bff to lovers with seokmin where you purposely grind back into his crotch to make him hard while your spooning during movie night leading to making out on his lap while giving him a hand job
can i be 🫂 anon pls hehe
tags: friends to lovers, mutual masturbation (kind of), cock worship (kind of), dry humping (kind of), wonwoo being a nerd, there is no spooning (sorry), porn mention
wc: 2k
[part 1.5] [part 2]
it's almost funny.
you wish it were funny—in fact, you'd give anything to be laughing right now.
instead, you contend with the incredibly awkward silence, punctuated by the sound of you rifling around in the popcorn bowl and seokmin's nervous, quiet laughter.
"did wonwoo say this movie had a sex scene?" you ask, lightly nudging seokmin in the ribs in futile hopes of lightening the atmosphere. the light of the screen makes his eyes glow; you're able to admire him even as you both try to emotionally recover from seeing not only full frontal nudity but also what could generously be labeled as the most artsy, beautifully lit porn you have ever seen.
right next to your best friend.
and normally, it would be funny. if you were with chan or soonyoung or minghao or literally anyone else, you know you would be laughing. instead, you're shifting around on the couch, shorts feeling a little too short, panties a little too damp, and eyes wandering a little too close to the drawstrings of seokmin's grey sweatpants.
"n-no, he didn't," seokmin laughs. "leave it up to wonwoo to watch arthouse porn with an hour long introduction." and then he pouts so you laugh, because you always laugh when he pouts, except for some reason you're feeling embarrassingly horny and the hug of seokmin's shirt to his broad chest isn't really helping your situation. when did he get so buff again?
on the couch, you're pressed together, shoulders flush and legs tangled together. it was so comfortable until it wasn't, and now your body feels all too hot, and you wonder if he can feel it radiating off of you.
"well, seokmin, it won an academy award, okay?" you tease, rolling your eyes playfully. you bump your foot against his sock-clad one.
he returns your smile, his goofy and charming. "i dunno, i think he picked the wrong crowd to recommend movies to." and seokmin's right, the both of you watch zootopia every month and enjoy cinema in the form of cat videos and vine compilations.
you notice his cheeks are flushed, but you can't tell if it's the over-saturated light of the movie (which neither of you are paying attention to, even though the sex scene is long over) or if he's feeling as warm and sticky as you. perhaps it's the awkwardness that's permeated the space between the two of you, tender like a bruise.
"i-i'm going to refill the popcorn," you say.
maybe a cold drink of water will make you feel more normal.
"oh, i'll pause it for you." ever sweet seokmin, who thinks you're still watching the movie, begins reaching for the remote.
you attempt to disentangle yourself from his limbs, but the combination of both of you trying to move results in a disastrous tumble back onto the couch, where your hand ends up brushing up against seokmin's crotch.
not only his crotch, but directly over the hardness under the cotton, and you can positively feel all the blood rushing away from your brain, where you need it most.
and then, as if to seal your fate, seokmin wrenches his eyes shut and utters the most guttural fuck you have ever heard. you think your pussy actually starts aching with how turned on you are.
"s-sorry! oh my god," seokmin stammers, chest heaving with another shaky breath. but his hips cant up to meet your hand so desperately, like he's been wanting this to happen the whole time.
seokmin, your best friend in the whole wide world, seokmin who had taught you to ride a bike, who asked you to prom when your crush didn't, who texts you good night and knows all your darkest secrets (well, almost all of them).
seokmin, who you've had a crush on for god knows how long, is hot and hard under your hands and wrapped around your finger.
"i—i can help," you finally say. you lift your hand from his lap, the realization of what's happening finally sinking in. "only...only if you want."
and, unlike anything you've ever pictured in your wildest dreams, seokmin wraps his hand (much larger than yours) around your wrist and drags your palm down on his hardness once again.
"yes, yes p-please—" and when you press down just the slightest, his eyes flutter shut. his thighs are spread wide open and his mouth hangs open in a silent moan.
you've never wanted to ravish anyone this bad in your life before.
god, he must be big, you think, and just to test your hypothesis, your pretty fingers search for the shape of his length through the layers of fabric.
"fuck," seokmin whines. "just take it all off." and you, horny and scatter-brained, fumble with the waistband long enough for him to come to. "is this ok? are you ok with this? you're my best friend and—" he sucks in a deep breath as you yank his sweats down to his knees. "—and i don't wanna, wanna ruin our friendship."
"you idiot." the pet name, usually familiar, makes seokmin keen, hips searching for your hand again. "i've always liked you." then a tug of his boxers to reveal his cock, hard and heavy.
you almost moan aloud when your hand wraps around it, fuck, he is big, and you so badly want to to lick off the pearl of precum at the tip. he whimpers at the mere contact, overwhelmed by your sudden confession and the way your thumb is now stroking the underside of his cock.
"a-always?" seokmin groans loudly when your hand dips down to the base of his dick and you trace a prominent vein with a careful fingertip. "f-fuck, how—how're you so good at this?"
"seokmin, it's always been you." you swipe a thumb over his swollen head, then bring the digit to your lips. seokmin's eyes widen as your lips close around your finger—god, you have no idea how many times he's dreamed of this day—and then wrench shut once again when you pump his thick length once more. "not mingyu from bio—" you twist your wrist for some added friction, and seokmin moans so loud, so prettily. "not seungkwan the barista—" a thumb over the head to spread the rest of the precum over his heated skin. "just you."
seokmin takes yet another shaky breath and places a gentle hand over your wrist, shuddering when you tighten your grip on his cock slightly. "n-not even vernon?"
you shake your head and you don't even need to move your hand at all for seokmin to whine airily again, needy hips stuttering into your fist.
"fuck, f-fuck," he groans. "should've said something earlier. years ago."
you start stroking him again, petting that spot on the ridge of his cockhead that makes him throw his head back and moan.
"a-always," he breathes. "always thought you liked someone else." you trail your fingertips up his length just to see him shudder in pleasure again.
it fills you with a certain possessiveness, the knowledge that you know his heart, all his ins and outs, and now he's letting you map his body out, every inch, with your hands. you push up the hem of his sweatshirt to skim your fingers over his hard abs, watching his now neglected cock twitch at the mere contact.
"no time better than the present," you reply coyly. "now lemme make you feel good."
you kiss his belly button, and he cracks a teary-eyed, tender smile.
"can i touch you?" he asks, but it comes out like a beg. you're about to shush him and give him the best orgasm of his life when he puts his own hand, warm and desperate, on your inner thigh. "please?"
it's daring and reminds you of how much he wants you. you recall the time he zipped up your prom dress, fingers unsteady, or the times you've showered at his place and forgotten a towel, resulting in seokmin running in, white towel wrapped around one hand and the other poorly shielding his curious, wandering eyes. the reverent breath he always takes when you ask him to hold down your shirt so you can take off your hoodie.
"f-fuck," you stammer. "yeah, yeah, go ahead."
your hand, stroking his dick, falters when his fingers prod at your cunt through your shorts, and an unexplainable feeling floods through your body as you realize you've soaked all the way through your panties, leaving a wet spot on your shorts.
"this," seokmin pants, "this wet for me?" he roughly presses against your pussy lips, searching for your clit. "fuck, fuck—" he positively whines when your hips kick up, and you realize your panties are definitely swimming in your arousal.
you can tell seokmin's close by the way he's now fucking into your fist and blindly rubbing the wet spot over your shorts, not lucid enough to think to pull them down. but it doesn't even matter, you're spreading your legs like some whore and slowly grinding against his thick fingers. you know his eyes are burning holes into you, memorizing how your lips part in a moan, how light, gaspy you become when he hits your clit just right.
even over the fabric, it feels so good, so much better than your own hand when you were thinking about seokmin.
"r-remind me to eat you out," seokmin moans. "god, i wanna make you cum so many times. a-already look so good fucked out like this."
your eyes almost roll to the back of your head when he says that. when the fuck did he get such a filthy mouth, but you realize you're not much better given the way he's falling apart so easily in your hand.
"next week?"
"h-how's tomorrow? when soonyoung's gonna be at his girlfriend's place," you ask, and you look over at him to see his head thrown back, wet lips in an "o".
"yeah, fuck. please."
he's so close to his high; you've already discovered he loves when you jack him off at the base and when you twist your wrist just like that. you wonder how he'd feel in your guts, in your mouth. what he'll look like under you.
but you settle for the euphoria you're feeling now. with the eager presses of his palm to your cunt, you're not far off either.
"nngh, seokmin, i—i'm close." you gasp, arching your back against the couch cushions. you place your free hand over his to guide it over where your clit would be; another rut of his palm to your cunt, and you're there, hole fluttering around nothing as you feel all the warmth soak through your underwear.
you wouldn't normally cum so fast or so loudly, but seokmin fucking your hand and whining your name certainly wasn't part of the plan, and it just takes a couple of wanton moans on your part to push seokmin over the edge too, fat cock bucking into your hand like he's never been touched before.
"god, oh fuck," he hiccups as you help him ride out his orgasm, cum sputtering onto his pretty abs. another day, you tell yourself, instead cleaning him up with some napkins from the takeout you got earlier. "you're incredible. fuck. i think i love you."
you kiss his nose, capturing his cheeks between your fingers to bring his face, still flushed, to yours. "i think i love you too," you say, and he smiles. it's ecstatic, beautiful, as you kiss his nose again.
"what the fuck are we gonna tell wonwoo about the movie?" seokmin groans, finally noticing the credits rolling in the background. "and when's soonyoung coming back?"
"please shut up and let me kiss you."
and he gladly does, and you kiss and kiss and kiss because you're best friends and you're in love and nothing, nothing else has ever felt so, so right.
a/n: literally just porn yall what can i say… don’t usually write pwop but somehow i got here so have some cheolrot :)) got another cheol fic in the works (one w an actual plotish lmao bc i think i suck at writing smut)! was gonna name it the time i finished writing but i don’t rlly wanna admit i’m writing smut at 8:47 on a monday night so 12:05 it is
"s-so full- cheol," you babbled, high pitched pleads incoherent between moans. whines getting swallowed up as seungcheol leaned in for a kiss, sucking on your tongue, pouty lips cushioning yours.
pulling back, thick string of spit connecting the two of you, tip of your pink tongue caught between your teeth.
your eyes were blown wide, dim and unfocused, eyebrows furrowed. a deep flush brushed over your cheeks, lips swollen and lashes clung together with tears. back arched as cheol's cock bullied into you. sounds of skin on skin, the disgusting squelch of your pussy as he thrust, hitting the spot that made stars shoot behind eyelids.
cheol brought a large palm to your stomach, pressing on the bulge in your lower abdomen and making your fingers curl. "fuck," he groaned lightly, "so tight for me,"
a hand moved moved to your clit, thumbing the slick and rubbing harsh circles. you whimpered, pitiful, eyes crossing slightly.
cheol said something, deep tone vibrating against your body, but you were too far gone to process it. too close, babbles ceasing as pleasure racked your body, thighs struggling to take the weight of his cock. too oblivious to feel the drool dripping down your chin, the tears running down your cheeks.
"my dumb little baby," cheol rasped as your cunt clenched down, body at the very limit of what it could handle, "can't even hear what i'm saying, too fucked out?"
he swore again, light, "can only think of this cock, huh," he purred, thumbing the spit gathered at the corner of your lips.
he was so big compared to you, pussy barely able to swallow him up, overstimulating you without even trying. your hands gave up their attempts to ground themselves on his thick biceps, too trembly to find proper purchase.
cheol grabbed at your sensitive hands, bringing pink fingers between plump lips, tongue licking the tips. he bit down gently, sending a jolt throughout your body, senses amplified with pleasure.
"come on, baby, cum all over my cock," he cooed, the fluttering of your cunt telling him you were close, "gonna be good for me tonight, hm?"
whining, pussy convulsing as your orgasm racked your body, streams of white squirting from where his cock met your cunt, pumping out as he fucked you through. cheol groaned deeply as his own high hit, pulling out for ropes of cum to spurt across your body. splattering against your stomach, chest, face. milky white against pink lips, flushed skin.
blinking slowly, brain in a fog as your wavering hands reached up to smear the hot liquid from across your cheek. lips in a pout, eyebrows drawn in confusion as you rubbed away the substance, fingers getting coated in cum.
"so dumb for me," cheol licked his lips, voice deep and throaty. he could feel himself getting hard again at the lewd image of your cute little self struggling to clean yourself up, oblivious. resisting the urge to shove his cock back into you, fuck you until you passed out.
he pinched at your clit, chuckling as you jumped before reaching behind to pull you up into his arms.
you were in no state to take care of yourself, fucked so hard that if he didn't get you cleaned up quick, you'd fall asleep in his arms. unable to walk the next day, coming down with a cold, immune system shot as your body recovered. bed ridden as cheol fixed you soup, pouting and doting and ignoring the sick sort of pleasure that swirled in his stomach at seeing you so helpless at the hands of him.
your eyelids were already lidded, lashes dipping dangerously, head nodding into his chest. "cheollie," you slurred, content to drift away in his strong, secure grasp.
"tsk. i know, baby," cheol pecked your forehead, lifting you off the mattress, "you’re too messy though, we gotta get you all clean, hm?"
once you were bathed, hair combed and teeth brushed, seungcheol laid you back in bed, glass of water on your bedside table. cradling you beneath the warm comforter, safe haven of pillows and plush.
waiting until you fell asleep before turning over to jerk himself off, your dumb little self forever in his mind. back turned and hands down his pants, thumbing over leaking tip and biting down to stifle moans.
summary: your friend was always flakey with her promises, it’s a good job her (jealous) father was always there to run her errands.
warnings: oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, dirty talk, degrading, mingyu calls himself daddy one time, fucking your best friends dad i’m sorry, DILF MINGYU bc that’s a warning in itself.
pairings: dilf!mingyu x fem!reader
A/N: don’t fuck ur friends dad… unless it really is mingyu. also both parties are legal age also it’s my first time writing after a long while so please forgive me.
tagging: @juyeonsslut @n1ngs
“please.” you place your two hands together in a plea, jutting out your bottom lip and giving your best friend the best puppy dog eyes you could possibly muster. knowing all the ways you can work her down, being friends for so long was always something you used to your advantage.
