All Cuz Of Peaches.

All cuz of peaches.

Smut | MDNI

starring: ranch cowboy! mingi x ex city girl! reader

genre: country, strangers to fuckers, porn with barely any plot 😭

summary: after becoming bored with the city you moved into your friends seonghwa and soobin’s peach farm in the countryside, however a lust filled attraction towards your neighbor Song Mingi down the hill has filled your thoughts. after letting your horniness get the best of you, he decides to give you what you want.

warnings/prevs: Readers a pervert..Mingi likes it though, Masturbation, Unprotected piv, Breeding, One case of impact play, Begging, Cunnilingus, Fingering, Sweet talk/names (if I’m missing anything else let me know).

A/N: Y’all honestly this work is more experimental and based off of a thought I’ve had if anything so this work may be off the wall and a bit…😭 but enjoy if you do ! Push it pt.2 soon to be released !!

Adjusting to country life wasn’t easy but it was definitely enriching. You moved into a peach farm and ranch with your buddies who’ve owned it since last summer. Soobin and Seonghwa. You decided that life in the city was monotonous and you couldn’t handle the cold, loud and superficial ambience of it all. So one day, you packed your things and decided to move in with them. The past 5 months have been easy so far, all you really do is pitch in with the farm animals and collect the peaches when it’s in season. Since living here, your mind feels so much clearer.

However, there is one thing that has been consuming your thoughts. You three’s neighbor Song Mingi. His farm and woodshed was down the hill from your trio. His presence wasn’t new to you because he was friends with Hwa and Soob, but your attraction towards him makes everyday you see him feel new. He comes by you and the boys house and farm all the time to trade goods or to just hangout for drinks.

And he’s referred to you with the same name since you’ve moved in. “City Girl.” Obvious cause for the nickname but you’re shocked he’d have it stuck for so long.

You couldn’t deny the want for this man. He was so handsome and had a resounding appeal. Even though he had this magnetism that drew you in further and further; you couldn’t bring yourself to talk to him one on one. You felt you could only talk to him when he’s invited in by Hwa or you 3 are invited over to his ranch.

Soon you planned to go for it and invite him over yourself. But you had things to do until then….

You went out to the peach trees and began disposing of the ones who ripened too fast and became rotting mounds of peach flesh. You dumped them into the compost bin and then got ready to pick as many peaches as your crate could take for today. You picked and picked while the crate was finally halfway filled with them. However something caught your eye.

Today, Mingi was out in his own field. His hat still on but flannel unbuttoned, while his jeans hung low on his hips letting you see [almost] intimate parts of him. Your eyes are caught on his body, you can’t even view the vegetation and and lush field scenery behind him. He continues to dig his produce from his garden, piercing the fertile soil with his shovel…

You were beginning to get hot and bothered by the sight. His sun kissed tan and sweat sheened body moving in ways that make you feel aroused. The way his pants are hanging by his hips, you imagine him pulling them down and exposing his cock. You imagine the size…you imagine his large tall body over you while making you take all his inches.

Despite your conscious yelling no, you sit by the peach tree you were picking at and brought your hand to your cunt. You begin with soft presses and teases before adding circles to your clit. Your breathing is unsteady, you can’t help yourself..

The thoughts begin to be more vivid..his thrust, his voice talking you through the whole ordeal…how his hard working hands adorned with long fingers would feel pressing and curling against your walls. Your fingers are quick on your clit and your final thought brings you over the edge..the idea of him breeding you full. You cum and get your breathing and thoughts back on track.

What the fuck did I just do.

The realization rushes over you and the shock of you being this down bad sinks in. You adjust yourself and grab the crate of peaches you picked and made your way back home.

It was the next day and since Seonghwa and Soobin had to leave for a produce market deal you decided to be productive. You washed and peeled all the peaches you got from the day before, cleaned up the house, fed the chickens and took the goat out the stable to go feed and roam in the pasture until evening.

After all the hard work you wanted to do something simple for yourself and something out of your hard work. A peach cobbler. You baked it for an hour and took it out to see it with a beautiful crispy brown crust and perfectly soft baked peaches underneath. The only problem was that Seonghwa and Soobin left so you’re stuck here to enjoy it by yourself.

However you remember, Mingi is just down the hill. You put on a form fitting flannel and a nice skirt and shoes and lock up the ranch before you head by Mingis ranch house to asks if he’d like to indulge in the pie with you. Luckily, his woodshed was open and he was organizing his logs of wood and his tools.

“Hey Mingi !” He looks up from his tasks and his eyes lock on you like a target. He immediately stops what he’s doing and straightens himself as he stands. You fully walk in and close the woodshed door to get rid of the beaming hot sun.

“Hey city girl, what do you need.” He will never let the nickname go you think to yourself.

“Well I made a pie earlier and it’s still nice and fresh and I wanted to know if you wanted to come over and have a slice.” You’ve never really interacted with Mingi one on one, the nerves and his stare makes you bite your lip.

“Really.” Mingi is starting to eye you and look you up and down.

“Of course really, Soobin and Seonghwa aren’t here so who else will I share with.”

He begins walking towards you. “That’s all you want from me?” You look around and begin to notice how his own shirt was gone and belt was unbuckled. “Yea..just wanted to know...” Your eyes struggle to not stray from his face and drift down how torso. He gets closer, you can smell his cologne and musk from working in the heat. “You sure there’s nothing else you want…some sweet little secret you’re keeping from me.”

Mingi corners you in the woodshed. You’re backed up against a wooden table he made himself. He rubs his hands on the top of your thighs, he looks like he’s about to eat you alive. He whispers. “I know what you did yesterday…it was quite the show,,” He knows. He knows that you laid there and touched yourself to the sight of him. You couldn’t even look him in the eye.

“What do you want me to do to you city girl..”. Mingi slowly unbuttons the fitted flannel you have on. “Touch me,, I want you to touch me.” The way you seem desperate for him makes him lose patience and rip the shirt apart, causing some buttons to pop out. He removes your bra with one hand alone and as soon as your tits are free he brings one in his mouth. Sucking and nipping at them while pawing you everywhere else.

He finally backs away and sees your tits glistening and nipples hardened. He groans at the sight and practical rips your skirt and panties away. He parts your legs and sees your aching cunt wet with arousal waiting for him. He cups his hand and places it over your heat and licks the shell of your ear, before he says “Look at all this sweetness you’ve left for me darling.” Your body is crumbling, you just want him to touch you already. “Min put your fingers inside.” Mingi tilts his head and gives a sly smile.

