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Hello everyone! Check out the The8 Fanfic of our mahiwagang member, Rie ꕤ.
warning: this fic contains explicit content not suitable for minors. read at your own discretion.
High Infidelity
Summary: There are many different ways that you could kill the one you love, the slowest way is never loving them enough. So what happens when you find someone who was all too willing to give you thee attention you craved, you said you'd only dip your toes into the idea, and yet, you find yourself already drowning. The novel you've been writing has been in progress for the better half of two years now, your writer's block beating you up, and your husband hasn't shown you any sympathy. Maybe a visit to the art exhibit from this new artist would jog your creativity, but what happens when this new artist offers you more than just relief from your writer's block?
Characters/Pairing(s): Xu Minghao (The8) x F!Reader
Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff
AUs/Trope info: Non-idol!AU, Aged-Up!AU, Right Person (not) Too Late
Word Count: 10.6k
Warnings: Infidelity, very inappropriate conversations with a married woman, afab!reader, wears dresses, lmk if i miss something!! (Smut warnings under the cut)
Rating: 18+
A/N: banner and dividers by @daemour!! tysm!! This is also a rewrite/reupload of my own fic, "High Infidelity" on @pyeonghongrie, yes I reskinned my own fic.
A/N 2: Thanks to @nebulousbrainsoup, @kwanisms, @the-boy-meets-evil, @wooahaeproductions, and @gongiz for beta-reading!
Smut Warnings: tipsy sex (not drunk), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, nipple stimulation, masturbation, lmk if i missed anything!
The rain soaked into your skin—cold and icy—piercing you painfully. All your personal belongings were strewn all around you, and your soon-to-be ex-husband was angrily slamming the door shut, but you couldn't help but feel relieved.
After all, you were finally free.
"I'm right here, honey, I love you." He whispers into your skin, slowly unbuttoning your shirt, one button at a time. He kisses your skin every time new skin is revealed to both of you, he kisses your skin so delicately as if you'd break at the slightest touch-
"Y/N, you still haven't dealt with the dishes yet." Your husband, Haru, said monotonously just as you were starting to gain momentum in your writing.
You groan, the interruption making you lose focus and motivation to write. You stare at the last word on your document, gaze burning into each pixel as if hoping that this piece would write itself.
Unfortunately, life said, "Fuck you."
With another groan, you rub and pinch the bridge of your nose, a headache starting to settle in as your husband returns to work as if he didn't just cause you a serious inconvenience.
Standing from your comfortable computer chair, you take calm and even strides toward your kitchen, where only a handful of dishes are left in the sink.
And this little shit didn't even bother washing like, what? 8 dishes? He has to be kidding me, men.
You thought to yourself, your inner monologue only making you more irritated. But you wash them in silence, thinking of ways to calm down and clear your head so you have a clean slate to work with to get inspired again.
I think I should visit the gallery again, there's this new artist that I've been following. He's getting pretty popular, maybe I could draw inspiration from his work?
You think maybe this is the best idea you've had since you put bacon bits on mac & cheese.
Taking the time to visit this gorgeous gallery was the correct move.
Xu Minghao is a passionate man, you can see his dedication to his craft in all the pieces in this gallery. He was a mixed media artist, sometimes his work was pops of color on a canvas, others were sculptures made of clay, made with the most delicate of hands, and others were more niche, like the stained glass piece in another part of the gallery.
One thing about Minghao's work is that his subjects are also subjects of passion.
Paintings of a man's devotion to worshiping his lover's skin, a stained glass recreation of The Birth of Venus by Botticelli, and his latest masterpiece, simply titled "Passion", a sculpture of a woman in the throes of pleasure, with her lover holding her close to him, no gap between their skin, eternally locked in a passionate embrace.
As a romance writer, this is exactly what you need.
You take in this sculpture, the light of the gallery display emphasizing the delicate attention to detail this piece had, you know the man who made this takes pride in this, his work, skills, and dedication finally being realized.
You stare in awe at this piece for a little over 20 minutes, the more you look at it, the more entranced you become of the mastery of this craft.
You feel a presence beside you, a man around 5'11", slightly muscular build, in a turtleneck with glasses sitting delicately on his nose. He has a peculiar hairstyle, a mullet to be exact, and the most gorgeous face you've ever laid your eyes on.
"I see you like this piece in particular," He started, hands in his trouser pockets while smiling fondly at the piece, "'Passion' was a difficult piece for me to finish, ironically enough, I got bored of it quite easily." He continues, turning to face you.
"I'm Minghao, by the way, Xu Minghao. If you haven't already figured it out." He takes a hand out of his pocket, extending it towards you.
"Oh, I'm Y/N, Park Y/N. It's a pleasure to meet you, Minghao. Your exhibit is astounding, I love your dedication to your work." You take his hand to shake it,
He chuckles at the compliment, "Oh please, save your praise, I know that name from anywhere. I love your latest work, that book was what inspired this entire collection, to begin with."
You gawk at him, oh my god, he reads smut. My smut.
"Oh my, what an honor! I'm glad you also enjoy my work." You receive the compliment gracefully, "Although, I do want to hear more about why you got bored of this piece in particular, such a wonder to the arts community, surely you aren't downplaying your work?"
He smiles, perfect teeth on display, you swear you’ve never looked at a man like this in your life. You were down bad for his smile.
"I'm not saying I think it's bad, I just got bored of the creative process." He explains, "Although I do want to continue adding to this collection, perhaps we can go and get drinks together? Exchange ideas?" he offers.
You ponder on this for a bit. Going out to drinks with a budding friend wouldn't hurt, right?
"Could I give you my number? Let's set aside a day to chat. I have to get home to my husband before it gets too late."
A smirk came into his face, something dark about a seemingly insignificant change in his expression, “Of course, I look forward to our time together.”
The mug in your hands warmed your palms, and your focus was fixated on the man in front of you. He talked about another piece of his, titled “Longing”; it was heavily inspired by his desire to find someone who shares the same passion as him, the longing to hold someone in a way that nobody else could, intimacy in its purest form.
“It sounds a bit pathetic, I’m known for my work in the art of passion and, to put it simply, sex; but I haven’t been able to find the company of a lover myself. Perhaps that’s just the consequence of being a hopeless romantic. Then again, you wouldn’t know the feeling of being lonely, I assume.” He said calmly, a small chuckle ending his tangent.
“Oh I wouldn’t say that,” You look into the mug in your hands, your reflection swirling in the tea. Your face looks back at you, eyes sunken in and sad, “To put it nicely… my husband robs me of solitude, but fails to offer me company.” You shouldn’t be talking about Haru like this. Your husband works many hours, tirelessly providing you with the house and connections for you to pursue a career in writing. But that wasn’t the reason why your anxiety was swirling in your stomach.
Looking back up at Minghao, the same dark expression sits on his face, a minuscule smirk, barely there even if you squint, “Well, we’re friends now, aren’t we? I could keep you company.”
That. That was a quality of his that you noticed fairly early on. You can never read his true intentions, suggestive prose with just enough deniability to gracefully reject him without the conversation becoming inappropriate.
But your anxiety wasn’t caused by that, no, it was caused by the fact that you didn’t want to reject him.
“I’d like that, Maybe we could head to a bar and get drinks there too? My husband won’t be back for a few months because of a business trip in a few weeks. I could use the company.” You say, looking at him through your lashes; he knows his effect on you, and the mental gymnastics that both of you play over the table was just appropriate enough that to anyone listening, it’s just two friends agreeing to get drinks sometime in the future.
But to both of you, well, only the two of you know what’ll happen once the sun goes down.
“Of course, my schedule is free for the rest of the month. Be sure to think of me if you need company.” He offers you a soft smile, directly contrasting how intensely he’s making eye contact with you. The way he’s looking into your eyes makes you feel vulnerable like he’s directly using them as windows into your head. You’re half-convinced he could read your mind, if he could, he’s a master at hiding it.
You haven’t learned much about him, but from what you do know, you can never take his words at surface level, much less his actions. The way he’s leaning over the table, elbows on the surface, and his shoulders relaxed. His closing the distance, even if just by a hair, and the way his posture suggested the epitome of familiarity, shook you to your core.
His presence is almost suffocating, his dominance over your mind silencing whatever protest his suggestions may have created. You nod dumbly, “Of course, be warned though, I think of you a lot.” This causes his smile to relax into a smirk, the kind that could pass off as a smile if you don’t think too hard about it.
“I’m glad to hear that. I think about you a lot too.” He says picking up his cup of tea, “So much that a collection was born from the thought of you.” He takes a sip from the cup in his hands, eyes meeting yours over the rim of the cup, the way he holds eye contact with you always makes goosebumps litter your skin, the cup hiding the growing smirk on his face, silently enjoying his effect on you.
“Ah, speaking of the collection,” He started again, after setting the cup down, “Would you do me the honor of visiting my studio sometime? I’ll text you the address right now, you can come by at any time if you’re interested.” Taking his phone out from his pocket, feeling your phone vibrate in your pocket, you pick it up. The small device, usually light, feels like a heavy weight on your palm.
Opening your messages, you see that Minghao already sent the address, a building about 20 minutes from the cafe you’re in right now. “Lovely, could I trouble you to pick me up when I decide to visit?” You ask,
“Of course,” He replies, a gentle smile stretches across his face, “I’d love nothing more than to see you more often.”
The first time you entered Minghao’s studio, it felt like a dream. The studio wasn’t small by any means, the place was neat, neater than what you imagined any artist studio would look like. “Make yourself at home, I’ll brew some tea for us,” Minghao said as he took both your coats. Hanging the heavy fabrics on his coat rack, he gently guides you to the couches with a hand on your back, the light touch helping to ground you in this new environment.
He shoots you a quick smile before turning his back to you, setting his electric kettle to boil the water at the perfect temperature for tea. He rummages through his extensive tea set collection, settling on a simple white ceramic set with wooden handles. His eyes meet yours briefly, taking note of how you watch his every movement with care and curiosity, the way you were fascinated with the way his hand veins jumped every time he set a piece of the tea set down.
The kettle finishes boiling, he finally sets it down next to the tea set. “I want to introduce you to this teacake that my friend from home sent me,” He pulls out a teacake about the size of his head from the drawer under the table, wrapped in a slightly stained paper. He carefully unwraps it to show you the rich brown of the aged tea leaves, “This is a 15-year-old aged pu’er, I haven’t had the chance to try it yet, so I’d like to try this with you.”
“What an honor, I read from a recent interview that you were waiting for a good day to taste that right?” You ask, trying to gauge his reaction, if he’s surprised, he doesn’t show it,
“Of course, making a new friend is a special occasion, isn’t it? I’d consider that a good day.” He replies cooly, taking a tea knife and carving out a piece of tea to steep for a second, you watch as he delicately handles the porcelain set, the control in his movements reminding you of his mastery in sculpting, “You know, making tea is much like cultivating a new relationship,” he starts as he stands up to take the kettle off the stand.
“You carefully carve out your leaves, boil your water to the perfect temperature to bloom them, and steep the leaves a few seconds at a time.” You see him pour the water over the tea leaves, dried blades blooming like flowers under the delicate stream. “Each steep of tea is different, starting from the bloom until the flavor develops; and only then will you appreciate the true complexities of what tea has to offer.”
A small smile grows on your face as you watch him pour the first bloom onto his tea pets, “If my assessment is correct, you’re trying to correlate the developing flavors of tea with how our relationship is progressing?” He nods, confirming your hypothesis, “Then, I’ll ask you a question, which steep are we on?” you say with a cheeky smile.
Minhao grins at this, eyes almost disappearing with how wide his smile was, “Literally? The second steep.” He says as he pours more water over the leaves, you let out a chuckle at his little joke, “Figuratively? The fifth.”
You tilt your head a bit, “The fifth? I didn’t realize we were already at that stage.” you say as you accept his offer of a teacup.
He chuckles, “Well, I don’t just share my most expensive teas with anyone, so I might as well share it with one of the most brilliant minds I know.” he said while bringing the cup to his lips, sipping the drink carefully while making eye contact with you over the rim, winking playfully.
You raise your cup as well, the rising steam not being the only reason for your flushed face, you grin against the rim of your cup, savoring the rich and deep aroma of the high-quality tea.
After a while of banter and small talk, you finish your tea, setting down your cup gently on his expensive-feeling coffee table, he stands from his seat, “Could I show you something?” he said, holding his hand out to you. You place your palm on his, the warmth from his hand seeping into your skin. The touch was negligible, simple, even, but the contact with his skin sent electricity through you, like a violent jolt of excitement.
Minghao notices this and smirks, feeling pride swell up in his chest as he pulls you up from the couch, leading you to the other side of the room with a hand on the small of your back. He finally stops in front of a large canvas, laid across what looks like a bare-bones bed frame. You turn to him, curiosity growing on the expression of your face.
“What’s this? This looks fairly new, the paint on the frame still seems wet.” You ask, eyes raking over the splotches of color seemingly placed without much thought or care, it looked like the aftermath of a messy and angry paint spill.
“It is new,” Minghao starts, “I’m trying a new technique where I release frustrations by getting whatever paint catches my eye and throwing cups of it without much thought.” He shrugs, nothing particularly of note, but you do notice the amount of emotion that is in the piece.
