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lascvitae · 1 month ago

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POISON ✵ KIM MINJEONG.

❀ ༉ ‧ ₊ ˚ alt. GIRL, YOU DO DAMAGE TO ME

YOU KNOW I LOVE IT, YEAH I LOVE YOU .ᐟ

ᝰ.ᐟ after every fight with your boyfriend, you always end up at minjeong’s place. it’s wrong but she always gives you the comfort you need, even if it hurts her.

ᝰ.ᐟ pairing. situationship g!p!winter x fem!reader ᝰ.ᐟ genre. smut (18+) & angst if you squint ᝰ.ᐟ warning(s). it’s mentioned that minjeong plays baseball, shes secretly in love w yn, cursing, cheating, dom!winter, reverse cowgirl, fingering, choking.

ᝰ.ᐟ wc 2.8k

now playing — poison by brent faiyaz.

ᝰ.ᐟ katty finally feeding into the masc winter delusions

masterlist.

it was the third time this week.

your hands gripped the steering wheel like a lifeline, knuckles turning white underneath the streetlights. the engine hummed beneath you, bass from partynextdoor vibrating through the car. the city blurred past you, neon signs spilling into red lines.

you didn’t even remember making the turn to her building. your body just did it for you.

and when you parked the car, fumbled with your keys to lock the door, her lights were already on. she never let you knock more than twice, no matter what time it was.

the door swung open and minjeong stood there, black tank top clinging to her frame and grey sweats slung low on her hips.

her eyes dragged over you once — slowly and unreadable — before she stepped back to let you in.

you didn’t say anything. just kicked off your shoes and walked past her like you lived there. like this wasn’t the third time in six days that you showed up in the middle of the night, mascara smudged and heart pounding out of your chest.

the door clicked shut behind you.

you stopped in the middle of her living room, arms crossed tight. the tension was already in your shoulders, jaw, and the way your lips were pressed into a thin line. you didn’t need to explain. not really.

minjeong leaned against the door, arms crossed too, but looser. she just waited.

you dropped your bag on the floor with a thud and exhaled. “he’s on that fucking phone again.”

minjeong’s gaze didn’t shift. “same girl?”

“i don’t know. he shuts it off now when i come in. smiles like nothing’s wrong. i’m not fucking stupid.” you laughed, bitter and sharp.

she didn’t argue. you hated that the quiet felt more honest than anything he ever told you.

you stare at the rug like it might tell you what the fuck you’re doing here — again — at 1:14 in the morning while your boyfriend sleeps alone in your shared apartment. or maybe he isn’t. maybe he’s out with someone else. you wouldn’t know. you stopped checking after you sent minjeong a text.

“he said i was paranoid. that i always twist shit in my head. i don’t even care if he’s cheating. i mean—” you press your palms into your eyes, wiping hard. “i care. of course i fucking care. but it’s like… it wouldn’t even surprise me. it wouldn’t even hurt like it should.”

you turned toward her finally, your hands trembling where they tugged at the hem of your sweatshirt. “i don’t even wanna fucking fight anymore. i’m just— i’m tired. of pretending it’s normal.”

minjeong moved then. just a little. pushed off the doorframe and walked towards you like she already knew how this would go.

you caught her looking. not at your face, but at your chest rising and falling, and the way your thighs were clenched.

“you want him to care.” she said.

you nodded. “but he doesn’t. not like—”

you didn’t finish and didn’t make you.

it was silent for a moment.

“i just— fuck, i just need to be touched by someone who actually sees me. is that too much to fucking ask?” you mumbled, voice cracking.

minjeong didn’t answer. she just walked past you, brushing your shoulder on the way and sat on the edge of the couch. same spot she always took when you came over.

you didn’t even think about it. just followed.

you stood in front of her and watched her spread her legs a little, palms on her thighs. her eyes met yours.