“i’m not a chauffeur.” she scoffed, walking around her kitchen grabbing bits of fruits from various places and you follow her the same way a child follows their mother around a grocery store.
“i know, this is just a one time favour” you plead again, you needed her to drive you to and possibly from your date. your car was in for repairs, there was no way you’d take the public transport around town in a little black dress and high heels.
it wasn’t often you asked your best friend for favours, always saving it to bring up later ‘but i never ask you for anything cant you do this one time?’ you know she always gives in because that’s what the two of you do. you can’t help but feel desperate, thinking about the possibility you may have to wonder across town in your skimpy dress.
“what do i get out of it?” she raises her eyebrows at you, halting her movements before looking you. placing her hands on her hips like a school teacher scolding you for not bringing your homework in.
you look at her momentarily, stood there in her massive kitchen that her father worked his ass off for. stood by the by the blender with her chosen ingredients for her smoothie which she swears does wonders for her body and that you should try to save your withering up insides.
“i can finally get laid that you had so desperately wished for me.” you laugh slightly as you watch a small smile etch onto her lips, she’s trying not to laugh.
it was an ongoing joke between the pair of you, she grabbed guys left and right and you stood on the side cheering her on. she was gorgeous, you can definitely tell which parent she got the good genes from, guys found her charming and irresistible.
you can tell she’s thinking, by the way she narrows her eyes slightly so you turn up the puppy dog eyes until she finally sighs and nods her head. you squeal, and run up to wrap your arms around her.
“just this once, and if you don’t get laid i swear to god.”
your friends house was a short walk away from yours so you didn’t mind strolling up her drive in your heels that didn’t manage to make you fall yet. tugging the bottom of your dress down shortly scared that the back was leaving nothing to the imagination.
you check your screen for the time you and your friend both agreed on before pressing the doorbell and shifting from foot to foot anxiously.
after a few moments of waiting the black front door finally swings open leaving you face to face with your best friends father, mingyu. wearing a black t-shirt paired with some grey sweats, hair clearly not brushed and glasses sat neatly on his face.
“y/n” he says almost as though he’s confused, head tilting to the side slightly and his eyebrows furrowed and his fluffy hair falls as he tilts his head, on god he was so fine.
“hello sir.” you smile awkwardly, watching the way his finger pushes up his glasses on the bridge of his nose before his arm rests on the door, bicep flexing slightly and you do your best to act like youre not getting weak in the knees at the sight of him.
five long and excruciating seconds pass of something you describe as the most awkward of silences ever.
“oh! i’m sorry, come in.” mingyu laughs, deep and from the chest as he opens the door wider, moving out the way for you to venture into his home “i didn’t know you were coming today.” he says trying to make up for the fact his eyes were stuck on your body.
you laugh awkwardly along with him as you sit down on the couch in the living room, the TV was paused on some show mingyu was probably watching before you knocked on the door.
you sat upright, bag placed on your lap as your legs were tightly shut, scared the angle of the sofa would reveal the pink lace underwear you wore underneath in case you got lucky on your date tonight.
“what can i do for you tonight?” he asks you placing a glass of water on the table in front of you, which you assumed he got while you sat on the sofa praying your friend would come down the stairs soon. his question made you gawk up at him slightly, you’re not sure why you took it in a different way than what he meant. he was just too attractive for his own good.
“oh i’m just waiting for my ride.” you smile awkwardly, leaning forward grabbing the water and you miss the way mingyu’s eyes fall onto your chest and quickly back to your face when you sit back up.
“she’s not home?” he says more as a question than a statement and you immediately drop your jaw slightly. it’s not like she forgot she was dropping you off at your date tonight, you literally spoke about it a couple hours ago when you were breaking down about not knowing how to style your hair.
“oh” was all you could muster up, feeling your body grow hot with annoyance. not letting it show on your face though, not wanting her father to know that when you left you would be on the phone to his daughter cussing her out.
a couple of silent seconds pass and mingyu is about to ask you why you needed a ride somewhere but he thought maybe it was none of his business. he couldn’t help himself though, it was a cliche, he never paid too much attention to his daughters friends.
it wasn’t until the past few months he noticed your presence more, the way you always seemed to wear the shortest of shorts to sleepover in his home. the way your eyes looked to innocent when you spoke to him, your best friends father, of course you would act innocent.
recently mingyu found it harder to act as though he wasn’t interested, a single man who is always so focused in his work, it was impossible for him to date around. it was also impossible for him to deny the fact that he would look at you and imagine the way you could have him wrapped around your finger with a few simple words.
if he made advances and got rejected both his pride and relationship with his daughter would be hurt, so with that in mind he created his distance even though sometimes it was impossible to stop himself from teasing you. leaving you questioning if he was flirting with you or just being a friendly dad.
“let me ring her.” you say trying to remain calm, pulling your phone out of your small bag. looking up at the man on the couch in front of you. one hand holding onto his drink and the other laying on the back of the couch, lap looking inviting and for once mingyu watches your eyes land on his crotch before looking down at your fingers.
the phone rings three times from your end then you hear a quiet “hello” on the other end.
“where are you?” you try to keep your voice masked, acting as though you don’t care but mingyu smiles looking down at the restless expression on your face. you were cute as well as extremely hot.
“something came up i’m really sorry.” your friend rushes out, sounding almost out of breath and your skeptical, if something was up surely mingyu would have told you already.
“what am i meant to do now.” you say quietly out of embarrassment not wanting her father to hear “im sat in your living room.” you say about to run your hand through your hair but then you wouldn’t want to mess it up.
the line was quiet for a few seconds and you actually pull the phone back to check she hasn’t hung up on you, luckily she didn’t else that would create another problem between you both.
“ask my dad.” she says so casually and you don’t blame her, you’ve been round so much and spoken to mingyu plenty of times to know he’s a good man, however she doesn’t know that while her back is turned he’s leaving suggestive comments and letting his gaze linger for too long. you definitely were not any better.
“i cant do that.” you say and you can’t see her but you could bet anything on knowing she’s definitely rolling her eyes at you. she always said you seemed to grow shy and reserved whenever her dad was around, she just assumed you didn’t want to make a bad impression even though she told you countless of times he wouldn’t care.
you just wanted him to think you were sophisticated and smart, an older man would surely take interest in you if you acted the part.
“give the phone to him.” you sigh and look over at mingyu who was still staring at you leant back against the couch.
“she wants me to give the phone to you.” you say leaning forward with the phone in your hand, he meets you halfway taking the device and putting it to his ear. you watch as he asks his daughter all the small talk questions, if she’s okay and if she’s gotten to her destination safely.
you watch for any annoyance on his face to the request to take you out but you’re pleased when it seems as though he really doesn’t mind. he’s only more concerned at his daughter not being more prepared.
“you should really be more careful next time.” watching him scold his daughter, your best friend, felt like cold water being washed over your body. you were really drooling and fantasising about the wrong person.
“i’ll do this but next time don’t double book yourself.” he says finally, bidding her goodbye and to not get home too late tonight. your friend often told you mingyu wouldn’t sleep when she went out, wanting to make sure she got back safe, even if he denied doing that.
“so where we headed then.”
….
“i really appreciate you doing this for me mr kim.” you smile as you put your seatbelt on, watching him do the same as he switches the engine of his car, feeling the soft rumble against your body.
“please drop the formalities, you can call me mingyu” he says not wanting to feel older than you as you sink back into his leather seats. mingyu had a nice car, it was a sleek black and the interior looked pristine despite knowing he had this car for some time now.
you were at his home when he pulled up in it, straight out of the dealership with the keys in his hand and a big smile on his face. it was one of the first times you started looking at him differently from just your friends dad. he took both you and and your friend for a spin around in it, the smooth drive made you realise mingyu definitely had money.
your friend called shot gun, but you didn’t mind sitting in the back anyway, out of the view of mingyu’s gaze. what you didn’t realise was that while your friend was admiring the view outside, you admired the veins in her fathers arms, the way his arms flexed as he moved the wheel. you also didn’t realise he was watching you in the rear view mirror.
“so a date huh?” mingyu breaks the silence and pulls you out of your day dream. mingyu didn’t care about your date, if anything he was a little bitter about it if he’s being honest.
“yeah.” was all you could say, what else were you meant to say? for some reason no part of you wanted to talk about your date with the man you had been fantasising about.
“where did you meet?” he asked you, you figured he was just making small talk. you hated small talk, but you guess that you’d have to put up with it this time for the sake of getting out of an awkward silent car ride.
“the cafe i work at, he’s a regular.” it wasn’t a lie, your date was a cute guy, blue eyes and a dazzling smile. he had been hitting on your for some time and with no other excitement in your life you figured there was no harm in flirting back. when he inevitably asked you out, you felt as though you should say yes
“cute.” was all mingyu said and you decided there was nothing you could reply to that with so you let yourself look out the side window. taking in the sights of your familiar city as you breathe in the car aid which only smelt like the man you sat beside.
“is he around your age?” mingyu finds himself asking as he bites the inside of his cheek. he has no idea why he asked that but he couldn’t seem to stop himself. he hated the idea that made him look like he cared about the age gap because truthfully he didn’t.
“a little younger.” you answer, not thrown off by his question but you can sense his nervousness, it was cute.
“younger?” he says surprised a small smirk on his face still and you can’t seem to take your eyes off of his plump lips. “you never striked me as the type to go for younger guys.” he says casually and you have no idea why in his car he’s got a new found wave of confidence.
“i’m guessing you’re going to tell me older guys is where it’s at?” you tease him, knees going to face the side he’s driving on. trying to maintain your cocky confidence even when he looks at you with his hand still on the wheel, tongue poking the inside of his cheek.
mischief shining in his pretty eyes and you can tell he’s thinking about what he should say next.
“older guys know how to please women.” he says and you’re glad he’s looking at the road when you gulp and remove your eyes from his face to look at the road ahead, slightly recognising the area, knowing you still have quite the journey left.
“i think my date definitely knows how to please a woman.” you tease, maybe a little too far this time when you watch his jaw clench as as grips onto the wheel tighter. making your insides turn and excitement rush through your veins.
mingyu knew nothing about this date until his daughter told him on the phone, practically begged him to drop you off for the sake of yours and her friendship. he had no idea whether this was your first or millionth date, either way he couldn’t help the jealousy that washed through his body at the thought of someone else fucking you.
even though he had no right to be jealous, he had never had you in any way. he hoped maybe you’d fall into his arms but he couldn’t stop you from falling into someone’s else’s, just wouldn’t be right.
“have you ever been with an older guy to find that out y/n?” he says, and you both know he’s talking about himself but neither one of you will say that out loud. the air in the car grows hot and thick and you almost open the window. you don’t, scared people walking past will hear the conversation even though that’s almost impossible
“no” you say, mouth open slightly and mingyu can’t help but look away from the road to stare at your lips, mind wandering elsewhere.
“then you can’t make the statement.” he says with a small shrug, he’s right but you also wanted him to ask you if he can fuck you so you know what it feels like to be fucked by a man like him.
“well maybe i want to find out” you say, hands resting in your lap as he looks over at you. the way he stares at you has your cheeks growing warm under his gaze. you hope he reads your mind, the way you want to find out is the same way that could ruin your friendship.
“and how are you going to do that?” he asks you, he likes to play games, mingyu wasn’t a chaser, he liked to be chased. he wanted you to tell him you wanted him, you wanted him to show you a good time. to get you so whipped for his cock you couldn’t even think about fucking anyone else.
“i don’t know.” your confidence falters and mingyu smiles at you, not the similar smirk he always wore around you but a soft genuine smile that made your insides feel funny.
“you know.” he chuckles softly at you “you’re actually really cute” he admits and for the first time in a long time he feels himself feeling very comfortable around a woman.
“cute?” you scoff and that only makes his smile grow bigger. “that’s something i would call my cat.” you complain, you wanted him to tell you that you were sexy, that he couldn’t go a second longer without pushing his cock inside of you, hearing you scream his name. cute was not what you wanted.
“i find you more things other than cute but it wouldn’t be appropriate for me to say.” he says casually, teasing you once again, leaving you questioning about what he thinks.
“why’s that?” you were expecting him to tell you that you should stop the conversation now, you were his daughters best friend and you should stop being stupid, letting your little crush get the better of you.
“you’re heading to your date with mr knows how to please a woman” you were slightly thrown off by his answer. but the jealousy behind his comment had your ego growing bigger, he was bothered.
“is that the only reason?” you ask him, trying to see if he’s going to stop before it goes too far. mingyu simply ignores the question, out of mind out of his conscience and that’s all he could do.
“what do you want me to call you?” he asks you, and you sit there thinking about how you want him to call you a slut for going out on another date while dreaming about him fucking you. to call you a dirty whore while you gag on his cock. you didn’t think that was appropriate to say right now.
“i don’t know.” you lie, and he knows you’re lying “you’re an impossible person to read” you admit watching his veined arm change gears of the car, looking at his spread legs still wearing the grey sweats that had you foaming out the mouth earlier.
“how so?” he asks you genuinely as you stop at a red light, giving him the perfect opportunity to look at you. the red lights from the traffic pouring into the car and shining on your face making you look pretty.
“i always think i’m a good judge of character, but with you, i can’t seem to figure you out at all?” mingyu can’t help but like that, that you sit and you think about him, trying to put the pieces together. trying to read him and read his mind, knowing he’s inside your head.
“yeah?”
“yeah.”