“It’s not an elegant piece, but for a collection centered around passion I find it missing raw emotion.” He runs his hand through his face, frustration taking over his features, something you noticed early on was his emotions were closely tied to whatever art was around him, it seems as though the frustration in this one was affecting him at this moment.
“Yes, the human form and sex are great subjects, but pure, raw emotion is hard to capture.” He mumbled, eyebrows furrowing. “So, that’s why I invited you here. Tell me, as someone who’s written longing, despair, and everything in between. How does this make you feel?”
You pause and take in his words, turning back to the canvas and trying to soak in the colors, the shapes, and the emotion behind this piece. Yes, frustration is here. Yes, anger is here. But how does it make you feel?
“It makes me feel like I’m missing out on something.” You say simply, your stomach sinking just thinking about what that might entail. Minghao has a genuine look of shock for the first time since you’ve met him. His head tilted to give his attention to you fully.
“Really? Interesting. That’s the first time I heard that about this piece specifically.” He said with a lopsided grin, seemingly getting a new stroke of genius with your answer. He looks back at the canvas too, shoulders shaking from his restricted laughs. Your answer seemed to entertain him a lot. That much you can figure out, but you can never be sure what goes on in the mind of Xu Minghao.
Just then, your phone starts to ring, you only know one person who would call you at this hour—your Husband. You watch as the expression on Minghao’s face falls, face contorting into something short of a scowl for a split second before settling on his usual cool neutral expression. It was so quick that you barely missed the change, it happened so quickly that you decided it was all in your imagination as you ran to answer the phone.
You pick up the phone, “Hi honey-” You were cut off by your husband speaking,
“Get home, it’s getting late and you haven’t started dinner yet.” He said simply, before promptly dropping the call.
You stand there, the line going dead as you try to hold back tears. You take a deep breath, too afraid to show your face to Minghao in case tears were about to fall from your face. Grabbing your coat, you turn to face the door.
“Thank you for inviting me over, I have to get home now,” you said, your voice a little shaky, as you roughly opened the door.
You were out of his sight as Minghao stood alone in his studio, pondering. As silence took over the space, a dark smirk on his face.
'How long before you break?' he wonders.
The next time you and Minghao meet, you’re sitting on a park bench watching the autumn leaves dance to the silent song in the wind. You’re pulled out of your thoughts when you hear leaves crunch beside you, seeing the tail of Minghao’s long coat swaying in the wind.
He sees you, a smile spreading across his face, his long hair almost covering his face. His fast-paced walking makes the leaves crunch under his weight rhythmically. You think that he looks beautiful under the soft brightness of the autumn morning, only ever seeing him in the harsh rays of high noon or the constant humming of fluorescent lights.
You feel the heat radiating off his body through your and his coats as he sits next to you on the park bench. “Beautiful morning, the view is exquisite.” He says, looking directly at you. You giggle at this, he’s always been such a charmer ever since you met him. You peel the notebook from your lap, “I’m no artist, but the park is too gorgeous this time of year to not at least try to capture on paper.” you say as you open it to show him a relatively crude sketch of the scenery.
“Oh? This feels like a threat to my career.” He says with a chuckle, “But, genuinely, this is an amazing sketch. Are you sure you aren’t an artist?” You think you could get used to how relaxed you were around Minghao, conversations with him flowed so easily, it reminds you of the times your husband used to be invested in you as a person. Perhaps it was easier to compare the thrill of meeting a new person with feeling the start of a romantic spark, it was a dangerous game to play with him.
“No, I’m not, but I can appreciate a masterpiece when I see one.” You say, this time looking at him. He notices this and laughs at the fact that his joke is being used against him. He closes the notebook, handing it to you to put in your tote bag.
“The weather is perfect for a walk, care to join me?” He said, offering his hand for you to take. You accept the offer, the warmth of his palm being something to ground you on such a dreamy morning. Leaves crunch under both your weights in synch, your hand moves from his to hold onto his arm, and you try not to notice the lean muscle of it or the steady and secure way he guides you through the path.
You breathe in the autumn chill, enjoying the comfortable silence that followed the quiet whistle of the wind. “Your book,” Minghao said, his silky voice cutting through the silence effortlessly, “The one that inspired the collection, I’ve been following your publisher’s updates on the series, and I was wondering if you'd be able to share your progress on the second book?”
“Ah, about that.” You grimace, and you shake your head, quelling the urge to complain about your husband’s lack of sympathy for your predicament. “Maybe I’ll tell you another time, it’s not something I can talk about at the moment.”
Before you can correct the old man, Minghao speaks up, “Of course, could I take three of these?” He said, pointing at the basket of Jonquils.
He hums, luckily, Minghao was never the type to pry, “I get it, ever the tortured poet you are.” he said in a joking tone, you let out a chortle at this, agreeing that you may or may not be one.
Both of you are stopped by a flower vendor, “You both are a lovely pair,” The old man starts, as he turns to Minghao, he asks, “Could I interest you in some flowers? I’m sure your lady would appreciate them.” He smiles.
“Of course, you’re in luck too, these are the last off-season flowers I had in my greenhouse.” the old man said as his nimble fingers wrapped the flowers in some yellow tissue paper.
“I'm really lucky indeed.” He agreed while looking at you, your cheeks warming up at the implication. Minghao accepts the flowers and happily pays for them, gracefully handing the bundle to you.
Holding onto the stems, your fingertips graze over the delicate petals of the bright yellow flowers. “Thank you Minghao, they're beautiful.”
He smiles at the way you look at the flowers fondly, simply adoring the way your face lit up; literally, the yellow from the flowers reflected off your face and gave it a yellow hue.
“Shall we continue to walk?” He asks, offering his arm for you to hold again, you hold onto it, the flowers in your other hand. And you let the silence take over again.
Before you knew it, you've spent the entire day laughing and talking with Minghao, only stopping at several vendors for food and other trinkets, feeding the ducks berries, and watching the fish in the pond.
But the day has to end at some point.
You regretfully leave Minghao at the train station, waving goodbye through the glass of the train doors as you watch his figure get smaller and smaller.
Arriving home, you try to find a vase to put your flowers in, setting it down on the kitchen counter, your husband walks in and sees them.
“They're ugly, don't put them anywhere where I could see them.”
He said coldly, you try your best not to scoff at him, still searching for a vacant vase.
Finally finding one, you decide to place the flower vase on the windowsill of your office, the bright flowers contrasting everything else in the room, the dark and neutral furniture your husband got for you.
You jolt, realizing you're comparing your husband to another man.
You expected guilt to eat you up at the realization, but really, you couldn't find a reason to keep defending Haru.
“Could you come over to the studio later tonight? I don't think I should be alone.”
This text from Minghao worried you a bit, you've been spending a lot of time with him recently, you met him 6 more times after he got you flowers at the park, and you never noticed that he could deal with something so sinister.
Of course, you agree to come, your closest confidant in your adult life needs you right now. You wait for your husband to fall asleep in his office, again, before you leave the house, walking to the end of the block before calling a cab.
Arriving at his studio, you already knew the code, punching in the numbers 150526 on the smart lock, the studio opens with a click.
You take cautious steps into the studio, seeing the silhouette of a man on the couch, his back towards the door, nursing what you assume is a wine glass in his hand.
He turns his head to face the door, “You came.” He said, with relief in his voice, a little slurred from the alcohol you assume.
“You called.” You replied. Shrugging off your coat to hang, you join him on the couch. He looked a lot more disheveled compared to the usual clean and put-together Minghao that you know.
His hair is slicked back, some pieces of hair falling onto his face, his tie loosened, his shirt unbuttoned to reveal his collarbones and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. And glasses resting lowly on his nose.
You look at his face, and you notice dark circles around his eyes.
“Drink, and stay with me. Please.” He asks, no, almost begs you. You don't have the heart to decline. He pours you your glass and you both toast your glasses together.
You take the normal sip and he downs the rest of his, taking in a deep breath as if to steady himself. “Y/N, there's something I need to tell you.”
Your stomach drops at this, anxiety filling the pit of it as you nervously wait for the rest of what he has to say.
“I think I'm in love with-” he pauses, “someone I shouldn't be in love with.” He finishes, leaning forward to pour himself another glass of wine.
Your face falls only slightly, a minuscule change in expression that neither you nor Minghao catch. You cross your hands over your lap as soon as you realize your silence.
“Why can't you be in love with them?” You ask. Your head tilts as you take another sip of your wine. He hums, a smile graces his lips, but it doesn't seem to reach his eyes.
“They refuse to be vulnerable with me, opening up throughout our time together then closing back in the next time I see them.” He says with some fondness, “Also, they're married to someone else.”
“You probably should've led with that.” You mumble lowly, “I see, I know that all too well, wanting someone you can't have, someone so close yet so far. It's suffocating, especially when you haven't felt like yourself in so long, and then this person comes around and gives color back to your sad, gray, life. It's cruel, actually.”
You realize you've been rambling, turning to meet Minghao's eyes, you notice an emotion swirling behind them, something bittersweet, a realization that may change the course of your relationship.
“Anyway, how did you end up falling for them in the first place?” You ask in an attempt to bring the conversation back to him,
“Well, at first it was just a cure for boredom, I saw how receptive they were to my advances and I thought their marriage served as a fun, harmless challenge for me. But I got to know them, spend time with them, I got to witness the color come back into their face and I couldn't help but find it beautiful. That fact that I did that, bring color back into their face, slowly becoming someone again. The moment I saw their face light up with a simple gift I knew I was down, down bad.”
You hum, thinking the person Minghao was talking about is one of the luckiest people in the world right now. To be loved by him was like witnessing Orpheus’ choiceless grief that drove him to save his lover from the underworld, it was like feeling the devotee's dread-filled need to turn around, it was like experiencing the immediate forgiveness of Eurydice.
You wanted to be loved by him.
You both continue to chat and drink, and it isn't long before the two of you finish your second bottle of wine, Minghao offers to pay for your cab home, and he decides he's going to sleep in his studio.
You reflect on the events of that night as you slip into the cold covers of your marital bed, your husband’s side tidy as it was for the past month.
You run your hand over the pristine and cold sheet, imagining someone else filling its space on your bed, as he does your heart.
Minghao added a new piece to his collection, his gallery is still a work in progress and you walk through familiar doors. The very same statue you were entranced by still sits by the entrance, and you see a very familiar figure standing in front of it.
“I feel like this already happened before.” You said cheekily, he snorts at this, handing you a paper bag with tissue paper peeking from the top.
“Maybe this happened before in a dream, maybe we were destined to meet under the judgemental fluorescent lights.” He jokes as you feel the weight of the bag on your fingers.
“What's in the bag, Hao?” You ask cautiously, mischief flashing on his face before he fully turns his body to you, giving you his full attention.
“It's something you might like, maybe.” He said, his confidence faltering toward the end of his sentence. Tucking his hands into his trouser pockets, he eagerly waits for you to open the semi-heavy bag.
You carefully move the paper to the side of the bag, seeing white porcelain peaking back at you, you whip your head with with your face showing an expression of surprise. Minghao smiles, enjoying your reaction to his gift.
“You got me a tea set? That's so thoughtful, thank you.” You say with a smile, inspecting the frog patterns in the glaze.
“You mentioned your husband is leaving for a business trip soon, so I figured you'd like a set so we can have tea at your place. I'll even bring you a teacake to keep.” He said as he pulled a hand out of his trousers, fixing a stray hair that fell from your up-do.
“It's perfect, thank you.” You said, looking up at him, a smile still on your face.
“Do you want to walk around the gallery with me? I added a few pieces since then, and I'd like to talk about them.” he said, offering his arm. You wrap another hand around him, the familiarity of his arm under your palm giving you a sense of calm.
You spent the rest of the day walking around the gallery and chatting, other gallery-goers openly gawked at Minghao. It was obvious, really, the artist is here in the flesh, and he's gorgeous.
Minghao stopped to entertain other guests too, seeing him in his element made pride swell in your chest. His work, and by extension him, is finally being recognized by more people in the community. His hard work and dedication paid off handsomely.
Stopping in front of a mural, you noticed it was a replica of a really old painting. A painting of Ares and Aphrodite getting caught by Hephestus.
“Oof, poor bastards.” You joke, Minghao found this funny too, chuckling with you.
“It’s almost comical how this painting compelled me. I don't know what drove me to recreate the thing as a whole mural, but we both know I'm a little crazy.” He says with a playful groan, you try to hold back a loud laugh by giggling into your palm.
“Well, dear Xu Minghao, everyone knows crazy people are geniuses.” squeezing his arm, you check out the side of his face. His side profile was so sharp and soft at the same time, the dichotomy of his features was an easy subject to study. He's a gorgeous man, too gorgeous for his own good you think.
You both sat down on the bench in front of the mural to chat, and before you knew it, enough time has passed that the gallery was about to close.
Minghao calls a cab for you, and you arrive home in-tact, but not safe.
“Y/n, where have you been running off to these past few weeks?” Your husband questioned you as soon as you entered your home. Your mood instantly dropped, feeling the weight of your actions all at once.
“I'm hanging out with a friend, and it's really not that deep. It's not like I've neglected house work at all. So you should have a reason to care.” You snap back, a little too much for such a simple query. Your husband rises from his seat, cupping your face with a gentle hand for the first time in a long time.
“You’re my wife, of course it's my concern.” He said, just as he was about to make you fall for him again, he said, “We haven't been intimate in a long time, I'm leaving in a few days, so I want to make love to you before I go.”
