GOOD FOR YOU ⭑
PAIRING: Hwang Intak x Roommate!Reader
SUMMARY: You weren’t expecting to walk in on your roommate touching himself after a day out… and you especially weren’t expecting to hear your own name fall from his lips while he did it.
WC: 4.2k words!
DISCLAIMERS: smut! [ minors / ageless blogs dni !!!! ] intak is a perverted loser. very horny reader LOL & kinda meanish. voyeurism heh, masturbating (m), oral (f & m), fingering, pussy drunk intak Btw. unprotected sex!!!!!! (WRAP THAT THO DEADASS.) subtak…? kinda. i tried ok. “good boy” :3 and a very good amount of dirty talk me thinks. GUYS IM JUST HERE FOR GANGNAM STYLE.
You had been walking on the edge of arousal all day, a low humming fuzziness beneath your skin that nothing seemed to scratch. Every shift of your jean shorts against your thighs had been a tease, every accidental brush of your arm against a stranger sent a jolt you didn't want. You were wet, aching, and frustrated, and the only thing you wanted as you jammed your key into the front door was the sanctuary of your room and your own hand.
Your panties had practically been soaked through since mid-day, the fabric clinging uncomfortably to your center as a constant reminder of how desperately you needed release. Every time you shifted in your seat, whether it be on a bench, or on public transit, you felt the slickness there, pulsing with need.
You'd considered ducking into a random bathroom stall more than once, but the idea of a quick, unsatisfying orgasm wasn't what you craved. You wanted to take your time, to spread out on your bed and really indulge yourself.
But to your dismay, as you walked into the living room, there was something else to already worry about.
You froze the moment the door clicked shut behind you. The living room dark and dead, but faint noises captured the atmosphere. There was a low, rhythmic sound, punctuated by heavy, ragged breathing. Your heart skipped a beat, not from fear, but from recognition.
Intak? He was home? He said he had work today… clearly not.
And he was definitely doing something he shouldn't be doing in your shared living space, or at least, not with his door open…?
Your first instinct was annoyance — you had been counting on having the place to yourself. But as you stood there, listening, that annoyance transformed into something else entirely. The sounds were unmistakable. The wet slap of skin on skin and his breathy gasps followed by low, desperate groans — he was jerking off, and from the sound of it, he was really going at it.
You dropped your bag in the hallway silently, your curiosity warring with the sudden spike of heat that flared in your lower belly. You knew you should go to your room, give him privacy, but the sound was magnetic. It pulled you forward, step by silent step across the hardwood floor, toward the hallway that led to the bedrooms. Your pulse quickened with each movement, your own arousal intensifying as you got closer to the source of those delicious sounds.
You'd heard Intak before, of course. The walls in this apartment were paper-thin, and more than once you'd wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of him pleasuring himself in the next room. Those nights, you'd lie there in the darkness, your hand creeping between your legs, matching your rhythm to his, imagining what he looked like or what he was thinking about. You'd always wondered if he knew you could hear him, if maybe he was doing it on purpose, putting on a show for you through the walls.
As you got closer, the noises became clearer, more distinct. And then, words. "Fuck... yes," He groaned, low and wrecked. But it was his next words that turned your blood to fire. "Just like that pretty girl... please..."
Your pussy clenched, a fresh wave of arousal flooding through you. He was thinking about someone?? Who was he thinking about? Girl from work? An idol? Actress? Your mind raced through the possibilities even as your feet carried you closer to his bedroom door. It was slightly cracked opne, like he didn't have the power in him to shut it all the way. Stupid, careless Intak — so lost in his fantasy that he hadn't even bothered. You pressed yourself against the wall just outside his room, your heart pounding so hard you were sure he'd hear it. Then, slowly and carefully, you leaned forward just enough to peek inside.
The sight that greeted you nearly made you gasp out loud.
He was sitting in his desk chair, head thrown back. His shirt was discarded on the floor, leaving his back and shoulders exposed, muscles shifting as he moved. You could see the flush running down his body, the way his shoulders flexed with each movement of his arm. His hand was moving furiously between his legs, his hips jerking up to meet his strokes. Even from the side, you could see how desperate he was, how completely lost in his pleasure.
"Fuck, so good," He whined, his voice breaking on a sob. “God, just like that YN.”
Your breath caught in your throat. ….
"Please," He continued, his voice ragged and needy.
Holy shit. He was thinking about you. The realization hit you like a physical blow, sending a shockwave of pure lust straight to your core. Intak, your life long friend and now roommate, the one who always left his dishes in the sink and borrowed your shampoo without asking, was jerking himself raw while fantasizing about you and your mouth on his cock.
You should have been angry. You should have slammed the door oprn and confronted him... But instead, you felt a dark, hungry satisfaction curl in your stomach. All those nights you'd spent touching yourself to the sound of him, wondering if he ever thought about you — and here was your answer. He wanted you.