“Tsk tsk tsk..you city girls always forget your manners..” You can’t with the games and formalities. You begin to whine “Mingi stop playing around.. fuck me.” Mingi slaps the inside of your thigh causing you to moan in both pain and arousal. “Let’s try that again but with some country charm.” He shoved two of his long fingers in your cunt making your hips lift a bit and a moan leave your lips. His fingers are filling you good, but he won’t move or curl them causing you to be limited in your pleasure.

“I’m not moving a damn thing until you ask me nicely.” Your eyes are watering, how are you being edged but you haven’t even reached the brink of cumming yet. You toss your pride away, “ Min I need your fingers so bad please fuck me with them please.”

“Mmm I’d make you say more but let me spoil the city girl for saying please.” He begins pumping his fingers in you and curling them at the right gummy spot. Soon his fingers speed up and he slips another in, making you moan and drool on display for him. “Mm baby’s so full with my hands alone.” You whine yes yes yes’s and can’t turn away from watching his fingers wet with your slick slide in and out.

He feels your cunt twitch and clench, he can see that you’re already close, he pulls his fingers out. You’re snapped back into reality and already on the verge of begging for his fingers back. He slides down his jeans and frees his cock from his boxers. He pumps his dick a few times before laying you back. He takes your legs and bends them to where you cunt is fully exposed. He takes a small lick and then deep dives in tonguing your heat and playing quickly with your clit.

Your legs are beginning to shake. He’s lapping at your cunt and making quick turns to suck and bring his tongue around your clit. “You taste better than any peach you’ve picked.” You couldn’t even properly register the compliment from how fucked out you were. He takes a few more minutes eating your pussy like a starved man before he comes back up to kiss you.

After his lips finally split from yours in a deep muted voice he asks, “You’ve got a rubber ?” You shake your head no but you refuse to let this fantasy go unfinished. “I’m clean, I’m on the pill…just breed me I don’t care I just want your cock.” Mingi just can’t resist you in the state you’re in, he kisses your forehead before he lines his cock to your entrance and rams it in.

One of your legs are wrapped around his waist while the other is hiked up against his shoulder. Your cunt feels so full, but there’s barely any pain despite being split open. The pleasure rolls up from your cunt up into your lower abdomen. Mingi can’t deny how he feels either, the pressure of your walls clamping on his dick has him in a whirlwind of ecstasy.

He can barely control himself, his cock is just drilling you and you can’t do anything but take it and soak it all in. “Min it’s so good, don’t stop.” Mingi cracks a quick smirk before rolling his hips to make the thrust more deeper and intense. “Oh yea ?…is it what you pictured…is it better than fucking yourself with your fingers ?.”

Soon he only holds on to your calves and raises them but slows down his thrust, despite slowing down, his thrust seem harsh and as if his dick just reached a new space in you. “Show me…show me how you touched yourself when watching me.” You weakly bring your hand to your clit and begin pressing quick circles on it until your hips start to stutter and lift. “Finish on me city girl, get me all wet.” He hits you with one last deep thrust.

You cum all over his cock and as soon as you do he spurts his hot seed throughout your walls. You’re both panting messes and mingi sits you up. He passes his water flask to you and watches as you drink in a hurry from exhaustion caused thirst. When you pass it back he takes a swig from it himself.

He holds you and gets a rag wiping off your sweat, kissing you on top of your head and massaging your shoulder blades.

“Let’s go eat that peach cobbler you were talking about.”

so lovely.

jongho x gn reader

warnings: none<3 just tooth rotting fluff

a/n: i cannot stop writing sweet n soft fluff about this man and i will not stop

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he was exhausted after the show. you hadn’t expected jongho to be as tired as he was, but as soon as he got back to your hotel room after performing, he promptly collapsed on your hotel bed.  you jumped a little bit as you felt his hands wander up your body, fingers slightly gripping your hips as jongho used you as leverage to drag himself further up the bed, finally settling with his firm, spent body lying on top of yours. 

“welcome back, baby” 

you murmured softly, stroking jonghos product-filled hair out of his eyes. he only hums in response, clearly ready to fall asleep for as long as you’d let him stay on top of you.  you decided to indulge him, letting his breath even out as the adrenaline from the concert wears off. you and him stay like that for a while, breaths syncing in the comfortable softness of your dim room. eventually you realize he hasn’t even changed out of his stage outfit. and…..wait. he hasn’t even bothered to wash his makeup off, either. the jongho you know usually takes the time to take care of himself before stumbling off to bed.  apparently today took too much of a toll on him to even manage that. 

feeling slightly guilty, you attempt to rouse jongho from his sleep. he only grunts at your pathetic attempts to shove him off of you, wrapping his arms more firmly around your warm body as he snuggles back into you. 

“jongho. jjong. baby. you gotta get up!”

you poke his shoulder, whisper shouting as to not completely break the comfortable atmosphere of your shared room. 

jongho finally raises his head, eyes slightly red with sleep as he looks into your own. 

“what…. what is it, baby? what could possibly be more important than sleep right now??” jongho whines at you, the pout growing on his face as you push the both of you off the bed. your feet hit the carpet immediately, but jongho stumbles and almost falls flat on the ground. he silently asks for a hand, apparently needing some help standing up, his body still unsteady from his nap. jongho turns to you with a small frown, eyes questioning your intentions as you wrap him up in a small hug.

“jongho, your makeup is still on, and you know how bad it is for your skin to sleep in makeup.” you frown up at him as he rubs his hand along his warm, swollen cheeks, realizing that you are exactly right. his makeup IS still on, along with his stage outfit, his shoes, his jewelry……

boy, was he a mess today.

jongho nods silently at you as you take his hand, leading him to the bathroom. he stumbles a bit on the lush flooring, and you tighten your grip on his hand in an attempt to steady his sleepy stumbling. you both get to the bathroom, and jongho with winces at the sudden flood of bright lights. you let go of jonghos hand, albeit reluctantly, and he stands to the side as you rummage around in the drawers and cabinets, grabbing makeup wipes, washcloths, facial cleanser, even a razor….. basically all the things jongho needed right now but couldn’t find the energy to do himself. as you gather your supplies, jongho strips out of his heavy stage outfit and changes into a comfortable pair of heavy cotton shorts and a loose tshirt. you blush slightly as you catch a glimpse of his bare chest in the mirror before he slips the tshirt on. you don’t see jongho watch your face grow pink, but what you do see is him totter back over to you with a small blush of his own resting on his soft cheeks.

you straighten back up as you find all the things you had been looking for, turning around to find your sweet boy looking at you with the purest expression of love in his lovely brown irises. blame it on the lack of sleep, but jongho could not believe his luck at the moment. here you were, ready to help him out in any and every way you could, just to make sure he went to bed okay. god, was he lucky. 

but the love in his eyes was quickly replaced with confusion as you start motioning towards the hotels shiny bathroom countertop. jongho only looks at you in confusion, before you finally speak up. 