Ah, there it was. He only ever shows affection for you when he's asking for sex nowadays.
You nod, what followed was unfulfilling and unsatisfying sex. Missionary, a few pumps just to get him off, and he didn't even kiss you.
And obviously, he didn't make you cum.
Your husband is fast asleep in your bed for the first time in months, and yet you can't find it in yourself to be happy about it.
You take out your trusty friend, egg.
The jolts to life with steady vibrations as you press the toy to your clit, relaxing into the sheets as you imagine a pair of calloused hands roaming the plane of your skin.
Controlled pressure and technique only a sculptor could have, his hair falling over his face, and his eyes holding you gaze as if you gave him everything he could ever want by simply existing.
He looks at you like you hung each star in the sky just for him, just so he could watch your skin bathed in moonlight, twinkling like the most precious diamond he could ever have.
This man isn't your husband, It was Minghao.
Your orgasm came unexpectedly, the realization that you were fantasizing about him snapped you back into reality so violently that you ruined your own orgasm.
You huff as you tuck the toy back into its drawer, pulling up the covers to try and sleep off the guilt.
Your husband left for his business trip a few days ago, and you made preparations for your first guest in a while. You finally set up the tea set when you heard a knock at your door, springing up, you head towards the door to look through the peephole, you see Minghao dressed a little more casually, a cap on his head and a bouquet of flowers in his hand.
You swiftly unlock the door for him, he smiles upon seeing you, tipping his cap, he says, “Good evening, it's a pleasure to finally be invited into your home.” You greet him back, stepping to the side to let him enter. As he does, he takes his cap off to let his hair fall onto his face again.
He offers you the flowers and you take them, “I'll go find a vase for these, make yourself at home, dinner is still cooking in the oven.” You said as you turned back to find another vase.
After finding one and setting the flowers in your office again, you find Minghao setting a record on your turntable, a slow tune plays through the air, instantly making the room feel calmer and homey.
“I didn't pin you as the type to have such an extensive vinyl collection, you have good taste too.” He said, swaying to the music by shifting his weight from one leg to another.
“I didn't feel the need to mention it considering I haven't touched those in a while. My husband hates them.” You say solemnly.
“Well, he isn't here now. Let's enjoy the music,” he said, holding his hand out for you to take, “Dance with me?”
You smile as you take his hand, he suddenly pulls you towards him and you land on his chest, his arms wrapping around you securely as you sway to the calm of the music.
You think to yourself, This is nice, this is safe. I wonder if this is what it feels like to be married to Minghao instead.
You turn your head and press your ear to his chest, hear him breathe slowly, his heart beating rhythmically. This is the first time you were ever this close to him, practically holding him in a loving embrace.
His woody cologne almost distracts you, so seductive and masculine and you almost reach up to cup his face, to kiss him. Before you realize that he isn't your husband.
You're both snapped out of your little bubble when the oven dings, signaling that dinner is ready. You break away from him, already missing his warmth as you set the dining table, one that hasn't been used in a while.
You eat dinner with him, talking about your days and how work has been. It's a welcome change of pace from your husband’s tolerance of your presence. You didn't have to beg Minghao for footnotes on his life, you didn't feel like you're taking up too much of his space or time.
It's safe, secure. It feels like you're being celebrated for existing.
You dwell on this feeling long after Minghao heads home, your stomach and heart full. As you slip into the covers you wonder what it'll feel like to hold him under them, for him to kiss the crown of your head and whisper the three words you desperately wanted to hear again.
You fall asleep with the fantasy that when you wake up, he'll be right next to you.
Minghao invited you downtown this time, various pop-up stores of luxury brands recently opened and he just secured a sale of a really expensive painting; so of course, what better way to spend that money than taking a shopping trip with his closest friend.
“This would look amazing on you.” He said while taking out a dress, it's a color that compliments your hair and skin wonderfully. Minghao always knew how to dress.
“Oh, I'm inclined to agree, but I'm not willing to look at the price tag for that one.” You joke, shrugging as you follow him around the store.
“Nonsense, I'm offering to pay.” He said, turning his nose up. “I'm getting this for you, I'll ask the salesperson for more sizes so you can try them on.” He said, turning to the salesperson doing just that.
The salesperson nods enthusiastically, bringing the dresses to the dressing rooms and ushering you in despite your protests. Minghao only smiles in amusement as the curtain hides your figure, he sits on the bench near the dressing rooms in silence, scrolling through Instagram on his phone.
He hears the curtains roll open, it only takes a moment of him looking at you in the dress to take his breath away. It fits you perfectly, hugging your body deliciously. Minghao almost drops his phone onto his lap, his grip loosening, star-struck by your beauty.
“How does it look?” You ask, awkwardly fiddling with the expensive fabric of the dress, feeling a little too expensive to be on your body.
Minghao wordlessly stands from the bench, looking a little dazed, he turns to the salesperson and tells them, “We're getting the dress.” As he walks toward the cashier almost in a trance.
You're a little taken aback by his reaction, but nonetheless you change back into your regular clothes. As soon as you walk out of the dressing room Minghao Pushes you back in with more dresses.
“Please try these on.” He says, not having the strength to look you in the eyes. You comply.
It took you hours of trying on dresses and accessories to the point that you almost bought the store out. Minghao couldn't get enough of the mini-fashion show you were putting on for him, and it's not like the salespeople are complaining either.
You walk out of the first store with multiple bags in hand, you thought that was enough shopping for the whole year maybe, but no, Minghao pulls you into another store, and another, and another, all leaving with bags (multiple) of clothes.
It got so bad to the point that Minghao had to leave your bags in his car so you could free up your hands to buy more stuff.
You stopped trying to fathom the amount of money Minghao was spending on you, yes, he did buy items for himself too, but he looked much more satisfied to provide for you rather than procuring items for himself.
The car ride back home was filled with way too many ‘are you sure's and ‘you really didn't have to's. But Minghao was insistent on you keeping all the items he got for you.
“I'm being serious, you're a gorgeous woman, you deserve to be spoiled like a queen.” he said, turning to you while waiting at a red light, “You need to visit my studio in the clothes I got you, you'll fit right in with my paintings.” He smiles.
Your face flushes at his compliments, a bright and happy smile stretching across your face. You couldn't remember the last time you were this happy with someone. To find joy in the company of another felt liberating, you felt like you deserved this.
Minghao drops you off at your place with your new clothes, helping you get them into your living room like a true gentleman.
“I'll see you next time, Y/n.” He said stopping at your doorstep, annd leaning down to press a kiss on the crown of your head, he took note of what your shampoo smelled like and left. Leaving you awestruck in your doorway as you watch his car drive off.
This studio has become so familiar to you, like a second home almost. Punching in the code was muscle memory at this point, the smell of drying paint and clay becoming a calming scent.
You smooth over the front of your dress, one that Minghao got you, as you enter his studio again. Shrugging off your heavier coat, the beginning of winter creeps closer as the trees lose the last of their leaves.
Minghao just got out of the bathroom, wiping his hands on his paint-stained shirt and apron. He looks at you, the dress, the way it fits on you. And he smiles widely.
“Hey there gorgeous, what are you doing all the way there? You should be over there with the rest of the art.” He says cheekily.
You giggle as you enter the space more, stopping in front of him taking his extended hand and following it, giving him a twirl.
He simply adores the way the fabric flows and shapes around your curves and contours, your skin practically glowing with life.
He fights the urge to kiss you, succeeding for now.
He guides you onto the couch, a turntable sitting next to his stone tea tray on the coffee table. ”Oh? This is new.” You said when you noticed it.
“Oh that? I got it for when you come over. I got a few records too, if you'd like to make yourself comfortable while I brew us some tea.” He said, untying his apron to hang on an easel, turning his back to you and he started preparing tea like before.
His movements and practiced, you'd guess this tea ceremony is second nature to him, considering he always talks about it. This scene is safe, familiar, it's comfortable.
He does this whole song and dance again, you've seen him do this over and over again but you can't seem to get sick of it. It's like you're giving yourself excuses just to keep seeing him.
But they don't feel like excuses, not at all, they're just more reasons why you feel deeply, and so quickly for Minghao.
Again, the both of you talk about everything and anything under the sun, him walking you through all his latest pieces, him plans for new ones creativity vibrating through ever cell in his body.
You imagine him talking so passionately about the future, maybe even a future with you.
Before you could realize what you were doing, you’re holding onto Minghao’s shoulders for support,
and you lean up to kiss him.
Minghao fights the urge to kiss back, he fails.
His hands come up to cup the back of your head tilting his head to deepen the kiss, pouring all his emotions into the simple, gesture of affection.
Your head was spinning, dizzy from his cologne and the wind getting knocked from your lungs as soon as your lips met his. It was electrifying, finally feeling the warmth of his body pressed so close, yet so far from yours.
Oh, you wanted him, so, so badly.
He pulls away first, heaving from the intensity of the kiss, eyes in a daze. Meeting your eyes again, he couldn’t help but lean in for another kiss.
This time he's really pressing into you seemingly drunk off of the feeling of his lips meeting yours. He's just a man at the end of the day, a weak, weak man in the face of paradise.
He came back to his senses once he felt the cool metal of your wedding ring on his neck. Jolting back, he pushed your shoulders back, creating a significant distance between the two of you.
“I, I think you should leave.” He said turning to hide in his studio bathroom to collect his thoughts.
You stood there puzzled, did he not feel the same way you did? But why did he kiss you, twice? Something isn't adding up.
But moreover, you can't ignore the painful sting this rejection gave you. You wanted him, did he not want you? What was the point of trying so hard to make you fall for him when he just decided to back down when he finally had you?
You gather your belongings and leave the studio, the door clicking to lock behind you. The ride back was suffocating, it felt like you left a part of yourself in that studio with Minghao. And you fear that this may be the last time you see him.
You haven’t spoken to Minghao in the weeks following the kiss, your nerves on fire every time you remember how his pillow lips felt so right on yours.
You're standing in front of the mural. The one where Hephestus caught Aphrodite, his wife, and Hephestus, her lover, having an affair and having sex on their marital bed.
It's funny, looking at this mural. You spent your last weeks wandering his gallery, searching for his shadow, but he always seems to evade you so easily. He's marked you like a bloodstain on a pristine white dress, lingering like fog on a cold autumn day.
Winter is still young, yet you feel cold. So, so cold.
As if your most desperate prayers were heard, Minghao practically materializes next to you.
“Hi. I'm sorry I wasn't able to speak to you for the past few weeks. I'm a coward, a fool to run from you.” He said, both of you looking at the mural and not at each other.
Silence follows, you couldn't look at him, you couldn't speak to him. “Y/n I-”
“This isn't the place to talk about this.” You said coldly.
Minghao flinches a bit, not used to how icy your voice was. It usually greets him so warmly, so lovingly.
“Let's go out to drink, there's a bar that's walking distance from here, if you'd like go go with me. I have too many things to say to you, too many thoughts left unsaid. You deserve to hear them, at least.” He said, remorseful.
You really couldn't find it in yourself to stay mad at him. So you agree to walk with him.
The walk to the bar is silent, unlike your previous walks. You're so far from him, you even refused to hold onto his arm like you usually do.
It's early winter yet Minghao is sweating bullets, he's almost vibrating at a frequency that could shatter glass. His nerves are all over the place, he's acting so out of character, nothing like the calm, cool, collected Minghao you've come to know over the past few months.
He takes a deep breathe before you both enter the bar.
A few drinks in and you’re already tipsy, “You know- hic- my husband is being a dick to me.” You drunkenly slurred, “This novel I’ve been writing for over two years now is fucking me in the ass- I- I want to finish it so desperately but all he does is sucks the soul out of me. He’s a giant pain in the ass-!”
Minghao snorts at this, loudly talking over the music of the bar, “Your husband is a fucking dick! Your work is amazing. If I were him, I would do anything to help you get rid of that writer’s block, you know, inspire you.” He tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear.
“You’d do that?” You ask, clinging onto his arm, “Thank youuuu hao bear~ you’re the best-!” You giggle into his arm, your weight pressing against his side. You’ve only known him for three months at this point, but his ideas and influence on your work improved your writing and motivation drastically.
“Hao bear? That’s new, you’ve only known me for- what? 3 months? You’re already calling me nicknames!” He holds the back of your head gently, pressing his forehead onto yours, “I should give you a nickname too… Starlight, how does that sound?” At this point, you tune out every other sound other than the sound of his voice and the pounding of your heart.
This man had you in a chokehold the moment you met him, you were fucking doomed from the start.
“Starlight? Yeah, I like it more than a little bit.” You say softly, your words almost getting lost in the noise of the bar.
“Let’s move to somewhere quieter, yeah? Tell me more about your work. We can head to my place to settle down for a bit.” There it is, the same dark, barely there smirk that plagues your stomach with butterflies.
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
Arriving at Minghao’s place, you take a quick look around his apartment. Everywhere you look is a pop of color, bold splotches of vibrant hues making the place look like it was pulled straight out of the 80s, “Hao, your place is amazing, the furniture brings me so much joy~” You giggle a bit, sitting down at the plush red velvet couch shaped like a seashell.
“Thanks! Most of the furniture is thrifted from retro thrift stores, I like this style more. It brings so much personality to the space.” He passionately talks about them, “Do you want anything to drink? I have water, juice, and beer here.” He says, rummaging through his fridge.