“you know you could always just ask me things if you wanted to know more about me.” he tells you, and you realise that you could’ve made more of an effort with him. he’s always made you feel welcome in his home but you always assumed that was because you were his daughters friend. no friend was at his house as much as you were.
“i wouldn’t know where to start.” mingyu doesn’t reply, thinking at least now you know you can ask him anything you wanted you. ask him his favourite colour, his favourite place, how many times he thinks about you, how many times he dreams about having you face down in his bed.
“i think i’m a good observer of people.” he says washing his mind on the images of you legs spread on his mattress.
“what do you think about me then?” you ask nervously scared for his response, something about you always seemed to crave his validation though. you couldn’t help it
“you’re a sweet girl, whose favourite ice cream flavour is vanilla because no one else in the house eats it and it always disappears every time you come over.” he smiles and you never realised you were the only one who liked it.
mingyu still bought it saying he forgets his daughter doesn’t like it but it’s okay because ‘he’s sure it’ll get eaten anyway!’ you smile knowing he’s picked up that about you, making sure there was something sweet in the house you could have.
“you hate driving and that’s why my daughters fuel prices skyrocket because it seems as though she’s become your uber driver.” you both laugh at this one, it was a running joke that you might as well rip up your license since you never use it anyway.
your laughter dies down and the car is quiet momentarily. mingyu battles with himself in his head, whether he should leave things well alone, it was a long time coming and against his better judgement sometimes it’s okay to give into his own desires.
“you like wearing skirts that are short and make it impossible to look away” he says looking over at you and watches your eyebrows raise at him, he wasn’t wrong, all of your skirts seemed to be impossible to keep appropriate. your heart beats faster at the thought of mingyu watching you as you walk away, legs moving as the skirt rises with each step you took.
you did all of that purposely, telling your friend most of your clothes needed washing and that’s why you were wearing a skirt over. you never told her you desperately wanted the older man to watch you sway your hips as you walk past him.
“you like staring at my lips for too long and it always gives me the wrong impression… or maybe the right impression because i have no idea what’s going on in your pretty little head” he says tilting his head to the side, you were fast approaching the side road to the restaurant and the closer you got the more you didn’t want to go.
“i also know that this is your first date with this guy, i can just tell by the way you were so nervous stepping into the house” you didn’t tell him you were nervous to step into the house because you never wanted to jump a mans bones to desperately in your life like you do with him.
“so was your plan to tell me how he can please you to make me jealous?”
“n-no.”
“if you wanted to make me jealous you already did it the second i knew you had a date.” he admits to you turning into the road which was empty, quiet, no one could see that the two of you were here. moments away from the restaurant doors where you knew your date would be sat waiting for you.
“another thing i know you’d do…” he trails off, turning the engine of his car off as he turns his body to face you better, finally being able to stare into your eyes and watch you fall weak for what he’s going to say.
“i know you’re wearing your prettiest set of underwear you own, i won’t say red or black because i know you’d choose a colour more soft and delicate, to match you.” he says and you feel yourself grow weak, too weak to the point where you don’t realise he’s spot on correct.
“pretty lingerie for a little boy i know doesn’t deserve to see it” his jealousy slips out again before he can stop it, he meant every word he said. he could bet every penny he had that the man who awaited for arrival couldn’t do half the things he could for you.
“i could guess blue or pink.” he hums, finger on your jaw. touching you, it’s too late to turn back now.
“yes, you’re right.” you whisper over the softness of the radio you weren’t paying attention to. a proud smile forms on his lips, he had you wrapped around his finger already and all he did was guess the colour of your undies.
“are you going to tell me which colour it is?” he muses, finger reacting down from your jaw along your neck, stopping when it meets your dress that’s covering your body, waiting to see what you do instead.
the ball was in your court now, it was up to you how far you wanted this to go. there wasn’t a single doubt in your mind that you wanted this to go all the way, you couldn’t think about anything other than what it would feel like to have his large hands wrapped around your throat. visions of your best friends reaction washing away the second the idea pops into your mind.
“cant i just show you?” you say the words to innocently that mingyu blinks at you for a second. letting his mind register what you said before he feels the confines of his boxes close in on him already. he’s surprised you’ve managed to stir him already and so easily too.
“of course you can pretty girl.” he says reassuringly, he’s not sure how you’re going to approach this but he lets you do whatever he wants. the mere thought of seeing you in your underwear was his guilty fantasy.
with slightly shaky hands you try and mask your nervousness by looking away from him. pulling the straps off of your shoulders and pushing the dress down below your breasts, the pink bra resting above the black of your dress.
mingyu inhales sharply, so pretty, prettier than he could ever imagine and you’re still covered up.
“can i touch you?” he asks softly, watching you nod your head as his large hand cups over your bra and goosebumps arise on your skin despite how warm and inviting his hands were.
“i was right, so soft.” he gushes, practically drooling out the mouth watching his fingers squeeze around your right breast before giving the same attention to the left. cock in his pants getting harder by the second especially when you gasp softly, pushing your chest out.
“i-i was saving these for a special occasion.” you break the silence while mingyu fondles your breasts while you’re in the passenger seat of his fancy car before your date.
“and this date was a special occasion was it?” he teases, eyebrow raising his eyebrows at you as you quickly shake your head dismissively.
“i was saving them for you, you were just taking too long.” mingyu cant help but laugh softly again, leaning closer towards you across the console in the middle, ignoring the way it hurts him when your sweet perfume invades his senses.
“you’re going to ruin me pretty girl.” and it’s the most honest thing he thinks he’s ever said in his life.
“won’t you let me see more?” he asks you with a smile on his lips, the look of lust in his eyes making it impossible to deny him of what he wants from you.
you comply, spreading your legs apart as your dress inevitably slides up your thighs, revealing the pink panties you were trying to hide from him earlier. the tips of mingyu’s ears grow red at the thought of the only thing separating him and where he needs you is a thin piece of pink fabric.
“i’ve been waiting so long for this” he breathes out heavily, almost as though a weight has been lifted off of him “please can i touch you?” he asks you so politely, a gentleman act which you’d only see from someone like him.
“please do.” you say, eyes darkening when you watch his tongue dart out to swipe along his lip as his hand moves from your breast to your panties. middle and ring finger dancing up and down the material as his eyes never fail to stay stuck on yours.
“do you know how hard it is to just walk past you when you’re leaning over the kitchen counter in my house.” your eyes flutter shut when he applies more pressure, you’re sure he could feel how wet you were.
“why didn’t you?” you ask him, expecting a reason other than the one person that bought the two of you together.
“i didn’t think you’d look at me twice angel.” he was embarrassed to admit, but he also felt comfortable in being vulnerable with you despite the messy situation you both found yourself to be in.
“are you kidding me?“ your eyes shoot open to look at the man before you, hair still messy from when you saw him earlier but fluffy and pleasing to the eyes. arms bulging out of his shirt that is way too tight for his built up body, and a smile that you couldn’t help but fall soft to. he was literally perfect.
“you’re the hottest man i’ve ever laid my eyes on.” you admit, especially when you look down to between your legs and see his fingers still having fun teasing your cunt over your panties, missing the way his cheeks grow flushed at the compliment. mingyu never blushes so he’s quick to dismiss the comment.
“don’t you have a date to be getting to?” he chuckles slightly, watching the way you sink even further into his car, desperately trying to spread your legs further apart but you can’t when you restricted by the door of his car, he’s got you.
“is that what you want?” you manage to mumble out with a short gasp when his thumb finds your covered clit, circling over it.
“are you crazy?” he scoffs “i can feel how much of a mess you’re making just from my fingers, i can’t let you go now.” he’s being truthful, now that he’s got his hands on you he doesn’t know if he’ll ever be able to let you go.
“i’m just giving you the last chance to leave this before i make you mine.” he says, the moment going from hot to sweet just from his simple sentence.
“i want you.” you use the confirmation of moving his hand away from you and letting your own fingers find his covered erection. trying to mask your surprise at how hard he’s gotten over a matter of minutes. you think maybe you’d tease him about how easy it was next time.
next time? that’s funny
“i need you.” you whine, fingers at the waistband of his sweats trying to urge him to take them off so you can finally get him in your mouth like you had been dying to this whole time.
within a few seconds he’s managed to pull his sweats along with his boxers down to his knees, hard cock free as it rests against his t-shirt covered abdomen. you gawk at his member, positioning yourself over the console as you grab him with your cold hands.
“fuck.” mingyu practically whimpers at the mere touch of your thumb stroking over his tip. a triumphant smile as you lean down, letting your lips around around the head of his cock before slowly sinking down further, until you feel him hit the back of your throat.
“just like that pretty girl, fuck.” he moans, hand brushing your hair to the other side so he can watch the sinful act infront of him. his daughters best friend choking on his cock in the middle of an empty street.
pulling away momentarily you gather the spit in your mouth before letting it fall into his dick, using your hand to wet him, making the man realise otherworldly sounds “you’re so good to me, such a dirty girl.”
and with that you sink back down, taking extra care not to use your teeth, you wanted nothing else but to keep making him feel as good as possible. growing wetter and wetter every time he mumbles a good girl through his gritted teeth.
“fuck, i’m so close.” his voice wavers and you can’t help but feel proud of yourself, the usually composed and well presented mr kim is losing his cool in his own car. you’re about to up tue tempo, make him shake but you can’t when he’s pulling you off of him. a line of spit still connecting to you to his cock and he swears he could cum just from that sight alone.
“first time i cum, i wanna be inside you.” he pants watching you move your hair behind your ear, growing shy. looking hesitant, the last thing he wanted was for you to do something that you didn’t want to do.
“what’s wrong, is this okay?” he asks gently, hand cupping your chin to make you look at him, concern written on his features and you feel bad when all it was is just a small request.
“yeah.” you say and you can just tell mingyu is already unconvinced “i just, can we, i don’t know.” you whine a little, need seeping off of your body like a temperature from the flu. mingyu’s smile returns when he realises you’re just being shy.
“don’t be shy, you can ask me anything you want.” he reassures you and he’s telling the truth, all he wanted was for you to feel so good you had to keep coming back.
“i really want you to fuck me…” his eyebrows raise as an urge for you to continue “…on the hood of your car.”
mingyu’s mouth opens like he’s about to say something, but he doesn’t, he simply looks at you with pure amazement. he really wasn’t joking when he said you’d be the death of him
“you really are going to be the death of me.”
just like that you both managed to climb your way out the car, leaving your pink panties in his side door smiling that one day he would find them again and think of you, hopefully jerk off every time he’s in the driver seat thinking about the time you sucked him off there.
by now you were bent over, black dress pushed above your ass and the cold night time air was leaving you shivering as you pressed up against his pretty car.
“such a dirty whore, wanting to get fucked in the open like this.” mingyu tutted and you hold back your moan when you feel the tip of his, still very hard, cock slide up and down your dripping folds.
“i bet you want your fucking date to see how i’ve got you spread open on my car bonnet.” he boasts, he’s proud of himself if he left you there any longer he’s sure you’d start dripping onto the floor. he doesn’t let you suffer for long, tip of his cock through your entrance and you’re already pushing yourself back onto him.
“dripping all over my cock.” he says to no one in particular watching your pussy already inviting him in, in the middle of the street.
“wanted this for so long.” you whine, mingyu always worked you up, but you always had to deal with it by yourself.
he soon puts you out of your misery, letting himself push all the way inside of you. wishing he could record the gasp the two of you let out with the feeling, so he could play it over and over.
“you’re so fucking warm.“ he can’t help but moan at the feeling, grabbing onto your hips before he starts thrusting in and out of you. blunt fingers digging into your flesh as you rest your head on his car, you felt so full
“mingyu, fuck.” you moan, probably too loud considering you are in public but you couldn’t help it with the way he gripped onto you and fucked you like he had never had good pussy in his life “faster.”
“say please.” he teased, he will always tease you. he just loved that right now only he could please you and if you really wanted it, you would do what he pleased.
“please, please, please mingyu need you so bad.” you whine pathetically and it only makes the man screw his eyes shut as he fucks you harder. losing all control when he watches the drool fall from your mouth onto the hood of his car, he was really fucking your brains out.
“taking my cock like such a good girl.” and you really were, considering you had nothing to grip onto, you let your body go wherever mingyu pushed you to. each thrust sending you closer and closer to your climax, his dick hitting every single spot that you’re sure you’d see stars.
he can’t help it when his one hand wraps around your neck from behind as he pushes your further into his car, you scream when he manages to push into at a slightly different angle. older men do it better.
“‘m gonna cum.” you yell as you start to wriggle the pleasure becoming too much to handle but mingyu doesn’t let that slide as his grip tightens, holding you in place to where he wants you.
“yeah?” he says through gritted teeth and you cant reply, only letting out an almost pornopgraphic moan that had mingyu almost cumming from the sound.
“come on pretty girl.” mingyu urges you, knowing that he’s not going to be able to last much longer with the way your cunt was sucking him in “cum all over daddy’s cock.” oh?
just like that his name leaves your lips like a song over, you cum on his cock and before you can whine at the feeling of feeling so full you feel him pull out. you have no idea where he ends up cumming, you assumed the floor but you couldn’t think as you roll over on your back.
the cold car as you leant against it feels nice as you open your eyes to watch mingyu pulling up his sweats.
“you okay?” he asks sweetly, pulling down your dress so you’re not exposed to the world even though taht didn’t matter at this point. “i’m sorry this isn’t the ideal place i imagined this to happen.” he laughed and you smiled back, heart swelling at how gentle he was when he ushered you to sit back down in his car.
“it’s okay, it was hotter than i imagined it.” you admit sheepishly and miss the way he bites back his smile, sort of proud of himself, he’s still got it.
“i think i have some water in the backseat hold on.” he shuts the car door to the passengers side leaving you alone for a couple of seconds before returning to his drivers seat with a bottle of water.
“thank you.” you smile and answer all of his questions of if you’re okay and if he went too far, you reassured him.