“on the counter, jjong. sit up on the counter so i can get that makeup off.”

jonghos mouth forms an O as he realizes what you mean. he nods slightly as he saunters over to where you are standing, hopping up onto the countertop and facing you as you ready your supplies. finally, when you have all of your things ready, you situate yourself between jonghos legs. and with his knees tight around your waist and his gaze set firmly on your determined face, you set to work on his makeup. 

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wipe after wipe you work away at his foundation, his eye makeup, and his eyebrow makeup. with every stroke of your hand you feel his eyes set on you, making you nervous with the intensity. you get a slight break when you order him to shut them while you wipe at his eyelids, but he quickly wraps his hands around your wrist to make up for the loss of eye contact. his hand on you is almost worse than the eye contact. 

as you continue on away from his eyes, he keeps his own eyes closed, basking in the feeling of your warmth, large hand never leaving your wrist, his callused thumb stroking up and down your skin, sending shivers down your spine. 

you finally get down to your last makeup wipe, making sure that the edges of jonghos face are clean and free of the heavy makeup. as you finish up with your wipes, you start to move away from jongho to reach the facial cleanser on the other end of the countertop. as you start to pull yourself out of jonghos increasingly tight embrace, jonghos eyes fly open as he wraps his legs tighter around your waist with an intensity that makes you gasp. 

“jongho? what’s the deal, love?”

you say, your incredulity at his sudden action clear in your slightly frustrated tone of voice. jongho just grins at you, noting that despite your annoyance with him, you still managed to call him your love.

“jus’ want you close, mkay?” he mumbles, wrapping his arms around you, resting his head on top of yours. you sigh into his embrace, irritation melting off of you at his touch. and oh, is he warm. so warm and so comfortable and so…. lovely. jongho is so so lovely. he’s sweet, he’s kind, he’s talented, 

he’s yours. 

you breathe deeply as jongho runs his hand up and down your back, mumbling sweet things as you bury your face deeper into his embrace.

and then he’s saying the loveliest things.

about how much he loves you, how happy he is to have met you, how he found true love and how he never wants to leave you. you do your best to mumble back your thanks, but it comes to a point where jongho isn’t even giving compliments anymore, but instead just breathing out “i love you”s into your hair, voice slightly muffled but nevertheless full of affection. your heart is swelling as jonghos heart beats steady against your cheek. you could stay here forever. and you’re sure jongho would have no complaints. 

with a deep sigh, you pull away, and now it was jonghos turn to grumble at you. you start to leave his embrace in an attempt to grab the facial cleanser, but jongho stops you and with little difficulty reaches over and grabs it himself. you raise an eyebrow at his antics but he only sends you the sweetest smile as he hands you the cleanser. how could you stay mad at him for being so sweet and kind? there was just no way. even when he was being annoying he was loving you. you couldn’t be more grateful. 

you re-situate yourself between jonghos legs and put a bit of the cleanser on the tips of your fingers, ordering jongho to close his eyes again. he obliges, grabbing onto your waist and leaning his face down so you can reach better. you rub the cleanser onto his skin, gently and carefully, almost massaging his face as you make sure to cover all the necessary places. your fingers move in slow circles, smoothing the cleanser over his round cheeks with a soft pressure. as you continue your ministrations, you notice jonghos head dropping slightly. you decide to ignore it, but he soon makes that impossible as his face suddenly drops onto your shoulder in pure exhaustion. you chuckle slightly as he snuggles his slightly damp face into your neck. you reach your hand up into his soft locks, running your nails over his scalp as jongho sighs in contentment. you both stay like that for a while, but the wet feeling in your neck soon becomes too unpleasant. 

“jjong? we have to finish your cleanser, i know you’re tired but we’re almost done, i promise.” 

jongho grumbles out an “alright fine” and reluctantly lifts his face from your warm hold. he closes his eyes without instruction as you finish up with his facial cleanser, washing it away with a warm cloth as you finally move away from him. 

jongho doesn’t complain this time, eyes fluttering open to watch your next move. you wash your hands of the facial cleanser and get ready to leave the bathroom. jongho looks confused, but you soon explain. 

“shower, jongho. you need to shower. my makeup wipes and facial cleanser can only do so much.” you say with a small grin, giggling as jongho looks on in horror, sneaking a sniff of his armpits and grimacing slightly. 

“okay, okay, but only if i get to be big spoon afterwards” jongho asks, a slight quirk of his eyebrows being the only convincing you need. not that it took much anyway. he was the love of your life. plus, small spoon was cozy and jongho was big and warm. what was there to not like? 

you eagerly nod at his request and he hops off the countertop, making his way towards you. he wraps you up one more time, but this time he lands a kiss in your lips. jonghos kiss is soft, intentional, and achingly sweet. the tip of his finger is tilting your chin upwards, and his nose is pressed against yours as he enjoys the soft pressure of your mouth on his. he pulls away, but not before giving you a few more quick pecks, as if you needed more convincing of his love. as if. jongho kisses you one last time on the forehead and you both separate, jongho heading towards the shower and you heading out of the bathroom to give him some privacy. as you shut the door behind you, you take a deep sigh, contemplating the deeply domestic moment you had just shared with the absolute love of your life. seriously, what had you done to deserve him? 

little did you know, jongho was on the other side of the door, leaning against the wall, thinking the same exact thing. 

your love was so strong, so pure. so sweet.

so lovely.

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mind over matter | s.mg

Pairing: best friend!mingi x reader Genre: [+18] smut w/o plot Warnings: jussss smut, enjoy a/n: first fic on this blog yay

the two things you can be sure in life is that 1. you will die and 2. you've never wanted to suck a dick so bad.