“Oh, just water, please.” You say you have a feeling that you need to at least sober up for whatever the night brings.
He takes two glasses of water and places them down on the coffee table. It’s the only piece in the entire house that is a neutral color, a fine hardwood. You couldn’t tell what it was at a glance, not that it was important anyway.
“So, let’s talk about this book that you’ve been struggling to write now. Could you tell me what it’s about?” He asks, taking a swig of his water, you stare at his side profile while he does, sharp yet delicate features, his Adam’s apple bobbing from his drink.
Bro’s so majestic.
“Well, it’s about an artist who’s losing passion for his work, told from the perspective of his lover. It’s a spicy romance, with, in my opinion, a correct amount of sex scenes-”
“Give me a percentage of how much of it is smut.” Minghao interrupts you,
“Like… 75 percent?” He snorts at this, “Anyway, I’ve been stuck on the last spicy scene of the book, the climax, pun not intended,” You take a swig of your water, “I mean, it’s not like I don’t have experience writing that sort of thing, or lack experience in sex either, but my sex life’s been such a drag with my husband being gone for long periods and-”
Minghao interrupts you again, “And he doesn’t fuck you right, does he?”
The forwardness of his words made you freeze, you contemplated whether to reject him here, to tell him it wasn’t appropriate to talk about this with you, especially about your husband. You know how Minghao looks at you. It wasn’t a secret to anyone that he wanted you, but he never acted in any inappropriate way. He never makes you uncomfortable.
This was no exception. The swirling in your stomach wasn’t because of unease, no, this was because of arousal.
“No, no he doesn’t.”
He leans in, kissing you. This time he's not rushing, no more pushing and pulling, no more things left unsaid. He wants you, he'll have you. That was a promise.
He lifts you from the couch, lips never parting as he carries you to his bedroom, peeling each other's clothes, bumping into walls and furniture. But you couldn't care less, you were lost in each other's embrace and you can't think of another place you'd rather be.
Half-naked on Minghao’s bed, who, need you be reminded, was not your husband.
His hands roamed your sides, the heat from his palms warming your skin, causing it to flush, his soft, plump lips pressing feather-light kisses to your neck. You could feel his breath behind your ear, his hair tickling your cheek.
“How would your husband feel if he knew what you were doing with me right now?” He asks, clearly getting off on the fact that you were in his bed, getting ready to fuck him, a man who wasn’t your husband.
“I hope he’d be disappointed, but at this point, I think he forgot about me.” You say with a chuckle at the end, trying not to ruin the mood.
Minghao gently pulls away from you from that, “What?” he asks quietly, the word almost getting drowned out by the hum of the air conditioning, “Sorry, I know this was supposed to be a taboo, forbidden relationship thing but… I’m angry at him.” He says, avoiding your eyes.
“I know I’ve only known you for a few months, but I never felt this way before. It fucking kills me to think that a woman like you would be forgotten, for what exactly? Work?” He said anger gradually filling his voice. His hand reaches for your face when your eyes meet, thumbs pressing down on your cheekbone. The controlled and purposeful movement reminds you just how pliable you are under his touch. He sculpted you into what he wanted you to be; beautiful, strong, unashamed.
You gently cup his face, still hovering above you, “Kiss me, Minghao.”
And he did.
His lips met yours in a searing embrace, just the force of his passion against yours was dizzying, fiery desire clashing to make fireworks behind the eyelids that fluttered close. You never felt this type of longing from your husband, never felt his devotion being kissed through your lips like Minghao’s tongue was exploring it.
At that moment, you knew you were gone.
Minghao pulled away from you, hazy eyes meeting yours as the string of saliva that connected your mouths broke. At that moment, Minghao was stuck in a trance, his lips coming to meet yours over and over like he couldn’t stop tasting your lips even if he tried. A sweet ambrosia, too saccharine to stop. He’s become addicted to your lips molding onto his like sickly sweet honey sticking to his lips.
Out of breath, he grabs hold of your waist, rolling over to get you on top of him. He reaches behind you, unclasping the hooks of your bra and letting your breasts fall free from it. He cups both of them while you sit up, grinding on his hardening cock through his boxers, he groans at this, reflexively squeezing your boobs.
Placing both of your hands on his pecs, you also give them a gentle squeeze. Minghao notices this and his gaze darkens, passing his thumbs over your hardening nipples. Your pussy clenches onto nothing at this, a soft gasp leaves you as you started to grind harder against Minghao.
His nails started to dig into your hips, his own desperately grinding up against you for more friction. Soft moans leave him as he throws his head back against the pillows, eyes fluttering close just so he could focus on the sensations of your clothed cunt grinding against his cock through his boxers.
“God, get off of me before I cum in my underwear like a teenager.” He says with a playful groan, lifting your hips off from his crotch.
“Right, you still need to cum inside of me.” You say back playfully, his eyes darkened at this.
“Fuck, you make me want to keep you forever,” taking one of your hands and placing a kiss on your palm.
He lifts his hips only enough to get his boxers off, shimmying them off to somewhere on the floor near his bed. You also take this time to take your underwear off, secretly hiding it under his pillow when you lean down to kiss him again.
When you both pulled away, another string of saliva connected you two. You took two fingers to swipe at the liquid, bringing it down to rub your clit while you lowered yourself down to grind on his bare cock now.
Minghao hisses, “Fuck, I can feel how wet and warm you are, sweet christ.” he breathes out a shaky breath as you grind your bare wetness on his cock, lubricating the shaft for later. You moan at the contact, body slightly shaking from the friction of the tip of his cock hitting your clit occasionally.
“God, Minghao, fuck I need you inside me.” You desperately whine out. You lifted your hips up to finally hold his hard cock to align it with your pussy, slowly sinking on the thick girth. You throw your head back at the satisfying stretch his dick was making you feel.
“Fuck, you feel so good, so tight and warm,” He moans, he’s not shy about letting you know how good it feels with how vocal he’s being, he takes your right hand and holds it tightly, pressing it against his chest. You could feel his racing heartbeat under his skin, “Let me keep you forever, please, don’t make me beg, run away with me.”
You openly gape at him from this, You’d be a fool to accept this, especially since you’ve only known him for a fraction of the time you knew your husband, but god dammit.
“Take me with you, anywhere you want to go. I’m yours, please take me.” You say desperately. You’ve never been wanted this badly before, and god, you wanted more, for the rest of time.
Minghao abruptly thrusts up into you from this, tightly clenching your hand in his, still pressing on top of his racing heart under the skin. You cry out in pleasure, somehow the sensation of his heart under your palm elevates your pleasure, making you go dizzy at the thought that you’re doing this to him, and only you.
You come close to your climax embarrassingly quick, the sensation of his cock rubbing your velvet walls so perfectly made your head spin. Your ears are ringing so loudly that it almost drowns out your sounds of pleasure, and the sound of skin slapping against skin.
Minghao isn’t far from you either, the same dizzying effect taking hold of his mind too. He’s so close to finishing that he could almost taste it, his moans and whines of your name leaving his lips like a mantra, a prayer, even.
“Minghao I’m gonna cum-!” you say frantically, pressing your forehead onto his as he meets your lips with his for the nth time. You swallow the moans he spills into your mouth as you both climax at the same time. His heart still beating frantically under your palm.
“Did you mean that?” You ask breathlessly, “When you said you wanted me forever, did you mean it?” you couldn’t look him in the eyes.
“Exactly, I meant it word for word. Let me replace the ring on your finger with mine.” He smiles at you.
In the end, he did replace the ring on your finger with his, much more extravagant, and elaborate. Your husband wasn’t surprised at your sudden request for a divorce, since your marriage was already failing before you met Minghao.
Still, time was the ultimate truthteller.
Your husband found out about your High Infidelity around the middle of your divorce proceedings, and in a rage, he threw you and all your belongings out onto the driveway. In the middle of winter rain.
The rain soaked into your skin, cold and icy piercing you painfully. All your personal belongings were strewn all around you, and your soon-to-be ex-husband was angrily slamming the door shut, but you couldn't help but feel relieved.
After all, you were finally free.
You finished your book, it received critical acclaim and it was a New York Times Best-Seller.
And you got to marry Minghao, the love of your life. Who you were happily married to until the both of you grew old.
FIN.
#✦ ˚₊✩‧₊hm#hima: okiedokrie#hima: seventeen#hima: the8#hima: minghao#hima: 18+#hima: smut#hima: angst#hima: fluff
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Hello everyone! Check out the Jaemin SMAU of our mahiwagang member, Roni ꕤ.
clandestine meetings.
PAIRING. jaemin x fem!reader
CATEGORY. mini filo smau, angst, celebrity!au, hurt/no comfort
WARNINGS. language, hurt/no comfort, angst with no happy ending, suggestive, there is an oc playing jm's ka-love team, jm is a 🚩
SUMMARY. look at this godforsaken mess that you've made me. [or alternatively: jaemin as your ex turned fwb na may ibang ka-love team]
NOTE. i made this around the same time as the backburner au sa main blog ko so they share a playlist 😭 i just i wasn’t sure if ipopost ko or not so ang tagal nya nakatengga sa gallery ko but … here we are now! not sure kung magkaka part 2 pa… pero lmk what you guys think! 🫶🏼
TAGLIST. @archivedmkl @nctasdfghj @wooyoung-a @morkleetrash @kkotjia @i-aecrysture @injunified @smolpeyy @pepperrye @hibuki-chan @hannie-dul-set @chanfilms @yiz-yo @anya-writes-stuff @w0nderr @mihyu-ckie @remisaki @fullsunld @main-figuresk8-sunghoonie @dejavukirstein @seijenoh @renjun-pretty @skzbeyleynjasnct @yoitbb @najaeminluvbot @hazyru @lune1897 @heynayu @chimajeyn @rensaure @13isacoolnumber @liljeongseong @marahuyornjn @eureah @markleepooh @000rpheus @nanayogurt @luvenshiti @j-8star @flovezen @jaeyuuns @yoonhanzjaem @ssuungchans @shairamaexx @hibernatinghamster @roseltgiri
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Hello everyone! Check out the Chenle SMAU of our mahiwagang member, Roni ꕤ.
i hate accidents (except when we went from friends to this)
PAIRING. chenle x fem!reader
CATEGORY. one shot social media au, fluff, crack/humor, fake dating, best friends to lovers
WARNINGS. language, chenle and y/n are very unserious, 30 panels!
SYNOPSIS. conversations with your best friend turned fake boyfriend, zhong chenle.
NOTES. ok rlly quick before u read i forgot to change ningning’s username 😭 that account was from a diff au i was writing before where she was supposed to be chenle’s sister but yeah (also sorry it’s really long but i didnt want to make mulitple parts 😭🙏🏼) anw … i have no idea where this idea came from but enjoy! :p
NOTE. hi this is my first time writing for chenle lmk what u think!!! 🥹🫶🏼
TAGLIST. @radiorenjun @bluejaem @pink-but-rosie @renjun-pretty @holdinbacksecrets @rynshyuckies @jelllyjae @jenyongcas @whyisquill @beemarkie @morkxlee @hibuki-chan @moonwalkun @lyyhyuck @baekhyunstruly @lilacdreams-00 @ridinhyuck @archivedmkl @najaeminluvbot @rensiu @morkleetrash @neo444 @hrjchive @keemburley @soobin-chois @yiz-yo @juune04 @nctasdfghj @studywoo @jun5ui @smolpeyy @kkotjia @yoonhanzjaem @en-boys @stopeatread @goldryush @hibernatinghamster @shwizhies @zgzgzh @bbymatz @eyantice @w0nderr @dinonuguaegi @neozon3nha @mnlylonely
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Hello everyone! Check out the Jaemin SMAU of our mahiwagang member, Roni ꕤ.
PAIRING. jaemin x fem!oc
CATEGORY. filo social media au, fluff, crack, humor, “enemies” to lovers (kind of… not really), arianator!jaemin, swiftie!oc, stan twitter drama, college!au, established relationship (not exactly ... pero parang ganon na nga HAHAHA)
WARNINGS. language, puro kagaguhan lang, stan twitter drama?, ag vs. ts discourse prolly
SYNOPSIS. what are the odds na ‘yung kalandian mo turns out to be the same person na lagi mong kaaway sa twitter? for sab’s case—probably 10/10.
REQUESTED BY. anon! (send smau reqests here!)
STATUS. coming soon!
NOTE. sa anon na nagrequest neto last year ... sorry natagalan HAHAHAHA ETO NA SYA !! guys swiftie and arianator po ak pls wag nyo ak conceal CHZ HAHAHA anyway super crack lang to and mostly parang walang patutunguhan, just vibes 🤙🏼🤙🏼🤙🏼 also theyre in anitwt for this one kasi ... gusto ko lang ... and theyre dentistry students !! ( no one is surprised HAHAHA) enjoy reading! 🫶🏼
— sab and jaem's playlist!
PARTS!
profiles: main | stan twt | irls
01: resident arianator & swiftie
02: ???
03: ???
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Hello everyone! Check out the San Timestamp of our mahiwagang member, Rie ꕤ.
[15:54]
Summary: The opposite of the "one bed" trope.
Characters/Pairing(s): San X Reader
Genre: Crack
AUs/Trope info: Non-Idol!AU, Co-workers!AU, Company retreat
Word Count: 203
Warnings: None???