“so… daddy huh?” you giggle and watch him clear his throat as he starts his car, wanting to get out of this dark street, the thought of your date lost in both of your fucked out minds.
“yeah i was hoping you missed that bit.” he laughed and you laughed too.
“you didn’t fuck me that hard i could still hear you.”
this is my favorite dilf mingyu fic to date, my goodness 🤭 the tension builds up so naturally and i felt like i was Watching it play out, leaning towards my screen waiting for them to both finally snap. so sorry to reader’s friend though, that’s what she gets for bailing djdjdjdjdjs
seungcheol ; it’s a possessive thing with him. he’s obsessed with marking you up and cumming inside you, breeding you, is just another level of that for him. and , on top of that, he likes hearing you beg for it, he loves hearing you beg for him to fil you up, to mark you up, to make you his. “please, cheollie, fill me up, please.” you’d whine for him and seungcheol’d just laugh, one hand landing harshly on your ass, loving the way your body jerks forward, the other pushing your spine down, forcing you to bend for him. “want my cum, pup?” he’d ask, leaning over your body. “want it run down your thighs, want everyone to know how much of a slut you are for me? want everyone to know you’re mine?” and all you can do is nod along with his words, groaning into the pillows underneath you. he’s the type to cockwarm you after too; telin’ you that he has to make sure nothing falls out <3
wonwoo ; wonwoo thinks you’re so cute when you beg for him :( he thinks you look so sweet staring up at him with big eyes, desperately to tell him how you want him, but his the heavy strokes of his cock in you always cut you off :( “what was that, angel? c’mon, use your words. can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me.” and all you can is babble about how much you want him, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. “please, wonu—hic—wan-wan’—" and he just cuts you off with another pointed rut his cock. “want what? what was that, angel?” god, he’d edge you too, just so you have to beg him for two different things, and he’d make fun of you for not being able to think straight <//3
mingyu ; dumb puppyboy that just needs to fill up his puppygirl with his cum ‘til it’s leaking out of her :( he’d be rutting his cock into you, whole body leaned over yours, chest pressed flush against your back, pushing you down into the mattress with every heavy stroke of his dick. “fuck,” he groans, laving his tongue over the back of your neck before sinking his teeth into the soft flesh. “gonna fil you up so good, pup. gonna fill you with my fuckin’ cum.” and all you can do is whine his name, writhing under him. “please, gyu, need it so bad.” and he just huffs against your skin, pressing his hips flush against yours, heavy balls smacking against your swollen clit <3
vernon ; doesn’t even think about it, really. not until you’re begging him for it after a rough day, tellin’ him how much you need to feel him inside you. “it’s okay, baby, i got you.” he’d murmur, pushing his cock between your folds, swallowing your moans with his mouth. and when you’re locking your legs around his waist, pulling him close and sobbing into his chest, telling him how close you are, he coaxes you into cumming around him, voice so soft and sweet :( “i got you, angel. jus’ cum for me and i’ll fill you up.”
no bcs why do i think that cheol would LOVE titfucking?? like imagine him fucking your tits after a long and stressful day :(
i live for this because almost everyone on this app says that cheol is an ass man and i do Not have one but tits on the other hand... i do.
he would come home and just be extremely exhausted and you'd see the furrow in his brow — the way his features would scrunch in discontent and just the utterly defeated look on his face. his day had been rough. he'd look at you and sigh and you'd look at him in return knowingly.
and to be honest, you weren't too sure how you ended up like this, but you were. and you weren't one to argue. because with the feeling of his fat dick between your tits, how could you? the scene is filthy, obviously. you sit there with your breasts pressed together to heighten the friction against him, bouncing on the heels of your feet to reach him. and he looks at you with brows still furrowed, only this time in pleasure.
you being covered in his stickiness isn't something out of the ordinary but there's something exceptional about the way his slick, most sensitive skin rubs against you. it's the way your skin is stained in his precum. your nipples glisten against his arousal and he wants nothing more than to use you. your mouth, your tits, your cunt.
and goddamn when he looks in your eyes — your goddamn eyes. the lust in them is all he needs to keep his hips moving. they're all he needs to bring himself to the edge because they show how much you're enjoying this. this new foreign feeling of every pulsing vein of his pretty cock against your chest. the way it makes you soak and squirm and practically beg to be played with. it's only the beginning but he can already feel all of his stress fade into the pleasure only you can bring him.
summary ⇾ fresh out of college, you’ve definitely had your fair share of horrible roommates. fortunately getting your first big girl job also means finally being able to save enough money to move into your own apartment. but you must’ve forgot to read the fine print when you signed the lease because come to find out, your new place comes with an unexpected house guest. oh and did i mention all your underwear seems to be going missing.
namkook moonrise masquerade
today’s weather was perfect for the move, not too hot to the point of sweating but just warm enough that you didn’t have to wear a jacket. From the open window across the room, a steady breeze blew through just as you finish sealing up the last box, the sound of masking tape slicing through the air before you close the flap. pulling out a sharpie you wrote the box's contents on the side. mementos you scrawl across the cardboard. The sound of footsteps coming down the hallway is what had you sighing and closing the cap on the marker, turning to look at the door knowing your ex roommate would soon appear in the doorway.
“don’t forget you still have to pay me this month's rent before you leave. you are not leaving me to pay for it all by myself.” internally you groan, why didn’t i close my door.
“I know, jennie. didn’t I say I would get it to you? so obviously you’ll have it soon.” you glare at her from your spot next to your former bed, hands scurrying to hurry and finish packing up your duffle bag, “now let me finish packing so i can finally get out of here.”
she scoffs, giving you the side eye before tossing her hair over her shoulder and heading back down the hall. “fine. didn’t like you all that much anyway.”
“couldn’t agree more.” you whisper to yourself, rolling your eyes and hooking your bag across your body, struggling to balance the box in your hands.
you hadn’t even lived in the apartment for a year before you realized it was the worst mistake ever. jimin had been the one to recommend jennie to you, saying that she would be the perfect roommate for your small two bedroom apartment. but the wrong girl must’ve showed up because jennie was not the perfect roommate, on the contrary. she was rude, messy and stole your stuff (even if she refused to admit it) and every time you confronted her about it she went and told jimin who would beg you to go a little easier on her.
Since Jimin was one of your closest friends, you couldn’t help but listen to him and try to be more lenient, which obviously backfired. She thought she was immune to anything and took advantage of your good natured personality until you got fed up and started looking for somewhere new to live entirely.
It helped that you had just scored a high paying job in your field that not only came with great benefits, but also allowed you to save up enough to be able to move out on your own, no roommate needed. and after you found the perfect place it didn’t take long to sign the lease with the added bonus of being able to move in right away since the space had been vacant already. When you asked why it was empty for so long he didn’t exactly give you a straight answer, but the place seemed clean and you considered yourself handy enough to be able to deal with anything that needed fixing. whatever it took to get you out of living with jennie a minute longer.
So once your car is packed full of all your stuff, you drive off down the block not even sparing the old run down building a second glance, thankful to be leaving. immediately it was like a weight was lifted off your shoulders, you would finally be able to come home to your own house without having to deal with any nonsense.
When you arrive at your new place, keys in hand and face full of glee, unlocking the door felt like stepping into paradise. you stick your head in looking around at the empty apartment, already imagining it full of all the new furniture and decor you intend to buy once you have the money. for now all you had was a dresser and a bed that was generously donated to you by your other close friend yoongi who had upgraded to some new type of extra firm, comfort technology mattress that you weren’t entirely sure you understood but didn’t feel like asking about. you didn’t have a frame for it but you were fine with placing it on the floor for now.
The sound of your footsteps clicking against the hardwood floors echoed throughout the space and once you reach the center you spin around, sighing in contentment. the floor wasn’t real hardwood, you knew that, (probably some type of laminate) and you could see that the fresh layer of paint that no doubt was covering some type of horrible mistake and peeling drywall, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. it was yours and that’s all that mattered.
“home sweet home.” you whisper to yourself, chest swelling with pride and contentment.
With a clap of determination you looked over at your many boxes and decided to get started. It took you a couple hours to get most of your things unpacked and by the time you finished for the day you could see the sun starting to set from the bay window that faced opposite of the small galley kitchen. you had to shield your eyes as the rays shined through the glass pane into your eyes as you mumbled to yourself, “i’ll hang up some curtains tomorrow.”
Your night ended with a relaxing hot shower (ignoring the lackluster water pressure) followed by snuggling up into some soft flannel pajamas to keep you warm. The apartment seemed to get exceptionally cold at night and you make a mental note to ask the landlord about getting a heater installed later. Once your thoughts begin to drift off and you feel your eyes starting to get heavy, you decide it’s time to push your tasks for tomorrow out of your head and let yourself succumb to the beckoning call of sleep.
your dreams were calm and undisturbed without having a roommate to make noises all through the night and you were able to peacefully float through your dreams, comforted by images of a black haired stranger with shining doe like eyes. you didn’t know who the man was and you probably wouldn’t even remember when you woke up but in the moment he seemed so familiar.
“Who are you?” you whisper to the stranger, sitting up in your bed to get a closer glimpse at his face. you don’t remember yourself waking up but you could tell it was still night time as the moonlight cascaded through your bedroom window. The boy sat at the end of your mattress close to your feet with hands tucked in his lap looking at you with a sense of curiosity. you took a moment to gaze back at him and noticed how pale his skin looked, as if it was made of porcelain. not to mention his eyes were a bit unnerving, dark and wide like the night sky but still full of childlike innocence.
“I live here.” he says, as if it was obvious. his mouth opens as if he was going to say something before he changes his mind and closes it again. The response he gives you only confuses you more and you raise an eyebrow at him to signal for him to keep going, but he just ignores it and continues fleeting his eyes over you. The amused smile that suddenly broke out onto the boy's face was breathtaking and if the small giddy laugh that followed has your heart skipping a beat, you pretended you didn't feel it.
“What's so funny?” you ask indignantly.
“nothing it’s just...you’re so pretty. It's been a while since someone so pretty moved into my home.” you choose to ignore his compliment, too busy focusing on the last part of the sentence. his home? What did he mean by that? The stranger didn’t give you a chance to ask your questions and leaned forward closer to your end of the bed, eyes still wide and glittering like stars. “Can I try something?”
“um...sure i mean- yeah sure.” you sputter, unsure as to why you didn’t say no. Perhaps it had something to do with how captivated he looked, like a little boy who just got a new toy to play with. Either way, it was too late to change your mind, as he was already scooting his way closer to you, face becoming clearer to you the nearer he got. you were even able to see the tiny moles that dotted his face, eyes zeroing on the one that sat just below the jut of his bottom lip.
You get so caught up in the features of his face you barely even notice his hand coming up to rest on the cusp of your cheek, body jumping at the contact. The sound of surprise you let out pull another laugh from him and he just smiles at you, tiny bunny like teeth peeking out. “I’m glad you’re here with me.” he says, voice barely above a whisper as if trying to keep a secret between the two of you.
The stranger's words has heat spreading across your cheeks and you shyly return his smile while subconsciously leaning into his touch. So soft you thought, eyes briefly slipping shut as you lose yourself in the moment. The boy lets out a small hum at the sight and rubs the pad of his thumb gently back and forth on the apple of your check. The sudden urge to return the affection is what has you raising your own hand to reach out to his face, succumbing to the curiosity of how smooth his skin must be. But your feelings of wonder and curiosity were quickly replaced with ones of horror and fear, watching as, upon contact with his face, your hand continues its path straight through, never meeting any type of resistance despite the man still sitting in front of you.
“What- what is this?!” you shout, jumping back from his grasp. “What are you?!”
Your sounds of fright has him flinching, shining smile and glittering eyes dimming as he ducks his head and drops his still lingering hand. Your head was full of nothing but questions and even more began flooding in when the boy starts fading out, disappearing as if made of smoke. Your eyes flicker back and forth around the room trying to find a trace of him as you hear his voice echo around the room, still in the same whispering tone from before.
“Please don’t leave.”
The creaking sound of floor boards is what has you jolting up from your slumber, groggy eyes opening and still full of sleep. When you turn over to check the time, the numbers on the screen read three a.m. and you groan, “what the hell?”
You hated having to pull yourself out of bed at the ass crack of dawn and you were beyond annoyed at the fact that your sleep was being interrupted, but being alone in a house as a female meant you had to be extra cautious. so any sound, no matter how minor, was a concern.
Slowly you creep to the door, hand gripping the knob before cracking it open and peaking your head out around the frame. “Hello?” you call down the hallway, ears open to see if you could pick up any sound. A couple of seconds go by as you wait to see if anything else would respond before nervously stepping out of the room in the direction of the living room.
The air somehow seemed to be colder than when you went to sleep and you were a bit worried at the fact you could almost see your breath in the air. Your hands clung to your shivering body but you were glad to see when you walk around the corner that the apartment was as empty as you left it. Still, you cautiously took your time looking around and checking every nook and cranny before giving up and deciding it was time to go back to sleep since you still had work in the morning (even though you had practically begged your boss for some time off to move in).
However, the sound of something sliding open from your bedroom has you scurrying down your hall in an effort to try and catch an intruder. You wonder what it could be only to discover that it was the sound of one of your dresser drawers opening. The top one, where you kept your underwear, was left hanging open and the materials that were once neatly folded had been disturbed and half hazardly flown back into the drawer. you rushed over to look inside and tried to return it back to it’s organized state, cursing in confusion on how it got this way.
“How the hell did this happen?!” you groan, already starting to fold everything back up and annoyed with the fact that you even had to do so. You were tired from moving and absolutely dreading the idea of having to wake up with only a few hours of sleep and still having to work all day. But you just shake your head and suck it up, tucking the clothes back into the drawer and closing it, sparing the inside one last look just in case there was still a small chance an intruder was hiding inside the small space.