I mean, you always knew that your best friend was hot — you had eyes, for god's sake! — but holy shit.

it started when you ran out of cat food. you were an attentive cat owner, don't get me wrong, but at the same time, you had the worst week for your mental state. exams after exams, studying 'till the library basically had to kick you out and group projects with lazy people... so that's how it ended up with your cat screaming at the top of their lungs and waking you up from your power nap.

mingi happened to be around because, guess what, you also forgot about your plans to watch that new anime that he rambled all about for the past month, and truly, you wanted to be able to enjoy some quality time with him, but you fell asleep as quick as his cursor pressed play on the screen, the warmth that irradiated from both inside his hoodie that you were wearing to where your head laid on his shoulder was too cozy.

so when you got up to feed the cat, your heart dropped, and you saw the grocery list accumulating dust on top of the counter, the 'cat food' underlined three times. you looked outside the windows of your small apartment and saw that the simple drizzle from before now turned into a full on storm, and all you could do was lean onto the counter and bawl your eyes out.

mingi was startled but tried to comfort you somehow, not really sure of what he could do to help, and as you tried to tell him between hiccups and tears, he quickly grabbed his jacket and told you that he would be right back.

twenty minutes later, a full-on drenched mingi stood on the doorstep, chest heaving as he took off his shoes and the same jacket, now in a darker tone from the wetness. you stared back from your couch, as you were curled into the throw blankets, eyes widened.

you almost forgot about the cat food.

in your defense, it should be illegal the way his white tee clung to his abs so sinfully highlighting each of his muscles. and when he rose his arms to take off his cap and ran his fingers between wet strands of hair that framed his cheekbones, your eyes fixated on the way his sweats clung onto dear life to his v-line.

holy fuck. jesus christ. oh my god. whatever divinity that was out there.

"you okay?" he asked, as if he was expecting your answer and you shook your head, trying to escape the trance you found yourself in.

"what? why?"

"i asked if i could use your shower" he placed the single bag with the cat food on the counter as he tried not to wet your floor.

you can use me, for sure; you thought to yourself.

"yeah, yeah, go ahead" you nodded and he took his shirt off on the way to the bathroom.

you quickly jumped from the couch to feed the cat — since that was the prime reason for all the ruckus. as you put the blocks of minced meat on the food bowl, you caught yourself fantasizing about it again.

how good he should be looking, as droplets of rain still lingered on his skin as he took of the sweatpants slowly, leaving only the boxers that perfectly held his firm thighs and secured his—

meow, you looked down, to find that a block of meat fell beside the bowl and you took a deep breath. control yourself.

you blamed the ovulation. or maybe the fact that you haven't been sexually active in a while. or that movie that had hot scenes with your favorite actor... gosh you were a horny mess.

but your life has basically been all about your studies lately, and the stress was clouding your reasoning, making you feel like impulsive decisions were now worth a lot, and that's how you found yourself standing outside your bathroom door, idly looking at it with your hand raised, on the way to give it a knock.

the thing is, the moment you found the courage to do it, the door opened from the inside, and only mingi's torso popped out, in the middle of calling your name, but now confused that you were on the other side.

all that led to the both of you sitting on the edge of your bed, with him only wearing a towel around his hips, not staring at each other as the silence overcame the storm from outside.

"so... you want to suck my dick...?" he simply repeated your words from minutes ago.

it would be comical if it wasn't so tragic.

"yes."

"are you feeling okay?" he asked.

"yes."

"'then... how should we do it?"

you took another sharp breath, your lungs almost failing you as your mind tried to disassociate from your body. leaving the bed to kneel in front of him, you kept your eyes focused on his face, his lips parted as his eyes were half-lidded. from all the years you'd known him, you knew that he was probably overthinking it and trying to figure out what was happening. but neither you could tell.

your fingers slid to the towel and as you were going to take it off, his hand flew to yours, holding it softly. he pulled you towards him in a swift movement and placed his palm on your cheek, nose now brushing against yours. soon after, you felt the plumpness of his lips onto yours.

"wait" he leaned back cautiously, as though any minor movement would startle you like a scared kitten. his eyes overthinking each and every detail. "I want to kiss you first."

and as if you were waiting for that to snap, you grabbed his neck and pulled his face lower so you could slide your tongue into his mouth. his big hands fell to your hips and grabbed firmly, decided not to let you run away.

you kinda wondered before how good of a kisser mingi was, your friends joked around saying that it must be good since he has fat lips, but you usually kept those thoughts at bay, not really wanting to dive into your hidden desires. it wasn't like you, to explore and try new things. you became friends a long time ago, and when he earned that title, you felt like it would be too messy to see him as anything else.

but you weren't dumb, of course you'd noticed how a blush crept to his cheeks whenever you grabbed one of his hoodies, or how he would stutter when others teased him about you. he wasn't good at hiding things, and you weren't good at ignoring them.

one of his hands snuck to your neck and the pulled you closer, his breathing growing heavier to the point that you could hear a faint groan from his throat.

shit, you moaned.

he let go of your face and you leaned back, a little ashamed of the noise that escaped you, but mingi didn't seem to mind, in fact, his cheeks could be mistaken to a tomato. he shifted in his place and you noticed the tent in his pants. oh.

placing a final kiss on his cheek, you maintained eye contact as you lowered yourself to your knees, hands falling to his covered member, feeling the warmth through the towel and earning a sharp gasp from him. licking your lips, you only broke the intense stare to undo the lousy knot, uncovering his lower body.

oh. OH.

how did he hide that monstrous thing all along?

"uh... pants, I guess..." he said almost in a whisper, and then you realized that you were thinking out loud.

"shit, I mean, it's not a bad thing" you placed your hand at the base of his cock, wrapping your palm around it and the boy hissed. "I just... didn't expect that."

"so you thought about it before?" touché. you deflected by giving him a slow tug.

before he could say anything else, you lowered your head and wrapped your lips around him.

"fffuck-" he let out, throwing his head back.

you started bobbing your head at a slower pace, quickening each time he groaned, and listened to his raspy moans as if they were songs hidden in heaven. his hand ran through your hair, pulling at the strands just light enough to make you whine, the vibrations helping into the pleasure.

"please—" he pled, eyes fixated on you and wet hair sticking to his face. he couldn't look any better, you noted.

mingi stared right into your soul with deep, dark eyes. his nose was flaring up and trying to keep up with the sharp breaths that left his parted mouth. it was as if he belonged in that position, and you wished that you had midas touch to keep him like that forever.

