on his face, “what’s with you and him?”
“we have like 3 classes together and he helps me out sometimes.”
“he just wants to fuck.”
“he does not!” you were quick to bite back, “he’s a nice guy!”
“yeah you say that now but wait til he’s alone with you and oops, there goes his hand up your skirt.”
“is that what you do? with somi?”
oops. you didn’t mean to mention her name and now that you did, mingi is looking at you like you’re crazy. and you really must be crazy to be mentioning something that was none of your business. especially his sex life.
“somi?” he turns to you with raised brows, “what about her?”
“nothing.”
“really? hm?” he coos, hand now creeping up your inner thigh. the man is evidently amused by how things are playing out, especially with how you’re currently death glaring him. oh he loved that.
“back off song.”
“there’s no need to get jealous, angel,” he leans in closer to you, lips brushing the tip of your ears teasingly, “she’s nothing compared to you.”
his hands grabs at your waist underneath your huge flimsy shirt, fingers already kneading at your soft skin. mingi kisses you before you could swear at him, his lips gentle and teasing against yours.
if it’s one thing that mingi is good at, it’s that he’s fast. because one moment you’re sitting up on the couch, the next you’re lying on your back with the man’s head in between your thighs and your legs in the air.
it’s exactly how mingi likes to have you. fully submissive and whimpering like the pathetic slut you were for him.
“min- mingi too much-” you bite down at your lips to hold back any inappropriate noises, knowing the neighbours must’ve been damn tired of hearing you all night. but it’s almost impossible with the way his god damn tongue is working you, edging you little by little towards your high.
you could feel him smirking into your folds, clearly pleased at how much you’re already squirming in his hold. and it had only been about two minutes.
the man pauses for a second to catch his breath, using the time to glance up at you, his eyes evil and telling enough of what was to come. the view of his head in between your thighs and his glistening lips almost makes you finish on the spot. knowing that it’s your juices on his lips is a whole different tier of high, one that never fails to bring you to cloud nine.
“my tongue make you feel good baby?”
“yeah... so good mingi- ah!” and he was in between your legs again, plump lips immediately attached onto your dripping bareness that begged of a release. the third one tonight actually.
the man is clearly good at what he does, something that doesn’t really surprise you because of the reputation he has on campus. a fuckboy. a very known one too.
“i’m so close- please-” your words are barely audible anymore with your entire body feeling like it’s about to burst any time soon. with your fingers knotted in his hair, you throw your head back and arch your back more, readying yourself for what was to come.
the man immediately notices your reaction, he notices the little twitch in your face you make every time you’re close. mingi always notices.
with his lips sucking harshly at your folds and his tongue flicking at your clit, mingi then adds one finger into your hole, pushing you to almost insanity. and it does just that, your thighs instantly closing around him at the fullness, almost suffocating the poor man as you do. but mingi is exactly where he wants to be, squished in between your thighs that he loved so much.
“come on baby... you can do it. for me.”
and that really does it for you. your body becomes undone beneath him, your limbs numb all over as that very familiar feeling overtakes you whole. white washes over, just like your juices that are making a mess on his face as you finally cum. but he doesn’t stop pumping, instead going faster to overstimulate your sensitivity. evil man.
“mingi!”
“yeah baby?” he finally pulls away with a scandalous plop, a smug grin immediately on his face as he does. you know that look, that cocky look he always wears whenever he has you like this. a fucking mess because of him.
you swear one of these days you’re going to smack him for it.
he crawls up to you while nonchalantly wiping the leftovers from his chin as if it hadn’t just come out of you. the sight causes your cheeks to go a darker shade, embarrassment hanging over you but that only makes him prouder. a true narcissist.
“you’re the worst song.”
“and you love me for it,” he leans in to kiss you, smearing your own juices on your lips. the disgusted face you jokingly make has the two of you in a fit of laughter. it’s an unbelievably sweet moment, one that shouldn’t be making your heart skip a beat. but it does, like it has been for the past couple of weeks.
“i really don’t.”
“i love you though.”
it’s moment like these that has you delusional, totally forgetting that this was just sex and that this man was just smooth...
and that he was your best friend.
“are you meeting that nerd tomorrow?”
“are you meeting somi tomorrow?”
the room then goes silent but the piercing gazes from each other were doing enough of the talking anyway.
you swear it had been very obviously weird lately, the air always thicker whenever one of you mentioned another person’s name. it wasn’t like this before, only in the past few weeks when you began spending even more time together, when the sex seemed more intimate than it should’ve been.
being mingi’s best friend has taught you just how touchy the man really was but this, all of this was not normal. from longer, deeper kisses to the gentle way he would hold you all night and finally that loving look in his eyes. all has become too questionable for two best friends.
yet no one has said a thing.
and no one is going to.