Just as you turn your head around, the sight of a black shadow darting from your closet has you shrieking and falling back against the wall with a thud. “Stay back!” you scream, arms coming up to shield your face. You were scared out of your mind and afraid to even open your eyes to face the person, but when nothing happened you open them only to feel foolish at your reaction. At your feet sat a small black cat, green eyes staring up at you blankly and a piece of bright pink underwear hanging out of its mouth.
You deadpan,“hey! give that back!” you screech, reaching out to snatch it away only for it to dodge your attempt and scurry over to your bed. It seemed to enjoy the janky mattress as it took it upon itself to lay down and begin clawing at the prize it had stolen.
Cautiously you go over to lay back down on your bed, the cat not even sparing your movement a glance. You still decide to keep your distance just in case the creature wants to change its mind and decide to claw at you next. In the morning you plan to try and see if anyone in the building had recognized the beast but there wasn’t much you could do in the middle of the night.
Frustrated, you stare at the cat and raise an eyebrow, looking back and forth between it and your dresser across the room. “how did you manage to get that open, huh?”
the cat just stared back at you without a thought behind its eyes and you shake your head, “now i’m talking to a cat, definitely time for bed.” you say with a sigh, throwing your head back onto the pillow and pulling the comforter up to your chin. For a while you stare up at the ceiling, finding the dream world alluding to you before finally you fall back to sleep. Unbeknownst to you, eyes watched you from the shadows, head fixed in your direction as if it was afraid to turn away. It stood looming, before suddenly it disappeared.
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The next day's temperature was not as forgiving as yesterdays but, despite that, you still clutch a large size cup of steaming coffee in your hand as if it was a life saver. Your raggedy hair and the puffy bags under your eyes basically scream sleep deprivation as you walk into the office building. Most of your coworkers can sense the bad vibes radiating off your figure from a mile away.
“Geez y/n did you get mugged on your way to work?” Jimin greeted you upon your arrival to your desk, platinum blonde head swiveling around to glance over your figure. “Or maybe fall in a ditch somewhere?”
You scoff, “Good Morning to you too, asshole.” Your sarcasm had him letting out a laugh just as you place your already half finished drink down and plop heavily into the padded chair on your side of the circular desk. “I wasn’t mugged. I mean- well technically, if you can consider a cat a mugger than yes, I was totally mugged.”
Your response had Jimin raising an eyebrow at you and he leaned back in his chair, “A cat? Really?”
“Yes Jimin, a cat!” you whisper loudly, aggravated. “First it stole my underwear then it proceeded to steal my sleep. I don’t even know where it came from but it must’ve been hell because it wouldn’t leave me alone all night.” you were struggling to keep your voice down the more you started to recall last night.
You should’ve known better than to let a strange cat into your bed but it seemed innocent enough, at least until it tried clawing your eyes out for accidentally rolling over into its spot. Technically all the spots on the bed were yours since it was your bed, but apparently the cat hadn’t got the memo and practically bullied you onto the floor. The hardwood esque flooring sure did look good but, damn, was it cold. You couldn’t have been happier when you saw the little girl frantically running around the hallway as if looking for something this morning, only to let out a cry of happiness when she saw you holding her monster of which you gladly handed over.
“Well that wouldn’t have happened if you had just stayed with Jennie,” you couldn't stop the laugh of disbelief that spill from your lips and just roll your eyes at the idea. Jimin whines and scoots his chair closer to you, “C’mon y/n! It wasn’t even that bad! I swear you just suck at keeping track of stuff, I mean just look at your desk!”
He juts a finger towards your haywire mess of mixed papers and files with a couple of miscellaneous paper clips here and there. You barely even spare him a glance as you start typing away at your computer, pretending as if he hadn’t just suggested the stupidest thing in the world. “Uh-huh sure.”
“Fine, but don’t say I never tried to help you. I did everything I could to find a roommate for you and I honestly thought Jennie would've worked out.” he says with a pout. No matter how many times you two have this same conversation about the situation with Jennie, Jimin always seems to make you feel bad about not being grateful for his help.
It has you letting out a sigh, “I know Jiminie.” you say, using his nickname to try and pacify him, “How about you come over tonight and we can watch the office, hmm?”
Jimin was reluctant to cave in and continues to pout, but finally he concedes and accepts your request, “That was a dirty trick, Y/N. You know I can never say no to the office.” His complaint just makes you laugh.
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Jungkook didn’t know how long you’d be gone and in that moment he was too preoccupied to care, hands stuffed down in his pants and a familiar wad of cotton shoved harshly against his nose.
The minute you had left this morning, fresh out of the shower and a cup of coffee in your hand, Jungkook had immediately found himself back in your room snooping around and messing with things he knew he shouldn't have been. But he couldn’t stop himself from just taking a peek and since you had left your room in total disarray this morning after stressing over what to wear he didn’t feel like it was totally his fault for picking it up.
When he had first seen it, sprawled across the ground, he thought it was some type of weird string or perhaps some type of headband. It wasn’t until he had seen the distinct victorias secret label printed on the back that he realized just exactly what was in his hand. At first he was just going to place it back where he had found it, embarrassed with the fact that he had even picked up something so intimate, but when he remembered just how infatuated the cat was with the item last night he began to wonder what made them so great. That train of thought somehow had turned into him stuffing his nose into the material instead. When he first placed his nose against it, he was hesitant, but instantly the aroma had his eyes slipping shut and a groan escaping past his lips.
“F-fuck!” he moans, hips canting up into his hand as he continues stroking at himself. His member had gotten hard so fast after smelling the lingering scent of you on the thong that he had wasted no time in unzipping his pants and palming at himself. At some point, he had pulled his cock out entirely and started thumbing at the weeping head, precum making the slide even easier.
Your underwear was practically glued to his face at this point and all he could smell was you as he continues sniffing at the material, whines escaping past his lips every time he caught a particularly strong scent. Jungkook jerks tirelessly at himself, head thrown back and fingers gently squeezing at the base on every downstroke in an attempt to hold off the inevitable, but he can already feel his abs tightening with a familiar coil.
He bit at his plump red lips, barely even capable of holding in his moans, “Y/N” he groans out as he continues racing towards his climax, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.
But just before he can reach his glorious orgasm he hears the familiar sound of keys jingling in the door, the entrance of the apartment unlocking. It has him scrambling from his spot where he leans against the wall and hastily pulling his pants up. Briefly he glances at the underwear in his hand, debating on what he should do with it before he slyly shoves it into his pants pocket, disappearing only a second before you burst through the bedroom door.
“Jimin, you better not open the wine without me!” You shout down the hallway, work heels dangling from your hand as you fling yourself onto the foot of the bed. The rest of your work day had been exhausting, all the countless calls and meetings you had to schedule for your boss had you basically itching for a drink. That was the only thing you had in mind when you drove back home with Jimin and you can barely get into your sweats fast enough.
Jimin’s first impression of your apartment was that it was small, alot smaller than he had assumed based on how much you had been bragging about it, but still it was quaint. “No promises!” he replies back from inside your kitchen, already scavenging through your cupboards to find something yummy to eat. Of course it’s empty, he thinks to himself after finding nothing and letting out a sigh of defeat. And, of course, you didn’t have a couch so he was just left to stand there awkwardly, staring into the reflective glass of the wine bottle as he waited for your return.
He quickly finds himself getting lost in his train of thought, mind reeling about all the things he had to do tomorrow at work as he hums unconsciously. But when he peeps the figure that showed up behind him in the reflection, it has him furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. Jimin hadn’t heard the telltale sign of your steps signalling your return so the sight had him spinning around in alarm, only to be met with the same empty space behind him. It has him shaking his head and rubbing at his eyes, chalking it up to his imagination and the stress from the job. When he sees you finally emerge around the corner from the hallway, he holds the bottle out to you. “Here, I don’t think I’m gonna drink much. Already going crazy as it is.”
His words just have you looking at him weirdly before you mutter out a confused okay and lead him back to your room. “Sorry I don’t have a tv yet, but we can still watch it on my laptop!” you express before letting him join you on your bed and pulling up netflix on your computer. You and him manage to get engrossed into the show quick enough, passing the wine bottle back and forth as you two laugh and become a tiny bit tipsy.
The sight of Jimin sitting next to you, so close and on your bed at that, has Jungkook practically fuming. Who was this guy? And why was he in your home? Our home, Jungkook corrects himself. He didn’t like the scene in front of him, jaw tensing and fists balling up next to his side. Finally, he decides that he needs to do something about it.
The incident with the wine bottle earlier had merely been an accident, he was just being nosey and trying to catch a glimpse at the intruder. But this time, as he once again let his shadowy figure show over in the far corner of your bedroom, he was doing it completely on purpose. And to his amusement the movement catches Jimin's attention from over on the bed, unbeknownst to you who is completely occupied with whatever is on the screen. Jungkook sees the man wipe at his eyes again as he did earlier, but instead of disappearing like he had done before, Jungkook merely steps closer, careful not to alert you.
Jimin shoots up from his spot next to you, “AH- I mean I...uh think I need to go to the bathroom!” you raise an eyebrow at his outburst before nodding and pointing him in the direction of the bathroom. He can’t get there fast enough, barely walking into the room before he practically slams the door behind him and leans against it, holding his hand to his chest.
His feet manage to get him over to the sink and he begins splashing water on his face as he tries to wrap his head around what he just saw in your room. Jimin knows he definitely saw something there, or did he? He can;t figure it out and in frustration begins rubbing aggressively at his eyes to try and set whatever had come loose in his mind straight. But when he lifts his head to take a glimpse in the mirror, he practically shits his pants at the face that looms behind him.
“Get out.” Jungkook growls.
Jimin screams bloody murder, “WHAT THE FUCK!” he yells, practically ripping the bathroom door off its hinges as he runs out and down the hall. You hear the commotion and rush out of your room, stopping him in the hallway and trying to get him to calm down. “Jimin, what the hell are you doing?!”
He just ducks around your figure and continues his way towards your front door, “Y/N I don’t know what type of sick prank you’re trying to play on me but I’m leaving. I’ll just see you at work tomorrow.” he says hurriedly, rushing out the door and slamming it behind him.
You couldn’t do anything but stare at the spot from where he had just left in shock, completely confused on what had happened. But you know Jimin had always been weird and you didn’t spend too much time mulling it over before shrugging and heading back to your room. You sigh, “More wine for me I guess.”
After that you proceed to drink yourself into a stupor, falling unconscious with your body hanging halfway off the bed and empty wine bottle still in hand, the sound of your computer still playing in the background. You didn’t know if it was the wine helping you out but not too soon after falling asleep you were already quickly drifting off to dreamland behind your closed eyelids.
“How could you let him in here?” the same voice from the night before sounds around you. This time you were no longer in your bed, instead you stood in your empty kitchen, pushed up against the counter by the doe eyed stranger. His eyes no longer held the same curiosity and wonder they once had, but anger.
“W-what?” You stutter out, completely caught off guard by his accusing tone. “Let who in where?”
Your confusion only seemed to make him madder and he lets out a growl, “That idiot! How could you let him in?!” His words immediately makes it click, he was talking about Jimin. “This is supposed to be our home not his.”
The boy’s face is full of betrayal and you could tell his feelings were wounded. But the way he was talking was as if the apartment belonged to the both of you and last time you checked, only your name was on the lease. Your gaze is questioning as you continue to digest what he said, staring back at him and detecting the jealousy that was radiating from him. “Why do you care so much? I still don’t even know who you are.”
The internal battle showed on Jungkook's face, why did he care so much? He didn’t know why he was becoming so possessive over you, but the look on your face had him sighing. He raises a familiar hand up to your cheek, hesitating when your glare didn’t waver and hovering it there until you relax into him. His starry eyes gazed into yours, “I’m sorry.”
Your face softens at his words and you nod to show that you accepted his apology. The boy continues to look you over as if trying to memorize every feature of your face and when he seems to find what he’s looking for in them he begins leaning his head down closer. Your breath hitches in your throat at the action and you wait with bated breath as he slowly puts his mouth against yours. His lips are so cold to the touch it has you gasping, goosebumps rising on your skin, but you quickly adjust to the difference and with a sigh you begin returning the action.
It seemed like he was only waiting for your approval because as soon as you start moving your lips back against his, he begins deepening the kiss. The hand that once laid on your cheek begins moving down to grasp your neck gently, no real pressure there but the intention all the same. His other hand also finds its way to your hip, pulling you closer to his own so that you are pressed chest to chest with the counter still against your back. He nips at your bottom lip causing you to let out a hiss and giving him an opening to slide his tongue in between your lips and run over yours.
The kiss was beginning to have an effect on you and at that point you are practically chasing after his lips, straining on the tips of your toes to apply the same amount of pressure back against him. Jungkook notices you struggling and lifts you up onto the counter, setting you down and beginning to trail his lips down your neck. Immediately he begins leaving bruises in his wake, teeth nipping at any expanse of skin he can find. It has you hiccuping out small moans and gasps as your nails dig into his shoulders.
“Uh I need...please...” You breathe out, words hesitating.
“Jungkook.” he mumbles against your neck. “My name is Jungkook.”
Beep!Beep!Beep!
The annoying sound of your work alarm has your eyes snapping open, chest heaving from the scare and you immediately sit up straight and begin looking around your room as if searching for something. When you finally realize you’re alone, you relax back into bed and stare up at the ceiling, trying to wrap your head around the small amount that you recall from your dream.
Raw bitten lips and soft hands trailing down over your figure flashed behind your eyelids and had you shuddering. You can't match a face to the mouth and hands that had roused such a reaction out of you and it frustrates you that you were grasping at straws trying to remember. The lingering feeling of lips on your neck sends a throb directly to your core and you can tell your skin was flushed. A deep sigh escapes you, “I need a cold shower.”