"so pretty" you said more to yourself than to him, and one of your fingers snuck into his mouth, and he wrapped those plump lips around it to suck.

feeling his tongue under your skin made shivers run down your spine, and even though you tried to take in more, he pulled you towards him once more, now landing you onto his lap. mind you, his naked lap. your pajama shorts did nothing to the mixture of pre-cum and saliva that rubbed under fabric. you hoped he couldn't feel the wetness that was forming between your legs.

kissing you again, you wondered how your teeth were not clashing at all from the desperation that exuded from both parts. you wanted him as much as he ever had wanted you, and it didn't seem like a real experience. the euphoria that overtook you made you feel almost dizzy from all the exchange in pheromones and fluids, holy fuck, you wanted to stay like that forever.

while he kissed you, mingi's hand went to the bottom of your shorts, holding you so you wouldn't fall as he took them off, leaving you in his hoodie and panties. you didn't remember what kind of underwear you wore, but you hoped to whatever god that was out there that it was something without a hole or anything.

without taking the panties off, he slid them to the side and ran both his middle and ring fingers along your folds, the new feeling making you jump a little, and he giggled. the motherfucker giggled.

"jeez... can't wait to be inside you" he said against your lips, hissing as you gave him an experimental roll of your hips.

holding your panties to the side, he grabbed his cock and aligned himself to your folds, placing the tip inside and a loud whimper fell from your mouth. you knew that it would take more effort to get him inside, he was the biggest you've ever been with, and mingi also seemed to notice that, so he touched you as if you were made of glass.

the warmth of his hot member now sheathing inside your pussy felt like too much, and the room felt foggy, just as your breaths. he kissed the side of your neck, licking up to your ear and groaning ever so slightly, as if he had noticed how much you reacted to those sounds, using them now against you.

the moment you reached the bottom, you felt as if your internal organs would combust. his dick felt like too much and too good, you drank from the sensations and the tingles that your body left each time he moved an inch, clenching around him. you reached your hands to the hem of the hoodie you were wearing, but his hand left your lower back to stop yours.

"leave it on" he looked up at your face with puppy eyes. "I want to fuck you in my clothes."

OH. FUCK.

you moaned into his mouth and slowly started to move your hips. you could've cum just from his words, but you tried your best to concentrate in making him feel good.

"you feel so good around me" he whined, a short moan leaving his lips to meet yours again.

you didn't know how you looked at that moment, probably a mess. from taking in all the sensations, his huge cock and the way he looked like a whiny mess under you... you felt powerful, and he was letting you use him to your wishes.

"please, please" he whined even more, probably taking notes that you got off from that.

"what is it, big boy?" as soon as the words fell from your mouth, you questioned yourself. is this really me?

"let me fuck you right" his hips shot up, taking you by surprise with a gasp and he bit your collarbone. "I wanna be good for you- wanna make you feel good."

"use me however you want" you said in a desperate tone. not even minding how it looked to him, you truly wanted everything from him.

with one arm sneaking around your back and the other on your neck, he moved you further into the bed, now on top of you. he didn't say anything else, only left a small kiss on the corner of your mouth and gave you a slow thrust.

the most high pitched moan fell from your lips, and you didn't care to be embarrassed. not when he was pleading for you, having your body wrapped so deliciously around him, the same as his.

you could write paragraphs and paragraphs about the way he looked; the occasional lightnings shining against his wet skin, highlighting each of his curves and muscles while his hair fell above his forehead, now a mess from the way you rushed your fingers between strands.

mingi kept rolling his hips against yours, and words kept falling randomly from your mouth, meddling with moans and sobs, you felt so cockdrunk that even the slightest stimulation coming from him could make you shed tears. felt so fucking good that got you questioning every life choice you've ever made to this point, as if everything was a part of god's plan for you to end up right under your best friend, as his touches made love to your limbs.

"hm-ugh- feels so fucking- oh my god" you kept going on and on, not even sure yourself what you were saying, but mingi wasn't falling behind.

the knot had already taken place on your lower body, each of his thrusts feeling more intense than the other. you could tell he was getting closer from the way his teeth were nipping on your neck and his thrust were growing sloppier.

"please-ah!-please, let me cum inside you" he left your neck to look at you, and you felt the knot tightening and your legs starting to tremble. "let me fill you nice and full- please"

"yes, I want all of you" you almost screamed when he took that as confirmation to grab your back and glue his chest to yours, sharpening his thrusts.

it finally snapped and you felt like you couldn't breathe anymore. he held you so close as if he could melt into your skin and become one, and with a final thrust, he whined and groaned and screamed and did everything so involuntarily, almost animalistic, and your mind was too dazed to even comprehend anything else besides the way that your pussy gripped him so tight, keeping his hot seed inside you. you didn't want to let it go.

you were still spasming from your orgasm when he let go of your body and snapped your legs apart, taking place in between them, nuzzling his nose onto your pubic bone and feasting. his tongue lapped each of yours and his juices without mind, sucking, kissing, moaning, grunting, only to prolong the way your climax came down; you screamed so hard that your lungs burned.

falling limp on the bed covers, he let go, going back on top of you with the support of his arms and knees, face leveled to yours when he placed an innocent kiss on the tip of your nose and another one to your forehead.

"did it help you de-stress?" he joked and you placed one of your arms onto your eyes.

scoffing, you shook your head. "holy shit, I'm in love with you."

he gave you a slight push and rolled to his side, still staring at you with a darker flush across his chest and neck.

"well, I'm yours" he said and you licked your lips, sneaking a glance from under your arm.

"yeah, you better be."

Good Boy ✧.

roommate!yunho drives me crazy bro...

pairing: roommate!yunho x gn!reader

wordcount: 1,7k

content: helping your roommate with a hard problem...

warnings: nsfw, pet names (tiny, baby, good boy), handjob, cum eating, dirty talk (?), lots of praise, sub!yunho dom!reader (lmk if I missed anything)

comments and reblogs appreciated <3

When you usually walk through the door after a long day of classes, you'd hear your roommate, yunho, crashing around in the kitchen cooking up something for you both to eat once you got home. Sometimes he would be in his room playing valorant, shouting down the mic to his friend group telling mingi to step up his game -

Tonight? There's no noise. Atleast that's what it seemed like, until you hear a sniffle coming from the corridor as you place your shoes by the door. "is....is he crying?" you whisper to yourself as if the house was going to answer back. As you drop your bag on the counter and take small steps towards your roommates room, all you hear is shuffling, followed by the squeaks of a bedframe.