“you know what this is.” she said.

you nodded, already crawling into her lap like muscle memory.

you straddled her thighs, skin hot against the cotton of her sweats. her hands stayed still, resting on your hips like she was holding back.

she always did.

her hands slid up your sides, slow. familiar. they always found their way to you. like this was routine. like you were.

then she tugged you closer, breath grazing your neck. “you’re wearing it.” she murmured as she breathed you in.

you froze for half a second — the chain was thin, barely visible under the collar of your sweatshirt. but still, she noticed it.

“i wasn’t trying to.” you said softly, eyes flicking away.

“but you didn’t take it off.”

her voice wasn’t teasing. just a quiet fact that hung in the air. you didn’t answer. didn’t need to.

because she knew you wore it. you posted yourself in it all the time.

her lips brushed your neck before she kissed the spot under your jaw harder. you gasped, fingers curling into the fabric of her shirt. her lips traveled across your throat, hands firm on your waist now.

you rolled your hips before you realized you were doing it — chasing friction like instinct. like memory. like you didn’t even care what time it was or who you were supposed to belong to.

her grip flexed on your thighs.

“been thinking about you all night. knew you’d come.” she whispered into your skin.

your breath hitched. “don’t say it like that.”

“like what?”

“like you expected this. like i’m predictable.”

her hands tightened around your hips, grinding you in her lap.

“you are. at least with me.” she said.

you hated that she was right. how your body leaned into her, thighs clenched around her like routine. how every part of you lit up when she looked at you like this.

her lips dragged up your throat again, slower this time. “you wear my chain. you wear my clothes. you come here.”

“don’t—”

“you do.”

you didn’t answer. you just let your hands slide under her shirt, fingers grazing against her abs.

“he ever buy you anything you actually liked?” she asked.

your hands stilled. “…what?”

“just asking.”

but it wasn’t just a question. it was a knife that she twisted soft and slow.

because you remembered the last time you came over in tears and left with a new jacket. the scent that lingered on you because she knew that you would wear it. all the things she gave without saying they were hers to give.

but you also remembered she never held your hand in public. never called you anything soft outside the walls of her apartment. never posted. never said your name unless it was whispered between your legs.

and you also remembered you have a boyfriend.

and still — you were here.

you leaned down and kissed her hard like it might shut her up. like it might shut you up too.

her hands moved under your sweatshirt. firm and familiar. dragging up your stomach until they cupped your chest.

you shuddered when her thumbs brushed over your nipples through the fabric of your bra, arching into her touch.

“fuck.” you whispered, the word half a breath. your hips rolled again, slower this time, grinding into the muscle of her thigh.

you kissed her again, messier this time, all tongue and desperation. her hands lifted your sweatshirt higher, fingertips brushing the underwire of your bra before slipping beneath it entirely.

your breath caught as her thumbs circled your nipples, slightly calloused palms firm against your skin. you gasped into her mouth, fingers clutching at her shoulders.

minjeong groaned softly when you pulled at her tank top, exposing the cut of her arms. she broke the kiss just for a second and you kissed her collarbone without thinking.

minjeong’s hand stllled on your waist.

“you know i hit a homer yesterday.” she said, voice low.

“oh yeah?” you asked against her collarbone, fingers undoing the clasp of your bra.

“thought of you the whole time.” she murmured.

you almost moaned at the sound of that. but instead, you kissed her harder.

your bra dropped somewhere beside the couch, long forgotten as her hands moved again. it wasn’t rushed, it was steady. like she knew exactly how to touch you.

her thumbs rolled over your nipples and you whimpered, grinding down on her again. this time she flexed her thigh and you felt it, muscle tightening under you like she it knew would make you press your face into her neck.

“minjeong—” you breathed out.

her hands slowly slid down your waist until her fingers hooked beneath your waistband. you didn’t stop her. you lifted your hips instead.

she peeled your shorts off inch by inch, then your underwear, dragging them down your thighs with agonizing patience. you shivered when the cool air hit your skin.

minjeong’s eyes dropped and stayed there.

“fuck. you’re dripping.” she murmured. her voice was tight.

your breath stuttered.

her hand found you fast, two fingers sliding through the mess between your thighs and your head fell back.