The dream stayed at the forefront of your mind the entire time you got ready even when you were in the shower, itching for relief to take yourself where the dream hadn’t. But since you were already late for work and rushing as usual, you didn’t have the time to do anything besides just wash yourself up and begin looking for something to wear. Upon opening the top dresser of your drawer to look for a set of underwear you’re met with the sight of gaps in your meticulous organization system. Not only was your favorite pair of comfortable work underwear missing but so was a thong you reserved specifically for going out. It has you tilting your head in confusion as you sweep your eyes around the room to see if they had been misplaced but with time ticking you couldn’t do much more and just chalk it up to them being in the laundry before finishing up and heading off to work.
As the next couple of weeks was spent busy with work and assignments you barely had much time to spend on yourself. However, an upside to the countless hours of labor your boss had you doing was ultimately getting a paycheck and as soon as you got your next one you began shopping to furnish the apartment. Of course you save some of it to go towards next month's bills and you get most of the new pieces from the swap meet but still it was something. Plus it looked like you were going to have to open up a savings account just to go towards a new collection of underwear as every week a new pair seemed to get lost despite there not even being that much space to hide.
“It's like they’re evaporating into thin air or something and I have no idea where they could be. I literally looked everywhere, Yoongi.” You tell your friend as two you sit enjoying a hot cup of coffee at a cafe down the street from his studio.
“Hmm well maybe that cat really liked how your underwear tasted.” His response was simply met with a face full of napkins.
Despite Yoongi’s snide remark it does have you thinking. Perhaps that kid's cat was still sneaking back into your apartment, I mean it did it once it could do it again for all you know. But you didn’t have time to get all worked up about it and just decide to buy some cheap off brand granny panties from the supermarket to get yourself by. Good thing the weekend was right around the corner and when it finally came you knew exactly what you were doing.
The sound of hot rushing water has your shoulders instantly relaxing, your hand swirling a cup of sweet smelling red wine as you stand watching the water rise. Nothing and you meant nothing felt better than when you finally sink down into the old porcelain tub, steam opening your pores as the water sloshes around your shoulders. “Fucking finally.” you mutter to yourself with a sigh, head laying back on the towel you had folded neatly behind you. Instantly it was like the weeks of stress from moving in and working nonstop melts off your bones and you feel ten times younger. You almost forget that you had done all of this to have a better life, not drive yourself into the ground.
You can’t help but let your mind drift back to the memories of the dreams you had been having almost every night. The kisses and touches from the faceless stranger quickly stirring up heat in your center. It seemed like every dream was only getting more and more exciting but just before you would find yourself trying to escalate it beyond just the sweet taste of his lips, you would wake up more frustrated than before. Your body was practically begging for it, but you just continued to push it off, shoving down your sexual frustrations for nex time. Problem is there was never a next time and you didn’t remember the last time you had an actual orgasm.
Slowly your hand begins tracing circles on the apex of your thighs under the water as you contemplate it, “Maybe it has been a long time.” you whisper to yourself finally caving in. Without a second thought your hand takes the leap, sinking down further to rub at your aching cunt that you had neglected for so long. A long drawn out sigh escapes as you feel yourself getting worked up, fingers quickly finding the bud that was nestled between your lips. It has your back arching from where it met the tub and legs spreading to accommodate your hand.
You spend a couple minutes toying with yourself just like that, one hand rubbing at your clit and the other flicking your nipples teasingly. But you know you wouldn’t be able to fully reach your climax sitting in there and decide to take it back to your room, cunt throbbing impatiently while you dry yourself off and drain the bathtub. Since it had been so long since you had indulged yourself like this, you decide to treat yourself and pull out your handy dandy vibrator. A not very big but still mighty sleek black rabbit with gold trim and over seven power settings. You don’t waste much time teasing and immediately you’re holding the toy against yourself, set to one of the highest vibrations.
“Shit!” You moan out, a laugh escaping as you already start to feel the signs of your orgasm approaching. You bite at your lip to try and conceal some of your noises, still stuck in the habit of trying to be quiet for the sake of a roommate. But it feels so good a couple managed to slip by as you pick up the pace of the vibrator, hips thrusting up to meet your motions.
You’re so distracted you don;t see Jungkook over in the corner of the room who watches intently from his spot. He had tried to be courteous when he caught you fondling yourself in the bathroom, you were a woman and you did have needs. But when he sees you pull that toy out of the small box you hid in your drawer and start holding the buzzing object against your clit he couldn’t look away. Jungkook had always wondered what you kept in there but didn’t particularly care enough to check, he was too preoccupied with stealing your underwear.
So as he continues to watch, eyes sweeping over your naked figure from head to toe as you quiver in pleasure, Jungkook can’t stop the hand that had found itself unconsciously pulling his cock out of his pants. From his spot he can see the way your nipples pebble in the open air and the point where the toy met your mound. His hand takes up the pace you held as you fuck yourself swiftly.
“A-ah feels s’ good…” you whine to no one in particular, mind conjuring up images of a man with dark brown hair and sultry eyes that sang of corrupted innocence. You didn’t know where the inspiration came from but it has you throwing your head back in welcome and exposing the apex of your throat as if asking for something. Secretly, Jungkook knows what it was you wanted and has to hold himself back from going over there and giving it to you.
“So good for me.” he whispers to himself, trying to keep the groan he wants to let out at the sight down to keep from alerting you. He just spits in his hand to make the glide easier as he starts thrusting into his hand, imagining the tight squeeze was your weeping cunt.
The buzz of the toy rings loud in the room along with the sound of your whines and moans as you continue rubbing it against your bud, occasionally slipping it down to tease at your entrance. The palm of your hand must've accidentally clicked the button on the end because suddenly kicking up to the last setting and your mouth opens in a silent scream. You can’t do much but just take it, hips raising off the bed and head thrown back with your eyes rolling back. Your legs are shaking with pleasure and suddenly the string that was holding your climax back snaps and you’re tipping over the edge.
“Jungkook!” you scream out, mind going blank and calling out a name you had never heard but still sounded so familiar. It has said man cursing and almost doubling over as cum bursts from the leaking tip of the swollen member in his fist. The pleasure ringing in your ears was too loud to hear the moans that he let out and you just continue letting the shockwaves roll through your figure, chest heaving from the effort.
When you finally come down from your high, you can only stare at the ceiling, limbs like jelly. The calming feeling of the orgasm warming you from the inside out has you smiling in content as you roll over and take a minute to collect yourself. Jungkook just continues to watch you silently, cock tucked back in and hand still covered in his own cum. His face holds a look of concentration as he internally weighs the pros and cons of the plan he was conjuring up in his mind because deep down, he knew he needed to have you.
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A hand trailing up your side is what initially catches your attention, but what has you coming to was the feeling of teeth nipping at the nape of your neck. You don’t recall falling asleep but you recognize the touch and immediately know it’s the stranger that was visiting you every night. You crane your neck to catch a glimpse and meet his gaze, eyes simmering with lust.
“Don’t tease…” You whisper, voice breathy as you find yourself already starting to get riled just from the feeling of his fingers rubbing against your skin. He just smiles and places a gentle kiss on your lips, letting out a mischievous chuckle when he sees you try and chase after his mouth.
“I don’t plan to.” he says and flips you over onto your back, broad figure coming up to hover above you. Immediately his lips find your neck, his favorite place to start, and he begins trailing down to your chest all the while leaving hickeys in his wake.
All you can do is watch as he sets a torturous pace between lavishing at the swell of your breast and gently kissing the skin. When he finally decides to take one of your hard nipples into his mouth it has you letting out a whine, “Ah!” you cry, hands coming up to grip his shoulders. You feel his smile against your skin at your reaction. His smugness has you biting your lip, deciding to hold in your noises so as to not give him the satisfaction.
He notices your stubbornness as his eyes find yours and he mumbles against the mound he was still licking at, “Don’t try and fight it Y/N. I want to hear how pretty you sound.” he says before gently nipping at the bud in his mouth making you hiss.
You want to shoot him a glare for his roughness but can’t stop your eyes from slipping shut when you feel his tongue flick over the nipple as if to soothe it. He just watches as you start to let yourself relax into his teasing, hand straying down your hip to cup your cunt. Your hips jump at the sudden touch but when he starts rubbing a fingertip up and down your slit, smearing your wetness around, you breath out a moan and toss your head back against the pillow. The slow build of pleasure he was giving you felt so good but was quickly making you frustrated.
“Please, I feel so empty.” you say and buck up into his hand. He pulls his hand away in retaliation and waits for you to calm down, which you do regrettably with a whine. When he sees you finally start to behave his hand goes back to its ministrations, this time rubbing at your clit. He continues this for a while along with alternating back and forth between both of your breasts. Occasionally his fingertip finds its way down to your entrance, dipping in just enough to give you a taste and make you moan at the stretch before pulling back and going back to the bundle of nerves. The pleasure feels so good and you quickly become distracted by the climbing climax you feel stirring in your core. It all felt so real it was hard for you to believe that you were dreaming.
Jungkook feels his heart swell at the sight of your hips grinding down on his hand in your sleep as you let cute little moans slip out of your mouth. After watching the show you put on earlier in the night, he couldn’t help but let himself sneak into your bed no matter how bad he felt about it. And you had made it so easy for him, falling asleep naked atop the covers like this. It was like you were begging him to touch you.
But he wants more of you “I just want a little taste.” he mumbles to himself, followed up by him scooting down your legs, face stopping right above your mound. His hands take up residence on your thighs so he can pull them apart as he stares hungrily at you.
Feeling the stimulation you were so desperately chasing after in your dream stopping so abruptly has you stirring in your sleep and when you feel the cool air touch your exposed cunt your eyes open, still heavy with sleep. When you realize that the hold on your legs you had been feeling hadn’t stopped with your lucidness your drowsiness completely vanishes.
“Wha’?” you question as your gaze flits down to where you feel the touch between your legs. Seeing the stranger you had been dreaming about for so long right here in front of you has your heart leaping up into your throat and you freeze. You open your mouth to protest but are silenced when you feel his tongue lick a fat stripe up from your entrance to your clit causing you to moan wantonly. The way he was using his fingers to spread your lips open had you whining in embarrassment from feeling so exposed. “Please!” you cry out, but whether it was a plea for him to stop or to keep going you didn’t know.
Jungkook can feel himself hardening at the sound of your cries, but right now the need to devour you was stronger than his need to cum. So when he doesn't hear any more complaints and your hips continue to chase after his mouth, he takes it as a sign to keep going, tongue licking up all the arousal that's leaking out of you.
The taste of you dripping into his mouth and down his chin has him letting out his own moans and in an effort to get more it delves into your hole and begins thrusting it in and out. He could feel your spongy walls squeezing down onto him and knew that you were probably getting close, especially since he had spent so long teasing you while you slept. So Jungkook decides to take mercy on you and brings a thumb up to rub at your clit, matching the rhythm of his tongue.
“Oh god!” you moan, hands gripping onto the dark mop of hair atop his head to ground yourself as your legs shake in his hold. The stimulation of being filled and having someone else finally touching you this way after so long was getting too much. And you were still sensitive from earlier when you had used your vibrator on yourself and his assault on your clit was bordering on painful. But that didn’t stop the pleasure from racking your form as your back arches off the bed and you start spiraling to your end.
Jungkook pulls his tongue away and replaces it quickly with two digits, continuing to push you closer to climax as he gazes at you in pure want. “I want to hear you say my name again.” he breathes out. He sees the confusion that flashes on your face before quickly being replaced when he gives a particular hard thrust with his fingers. “You know it Y/N, just say it for me one more time.”
You can barely register what he’s talking about and your head shakes back and forth as you so desperately chase after your orgasm. He can tell you’re heading over the edge quickly and gives one final thrust, this time curling his fingers inside you to hit that spot he knew would finish you. “Go ahead, princess. Cum.”
His command is what does you in, your body going stiff as you feel yourself cream on his fingers. You let out a drawn out moan, “S-shit! Jungkook!”. The grip you have on his hair is probably ripping out strands, but you don;t seem to care as your body is wracked with pleasure, orgasm ebbing through you. When Jungkook could tell you were starting to come down he slips his fingers out of you and maneuvers out of your hold, backing up towards the end of the bed.
As soon as you’re able to regain your senses it suddenly clicks in your brain what had just happened. The stranger from your dreams was real and he was in your apartment AND he had just given you probably the best head you’d had in awhile. “What the fuck is happening?!” You screech, scrambling upright in the bed and huddling close to the pillows as you hurriedly try to cover yourself and preserve what little modesty you had left. “How are you even here?! And who the fuck are you?!”
Jungkook just sighs, “I’m Jungkook...pretty sure we’ve been over this already.” he mumbles, rubbing at the back of his neck sheepishly. His reply has you sending a glare his way.
“Well how I was supposed to know if that was your real name or not?!”
“You’ve called it out plenty enough times for it to be real at this point.” your leg flew out to give him a kick to the thigh at his snarky response but when your foot goes right through him you let out another screech and scurry off the bed across the room.
“You- you-” Your mind can’t seem to find the right word as you point at the man, hand shaking and eyes wide with fear. “My foot just went through your leg!”
“Yeah I can do that sometimes.” Jungkook says and proceeds to turn transparent, pale skin no longer looking solid but as if you could stick your hand straight through and he would come out unscathed. “I’m a ghost Y/N.”
All you could do was stand there, mouth agape and brain going completely haywire at his words. For a minute Jungkook thinks he has completely broken you until he watches as you calmly walk over to your closet to pull out some sweats and a shirt, dressing yourself before starting to head out of the room. He was confused but still got up from his spot on the bed to follow you as you proceeded towards the front door. “Wait! Where are you going?!” he says.
You turn on the heel of your foot and just stare at him bewildered, “There is a man, claiming to be a ghost, who can turn transparent in my apartment. I am going to check myself into the psych ward because I am obviously going nuts.”