Rating: PG
A/N: repost from my old blog @hwasrie, I am reuploading my own work, I did not plagiarize.
You and a co-worker walk up to reception, the company retreat was that week and they gave you a day to settle into your rooms and rest. As you and San greet the guy working at reception, he gave you one key.
"Uh, excuse me, why did you only give one key?" You ask, you hoped that it was an innocent mistake on the company's part, "Ah, it says here that you are both assigned one room. Does there seem to be a problem?" He askes, you both nod, "Uh, that's doesn't make sense, this was supposed to be a company retreat." San says, equally as uncomfortable as you are. "I'm sorry sir, we can't do anything about it."
Both of you sigh, too tired to argue. Both of you thank the receptionist as you walk towards your shared room.
When you open the door, you see six single beds.
"Huh, just when I thought we were going to have a 'one bed' cliché, it turns out we have too many beds." He says, both of you laugh and decided to push the beds together to make two giant beds on opposite sides of the room.
The retreat went smoothly without any incident.
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Hello everyone! Check out the San One-shot of our mahiwagang member, Rie ꕤ.
champagne problems
Summary: Sometimes you just don’t know the answer, until someone’s on their knees and asks you.
Characters/Pairing(s): San X Reader
Genre: Angst.
AUs/Trope info: Established relationship, marriage rejection, song fic
Word Count: 586
Warnings: Swearing, mental health mention, alcoholism mentions, sloppy POV changes
Rating: 16+
A/N: repost from my old blog @cryrieariver, I'm reuploading my own work, I did not plagiarize. This is also reformatted and edited for ease of reading.
You booked the night train for a reason
So you could sit there in this hurt
Bustling crowds or silent sleepers
You're not sure which is worse
San was slumped over on the train seat, elbows on his spread thighs and nails scratching at the velvet flocked box sitting on his fingers. He looked pathetic, sitting alone and dejected in an empty train car, trying to hold his tears back. He hung his head low, biting his lip until it bled. Who knew this would happen?
He didn’t like the bustle of the city, everyone only cared about the place they wanted to go to, not bothering to check the man that was clearly hurting.
Because I dropped your hand while dancin'
Left you out there standing
Crestfallen on the landing
Champagne problems
Your mom's ring in your pocket
My picture in your wallet
Your heart was glass I dropped it
Champagne problems
He replayed the moment in his mind, the way your grip on his hand faltered, the way you looked at him with glassy eyes when you told him you didn’t want to dance anymore. He should’ve known, should’ve taken it as a sign.
You told your family for a reason
You couldn't keep it in
Your sister splashed out on the bottle
Now no one's celebrating
Dom Pérignon you brought it
No crowd of friends applauded
Your hometown skeptics called it
Champagne problems.
He remembers telling his family about his plan to propose to you, he was so sure that you’ll be his future, his new chapter in life. His sister was just as excited as him, taking up all her savings just to get a bottle for the soon-to-be celebration.
When you rejected him, all his hometown skeptics told him it was never a good idea to marry a city girl. He thinks maybe he should’ve listened.
You had a speech, you're speechless
Love slipped beyond your reaches
And I couldn't give a reason
Champagne problems
He remembers closing the box in silence, no cheers, no music, no words. He walked out of the restaurant with a blank face and a broken heart.
Your Midas touch on the Chevy door
November flush, and your flannel cure
"This dorm was once a madhouse"
I made a joke, "Well, it's made for me"
How evergreen, our group of friends?
Don't think we'll say that word again
And soon they'll have the nerve to
deck the halls That we once walked through
You knew you could trust him, he was the love of your life, he did everything for you, supported you through your episodes, and made you feel happy and loved. He was your shoulder to cry on and the sun to warm you. Nothing could replace him, but you let him go because you didn’t deserve him, he didn’t deserve someone like you- he deserved someone better.
One for the money
Two for the show
I never was ready
So I watch you go
Sometimes you just don't know the answer
'Til someone's on their knees and asks you
"She would've made such a lovely bride
What a shame she's fucked in the head"
They said, but you'll find the real thing instead
She'll patch up your tapestry that I shred
And hold your hand while dancing
Never leave you standing crestfallen on the landing
With champagne problems
Your mom's ring in your pocket
Her picture in your wallet
You won't remember all my champagne problems
You won't remember all my champagne problems.
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Hello everyone! Check out the Hongjooong One-shot of our mahiwagang member, Rie ꕤ.
Last Kiss
Summary: Nights after your last kiss with Hongjoong felt lonelier than usual, it also doesn't help that the longest night of the year happened right after.
Characters/Pairing(s): Hongjoong x Reader
Genre: Angst
AUs/Trope info: Break up!AU
Word Count: 1193
Warnings: references to kissing
Rating: 16+
A/N: submission for @cultofdionysusnet's winter event!
I still remember the look on your face
Lit through the darkness at 1:58
The words that you whispered for just us to know
You told me you loved me
So why did you go away?
On a cold night one winter, you spent it with your boyfriend, must like any winter, but this was a winter that couldn't leave your head.
His face looked stern, he held both your shoulders to look hardly at your eyes, "You know that I love you, right?" He said, more to himself than you.
You laughed a this, a bit surprised by how serious he looked suddenly. "Of course, why do you think I'd ever doubt that?" you asked incredulously.
He smiles at your answer, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes.
I do recall now, the smell of the rain
Fresh on the pavement, I ran off the plane
That July ninth, the beat of your heart
It jumps through your shirt
I can still feel your arms
Recalling the best memories with Hongjoong, leaving to study abroad, the July you hugged him so tightly that you heard his back crack, pressing your ear to his chest, you hear it rumble as he speaks, "I'm going to miss you, I'll call often, I hope you call often too, okay?"
The warmth of his arms around you comforted you, the steady beating of his heart grounding you just as you needed.
"Of course, I love you." You say, voice muffled into his shirt.
"Yeah, me too." He said, with a tone without too much enthusiasm.
But now I'll go
Sit on the floor wearing your clothes
All that I know is I don't know
How to be something you miss
Studying away from the people you cared about the most hurts more than you'd like to admit, Hongjoong's scent fading from the fluffy sweater you brought with you just in case you missed him. But you found yourself in them more than not. Hongjoong said he'd call you, but you haven't heard his voice since the last time he dropped you off at the airport.
You want to call him, but every time you text him to check id he was free to call, he'd always be busy with something.
Then again, that's not his fault, time zones can be a difficult thing to navigate around.
The night was longer than it usually was, not just because you were lonely, but also because the longest night of the year just so happens to fall on the day you missed him the most.
As you sit on the floor of your dorm room thinking of him, you notice droplets dripping onto the sweater, you didn't realize the hot tears flowing down your face until it soaked into through the sweater onto your shirt.
You missed him, you just hoped he missed you just as much.
I do remember the swing of your step
The life of the party, you're showing off again
And I'd roll my eyes and then you'd pull me in
I'm not much for dancing, but for you, I did
Coming back from abroad was a day you waited for, ever since you decided to transfer to a local university your excitement hasn't quelled, you couldn't wait to see your friends, your family.
And most importantly, Hongjoong.
The party welcoming you back was the warmest welcome you ever could've had, everyone you loved around you telling you how much they missed you, you were so busy entertaining your guests you didn't notice him sneaking up behind you.
"You're back." he said, matter-of-factly.
"Of course, I missed you." You smiled at him, pecking him on the cheek.
He smiled at you, hand on your lower back leading you to the center of the room, the music slowing down as he flashes you his award-winning smile.
You rolled your eyes, he likes to show off how good he was at leading your dances. You were never one to dance by yourself, but who could reject him when the whole crowd is cheering or you to take his hand?
Because I love your handshake, meeting my father
I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets
How you'd kiss me when I was in the middle of saying something
There's not a day I don't miss those rude interruptions
In your memory, you remember the first time Hongjoong met your father, when your dad felt his firm and sure handshake he smiled at him, instantly gaining a bit of respect for the young man in front of him.
That was the day he took you out on your first of many dates. walking confidently beside you, hands in both his pockets as you talk about everything and anything on your long walks.
One of these walks was beside a lake, you were talking about nothing important in particular, he was watching you intently, yes, watching, not really listening.
In the middle of you rambling, he leans in to press his lips to yours.
You're surprised by the rude interruption, but his cheeky smile made it hard to stay mad at him.
So I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep
And I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe
And I'll keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are
Hope it's nice where you are
Reminiscing wasn't something you did often, you found that thinking too much of the past only made it harder to move on. But looking at Hongjoong in your mutual friend's recent Instagram post, his smile finally reached his eyes, just as it used to.
Ever since the break up, Hongjoong hasn't mentioned you anywhere, and when people mention your name to him, it takes him a second to remember who you were.
You think back on the memories you shared with him, sad that they slip through his mind while you sit in your own loneliness trying to convince yourself that you're over it.
Looking back at the picture, you note that they're somewhere you couldn't recognize. You hope he had a nice time, where ever he was.
And I hope the sun shines and it's a beautiful day
And something reminds you, you wish you had stayed
You can plan for a change in the weather and time
But I never planned on you changing your mind
The sun finally rose, it always has, but this time it was literal.
The shadow over your face lifted as you watched the last of your pictures together burn in your fireplace, keeping those picture did you more harm than good.
Some days you catch yourself still asking where it went wrong. But then again, some things are better left to ignorance.
You still miss him, he doesn't.
Even after all this time, his name lingers on your lips, just like your Last Kiss.
I never thought we'd have a last kiss
Never imagined we'd end like this
Your name, forever the name on my lips
Just like our last kiss
Forever the name on my lips
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Hello everyone! Check out the Felix One-shot of our mahiwagang member, Riel ꕤ.
FROM THE OTHER SIDE.
pairing: non-idol!felix & gender-neutral!reader
featuring: svt jeonghan and seungkwan
genre: fluff, very minimal comedy (just boohan + reader bickerings), lowkey soulmates au, part of painting faith universe
warnings: none
word count: 2.1k words
synopsis: all you hoped was for you and the cousin's heir to be fated to meet each other. but perhaps the string of fate (and your brothers) quickly pulled you to him sooner than you thought.
tag list: @kpopstuffs @awooghan @cosmic-railwayxo (join the taglist here!)
note: well,,, i am back? here's how felix and his (future) lover met for the spin off/prequel of some sort i'm writing for the painting faith universe!! sorry if this appears to be a little bad and bland since i'm quite rusty like it's been MONTHS since i last wrote something long lol (and yes, i made boohan the reader's older brothers bc why not?? :p) ... hope you'd enjoy this bit !!!
another note: there's no need to read painting faith for this!!! this can be a standalone fic :> just take note that this universe has rival gang au elements, so expect bits of the concept to be mentioned here, that's all !!!
© linonyang - all rights reserved. please do not copy, translate, modify, repost, or claim as yours.
That face in particular felt like home.
It felt familiar. There is something comforting with the freckles on his cheeks that are as beautiful as the mysteries of space, along with the lashes sitting as delicate as flower petals. The graceful movements and the gentle smile on his face are enough to brighten the sky and calm the seas.
All you know is that he is related to some of the notorious figures of the city. Also, you only know his name and nothing else. You do not know how he lives, what he likes, and what he exactly does.
You just hope you get to cross paths someday, just to know him.
Seeing him walk around the streets every weekend as a regular among the tented market stalls was enough for you to grow this puzzling curiosity over the Leyva. You have spent the past months sighting the boy every time you spent your early mornings with your brothers at a cafe nearby.
You were brought back to reality by your older brothers who caught you staring at the noble across the stone road.
“Why are you drooling over that Leyva, _____?”
“Kwannie, the boy is not a killer, unlike his family! Plus, I think he’s quite handsome, there’s no denying that the Leyvas has such genes—”
“Says the narcissist who always admits he’s the most handsome bachelor of the city—”
You laugh and move one of them away from the other, in case anything physical happens. They naturally don’t bicker with each other, but a really great laugh always omits from you whenever they do once in a while.
Attempting to debunk your brother’s claim, you smile with fondness towards Seungkwan as you recover from laughing over your brothers’ antics, “I’m not drooling over Felix, Seungkwan!”
“My, _____, it doesn’t look like that,” he comically tilts his head, hums, and raises his left eyebrow, enough to make you chuckle further over your brothers.
Jeonghan waves his hand to the younger brother, “We barely see our youngest eyeing someone, let them be!”
That’s how it goes among the three of you. You never bothered to propose any changes as all of you peacefully and mirthfully grew up together as siblings. Energies might be different for every member of the family, but they all blend very well at home.
“You know what? We’ll visit our mother later tomorrow anyway, why won’t you buy a lovely bouquet of flowers from any of the shops there?” you hear the eldest offer as you bite into the delicious pastry you ordered earlier.
Seungkwan, knowing the intentions behind Jeonghan’s suggestion, hits Jeonghan’s shoulder with his fist and cries, “Ah, I know why you’re asking _____ to do that!”
Jeonghan exclaims and defends you, “I’m doing _____ a favor! They’re old enough to make decisions for themselves. Seriously, Kwannie, let them do what their heart desires!”
You are still aware that they’re in the stage of bickering, so you don’t take into heart Seungkwan’s hostility towards the idea of you getting interested in someone. However, you have to thank Jeonghan for not invalidating the mere possibility of you liking Felix. He didn’t seem to care that you’re doing what many young adults do.