"No....is someone here with him?", your heart sank at the thought. Not that you had shared this with anyone but your close friend, woo, but some time after yunho moved in, you started having....dreams... about him. At first they were innocent, like playing games and having movie nights, but after the first few you noticed they became more...sexual. The first night you jumped in horror, filled head to toe with guilt and a hotter feeling you couldn't put into words, but grateful that your yelp didn't wake up the boy on the other side of the wall. When he stroked your arm that morning, a normal gesture between the two of you (at least usually), you jumped out of your skin and flinched away from him.

"You okay, tiny?" concern in his voice hitting your ears mixing with the guilt in your head.

"Sorry, yeah im good, just no sleep", you pulled your best fake smile despite all the questions running through your head; why the skin on your arm where yunhos hand formerly was feel like it was burning up? Why was your heart racing so fast? Why did the droplets on yunho's face and neck from the reminence of his shower make your throat feel like the Sahara desert?

"Were you up playing ac with seonghwa again? I told him to not keep you up late anymore, I'm gonna message him aga-"

"It's okay, yunho, seonghwa was probably fast asleep, it was just too....cold", You cut his worrying off with the lamest excuse you could think of. After that encounter, every touch yunho initiated, every time he jumped into your bed when he was bored, or wrapped his arms around you when he put his hoodie on you, made your whole body heat like you had swallowed the sun. You wondered if he did it on purpose, if he knew the control he had over your heart rate....

..."I guess not." You held back an aching tear at the prospect of yunho having someone on his bed that wasn't you. You silently begged the stars that it wasn't the case as you creeped closer to his room. one step. Two steps. You noticed the door was cracked open. three steps.

"y/n please.."

What? did he just say y/n? you stop just short of his door to process what you just heard. Were you hallucinating? was the stress of school and your crush finally getting to your head to the point you think you heard yunho say-

"fuck, y/n please." he says again, this time a litre of desperation in his gravelly voice apparent. He was practically panting out your name in what sounded like frustration, his breaths shaky and uneven.

You took another step forward, finally standing in his doorframe to add a visual to what you've been hearing. Holy fuck.

Yunho splayed out on his bed gripping the sheets with one hand and furiously rocking his hips into the other. His hoodie, once held between his teeth, now pathetically shifting over his sensitive skin making him harder, if it was even possible.

His tip looked red and angry to say the least, his skin was glistening from sweat and he could barely keep his eyes open. How long had he been at this for?

You realise you've been standing here, perving over your unknowing roommate, but as you attempt to step away from the scene of the crime to try and forget what you've witnessed (even though you know this will fuel your dreams for the next month) you felt your keys slip out of your previously suffocating grip.

With a loud clash, no thanks to your 80 keychains, you let out a panicked squeak and yunho jumped to cover himself on the bed at the noise, till he realises what just happened.

"Y/n it's not- I'm-" he tries to get the words out but after his body had been working in overdrive, nothing made sense.

"Sorry yunho, I didn't see anything!" you yelped out as you tried to turn around and run to your own room, but a firm grip on your arm turns you back to yunho.

He was disheveled and had barely managed to put himself back into his sweatpants, the friction excruciating on his aching tip. God, he looked angelic, his hood still over his head covering his sweat drenched hair, and overshadowing the deep red on his cheeks and ears. His eyes darting to look everywhere but yours, eventually settling on your lips.

"y/n...I need... please help me." he whispered while rubbing circles into your arm, scared for your answer.

"sit." Your shaky voice betraying your attempt at being assertive. Nonetheless, yunho walks backward till he falls back, you following in tow.

He's already whimpering at you sitting down and straddling one of his legs as you start to pull his grey sweats down just enough once again.

"god.." You think. He looked big before when he was stroking himself, and you always suspected he was packing by the indent in his towel after showers, but seeing it up close was a game changer.

"think about my size later y/n, please it hurts.." He whimpers out, making you realise you had said it out loud. Putting your embarrasment aside, you brush your thumb down the underside of his dick till you reach the base, where you wrap your whole hand (barely, his girth was just as impressive) and squeeze a little, testing the waters. He cried out in pleasure from your touch, begging for more, and rutting his hips up best he can - in the process giving you some friction making your mind a little fuzzy.

You worked your hand up and down his angry cock turning him into a blubbering mess. Yunho was so overwhelmed by the sensations his brain had short-circuited and all he could blubber out between was "baby please", "y/n fuck, ah", "tiny nnghh".

"am I making you feel good, yuyu?" you asked with a sultry voice and hooded eyes. You could die a happy person right now if this is the last thing you see. God, yunho was in such state, sticky glistening skin looking edible.

"Yuyu. Answer me baby, or I'll stop." You teased, not even sure you'd be able to stop if you tried.

"baby yes yes please god fuck tiny im so close." He huffed out while vigorously nodding his head. What a sweet boy - too bad you couldn't help teasing him a little more. You slowed down the pace making him whine and cry out a symphony of pleads. Music to your ears, you don't know how you lived your whole life without this.

"please tiny, I'll be good please, let me cum" he cried, his voice breaking.

"you sound so pretty like this yuyu... you're such a good boy." His dick leaked precum and twitched in your palm at the pet names, something you'd keep in mind for a later date. You sped your pace back up again and started nibbling on his burning earlobe, making him cry out whatever was coming to his fucked out brain.

"I'm your good boy ah, tiny, please-" and another string of curses and whimpers. You could tell by his tightening grip on you that he was close. He could feel the knot in his stomach getting tighter, ready to snap.

"be a good boy and cum for me, yuyu."

Thats all it took for his whole body to tense up, cum spurting out of his cock in ropes, reaching your face and soaking your hand. He slumped against your shoulder from exhaustion and euphoria as you pumped your hand around him once more, letting him ride out his high.

"y/n," Yunho shot his head up with a sorry expression now that the brain fog had cleared. "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to drag you into thi-" before he could finish, you distracted his train of thought by wiping the cum off of your cheek, and experimentally licking the tip of your finger. A little salty but surprisingly sweet? Before giving him a peck on the cheek to see where his head was at.