Jungkook looks at you in concern. “Y/N I’m serious! I’m a ghost, I used to live here. I don’t know how long I’ve been like this but I can assure you that I’m no longer alive.” he could see you starting to realize the seriousness in his voice, “Trust me, you’re not crazy.”
Your gaze stays trained on him as you continue to digest what exactly he was saying before you seem to finally accept his claim. It has Jungkook visibly relaxing as he lets out a sigh of relief. But now that you knew you weren’t losing your mind your sense of curiosity was sparked. “Um if you don’t mind me asking..how exactly did you get like-” you gesture wildly to his figure “-this.”
He bites at his lip anxiously, “You mean how did I die?” you seem to have realized how invasive your question had been because he saw the embarrassed look that crossed your face as you nod nervously. “I don’t..I don’t really remember. I mean I guess I do? But it’s kind of a blur and I’ve never been able to piece it together no matter how hard I’ve tried.”
The two of you stand in silence for a while, awkwardly standing in the middle of your empty living room. You didn’t really know what to say, torn between both the fear and wonder that came with having a ghost in front of you. “Do you want me to leave?”
Jungkook's question catches you off guard. “What?! No no, I couldn’t make you do that!”
“Are you sure? I mean I don’t have anywhere else to go but its not like I could die-”
“Jungkook, it's honestly fine! This was your home first!” you say trying to get him to remove any thought of him not being welcomed, “As long as you um...stop popping up in my dreams and all that.” Your words have him blushing, cheeks blooming red and eyes widening in embarrassment.
“Yeah yeah no completely valid. I’m really sorry I don’t know why I did that. I didn’t think it would escalate that far.” Jungkooks words flow out of his mouth so fast they jumble together. “I'll return your underwear too.”
That has you letting out a sound of realization as you put two and two together, “You’re the underwear thief?! I thought that stupid cat was doing it!” He just chuckles nervously and bashfully looks at the ground as he plays with his hands, hating how much of a pervert he must’ve sounded like. You giggle at his reaction, “It’s okay Jungkook. We can just put that behind us, yeah?”
His face lights up with a small smile, those bunny teeth you remember vaguely seeing peeking out from behind his lips. “Yeah that would be great.”
After the two of you talk a little more about how everything would work around here from now on, you both part ways, you going back to your bed and Jungkook going to wherever he went at night. Briefly you hope that wouldn’t be your dreams but the twinge of absence you feel at the thought has you second guessing that maybe that hope was misplaced.
Over the next couple of weeks the two of you begin to settle into a bit of a routine. He was kind enough to respect your boundaries after your talk and, much to your delight, actually returned a few of your underwear to your drawers. Jungkook even went as far as to start making your coffee for you in the morning. “I know you hate having to rush to work so I just thought this would make it easier for you!” was his excuse. You had felt your heart skip a beat when he said that, grin stretching across his face sheepishly along with a blush.
Everything was going so smooth it almost felt normal, well as normal as living with a ghost in your apartment could be. But if there was one thing you can complain about, it was the sexual tension that undoubtedly remained around the two of you no matter how hard you had tried to push it down. You could feel it when he sometimes caught you coming out of the bathroom fresh out of the shower and only covered in towel, his eyes following the droplets of water as they flowed down your skin. Or how when you got back from a run and your body was covered in so much sweat your shirt clung to every part of your chest and his gaze couldn’t help but follow your pert behind as you walked past him in those godforsaken tight exercise shorts. It was killing the both of you.
You can’t even try and calm yourself down either as you’re too paranoid that he would accidentally catch you or be spying on you from somewhere in the shadows. Him catching you in the act wouldn’t even be the problem actually, but him hearing you call his name out while you did it is what you would never be able to live down. The man was the focal point of all your fantasies at this point and there was no guarantee that you would be able to stop yourself from calling out for him in the heights of pleasure.
But as the days ticked by and you felt your muscles grow stiff from work, the itch at the back of your head telling you to just cave in and give yourself just a tiny bit of release grew more persistent. Today had been a particularly bad day, your horniness making you so antsy that even Jimin noticed judging by the weird looks he was sending you the entire time you two sat at your desks. And when Jungkook greeted you once you got home you didn’t even have it in you to meet his eyes, only squeaking out a small ‘hi’ before rushing past him. You had planned to just ignore it like you had been doing so far but that seemed to be easier said than done.
Tonight Jungkook had suggested that you guys watch something new he said was premiering tonight. And since all your new furniture had been delivered, the two of you would be able to sit and watch it on the tv at a safe distance instead of having to share your bed and huddle entirely too close over your small laptop.
The movie was actually pretty good once you start watching it and not internally screaming at being in the same room as the man who made you want to jump on his dick at any second. Your attention became completely absorbed in the screen, so much so that you forgot that Jungkook was even sitting down on the couch from you. But when the mood in the scene suddenly changes and the two feuding main characters start tearing each other's clothes off (talk about plot twist) you gulp. Suddenly you’re all too aware of how easily it would be to just scoot over and climb on top of his lap.
You try to focus your mind on anything but the moans coming from the movie but after being so pent up, just watching the shots of pleasured filled faces has your core throbbing. Images of the dreams you used to share with Jungkook run through your mind and you can’t stop yourself from rubbing your thighs together in an effort to relieve some of the ache between your legs.
Next to you, Jungkook could tell that what was happening in the movie was affecting you. He had tried to be on his best behavior these past few weeks as he was trying to make up for the bad impression he made when you first moved in. But he can see the movement of your thighs and was barely holding on to the shred of chivalry he had left. Maybe if he just offers you a little help it would be okay?
“Y/N-” he starts out, reaching a hand over to touch your leg in an effort to catch your attention. Immediately the feeling of his warm palm laying on you after so long has you letting out a small moan escape your lips, your hands slapping over your mouth the minute you realize. You shut your eyes in embarrassment and you can feel your face flushing with heat.
Jungkook opens his mouth to say something but you can’t bear to hear it. “I’m going to my room!” You say hopping up from the couch and rushing down the hallway to your bedroom, the sound of the door slamming shut behind you ringing around the apartment. You’re completely mortified by what happened out there in the living room. Were you that horny that just a simple touch had you wanting to risk it all?
Your back was pressed against the door and your mind was racing as you internally curse at yourself. But the sound of a knock on the door has you jolting up as you squeak, “Go away!”
You hear Jungkook shuffle on the other side of the door, “Y/N? Can you open the door? I just want to talk.”
“Jungkook, I’m fine! I just need a minute!” You lie and hope that he believes you. But of course, this was Jungkook, and he pays no mind to your words as he walks straight through the closed door. Fuck ghosts and their stupid nonsolid bodies. “Jungkook, I thought we talked about you not using your weird ghost powers to invade my privacy!”
“You didn’t give me much of a choice, I asked nicely.” He says while raising his hands up innocencently. You sigh exparrated and crossed your arms in irritation before turning your back towards him. “Y/N, when are you going to stop pretending?” Jungkook says from behind you.
His question makes you stiffen as you know exactly where he was heading with this. “...Pretending about what?” you say feigning cluelessness.
“Pretending that you don’t want me.” the response makes you gulp, heart pounding in your chest. You hear him step closer, “I see the way you look at me..and I know you see the way I look at you too.” The feeling of his hand landing on your shoulder makes you gasp before suddenly you’re turned around and pulled closer to his chest, your head tilting up to look at his face. His eyes are staring deep into yours and you can see the lust swimming in them, it has you biting at your lip. Jungkooks gaze follows the movement.
“Jungkook, I…” you trail off as you get lost in his dark irises, feeling the tension in the room start to grow. “I need you.”
At that, he squeezes you tightly in response “You have me.”
Jungkook didn’t waste time before walking you backwards towards the bed, both of your hands scrambling over each other's body as your lips locked. There was so much pent up want between the both of you that you didn't even take time easing into it, teeth nipping at each other's lips and your tongues fighting for dominance. When you feel the edge of the bed knock against the back of your knees you sit down, pulling Jungkook down over you as you lay spread out across the sheets.
His broad shoulders tower over you making you feel so small compared to him, but inwardly you love the feeling of being completely overpowered by the man. Jungkook breaks the kiss to pull his shirt off, tossing it somewhere in the room before he dives back down to start mouthing at the corner of your jaw. “Hmm take this off.” he says as he tugs at your top. You don’t need much convincing and slightly raise yourself to lift it over your head, Jungkook backing up to accommodate the movement. You hadn’t been wearing a bra as you normally didn’t when lounging around the apartment so when Jungkook catches sight of your pert nipples hardening in the exposed air he lets out a groan. “Y/N, I fucking love your tits.”
His crude compliment makes you laugh but it’s interrupted when he takes a bud into his mouth, his hand coming to fondle the other one. He rolls your nipple between his teeth, alternating between flicking it with his tongue and sucking on it. His ministrations has your back arching into his embrace as you let out small breathy gasps. You can feel his member hard in his jeans against your leg and reach down to tug on the waistband of the pants. “Jungkook, come on. Wan’ you.” you mumble, quickly growing impatient.
He just chuckles and pulls away from your nipple, a string of saliva connecting his lips back to it. He heeds your bratty command and pops the button of his pants, standing up briefly to pull them down along with his underwear. The sight of his cock has you squeezing around nothing. In all your dreams you had never gotten so far as to him inside you, so seeing it for the first time was breathtaking. It wasn’t big per se but it certainly was longer than average and it had girth to it that would definitely have you stretching to accommodate. A couple small veins run up the side of it and your eyes follow them up to the bright red head that had already begun leaking with precum.
It has you rushing to take the rest of your clothes off as well, tossing them to the side before looking up at him lustfully, parting your legs in welcome. His gaze instantly lands on your cunt, watching your hole twitch as if begging to be filled. It has his breath catching and he crawls his way back over you, one hand placed next to your head to hold himself up while the other trails down your side and in between your legs.
You whine when you feel his finger prod at your entract instead of what you really wanted. He let out a chuckle at that, “Sorry princess I have to get you prepped first.” he says, a digit circling around your entrance to spread your arousal. When he deems it slick enough, he finally dips his finger inside you, moving it in and out slowly, occasionally curling it up to rub at that soft spot inside you.
“uh!” hiccup moans leave your lips as you lay back with closed eyes, letting him stretch you open in preparation. The feeling of a second finger has you gasping a little, but to ease the intrusion you feel him bring the pad of his thumb up to gently toy with your clit. He feels more of your arousal leak out around his fingers and uses that to slide in a third, the stretch of your walls making his cock twitch. He continues thrusting them for a while, listening to your sounds of pleasure before he starts scissoring them inside of you.
The pace his fingers take up pushes you to the edge and the combination of his thick fingers inside you hitting your g spot and the assault on your clit was what did you in. “Jungkook!” you cry as you climax, hips bucking to meet his hand as you cum.
He watches you intently as you topple over the edge, not stopping his fingers but slowing them down enough to ride you through your high without it being painful. You can feel your high coming down and open your eyes to look at him, biting your lip at how sexy he looks over you. “Jungkookie..” you sigh, hand trailing up his abdomen.”Wan’ your cock.”
Your words have him groaning as his member lets out another drop of precum on his thigh. He wants so badly to be inside you already but he knows the minute he is, he would be done for and it would be over too soon for his liking. So instead he proceeds to pull his fingers out, stuffing them between his lips and moaning at the taste. You watch him hungrily, already feeling empty without something inside you.
Jungkook pulls his fingers out of his mouth with a pop before trailing his mouth down your torso, nipping and sucking at the skin. He mumbled against your skin, “Just want to taste you first.”
His nose bumps your clit when he finds his way between your legs causing your hips to jump at the sensitivity. He soothes it over with a lick, but that just has you pushing at his head. “I’m too sensitive!” you whine, trying to shut your legs.
He tuts and holds your legs open, tongue continuing to draw circles around the bundle of nerves. “Just one more, princess. One more and I’ll give you my cock, okay?”
You hesitate for a second, not knowing if you have it in you but nod in the end, afraid if you didn’t he’d never get inside you. Jungkook smiles at your confirmation and gives your thigh a kiss then goes back to licking at your clit. His tongue trails up and down your slit, dipping in and circling around your most sensitive areas. It has you turning into a panting mess especially when he finally decides to stop teasing you and cups you entirely with his mouth, proceeding to devour you as if he was starving. You can feel the juices leaking down between your lips and know the sheets were going to be an absolute mess in the morning but you don’t care, hips riding his face as your orgasm begins to build.
“S-shit!” you squeak, gripping on the sides to ground yourself as your thighs squeeze around his head. Jungkook moans at the suffocation, pace picking up as he licks up every last drop of you. It’s the vibrations from his sounds of enjoyment that has you creaming around his tongue. This time he stops once he knows you’ve cum, not wanting to push your sensitivity too much just yet, and kisses his way back up to your lips. You taste yourself in his mouth but you don’t care as you let him kiss your already raw bitten lips.
“You were so good for me, princess. ‘m gonna fuck you now.” you moan at his words, nodding your head almost embarrassingly fast.
Your legs part around his hips as you look down between your legs, seeing his rock hard member already poking its tip at your entrance. Jungkook braces himself before slowly sliding the tip inside you, both of you moaning at the feeling. His head throws back and his eyebrows furrow as he concentrates on trying not to bust his load just from entering you. “So tight..f-fuck y/n.”
You feel the same, already feeling like you’re gonna cum just from the way he stretched you out. You swear you can feel him in your stomach and he hadn’t even gotten all the way in. Your legs find their way around his hips, pulling him in closer before finally you feel the tip of his cock sit snugly against your cervix. Above you, Jungkook’s breathing heavily and you grow impatient, squeezing your walls down on him. He growls, “y/n if you keep doing that I’m not gonna be able to last long enough to make you cum.” he complains, voice strained.