There is just this feeling erupting within your chest every time you see the blond boy.
However now, he is nowhere to be seen in the shops across your seat. He presumably left the area and fled to somewhere else.
Maybe it is not time for you to cross paths, as opposed to Jeonghan’s idea, but there is no harm in walking through the same steps as where Felix just walked moments ago.
Walking out of your seat, you amuse your brothers by telling them you’re going to follow what Jeonghan said. Consequently, you take a few steps back to snatch the purse on the table owned by your brothers and go on with buying a bouquet.
The walk to the shops was very quick, as the cafe was right across the first few stalls under the tents. You thought of splurging with the cash in the purse—more like including buying things you are sure you and your brothers would enjoy.
You know that your brothers would be absolutely endeared with anything matching, hence why you bought three beaded keychains that are shaped like flowers. What makes them more special is that the beads are gradient, making them look prettier than they already are. You decided to match them too with the hibiscus bouquet you eyed on your way to the keychains stall. Both had a combination of violet, pink, and orange, which materialized the sunset your mother always loved.
Your train of thought about your mother took over your mind while window shopping for more items you could purchase. Technically, you’re unable to buy anymore at this point as your hands are immediately full. The large purse your brothers own already takes up one hand, the bouquet for the other hand, and the small bag for the keychains is already hanging in one of your forearms. If you ever buy something else, you just hope that they have bags prepared.
Conscious of what you smell, and your heart calling for the sweet-smelling of banana loaves and brownies, you rush towards the bakery stall and plan to bring home something that you and your brothers can munch on at the end of the day.
Once your sense of smell feels the strongest of the bread and pastries and your eyes are completely fixated on them, you immediately ask for the price.
“Your order’s on us! This is our first time including these in our shop, so feel free to take some home and let us know if it’s great to bake more of these,” the lovely granny tells you.
Your head turns up and you unintentionally create eye contact with one person you never expected to meet.
“Our terrific Felix here decided to help us and include more to the shop,” the granny pats the boy’s back, “he volunteered to bake some samples to be distributed today first before officially including them in the menu.”
Your heartstrings tug at the thought of the boy you’ve been eyeing from afar actually playing a large part in this specific stall, especially during the peak days of struggle in the city. You have known him to be a part of the Leyvas, but you have seen enough to know that he has a soft spot and takes part in many activities in the city.
Never did you expect that he would directly help a family, all you’ve seen from sighting far away was him supporting many of the stalls by purchasing and befriending many of the vendors.
Staying away from the other side all this time, maybe you haven’t seen everything yet. And seeing more of it just makes your heart yearn for this young boy.
As the sweet old lady steps away to deal with another customer, the blond smiles at you and says, “I hope you’ll enjoy these! Granny Lou has been special to me, especially to the Leyvas, so I hope the inclusion of new bakes soon can help them somehow, especially they’ve been in need of money for a while now.”
You gasp and eagerly nod. You point at the pastries on the table in between both of you to signal to him that you’ll be taking home (potentially) delicious baked goods. Just based on the aroma, you have no doubts so far that you’d loathe them.
Felix softly asks which you’ll be bringing home, and you answer what you truly want—the banana loaf and brownies—with a smile on your face.
He quickly goes his way to grab a paper bag and prepare your order.
Much to your surprise, he works very enthusiastically. He appears to be enjoying this sideline, just by noticing how he communicates and moves around the stall.
“Here is your order! A loaf and three slices of brownies,” he reaches out a warm brown paper bag, “and three large cookies! I have a feeling that you might enjoy these cookies too!”
Eyes widening, you quickly wave your hand in disapproval and attempt to return the bag, “I believe I would, but this is too much already! Let me pay to help Granny Lou for today, at least!”
Felix shakes his head and gently pushes your hands away, “As granny said, it’s on us. If you want to pay so badly, just come back next week and let us know if you liked the food!”
You sigh. Clearly, you have no choice now, so you reluctantly nod and tell him, “Alright, I’ll let you guys know next week. I’ll also let you know what my brothers think of them.”
You’re not sure why you’re daring yourself to face him once again next week, but you’ll just pray that you’ll be as sane as today when you meet him again.
The blond boy clad in linen squeals and clasps his hands together, “That’s great, more feedback! We’d appreciate that so much!”
“Will you still be here next week?” you ask, finding your way to include another bag in your hands. Barely able to hold everything on your hands, you hear Felix answer yes and ask if you need a larger bag for the things you have to hold.
“Nope, I’m all good. My brothers are nearby, I can give some of them once I return to them,” you look up to meet Felix’s worried face, “really though, no worries, I’m alright. I just didn’t expect to purchase a lot today.”
Worry still apparent in Felix, he asks you once again, “You sure?”
“Yes, _____, will be fine. We’re here!” Felix jumps at the voice coming from nearby, he instantly assumes that your brothers have come.
“Kwannie, you’re so loud!” you hush to Seungkwan, moving your hands up and down to let him know that he should tone down his voice. Jeonghan silently grabs half of the things you’re holding and elbows Seungkwan to grab what remains in your hands.
In the middle of Jeonghan waiting and Seungkwan sulkily playing with you to get the things out of your hands—his voice booming with “Oh, come on, let me hold something for you!”—which made Jeonghan pinch Seungkwan on the waist, Jeonghan quickly greets Felix, which he returns with the same amount of enthusiasm he had with everyone else, and tells you both to go and finally return home.
Just a few steps away from the stall, you ultimately greet Felix with a sweet goodbye. Felix then gleefully waves his hand and tells you, “See you next week!”
“Seems like someone will be meeting someone next week!” Jeonghan smiles and wraps his arm around your shoulder. The eldest appears to be more ecstatic than ever.
“Out of all the people you could meet though, you met a Leyva, _____,” Seungkwan mumbles.
Jeonghan immediately speaks for you, surprisingly. “I’m pretty sure our youngest knows what they’re getting into. It’s okay to warn them, but don’t overwhelm them too much until the point that your constant warnings will sound discouraging.”
Seungkwan rubs your head with his cheek in worry, “I know, I know. Just be careful, especially since the Leyvas have something going on with the Solanos at the moment. Their tension has gone worse lately, I think it’s just a little scary to be associated with any of them at the moment.”
“I think I’ll be fine. It’s not that he’ll fall in love with me very soon, I think just getting to know him would suffice for me right now,” you unconsciously smile at the thought of finally talking to him.
For someone who’s a desperate hopeless romantic, you are quite lucky to finally bring the prospective red string quicker than you thought. “Something is pulling me onto him, I don’t know what exactly, but I have a good feeling with it. I surprisingly didn’t freak out when he suddenly entered my vision,” you giggled.
Also rubbing your head with his cheeks, Jeonghan giggles and pinches your cheeks, “_____ is falling in love, at last!”
You’ve never been this insane about a guy, which kind of scares you. But as you said earlier, with your impressive performance of not freaking out in front of Felix, you have a great hunch that things will be fine with him—you just know it. You instantly felt this sense of comfort with him on your first contact together, and you have a feeling that it would go on in the future.
“We better make you look good next week—”
“I’m just gonna visit him in the market again, Seungkwan!”
“I’m just looking at it as a date!”
“It is not, shut up!”
#✦ ˚₊✩‧₊hm#hima: linonyang#hima: stray kids#hima: seventeen#hima: felix#hima: jeonghan#hima: seungkwan#hima: 13+#hima: fluff#hima: crack
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Hello everyone! Check out the Winter smau of our mahiwagang member, Roni ꕤ.
peach eyes.
PAIRING. winter x fem!oc
CATEGORY. one shot social media au, fluff, crack/humor, established relationship, celebrity!au, guitarist!winter, actress!oc
WARNINGS. unserious as hell im sawry ???, fake subs for the video!
SYNOPSIS. what it’s like being the girlfriend of lead guitarist, winter kim.
BEFORE YOU READ. so… i’ve decided to write for aespa now 😀 initially intended for this to be x reader but it was hard kinda since i started using kyj as the face claim so i made it x oc 🥹 anw little bg info before u read: winter is in a band called “entropy” and her bandmates are hyuck, jeno, and yunjin! oc is an actress & jaemin is her co-star :D enjoy reading 🫶🏼
NOTES. i love celeb!aus so much u guys i wanna make more... might make this a mini universe with other one shot sm!aus with the members anw i hope u guys enjoyed this and lmk if any of u want to be added in the taglist for future aespa smaus!
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Hello everyone! Check out the Ryujin smau of our mahiwagang member, Roni ꕤ.
introducing: roommate!ryujin
PAIRING. roomie!ryujin x fem!oc
CATEGORY. filo smau, crack/humor, fluff?, archi student!ryujin, rich girl!oc
WARNINGS. language, brief mention of slapping someone, oc may be annoying im sawry 💀, self indulgent as hell kasi bakit walang itzy filo smaus dito !?
SYNOPSIS. the last thing ryujin needs is a spoiled rich girl to look after, but unfortunately, she couldn’t really say no when her mom asked her to let her friend’s daughter live with her, which leads her to her current predicament: having silver lim as her new roommate. [or alternatively: random conversations between ryujin at ang bagong roommate niya na si silver.]
BEFORE YOU READ. heyyyy besties! here is another mini smau series centered around roommate!ryujin, same universe as rb!jaemin 🫶🏼 (may cameo dito ang oc from that au series na si june) quick info lang before reading: ryujin is an archi student while oc is a fashion major with minor on business at parehas silang 2nd years, sakura is oc’s cousin, and ang black and white panel ay flashback. as usual, neo university pa rin sila nag-aaral HAHAHAHAH enjoy babes 🥹
NOTE. yall im sorry 30 panels agad nacarried away ako 😭 anw lmk if you want to be tagged sa future installments (INSTALLMENTS !?!?!?) ni roomie!ryujin 🥰
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Hello everyone! Check out the Seungmin fic of our mahiwagang member, Sage ꕤ.
warning: this fic contains possible triggers such as food and eating disorders. read at your own discretion.
잘 먹겠습니다! (I Will Eat Well!)
잘 먹겠습니다 (jal meokkessumnida) is roughly translated to 'I will eat well' and is usually said before eating meals.
PAIRINGS: kim seungmin x fem!reader
GENRE: angst and fluff
CONTAINS: established relationship, non-idol au, chubby/plus sized!reader
CONTENT WARNINGS: struggles with eating food, implied skipping meals, topics about food and food consumption in general, implied body insecurites, nakedness but not in a nsfw kind of way. If your triggers are food and ED (eating disorder) related, feel free to not read this post!
WORD COUNT: 659 words
A/N: this one is for the chubby/plus size girlies who struggle with eating. i hope one day, you'll wake up and eat one of the best meals you'll ever have and not feel guilty right after. we all deserve to eat guilt-free. just know that you are seen and you are heard and you are never alone. Also, my taglist is back! Yay!
Contrary to popular belief, Seungmin is quite observant. He knows that he could often strike as someone who’s stoic, mostly sarcastic with his snarky attitude, which can always lead to the assumption that he probably wouldn’t notice tiny and minute details about the people he’s around with, especially those he truly cares for. Don’t let his constant teasing fool you.
He sees you, and I mean really sees you. Always has ever since you quite literally walked into his life, and he thanks whoever deity was responsible for making you bump into him that day. He may have broken his phone in the process but hey, what good would his crappy Iphone 10 with a shitty battery would do if he didn’t meet you? So in Seungmin’s perspective, it was worth it (though he would tease you about it from time to time, he swears that he’s never gonna live it down).
He made it a point to learn every possible thing about you since then. What did you like? What did you not like? What are you most afraid of? What are the things you loved? What were your quirks? Did you like your eggs scrambled or with the sunny side up? Do you put the toilet seat up or down?
It may sound so silly, but your honor he’s so in love! He may never show it in a conventional way, but boy is he really smitten about you.
He knows you like the back of his palm and he reads you so well like an open book, all too well for your liking, because there’s not a single day where all your slumps go unnoticed, which means that there’s no way to physically hide your feelings when something is bothering you.
So yes, he notices it whenever you stare at your food before you eat with a glum expression all over your face, and notices how you’d pick at your food while you’re deep in thought. He sees the way your eyes seem to linger on your body whenever you look in the mirror, or how you seem to avoid pictures that involve getting your whole body into view like it’s the plague.
He sees and he just knows.
You didn’t need to hide your struggles from him, you didn’t need to shut yourself in the bathroom just to cry anymore. He sees it and he’s there almost immediately. And you feel him, like an anchor tugging at you and keeping you afloat. You feel his comforting squeeze on your hand, you feel his kisses at your temple that came from his heart.
And most importantly, you feel safe enough to enjoy your meals with him. Skipping meals and unhealthy diets were no longer in your dictionary ever since you started dating him.
“Hey,”
The warmth of his arms that wrap around you was as warm as his voice, effectively pulling you out of your head.
“Look at me.”
Stood in front of the mirror with him behind you, his chin tucked on your shoulder and head resting against yours, he smiles the moment your eyes meet. And without hesitation, he says…
“You look beautiful.”
Days like this when he sees you running your hands all over your naked body as you check yourself out in front of the mirror, your fingers digging into the soft valleys of your flesh as you silently wish that you were a tad smaller with tears brimming your eyes, he makes sure to kiss every part of you that you can’t seem to love just for you, before making you your favorite meal straight from the heart.