He watched in awe as you put his cum on the tip of your tongue, nearly eliciting a second orgasm from him just at the sight. When you pulled away from his cheek a dark blush covered his ears and face, and his round eyes filled with shock that you didn't hate him after that, guilt fading with every millisecond.

His eyes locked with your plump lips before pulling you in to join his. Your mouths molded together as though they were made for eachother, and you swiped your tongue along his bottom lip asking for access. Of course he slipped his tongue into your mouth and kissed you like a starved man, biting your lip and caressing your jaw. After minutes of claiming his mouth you finally broke away for air.

with a glint in your eye looking into his, "So, how you going to repay me yuyu?"

my first fic 😭😭😭 this was suppose to just be drabble but man ....... I love yunho

this isn't proofread or anything so sorry for any mistakes❤️‍🩹

ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕝𝕪

♡ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: yunho & mingi x afab reader (established friendship)

♡ 𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: suggestive/light smut (mdni!!!)

♡ 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 2k

♡ 𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: sharing an apartment with your two male best friends has posed for some challenges, but the hardest one of them being the unresolved sexual tension. will it be finally resolved...?

♡ 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙/𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: non idol!au, black hair yunho, oreo hair mingi, roommates yungi & reader (oh my god they were roommates), spin the bottle/7 minutes in heaven, foul language, use of pet names, mentions of tobacco and alcohol, cursing, sexual themes, making out, bit of voyeurism.

♡ 𝖆/𝖓: taking a small break from the demon au to write this! hope you guys like it, i'm trying to venture into heavier themes ;) let me know if you want a part 2 heh

update: you can now read part 2 here!

You can hear 'OHMAMI' by Chase Atlantic blasting through the speakers in the living room, even though you're in your bedroom, finishing getting ready. The party has started a while ago already, but you accidentally took too long in the shower, making you late to your own party. Your roommates, Yunho and Mingi, had proposed the idea of throwing a small party this weekend in your apartment, where they would invite some friends and you could do the same as well. It didn't take too long to convince you, since you were dying for an excuse to doll up and let loose.

"Mamacita, I can see the devil in your eyes, muy bonita, tú quieres estar by my side." You sing along, examining how the red short skin-tight dress fits you in the mirror. You smile at yourself, feeling extremely confident tonight.

You spray some drops of your best perfume and take one last glance at yourself before opening the door to leave, immediately cursing Yunho and Mingi in your head.

"Small party my ass." You groan, looking around you. The entire apartment is illuminated by purple and blue lights, and filled to the brim. The air reeks of alcohol, tobacco, and cheap perfume. There's even a couple making out in the middle of the hallway.

"How did this fill up so fast?...ugh, good thing this apartment is soundproof anyways." You think as you try to venture through the sea of people, looking for your best friends.

"There she is." You hear a faint, familiar voice to your right. You turn around to see both the black haired boy and the oreo haired one, instantly smiling at the sight. They're both dressed in all black head to toe, looking exquisite. Each holding a red cup on their hands.

"Look who decided to finally come out." Mingi jokes, flashing you a smile.

"Good things are worth the wait." You say, giving him a playful wink.

"Good things indeed..." He replies, looking you up and down with a smirk. "I'll go get you a drink." He continues immediately, before you're able to bark back at him. He disappears into the void, and Yunho smiles at you.

"I love the perfume you're wearing, it smells so good." He says shyly.

"Aww thank you, you can smell it?" You grip his forearm softly, looking up at him with a smile.

"Barely, it stinks of tobacco in here, but I can get a slight hint of sweetness." He giggles, and you decide to walk closer to him, moving all your hair to one side of your neck, inviting him to smell the perfume better. He bends over a little bit to reach you better, and as soon as the aromatic scent comes in contact with his nose, he gulps, closing his eyes for a second and gritting his teeth.

"Fuck, how heavenly." He thinks, trying his best not to lose all his sanity. Your moans come to his head suddenly, blood rushing south against his will, remembering those times when he listened to you when you brought someone over to.....well, have fun. He didn't mean to eavesdrop, for real, but he couldn't help it. He's been crushing on you since the day Mingi introduced you two. You knew Mingi from high school, and once you became closer, he introduced you to his best friend Yunho. The three of you have been attached at the hip ever since then, and not so long ago you decided to share an apartment together in order to cushion expenses; you're just broke college students after all.

"Wow! yeah it smells amazing!" He exclaims, quickly pulling away from your neck before the temptation to fuck you right then and there gets any worse. To his luck, Mingi appears back in the scene, holding another red cup.

"Here you go pretty." He says, handing you your drink.

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The three of you are seated on the living room couch, sipping your drinks, and lazily singing along to the lyrics of the song being played. A while ago, Mingi and Yunho introduced you to some of their friends from different classes, and you did the same with your friends. Now, they're all spread out on the floor, talking in groups, or somewhere in the apartment dancing.

"Hmm, I'm kinda bored, do you guys wanna play a game?" Mingi asks, immediately standing up from his seat before even receiving a single answer.

"If there's no other choice." Yunho laughs, and you nod.

"Perfect! Go gather our friends, I'll go get something." He exclaims happily like a little kid. Yunho and you do as he says, and both separate to go find your friends.

Not too long after, all of you are seated in a big circle in the middle of your living room. An empty liquor bottle that Mingi placed, in the center.

"Who wants to go first?" He asks, and one of his friends promptly raises his hand in excitement. His name's Wooyoung if you remember correctly. Mingi nods, and invites him to spin the bottle. Whoever it lands on, will spend 7 minutes in a closet with him. You all look expectantly as the bottle starts spinning erratically, you even catch a glimpse of your friend Sasha, who looks more excited than the rest.

And right as you hoped, the bottle lands on her, who tries to hide her growing smile and impatient nature.

"Get it girl!" You call out to her playfully, as both Wooyoung and her walk towards the closet, Mingi getting the timer ready.

7 minutes of meaningless conversation later, Sasha and Wooyoung come out of the closet, following Mingi. You take a good look at them, laughing at their disheveled state.

"Me next!" Another of your friends exclaims next. Chloe starts spinning the bottle, and to your surprise, it lands on Mingi. Cheers get loud, but you stay quiet, faking a smile.

Now, it's not like you have a crush on Mingi or anything. If anything, just a tiny one. You can't help but find him extremely attractive, and seeing him walk around the apartment with only a towel around his hips after a shower, doesn't help your fantasies at all to be honest. You were hoping to get him to yourself tonight, in order to finally get over the sexual tension, but maybe your plans might change after all.