“you show up in my chain in the middle of the night begging to be touched, and this pussy’s already ready for me?” she muttered, fingers circling your clit.

you gasped when she slid two fingers into you without warning. you bit down on a moan and clutched at her shoulders. she filled you perfectly, knuckles deep, curling her fingers like she memorized the space inside of you.

your hips rocked into her hand without thinking. it felt too good not to. “f-fuck, minjeong—”

her fingers moved slow and deep, fucking you open while her palm pressed against your clit. her mouth was against your neck again, lips coming up to your ear.

“missed this, baby. i missed you.”

you clenched around her fingers at the sound of that.

“minjeong, need more—“ you gasped.

“i know, baby. i know.”

she pulled her fingers out slow and let you hear it — the wet sound obscene in the quiet of the room. you moaned when she brought them to her mouth and licked them clean, eyes locked on yours.

then she shifted underneath you. sat back just enough to free herself from her sweats, the thick bulge springing out against her stomach. your eyes dropped instantly.

you swallowed. she was big. and you wanted all of it.

“turn around. ride me.” she said lowly.

you didn’t hesitate. just moved.

you climbed off her lap and turned around with your back to her chest, straddling her again. she guided you easily, one hand stroking herself, and the other one gripping your waist.

“you still want it?” she asked, mouth at your ear.

“yes.” you breathed.

“say it.”

“want you to fuck me. please, minjeong.” you whispered.

she pushed in slow — thick length stretching you open inch by inch until you were fully seated, buried to the base. your walls fluttered around her, body tight and gasping from the stretch.

“shit.” you choked out.

her hand slid to your chest again, one palm pressing flat over your sternum and the other one wrapping around your throat.

not squeezing yet. just claiming.

“look at you. sitting so fuckin’ pretty on my cock.” she murmured.

then she started to move.

it was slow thrusts first. dragging her cock through your soaked cunt, watching the way your body took it. then she gave in completely.

she fucked up into you deeper, sharper, grip firm around your throat.

you started grinding back into her, hips circling, walls fluttering around her cock with every slow drag. she let you take your time. let you roll your hips and moan for her, soft and steady, right in her lap.

her hand on your chest moved, palm dragging down to your stomach then between your legs, fingers brushing over your clit like she knew exactly how to fuck you.

“minjeong—” you gasped.

“i got you. just like this. don’t stop.” her voice was soft.

you didn’t. your hips rolled deeper, more desperate, the stretch of her thick cock perfect inside you.

her fingers circled your clit, slow at first, then firmer in rhythm with her hips fucking up into you.

you were falling apart, trembling around her, and she felt every second of it. her cock hit deep, hard against that spot that made your toes curl and her hand at your throat gave just the barest squeeze.

“that’s it. take it. show me how bad you need it.” she breathed.

you moaned her name desperately. your hips rolled back hard into hers now, grinding every time she bottomed out.

“fuck— don’t stop—“ you moaned.

“i won’t. not until you cum on my cock. not until i feel it.” she whispered.

your thighs shook. it was building too fast.

“you think of me when he fucks you? wish it was me instead?” she murmured into your ear.

“yes, always— fuck, minjeong!” you gasped.

she fucked into you harder, rhythm relentless now. her grip on your throat tightened just a little, and your pussy clenched around her like she belonged there.

“that’s it. you gonna cum for me?” she murmured, grip tightening on your throat just enough to make your breath hitch and back arch.

you nodded, whimpering.

“tell me.”

“gonna cum— fuck— minjeong, i’m gonna—”

and then you did, body clenching around her, falling hard and fast with a loud moan of her name.

“good girl. where?” she breathed.

“on my ass.” you panted.

then her hips stuttered. she pulled out fast, hand wrapping around her cock as she came with a groan, thick ropes spilling against your ass and lower back. she pressed her face into your shoulder, jaw clenched like she was holding something in.

you stayed like that, both of you catching your breath quietly. her hands were still on your waist and yours were on her knees.

“you okay?” she asked after a moment, voice low.

you nodded without turning around. “you?”

“always. especially when you come to me like this.” she kissed your shoulder.

you didn’t answer. you didn’t have to. because the room said the rest.

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