As he places the steaming bowl of your favorite soup right in front of you, he kisses the top of your head.
“Now, what do we say before we eat?”
You beam at him, the delicious smell already making your mouth water and your worries dissipate into thin air.
“I will eat well!”
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Hello everyone! Check out the Felix fic of our mahiwagang member, Sage ꕤ.
warning: this fic contains explicit content not suitable for minors. read at your own discretion.
Felix tied up with a pretty red ribbon on Christmas morning naked and eager for you to fuck his brains out
i hope im not too late on posting a christmas fic ><
It's Me, I'm Your Present
PAIRINGS: Lee Felix x Fem!Reader
GENRE: Mature (Smut) and Fluff
CONTAINS: established relationship, non-idol au, swearing
SMUT WARNINGS: dom/sub dynamics, mommy kink, sub!lix, soft dom!reader, pegging, use of strap, handjobs, felix cums a lot, kissing, brief fingering, implied pussy eating, ribbon used to tie felix up, i think that's it actually lmk if i missed anything
WORD COUNT: 1,710
A/N: this has no plot, just pure smutty fluffy sex. also, i am once again ditching on putting my taglist at the end because i haven't updated it and im too lazy to put it LMAO IM EEPY!!
It’s the early hours of Christmas morning and the gifts under the Christmas tree are just waiting to be unwrapped. But that can wait, especially when you have your own special gift waiting for you in bed.
Under you, Felix lays in bed, a pretty silk red ribbon wrapped around his wrists and tied off with an even prettier bow. He really looked like present, and even if it’s only 7 am, he’s already so eager to get fucked, legs all spread out while you stay settled between it, strap all ready to go with a matching red dildo just to stick to the theme. You even wore that lingerie he got you, red lace hugging your body and with an underwire on the bra just to give an extra push to your boobs because you know that he always loved seeing your tits jiggle, even more so when you fuck him with your fake cock during missionary.
“Love, please stop staring.”
There’s a tint of red in Felix’s cheeks when he says that, covering his face with his hands just to hide that shy smile of his. You didn’t even realize you were staring, got too lost in your head admiring what was in front of you. “Sorry,” you giggle out, a hand moving to rub his smooth stomach, feeling the way his abs clench under your palm. “You just look too pretty, couldn’t help it.”
If there’s one thing your boyfriend can’t handle, it’s taking compliments. His face turns even redder if possible, his blush reaching the tips of his ears as he whines and further covers his face as much as his tied hands could allow. But all that gets replaced by a sharp gasp, elicited by you pushing against the plug snug in his hole that’s keeping him open.
You watch as the lines by his eyes crinkle as his face contorts to one of pleasure, his hands slowly lowering just so he could see the way you toy with the plug, pushing and tugging it against his rim, and wriggling it around just to see his chest heave as he lets out a groan.
“God, just take it out and fuck me already.” You almost break into laughter at his eagerness, a smile on your face as you push it in against once more, tilting it just a bit just so it could slightly brush up against his prostate. “You’re too impatient, Lixie. How am I supposed to enjoy my sweet present, hm?” Your boyfriend shivers at your actions, his eyes fluttering shut as a surprised moan leaves him. “You keep teasing me,” he huffs out in retort, shooting you a quick glare. “I can’t believe you expect me to be patient after all tha— ah!” His words get quickly cut off the moment you tease your thumb against his leaky slit, precum already dribbling from his cock. “I know, I know,” you coo before wrapping your hand around his shaft, giving it a few tugs in time with you moving the plug in his ass, sending waves of pleasure throughout his body. “I’m being too mean now, am I?”
When you stop your movements altogether, he whines pathetically, hips shifting in mid air as he chases your hand, but you shush him by praising him by the stomach against the mattress just so you could slowly pull off his plug.
His pretty hole winks at you as it gapes and clenches around nothing, the plug having done its job on stretching him open, but still, you push two of your fingers inside just to feel him, scissoring him open just to watch him squirm, his hips bucking into you in hopes that you’d press against his sweet spot.
“Y/n, please,” he pants out. “Just– ngh— just fuck me already. I-I wanna feel you, please.”
“Aww, poor baby.” You stop once again, but this time it’s to give his stomach a few kisses, trailing up to his chest and neck, goosebumps erupting on his skin when your teeth nips at his ticklish spots. “Love, please,” Felix whines out, breath hitching when he feels you lick at one of his hardened nipples, the desperation prominent in his voice. “Fine, fine.” You say, giving one last peck to his lips before sitting back on your heels and grabbing the bottle of lube beside you. “Want mommy to make you feel good, Lixie?” You ask, dribbling some lube on your hand to coat it on the dildo and his hole for good measure. All he does is nod, his blonde hair falling over his eyes as he does so, so you push it back for him before grabbing his tied wrists and place it above his head.
“Alright, my love. I’ll make you feel good, hm?”
Your hands caress his inner thighs as you spread his legs before guiding the dildo toward his hole, the tip slightly pressing on his rim. Before pushing in, you look at him one more time, gauging at his reaction just so you can watch his jaw fall open the moment you slowly slide inside up to the hilt.
“Mmhmm, there you go. Biiiiiig stretch.”
And a big stretch it is. The girth was just enough to have him clench around it and long enough to stir his insides. The toy also curves upward just so it could easily stimulate his prostate without needing to put too much effort on finding the right angle, hence the dildo easily being both his and your favorite to use.
He feels like his breath keeps getting knocked out of him everytime you push back inside, starting out slow just to help him get adjusted before you fuck his brains out, and once he gives you his nod of approval, you give him what he wants.
The bed creaks in time with your thrusts, fucking him in a way you know he likes. Both of your hands keep his legs open while you work your hips, a few beads of sweat already gathering by your temple from your effort.
“Is mommy making you feel good, baby?” You ask breathlessly, now holding him by his hips to fuck him even deeper. “Y-yes,” he moans out weekly, finding it hard to keep his arms above his head because all he wants to just wrap it around your neck instead to pull you closer, to feel more of you, but he knows better than to disobey you. He wants to cum so he’s definitely not risking his chances. “Feels— feels so fucking good–ngh— l-love your cock so much.”
“Yeah? Love it when mommy fucks you with her cock?” There’s a proud smile on your face when you said that, loving the way his eyes are starting to gloss over with unshed tears of pleasure, even more so when you hear him say “Mmhmm, feels s’good. G’nna eat you out later, promise.”
With that, you let a glob of your spit drop to his hard cock resting against his lower abdomen before wrapping your hand around it. “Yeah? You wanna eat mommy out after I fuck you?” He lets out a strangled moan the moment you start to pump him, mainly focusing on his sensitive head and frenulum while you continue to fuck him silly. At this point, Felix thinks his brain is gonna fucking melt out of his ears, his hands moving to grab the pillow under his head.
“Yes, yes! I- shit– wanna taste you, show you how g-good I am— ah!”
“But, Lixie,” you coo, “You’re always so good to me, darling.” He hisses when you press your thumb against the slit of his cockhead, eyes shut tight as he arches his back toward you, a silent curse falling from his lips. “You’re such a good boy for me and an even better present for Christmas.”
“I-I’m good?” he shakily asks, lips trembling as tears start to fall from his eyes which you wipe away as quickly as it streams from his face, your thrusts faltering to a slow grind. “Mmhmm,” you huff out, leaning until you’re chest to chest. “So, so good.”
Your lips finally meet his and you moan into the kiss, tongue dancing with his fighting for dominance before going back to kissing him with so much desire until you ran out of breath. When you pull away, admiring his fucked out state and spit-slicked lips, you start fucking him again, this time with a goal to finally make him cum.
It didn’t take much effort to make him slip over the edge, not when you’re fisting his cock at the same time your fucking him. When he cums, he cums hard, white ropes spilling into your hand and his chest, and there’s so much of it, it almost coats his cock enough for it to be his own lubricant. His high pitched whines sounded like a beautiful melody to you as you milk him through his orgasm, finally slowly your thrusts and the movement of your hand. His cock twitches as it pumps out nothing at this point but the waves of pleasure still washes all over his body, leaving him a panting sweaty mess.
“Good boy, Lixie,” you tell him, cupping your free hand over his face and thumbing at the skin. “You did such a good job for me, baby. Open.” Felix’s eyes flutter open as he leans into your touch, parting his lips just like what you asked so you could put your soiled fingers into his mouth. The taste of his own cum making him moan, his spent cock jumping in surprise, arousal pooling once again in his belly.
You pull your fingers off his mouth with a loud pout before licking at what’s left of it, making Felix curse at the sight.
“Fucking hell, you’re nasty.” He jokes with a tired chuckle and you couldn’t help but giggle.
“Face it, love. We’re both on the naughty list this year, just be thankful you’re getting fucked and not coal.”
“Do I get pussy too?”
You roll your eyes at that, a smile still on your lips, but your fingers move to hook over the faux leather of your strap to remove it. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Anything for my present.”
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Hello everyone! Check out the Stray Kids headcanon of our mahiwagang member, Sage ꕤ.
warning: this fic contains explicit content not suitable for minors. read at your own discretion.
Face sitting with SKZ
this time, it's them sitting on your face <3
PAIRINGS: OT8 x fem!Reader
GENRE: Mature (Smut) and fluff
CONTAINS: established relationship, non-idol au
GENERAL WARNINGS: none
WORD COUNT: 1.3k words
A/N: this is for 🐌 anonnie who commissioned me to do this! Thank you so much!! I'll write you something as a gift really really soon as my thank you <3
smut warnings under the cut!
SMUT WARNINGS: face sitting/riding, rimming, ass eating and cock sucking, implied dom/sub dynamics on some members, degradation, body worship, cum shots, anal fingering
Bang Chan
He gets so shy and blushy??? Like you know how he covers his face as an attempt to hide himself with his shy smile and giggles? Yeah, like that, except he’s hovering above you with his thighs on either side of your head, hesitating whether he should actually sit on top of you or not. Chan is pretty open to trying new things so it didn’t take that much convincing to get him to agree to this little experiment. Besides, he’s no stranger to doing butt stuff (yes, you’ve pegged him once). “Now you understand why I don’t sit on your face right away when you tell me to?” You tease him, and he only replies with a shy “Lovieee stop teasing,” doing his lil face scrunch :(( While he tries to gather whatever is left from his dignity, you take the time to run your hands over the strong muscle of his thighs, admiring his smooth skin and the fading bruises you gave him a few days prior. Also, he may be shy, but he’s also evidently turned on because his cock hangs heavily between his legs, twitching in anticipation. Just know he wouldn’t last long with all the stimulation that’s going on. Your hand pumping his spit-slicked cock, your tongue licking up his balls, your fingers opening his tight lil ass, all the while you look at him straight in the eyes. Yup, he’s busting quick.
Lee Minho
Needless to say, he’s amused and you’re the one who’s flustered which wasn’t supposed to be the plab. It was you who’s supposed to be in control tonight, it was you who was supposed to take the reins, but why does it feel like Minho is still the one who’s in control? “Come on, jagi. We don’t have all night,” he’d say the moment he caught you staring at him with wide eyes. That’s when you realized that you have no idea what you’re doing and why you thought that it was such a good idea to think that you have control over him. He’s the one whose ass would be eaten tonight but it still feels like he’s the one eating you alive. Ah, but even if Minho’s a menace and would be such a tease, he’s not cruel enough to not guide you, besides, you were brave for taking the initiative to spice things up (and for thinking that you could dom over him), he’d give you that. So there he is, an amused and proud smile on his face while he has his thick fucking legs caging your head, making sure that there’s definitely no escape.
“Right there, baby, that’s it— fuck,” he’d praise you while you lick over his rim, using both of your hands to keep his ass spread open while he jerks himself off. You appreciate the little kick of his hips as he starts to chase his high, but he only cums the moment u slip a finger inside his hole and press against his prostate. Yeah… he definitely came a lot but it’s a mess that you’re more than happy to lick clean.
Seo Changbin
Listen, the baby girl deserves baby girl treatment ok? That means, it is an absolute MUST and I mean MUST to give his thighs kisses before you go to town on him. I just know that Binnie absolutely loves it when you lick the inside of his thigh too (he’s sensitive there and gives out the best of moans). Did I also mention that he also loves getting praised? Just love him, adore him, run your hands all over his legs and ass, hell— even his soft stomach. Tell him he looks absolutely beautiful and so so strong, he’ll definitely end up fucking his cock in your mouth until he busts with fat tears rolling down his face.
Hwang Hyunjin
He’s like Minho. He’s amused, and I just know that he really enjoys sitting on your face. Like full on sitting until you tap his ass to get some air. He’s so demanding too, ordering you around just because he can. He’s also such a grinder? He’s just very focused on getting as much pleasure as he can from your mouth. He absolutely loves it when you push your tongue pass his rim, he’d even bounce on it too. Do that while you jerk him off, specifically focusing on his tip, you’ll have his runny cum dripping all over your fingers and wrists (he cums in buckets) while his thighs shake from the stimulation <3
Han Jisung
Just another baby girl that deserves baby girl treatment, but make it nasty. I’m pushing my gross!jisung agenda here so just expect the involvement of a lot of spit. Loves it when you slick his cock with as much saliva as you can, might spit on his own cock too just for good measure. With Jisung, it’s honestly just messy ass eating and handjobs that has him going whenever he gets to sit on your face. He’s also really grabby, loves pulling on your hair to push your head further against his bottom so he can grind against you. Also, he loves to just cum all over you. Today, it’s on your face, tomorrow? Who knows! Maybe on your chest or just all over the sheets <3
Lee Felix
He can cum untouched tbh and would honestly love it if you just focus on fingering his ass open. His adorable lil cocklet would just be dripping precum all over your chest while you work your way through until you find his prostrate. While your fingers are busy, your lips are doing its work by placing kisses all over the tiny little freckles on his thighs, and just like his Binnie hyung, he’s also very sensitive there so don’t be afraid to also give him a few licks!! His usual deep voice turn into high piched moans the moment he cums, his cock twitching as his cum just drips down his shaft and down your face in the form of pretty little droplets.