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“not feeling well?”
a soft hand on your forehead brings you out of your daze, reminding you where you currently were. you’re in the library, where mingi had dropped you off an hour earlier while on his way to somi’s place. ironically enough.
to say the car ride was heavy, would’ve been an understatement because not only were you two not talking but his grip on your thigh the whole way screamed of something more, almost like a threat. yet you gave him a kiss and got off to meet yeonjun as if nothing was wrong.
because nothing should be wrong in this beneficial relationship.
“i’m so sorry just distracted.”
yeonjun only smiles and reaches over to ruffle your hair, “it’s okay, i’m always distracted too.”
you both laugh it off and continue typing away on your own laptops, occasionally discussing something interesting. nerd stuff.
until your phone vibrates inside your pocket.
[ new message from: devil song]
wish i could be between your thighs right now
devour that pussy
make you cry
fuck im so hard for you bby
you roll your eyes and put down the phone, only to have it vibrate just moments later.
[new message from: devil song]
dont ignore me
[from: you]
you’re sick song
it baffles you to think that mingi was sexting you like this while with another girl. it brings up the question, does he do the same when he’s with you? sexting other girls when he’s balls deep inside of you?
[new message from: devil song]
want you so bad
miss you
ill come by tonight
“everything okay?” yeonjun looks at you with concern and you don’t blame him with how focused you’ve been on your phone.
“i’m so sorry, i think i’m just tired. maybe we can meet another time?”
“of course silly,” he smiles reassuringly again, like he always does. “actually i wanted to ask if maybe you wanted to go for drinks tomorrow night? if you’re free?”
“oh- as in you and me?”
“yes,” he chuckles at your confused look, “it’s okay if you don’t want to-”
“it’s not that. i just had a few other assignments due. maybe next time?”
“of course.”
you’d be lying if you said the thought of yeonjun hadn’t crossed your mind before. of getting to know him, of dating him. but your mind always wandered back to someone else, to someone who you had no chance with. to someone who let themselves into your bedroom later that night, while you were trying to sleep.
“really? you’re just going to break into my apartment in the middle of the night?”
“i missed you,” he says as the bed dips, before his body attaches itself onto your back. he’s already topless, arms immediately tangling itself around your waist to hug you closer to him.
he smells of beer, the mixture of it with his familiar cologne drives you insane. but there’s also a hint of something else, of someone else. a sweet, feminine perfume that wasn’t there this morning and it wasn’t yours.
your gut is screaming, telling you that he’s perhaps here now because he wasn’t satisfied with her. or with them. and that you’re just his only choice left.
“you spent so much time with him today.”
“we were studying,” you say bluntly and try to fall asleep again but mingi is already kissing away at the back of your neck, trying to elicit a reaction from you. “why are you here at this time song?”
“had to see you.”
sigh.
“what? she didn’t put out so you came to me?”
“you know that’s not true,” he sounds rather defensive, his grip on you tightening the more he spoke, “they don’t matter. only you do baby.”
he turns your face a little and kisses you before you can even complain, he always does, knowing well enough that he’ll have you immediately puddy in his hands. and it does.
he kisses you rather possessively, lips moving so roughly against yours that it hurts almost immediately. he adjusts you then, turning you so you’re flat on the bed so he could hover over. his hands are already busy at your curves as he deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue in when you take a moment to gasp for air. it doesn’t take long for him to dominate you over entirely, he always does and you’ve always let him.
but not tonight.
it was all finally getting to you, that you were the only one to have felt a shift in this friendship, that you were the only one to have thought that there was something more besides sex.
oh how wrong you were.
you press against his chest, slightly pushing him away from you. despite the lack of lighting in your room, you can see the instant surprised look his on face, like he’s part worried and part annoyed at the same time at the sudden disruption.
“what’s up with you tonight?” he sighs through his words but leans back in anyway, immediately marking up the side of your neck.
sigh.
“nothing.”
“come on, i know something’s up. you’re my best friend after all,” he emphasises the two specific words and it hits you like a truck, like an instant reminder of what this really was to him. and what it should’ve been to you too.
“i’m fine,” you say it with a smile.
“good,” he smiles back, teeth showing like he’s relieved at your answer, “now let me make you feel good. i missed my bestie so much today.”
he kisses your jaw, then your chest before disappearing between your breasts. you watch it all in silence, a smile appearing across your face as you yourself feel relieved. relieved to finally be able to let your built up delusions go. you were stupid after all, to have found yourself falling into the very grey area you were afraid of being in the first place.
but at least everything could go back to normal now, back to when you and mingi fucked with absolutely no strings attached.
someone should tell ot7 engenes that their fight is pointless because heeseung left enhypen on his own accord. if he wanted to be in the group, he would be.