You smirk and squeeze down around him again, relishing in the strained noise he makes. “Then you better hurry up and fuck me, ghost boy.” He just sends you a glare and starts pulling his hips back. For a second you think he’s going to pull out of you completely, afraid that your teasing angered him enough to stop. But instead he thrusts back into you hard, knocking the wind out of you and making stars light up in your eyes.
Instantly he takes up a rough pace, hips snapping against yours so hard you moan in both pleasure and pain. “so- so big..” you hiccup.
He growls at your words, cock picking up the pace “you like that, yeah?”
“I love your cock- i love it- ” you cry, using your legs around his waist to help you fuck yourself down onto his cock.
Jungkook pounds you with such speed it has you breathless and you can’t even form coherent words, slurring out jumbled words. He just continues rolling his hips against you as you fall apart beneath him “such a dirty slut. Fucking yourself on my cock like this.” he laughs as he sees you don’t even stop at his words. “I bet you wanted me to see you fuck yourself on that vibrator, huh? The way you called out my name like that as if I was the one in your slutty pussy.”
“yes- yes fuck me harder-” you sob around the words from pleasure, nails scratching down his back. “-wanna be your slut jungkook-”
He fucks you without mercy. You don’t even register when you feel his finger prod at the entrance to your ass. “Fuck you gonna let me in here, princess? Let me make you feel even better?”
You’re gasping with every thrust he gives and can’t respond, just letting out a chorus of “ah!ah!ah!”
He takes your lack of response as a yes and uses the liquid leaking from between the two of you as lube as his finger breaches the entrance. His hips falter at how you suck him in, “fuck! Princess, you're just begging for something to fill you up in there huh?”
Jungkooks asking too many questions and you don’t even know what he’s talking about. Too caught up in the pleasure of how his cock knocks at your womb with every thrust.
His hips snap forward to meet yours, rough enough to leave bruises, and he growls down at you “answer me” he says.
You can't stop the sounds of pleasure that tumble from between your lips as you answer through the fog “yes, yes, yes-” you moan “fill me up- i want your cock-”
“You already have my cock princess, remember?” his hips grind against yours as he sits snugly inside. “You want another? Hmm so greedy, but since you asked so nicely.”
Your mouth opens in a silent scream, eyes rolling back into your skull so you can see the white of them. His cock is already pounding inside you, so why does it feel like he’s inside your ass now too?
Both members move in tandem inside of you. As soon as one pulls back, the other one is pushing back inside. Your mind is too far gone to understand how he’s doing this but you don’t care. I’m in heaven you think to yourself, tongue lolling out your mouth.
Above you Jungkook is grunting as he continues to pound you into the mattress, face strained from the effort. He can feel his end approaching and decides he needs to get you there first so he reaches down to stroke at your clit, matching the aggressive pace of his hips.
“Too much!” you shout “‘s too much- i can’t!”
“yes you can.” he growls, each syllable paired with a thrust as he races to the edge. “Go ahead and cum princess.”
Your body thrashes uncontrollably underneath him, curses flying from your lips. Your climax is rising and burning through you and it feels so good, his cocks feels so good pounding inside you. suddenly you’re crashing down and your mouth slacks open letting out lewd, drawn out moans as you cum,
reaching his own high, jungkook moans too, his thrusts becoming shallow and a string of curses flow from his mouth as he slumps down next to you, cock slipping out of you with a squelch. You register the feeling of his seed dripping out of you as both of your holes squeeze around nothing from being empty once again. Your legs shake and you can’t even raise an arm to wipe at the sweat that drips down your face.
He sees you struggling to make yourself comfortable and pulls you close to his chest, shushing you as you reel from the strength of the orgasm you just had. You hum at the feeling, struggling to keep yourself awake.
“Stay with me?” you say, staring up at him drowsily, completely spent.
You know your hair is a complete mess and you smell sticky with sweat but that doesn’t stop Jungkook from looking down at you, dark eyes shining like stars as he whispers, “Always.”
Jungkook held you for the rest of the night and despite the temperature difference, you slept soundly. It was weird having a roommate that you couldn’t tell your friends about or tell them that you were also sleeping with him. Even harder to not be able to tell them you were falling for him. Ultimately, Jungkook was dead and eventually you would have to part ways. But for now you were going to enjoy his ever looming presence, even if that meant your underwear was going to continue to go missing.
(Jungkook still continues to blame the cat to this day)
being a brat to mingyu and he manhandles you as punishment <3🙃
kim mingyu and manhandling kinda comes hand in hand tbfh. (have u seen his arms in their recent inside svt, he can absolutely choke me any day) anyway!!!! acting like a brat to piss your boyfriend off would happen from time to time just to spice things up in the bedroom a little. you’d often ask jeonghan for help, knowing it would tick mingyu off.
when you finally get home, mingyu would instantly drag you into your shared bedroom and order you to strip until you’re left in your panties. he’d ask you to lay your body over his lap, and your heart would be beating excitedly in your chest. once you feel his large hands on your ass, you’d quietly moan, wanting nothing more than to have his hand print on your skin. after he’s done spanking your ass until they were sensitive and red, he’d drag you to the middle of the bed and start pounding into your dripping core. “did you plan that with jeonghan, hmm?” he’d ask flipping you onto your stomach like a rag doll. you’d shake your head, unable to form any words. “come on sweetheart, lemme hear you!” mingyu would lift your hips up, before pounding into you relentlessly, wanting to hear you moan out for him.
Imagine being svt's pet. They'd take turns, some were rough n mean, some were soft n sweet. But by the end of it you're covered by their cum inside out. Gosh am dizzy 🥴
omg wait this concept is making me go insane because i can just tell who would be the ones with a soft spot for you and the ones would who never let you get away with anything. LET ME PAINT U A PICTURE REALLY QUICK OK.
update: after i finished writing this i see that i got carried away but i think it'd be fun to do different combinations of members like i did here!! not too too sure abt it yet but idk we will see how i feel in the future so hopefully that can be something fun to look forward to <3
so maybe it's like cb season and all of them have been super preoccupied with practice and recording and writing all that and as a result, you're left alone and unattended to. it's like they're practically begging you to act up. so you do.
but you know that if you want this to work out in your favor, you have to play your cards right. you have to tease someone who couldn't handle it: seokmin. there is no doubt in my mind that he would make it extremely obvious that you sent him something absolutely filthy. maybe it's a picture. a few shots of your body clad in his favorite lingerie would be enough to make his imagination run wild. or maybe you'd play it really risky, sending him a video or audio of you touching yourself and whining his name. you could practically see it now — his phone connected to a speaker and the echo of your pornographic moans sounding throughout the whole studio. but that's beside the point. because whatever it is you send him, you know for a fact that the two of you will get caught. and that's exactly what you want.
i have a feeling it'd be cheol, jeonghan, and wonwoo who would catch seokmin the easiest. they'd take one look at him and see the want in his eyes and the red of his face and they could just tell that you're up to no good. at the sight of seokmin's flushed face, a switch in cheol would immediately flip. "what did that little brat do this time?"
fast forward to when they get home and you'd be in for some deep shit. especially if it was this grouping in particular (as in cheol, hannie, wonu, and seokmin).
cheol, hannie, and wonu would be fucking relentless when it came to using you, punishing you with pleasure. the three practically competed to prove both to you and one another how much you needed them. meanwhile seokmin would watch idly, stroking his dick as he patiently waited his turn.
right off the bat, jeonghan would be eager to fuck your mouth, needing you to show everyone in the room that you know how a good girl should behave. he'd 1000% grip your jaw and firmly tell you that "if you're so eager for a dick in you, you have to prove that you deserve it." he'd say that, knowing how much you love it. he knows you like the challenge. but even moreso, he knows that you like it sloppy. you like when his cum leaks out the sides of your mouth so you can lick it off of his fingers, sucking them the same way you did his cock. and then you'd be passed along.
when wonu gets ahold of you i feel like he'd be eager to tease you. he would fuck you harshly but slowly, making sure to hit the sweetest spot. maybe he'd stay still in you for a bit, reveling in the way you squirm underneath him. he has to show you that, while he can feel the pleasure of your cunt clenching around him, you have to suffer from the lack of movement. sure it would be hell to have to hold back, but the desperation in your voice is so gratifying. there's truly nothing more satisfying to him than you begging for him to move. he hears broken cries would leave your lips and swears he could get off at the sound alone. he'd be so so mean but that doesn't mean he won't still fill you up with his load.
then cheol. oh god, you'd have it rough with him. he'd be extremely vocal, calling you a good little slut and mocking the way you moan and cry out for him. he'd be big on dirty talk when others were around, wanting to show his dominance, always making sure that even though other people were using you, his impact on you would be just as evident as if it were just him alone. he'd leave marks on you and whisper filth in your ear between bites. "love the way i fuck your little pussy don't you? already swallowed up hannie and had wonwoo fill you up, but it still wasn't enough. my babygirl needs me to fuck all this cum into you." and the look on his face would be pure evil. "'s like you were fuckin' made for taking us," he'd mutter releasing his own hot spurts of cum into you.
and when you finally got back to seokmin, i think he'd look at your fucked out state, dick throbbing from the scene before him, and want nothing more than to clean you up. he's see how well you did and how utterly wrecked you looked and praise you, lapping up at all the cum running dripping between your thighs. between a mixture of your own arousal, the other member's, and his spit, seokmin would be in awe, savoring you and your pretty sounds. he's also be the ones who'd end up sleeping with you in bed at the end of all of that, your lazy smile pressed up against one of his bare chests, as he strokes your hair with a grin of his own shining across his face.
sigh, this sounds like a dream 🥲 maybe minghao’s just come home from a very tough and long practice with the boys. you’d draw him a nice, warm bath with his favourite food already served on the table, waiting for him. you double check the temperature of the water before making your way out of the bathroom but minghao would grab your wrist and urge you to join him. you’d refuse at first but minghao looks at you with those eyes you can’t seem to resist. “fine,” you’d sigh, stripping yourself down until you’re left bare infront of him. he’d help you step into the bathtub, guiding you so that you’re straddling him. you’d wrap your arms around his neck, leaning in until your lips are hovering over his. “are you sure you’re not tired?” you ask, your fingers running through his hair. “gonna let you do all the work, baby,” he kisses your lips before leaning back to watch you bounce on his cock as the water sloshes around you.
＊ — ৎ˳ْ vocal unit’s reaction to you wanting to paint their nails ഒ
% WOOZI .ᐟ ♥︎ . . . he would stare at you for a moment trying to process your request. is there a reason you want to paint his nails? he’d ask you that with a clueless face and you have to actually answer first before he could let you. would want you to choose the colors for him, doesn’t care which color as long as he gets to watch you carefully and delicately paint it on his nails. he’d watched fondly at your focused state and not move an inch all while you’re applying the nail polish. soft woozi? soft woozi. compliments it right after with a small smile and waits for it to dry. he won’t particularly show it to anyone and brag about how you painted it, he’d want small moments like those stay between the two of you only. when he’s alone in the studio, typing away or doing some things, he’d see his painted nails and smile cuz he remembers you. :(
% JEONGHAN .ᐟ ♥︎ . . . he would eat this up (i think?) he’s almost down to do anything with you. the type to watch your hands and how you apply the nail polish so when his polish is all dried up and okay, he can do yours. he’d choose multi-colors, each color representing how he perceive you and your relatioship. red for love? yup. your favorite color? yup. his favorite color? yup. the color of the first flower he ever gave to you? absolutely. the colors of the clothes you first wore on your first date? exactly! would hundred percent gossip while doing that, he would start acting like it’s a sleepover and possibly start playing dress up or something. he would take pics of it and post it on his instagram. *takes pic of him holding a paper cup with his nails on display* mhm this water is rly tasty! oh you like my nails? i know. me too.
% JOSHUA .ᐟ ♥︎ . . . ngl this man is a hit or miss. the moment you asked him if you can paint his nails you could see the hesitation pass through his face. pls he’s always such a formal lad you truly doubt that he will agree but still decided to ask him anyway. imagine your surprise when he said yes, the way you leaped off the couch to get your nail polishes made him chuckle at your eagerness. he’ll probably fight with you on which color suits him better and one of you have to cave in or no nails will be painted that day. “you should pick a color that will match with your handmade bracelets.” his eyes would light up and he’d smile at you and agree. will tell you to paint your nails too so you can wear the bracelets he made for you and you could be twinsies. he’ll take countless pictures of you but won’t post it cuz it’s for him only to see, nobody else can see your domestic moments together cuz you’re his and only his.
% DOKYEOM .ᐟ ♥︎ . . . the man was too stunned to speak. but he’d still say yes. who is he to say no to you pampering him? (not rly pampering him but he likes it when you try things on him) very indecisive when it comes to colors. does he want sexy rockstar black? or fun and cute pastel? you’ll have to put black on one hand and pastel on the other and he’ll take a look on what he likes best and once it’s all been decided, you’ll have to do it all over again. he thinks it’s sweet how you’re so patient with him. will take the chance to ask you how you’ve been and tell you about his day. he likes feeling your hands on his when you hold it to apply the polish properly. once it’s done you’ll have to warn him to not touch anything but it must’ve slip out of his head that it still needs to dry down so when he grabbed your face to give you a little smooch it transferred some of the polish to your cheeks. whoops..
% SEUNGKWAN .ᐟ ♥︎ . . . the moment “nail polish” leaves your mouth he’s already saying yes. he would 100% compliment you while you’re painting his nails and make small little amazed sounds like a kid looking at a cool toy. he’ll fluster you without him even knowing it pls he just keeps complimenting your skills in painting nails without him even knowing that it’s making your heart flutter. “ah how cool i can’t believe i have a cute significant other to do this for me”, “i should show this to soonyoung when we see each other”, “oooh that’s so pretty. no wonder yours always look nice, you’re great at painting nails”. hand in marriage sir. even if it looks a little wonky, he still appreciates it cuz it’s YOU who painted it.