Kim Seungmin
Ok, not gonna lie, he’s probs hesitant to try it because he probs think it’s weird because it isn’t that common. You’ve sat on his face before, and this time, it’s his turn to sit on yours. His usual snarky and dominant side just… disappears into thin air because he can’t even look at you. He’s just so embarrassed and seeing him all shy like this, losing his composure, was definitely something you’ve never seen before. You figured that teasing him might scare him more so you save that for later. Instead, you just soothe his nerves by rubbing the skin of his legs, reassuring him that it’s all okay, it’s just you and him and the pleasure you’ll give him the moment he relaxes. Seungmin would probably never admit it, but the way your tongue just moves against his rim then to his balls to the base of his cock??? It definitely has him seeing stars. And the way your hand moves in tandem on his tip really has him feeling his orgasm bubbling deep within. When he cums, he cums with a broken groan, his hands clutching against the headboard with labored breaths because he did not expect that to feel so good.
Yang Jeongin
Oh yeah, he’s filthy. He’s the guy who’d make you eat his ass during blowjobs, so him sitting on your face just makes things more accessible to do a more filthy stop. His mouth is equally filthy, degrading you for being such an obedient lil bitch for him, letting him use your face just to get off. Might even use his phone to record you with the flash on with your tongue fuck his ass. Threatens to send it to the boys if you misbehave but you know damn well he wouldn’t do that because no one is allowed to see you acting like his little slut! “Fuck yeah, baby. Love eating my ass so much like the filthy bitch you are? Hm? Love it when I use your tongue to make myself cum?” and cum he does, jerking himself of to completion and spills unto your awaiting tongue and face <3
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Hello everyone! Check out the Bang Chan fic of our mahiwagang member, Sage ꕤ.
warning: this fic contains explicit content not suitable for minors. read at your own discretion.
Sin Incarnate
what's the point in repenting when you'll do it all over again?
PAIRINGS: Bang Chan x fem!Reader
GENRE: Mature (Smut)
CONTAINS: Priest!Chan, lots of religious themes (mainly catholic with possible inaccuracies), age gap between Chan and Reader (about 20 years), Chan is referred to as Chris here, infidelity, implied and briefly described smut.
WORD COUNT: 1,148k
A/N: this actually came out a bit softer than intended lol but I hope ya'll still would enjoy!
smut warnings under the cut!
SMUT WARNINGS: kissing, choking, piv, implied creampies
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”
Over twenty years of serving as a priest, he has never seen anyone as beautiful as you. You, a younger woman, well enough in her early twenties, who carries herself with so much grace, it is no wonder people seem to fall in love with her quickly.
Chris was no exception to that too.
He has always admired the way you look whenever you’re on your knees, praying ever so intently. He sees you, always, despite the fact that you would always sit in the back row with your husband. Chris never liked him, the young man only a few years your senior. For some reason, he never liked the fact that you were wed to him too early, you never loved the man anyway. You said so yourself during your confessionals as you prayed for forgiveness over harboring hatred towards your spouse.
Your beauty first graced his church a few summers ago as if you were the virgin Mary herself, and Chris found himself praying every night for forgiveness for looking at someone else's wife ever since then.
“It has been three days since my last confession.”
He knew better than to do something he could regret, and he knew that fighting against temptation was no use. But he could never seem to flee from you, sin incarnate disguised as an angel straight from heaven.
“Tell me, dove. What sins have you committed since then?”
Down at the old church, where the dungeons used to be, Chris’ thumb glides over your bottom lip as you kneel between his legs, your head resting against his right thigh as you stare up at him with eyes filled with nothing but sin.
Your skin glows with the candlelight that decorates the priest’s quarters, making it even harder for Chris to take his eyes off of you. He wouldn’t even dare to blink. Does your bastard husband even adore you the way he does?
You press a soft kiss on the pad of his thumb, one that has his insides swirling in all places.
“I find myself thinking about another man while my husband is away,” you admit, your lips moving against his digit before taking it in, your teeth now biting on his nail bed.
The man before you only hums, slightly shifting on his spot before he removes his thumb on your mouth only to smear your spit over your lips like gloss before cupping your cheek.
“What else?”
“I slept with him,” you say, your hands now moving to smooth over his trousers, feeling the firm muscle of his legs beneath the fabric. “Repeatedly. Multiple times. For days. While my husband gets too busy working in the factory.”
Inch by inch, your hands travel higher and higher until it cups over his hardening length, squeezing ever so slightly until it drags out a hiss from him.
“What should I do to absolve myself from my sins, Father?”
For a moment, Chris thinks that he should be the one who’s asking that question. How could a well loved priest like him who’s been serving the church for years commit something like this? How can he preach about abstaining from immoral acts when he himself lays with a woman who isn’t even his wife?
A hypocrite, that’s what he is, teaching the followers of his church to look away from lust and flee from temptation, but here he is. Here you are.
“Pray.” He says, leaning forward as he uses both of his hands to hold your face, his fingers brushing against your hair. You can already feel his warm breath hovering against your lips, his eyes seemingly roaming around to examine your features until it lands on your shoulder.
“Repent.”
Goosebumps bloom on your skin, trailing after Chris’ finger as he pulls one of the fallen straps of your dress back to your shoulder, before pulling you closer to him by the chin until your nose touches his. “Ask your God for forgiveness for every wrong doing you’ve done.”
Your hands mirror his, gently holding his face and thumbing at the skin as you scoff at his words. “This is wrong,” you breathed out, yet a small smile still remained on your face, the pads of your fingers feeling the growing stubble by his jaw. “Should I tell God about our little secret?”
Chris huffs out a chuckle at that, eyes closed as he shakes his head. “God knows everything. Even our little secret.”
You hum at that, leaning in to peck his lips.
“Well,” a peck to his cheek.
“If he knows,” a peck to his dimple.
“Let’s just hope he’s good at keeping secrets.”
When your lips meet his once again, he kisses back, and he nearly moans in relief. He clutches your face like you’re his last resort in surviving, the tips of his fingers grazing your scalp as he tries to deepen the kiss until you’re both breathless. He wants you— no, needs you to get him drunk on your lips, so drunk until he doesn’t even realize he’s already laying you down on his bed, doesn’t even recall when both of your clothes are thrown off and are now lying somewhere on the cold floor.
When he feels your warm walls wrap around his poor aching length, he prays that the Lord may forgive him for using his name in vain, but with all the fucked up shit that he’s done, he figures that shouldn’t even be a concern anymore. Not when he has his hand wrapped around your throat, tight enough to leave indents of his fingers and rings on your skin, as he further coaxes you into your orgasm, until he has you trembling beneath him as your walls flutter around his cock. He finds himself basking in the sin of pride as he watches you writhe from the overstimulation as he continues to fuck you, wondering if your husband ever fucked you this good or if he’s the only one who’s managed to make you scream into the night as your poor cunt creams all over his stupidly fat dick.
“Pretty little dove, so good for me. All for me, yeah?”
Would he be selfish if he chooses to unload inside your womb? Would he be selfish if he chooses to fuck his cum back inside you all over again, leave you stuffed enough until your pussy can no longer hold his cum in anymore?
When he hears you weakly cry out, “More, Chris. Oh God, give me more,” he figures that he’d rather face the day of judgment than to stop now.
So when your husband comes forward to break good news to him a few months later, with you in tow wearing your Sunday’s best and with an even more prominent baby bump, he tells him you're both expecting.
He only hopes your husband misses the knowing look the two of you shared.
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Hello everyone! Check out the Haechan smau of our mahiwagang member, Roni ꕤ.
heart can’t lose [70]
PAIRING. lee haechan x fem!oc
WARNINGS. language
SUMMARY. fourth year pre-med student and neo university student council president, haechan lee does not have the time for relationships. instead, he focuses his attention on his studies and extracurriculars, so as not to disappoint his parents. that is until hera seo came along—and everyone starts to wonder if the university’s golden boy would finally let his heart lose.
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NOTE. hi…so… prolly updating tomorrow too…. HAHAHAHA i had to look up if it was really possible to take the boards right after graduating and i saw one article from the philippines where a nursing student did it a month after graduating and topped the boards... honestly thats how i imagine arkin hyeon did it... (do yall ever wonder about arkin's role in this series? 🤭)
i think i've mentioned it before but the setting of this au (in my head, at least) is in the philippines... because thats all i know 😭🤞🏼
ALSO i had to change hyuck's lockscreen... bc it's been so long since i opened social dummy and i lost the photo and i couldnt find it anymore 😭🤞🏼
anyway see yall tomorrow i hope ur ready :p
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Hello everyone! Check out the Haechan smau of our mahiwagang member, Roni ꕤ.
back to december
PAIRING. haechan x reader
CATEGORY. filo social media au, one shot, crack, humor, exes to ???
WARNINGS. language
SUMMARY. mapapa-"i miss your tan skin, your sweet smile" ka na lang talaga.
NOTE. happy back to december season! HAHAHAHA honestly di ko alam ano to natripan ko lang 😭 enjoy!
TAGLIST. @archivedmkl @nctasdfghj @wooyoung-a @morkleetrash @kkotjia @i-aecrysture @injunified @smolpeyy @pepperrye @hibuki-chan @hannie-dul-set @chanfilms @yiz-yo @anya-writes-stuff @w0nderr @mihyu-ckie @remisaki @fullsunld @main-figuresk8-sunghoonie @dejavukirstein @seijenoh @renjun-pretty @skzbeyleynjasnct @yoitbb @najaeminluvbot @hazyru @lune1897 @heynayu @chimajeyn @rensaure @13isacoolnumber @liljeongseong @marahuyornjn @eureah @markleepooh @000rpheus @nanayogurt @luvenshiti @j-8star @flovezen @jaeyuuns @yoonhanzjaem @ssuungchans @shairamaexx @hibernatinghamster @roseltgiri
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Hello everyone! Check out the Hongjoong fic of our mahiwagang member, Rie ꕤ.
warning: this fic contains explicit content not suitable for minors. read at your own discretion.
[01:12]
Summary: 🚬
Characters/Pairing(s): Hongjoong x Reader
Genre: Suggestive, Fluff
AUs/Trope info: Smoker!AU, Non-Idol!AU, Established relationship
Word Count: 318
Warnings: smoking (duh), shotgunning, making out, no smut tho
Rating: 18+
A/N: smoker hongjoong brainrot brought to you by this tweet
Your boyfriend is hot.
He's literally just, holding a cigarette, like he usually does, but, he's hot right now. It must be the full moon because you are horny.
He's just sitting there, existing, being the finest man to exist-
"Babe if you keep giving me the 'fuck me' eyes you might as well just ask." Hongjoong said in an amused tone.
"I mean, well, but you look so hot when you smoke." You say bringing his hand over to your face to take an inhale from his cigarette.
"You have little faith in me. What makes you think I can't multitask? Fuck you, and smoke?" He said before hitting his cigarette and exhaling the smoke.
"I know you can, but I wanna try something real quick."
Hongjoong raised his eyebrow in question, "Yeah? What is it?" he asked, about to let go of the cigarette to snuff it out in the ashtray.
You grab his wrist, taking in one more puff of smoke before leaning in to kiss him, he makes a noise of surprise before accepting your tongue, and the smoke in your mouth.
You're a little disoriented despite initiating the kiss in the first place. "Woah okay, why is shotgunning so hot when it's you?" You say, eyes hazy because of the intense arousal surging through your veins.
"Because I'm me." He says with a confidence only he could pull off. Before taking another inhale and meeting your lips again, pouring the smoke as it fills your lungs again.
The cigarette runs out after a few more times doing this, "Well? Light another? I still wanna make out." You say with a huff.
"Babe, you know we can make out without smoking, right?" He says, catching his breath and wiping the spit from his chin.
"Yeah but-!" You were interrupted by Hongjoong pressing his lips on yours again.
"Smoking can wait for later, I'm hard."
Tags: @kwanisms, @yoonguurt, @shinestarhwaa, @stardragongalaxy, @wooyoungmybelovedhusband, @anyamaris, @dimpledsatan, @haosweater, @starlitmark, @seongwin, @midnxght-sky, @nebulousbookshelf, @piratequeen-queenofgames, @northerngalxy, @yourfatherlucifer, @twisted-tales-of-all, @seumiley, @pocketsky
Network Tags: @cultofdionysusnet, @wonderlandnet, @kflixnet,
Strikethrough: couldn't tag
#✦ ˚₊✩‧₊hm#hima: pyeonghongrie#hima: ateez#hima: hongjoong#hima: 18+#hima: fluff#hima: suggestive#hima: mature (nsfw)
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