"You’re being very unsubtle with your looks right now." Yunho laughs in your ear. You groan, but stay silent. "You look like you want to devour him." He continues, and you push him away lightly, feeling embarrassed.

"Shut up, that is so not true." You state looking away from him, a light blush creeping into your cheeks.

"Whatever you say gorgeous." He laughs again, patting your back to annoy you further.

Once the 7 minutes have passed, Chloe and Mingi come out, surprisingly seeming normal. No signs them being post crazy make out session or anything. In fact, your friend seems almost disappointed.

After some more crazy rounds, where a few of your friends ended up paired up with some of Mingi's and Yunho's friends, it was finally your turn.

"Wait, there's only two people left, right?" A guy named Hongjoong points out right as you were about to take the bottle in your hand. You all look around each other, mentally calculating.

"That's right. Only Yunho and Y/N are left to go." Your friend Jade adds, and you all reach the same conclusion, the game went by so fast you hadn't even realized sooner that Yunho and you were last.

"So, no need to spin the bottle?" Yunho asks with a grin, already knowing the answer. You turn to look at him, catching a glimpse of victory in his eyes. It's almost as if he had planned this all along.

Cheers are heard again, as Yunho stands up, reaching for your hand, inviting you up as well. As you do, you notice Mingi, who's sitting right in front of you, already looking at you, with an unreadable expression. Is it....jealousy maybe? You ignore those thoughts, and get into the dimly lit closet with Yunho.

You rest your back on the door, and Yunho copies you, taking a place next to you. You notice him staring, so you turn to face him, looking into his eyes.

"Why do you always look at me like that?" You ask him out of nowhere.

"Like what?" He asks back, playing fool. He already knows damn well how he looks at you; with how much desire.

"Like you want me." You declare bravely, and Yunho chuckles at your words, looking down for a second before speaking.

"Oh, I do want you sweetheart. But I know you want him." A shiver runs down your spine at his sensual tone. You don't even have to ask who he's referring to, already knowing he's talking about Mingi.

"I want to fuck him, that's all." You confess, and Yunho chuckles again, shaking his head.

"And wouldn't you prefer to fuck me?" He asks shamelessly, the little amount of alcohol he has consumed making him more confident. You bite your lip shyly, trembling at the thought. If you're being honest, you've probably thought about fucking him just as much as Mingi. You can't recall how many times you've let your door slightly open while you were with somebody, knowing full well that Yunho was home as well. The mere thought of your sounds possibly making him hard, turned you on right away.

"I’m not even gonna lie, I’m just so fucking obsessed with you." He confesses, breaking the silence. You refuse to make eye contact with him, feeling embarrassed of how badly you want him to fuck you dumb. On the other hand, Yunho is still not sure how you feel about him.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t feel the same as I do, then I’ll leave you alone." He says with a slight worry in his voice. You finally look him in the eyes, and stay in silence. Instead, you grab him by the collar of his shirt, pushing him into you. Your lips meet instantly, flowing in a lustful rhythm. Things get heated quickly, as he slowly pushes you into the back wall, his hands travelling through your body, caressing all of your curves. Your hands are on his hair, ever so slightly pulling at it. The heavy breaths and low moans coming out of both of you are echoing on the small space, and as Yunho's hands move to grab the bottom of your dress, there's a loud pounding on the door.

"Time's up! Get the fuck out of here fuckers!" Mingi's voice can be heard before he opens up the door. He notices right away your fucked out faces and how you're wrapped in each other's arms, his eyes flashing in jealously for a second, gritting his teeth.

"Yunho get out for a second. I need to talk to her." He states in a monotone voice, almost sounding angry. His powerful gaze on you makes you tremble. Yunho doesn't say anything, probably annoyed, and he unwraps himself from you, walking out. Mingi enters the small space, cornering you with his arms on either side of you, devouring you with his eyes.

"You are driving me insane and I’m this close to losing my shit because of you." He growls, not breaking eye contact. You feel yourself becoming smaller and smaller beneath him.

"W-what do you mean?" You dare to ask, a bit nervous, but feeling the wetness between your legs grow bigger. Without a word, he launches himself at your neck, kissing and biting it skillfully. You let out a small moan at the contact, and he smirks against your skin.

"Meet me in my room in 5' and I'll show you what I truly mean." He says, pulling away from you before walking out. Oh, that's a chance you're not gonna miss out on.

"Holy shit..." You whisper, letting out a big breath. You tidy your hair before exiting as well, but right as you're about to reach Mingi's door, a hand grabs your arm from behind.

"Yunho..." You murmur, turning around to face him. Apparently he shouldn't have gone too far earlier.

"Y/n, please, let me call you mine, even if it's just for tonight." He pleads with soft, yet hungry eyes. And you gulp, your gaze travelling hesitantly from him to Mingi's door.

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𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙: @northerngalxy @danirael @bikiniholic

What Happens in a Blackout… - Hongjoong x Reader (NSFW)

This is an Ateez fic.

Summary: Stuck in an elevator with Hongjoong, the person you hate the most, you aren’t ready for when things take an unexpected turn.

Genre and warnings: basically no plot. enemies to lovers. fem pronouns for reader. hate sex. unprotected sex. biting, choking, slapping, name calling. dirty talk.

Word count: 4,220.

Tag list: @thewonderofkpop - @lilhwahwa - @btsreader12 - @obligatoryidolblog - @iusrene - @billboard-singer - @yunhofingers - @foggyinternetchaos - @passionloveindividualityempathy - @multistan-net

this fic is not meant to represent hongjoong in any way, shape or form.

Balancing the box on your knee, you fumble for the keys, slipping them into the lock and successfully closing the door. You are ready to get home. Helping your friend move is a duty thrust upon any in a close circle but that didn’t mean it was ever fun.

 You had offered to lock up so your friend didn’t have to drive back and finish up some loose ends. The apartment was painful for them due to their break-up, and you didn’t mind lingering to make sure the place was cleaned out. It took longer than you anticipated, however, and now it is past ten.

You walk down the hallway, holding the final box of items that your friend told you to toss in the dumpster; it appears to be mementos of the dead relationship. As you turn the corner, lost in your own thoughts, you see someone waiting for the elevator. Your heart drops, an eye roll instinctively occurring at the sight of the person you dislike the most – Hongjoong.

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