You leaned against the doorframe, crossing your arms, and watched him. Your pussy was throbbing now, your clit so swollen and sensitive you could feel it pulsing with your heartbeat. You pressed your thighs together, trying to get some friction, some relief, but it only made it worse.
He was completely lost in it. His hand moved faster, the slick sounds growing louder, filling the small room. You could see his abs contracting with every thrust of his hips, and the way his whole body was tensing up. By the way his breathing had gone ragged followed by desperate little whimpers escaping his throat, you could tell he was close.
He gasped, his hand speeding up, the slick sounds growing louder, filling the small room. "Just like that.. Fuck… Please.. please.."
The begging did something to you.
Hearing him so desperate, needy, and completely undone by the thought of you — it was intoxicating. It made you feel powerful, desired, and wanted in a way that made your head spin.
Your hand moved almost unconsciously to your breast, squeezing through your shirt, your nipple hard and aching under your palm. You watched as his movements became more frantic while his free hand gripped the armrest of his chair so hard his knuckles were white. His hips were lifting off the seat with each stroke, fucking into his fist like it was your pussy.
You couldn't take it anymore. The throbbing between your legs was demanding attention, and seeing him like this — vulnerable and filthy — was an opportunity you couldn't pass up. You stepped into the room, your socked feet making no sound on the carpet. Your heart was racing, adrenaline and arousal mixing into a heady cocktail that made you feel bold, reckless.
"Intak," You said, your voice low but firm.
He screamed. It was a high-pitched, undignified yelp as he scrambled to cover himself, knocking his gaming microphone off the desk in the process. It clattered to the floor with a crash that seemed deafening in the sudden silence. He spun, eyes wide with terror, his hands frantically trying to pull his sweatpants up over his erection.
But it was useless — his cock was too hard and big as it strained against the fabric. He looked like a guilty puppy, frozen in the headlights of your gaze.
"Holy shit!—I thought you were—" He stammered, his face burning a bright red that rivaled the flush on his chest. His eyes were wild, panicked, darting around the room like he was looking for an escape route.
"Hm," You hummed, cutting him off as you stepped further into the room. You walked toward him slowly, deliberately, watching him shrink back into his chair. "Was that my name I heard?”
His face, already red, somehow managed to go even redder. "No–.”
"Don't lie to me." You shook your head, your voice sharp. You stopped right in front of his chair, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off his skin. You could smell him — sweat and something disgustingly male. It made your head spin, yet your pussy clenched with need. "I heard you."
He covered his face with his hands, groaning in misery. "I'm sorry. I'm a creep. I'm disgusting. I'll move out, just — please don't hate me. Please."
The desperation in his voice sent a thrill through you. He thought he was in trouble? He thought you were disgusted. He had no idea that you were just as turned on as he was — that your panties were soaked through and that you'd been fantasizing about this exact scenario for months.
You stepped right between his legs now, close enough that your knees were almost touching his thighs. You reached out to grab his wrists and pull his hands away from his face.
He resisted at first, but you were insistent, tugging until he finally let you pull his hands down. He looked up at you, eyes watery and filled with shame, but beneath that, you saw the hunger. He was still hard, you could see the tent in his sweatpants, practically vibrating with need. His cock was straining against the fabric, a wet spot forming where the head was leaking pre-cum.
"Hate you?" You laughed softly, your thumbs stroking over the sensitive skin of his inner wrists. You could feel his pulse racing under your fingers. "I didn't say I hated it."
He blinked, confused. "What?"
"Walls are thin, sweet Intak," You purred, leaning down so you were inches from him. You could see every detail of his face — the way his pupils were blown wide with arousal, and the way his lips were parted and trembling, the sheen of sweat on his forehead. "This isn't the first time I've heard you."
His jaw dropped. "You... what?"
"Mmhmm." You hummed, letting go of one of his wrists to trail your fingers up his bare arm. His skin was hot, almost feverish… goosebumps rising in the wake of your touch. "I've heard you plenty of times. Late at night, when you think I'm asleep. Early in the morning, when you think I've already left for work. You're not as quiet as you think you are."
"I–" He breathed, his eyes squeezing shut. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know. I thought—"
"And I never said anything." You continued, your eyes trailing down his chest to the waistband of his pants. His chest was heaving, his nipples hard little points. "Because sometimes, lying in my bed at night listening to you... it helped me get off, too."
His eyes snapped open, staring at you in disbelief. "You touched yourself thinking about me?"
"All the time." You admitted, your fingernails scratching lightly against his skin. He hissed at the contact, his hips bucking involuntarily. "I'd lie there in the dark, my hand between my legs, listening to you moan and imagining it was me making you feel that good. Imagining your cock inside me, stretching me open, filling me up."
Intak let out a shuddering breath, his eyes darkening as the words sank in. "Fuck," he whispered. "Are you serious right now? Because if you're messing with me—"
"But listening isn't enough anymore." You interrupted, your voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I want the real thing. I want to feel you… Want you to fuck me until I can't walk straight."
"Yeah?" He whispered, like he was afraid you'd vanish if he spoke too loud. “Please, if you're joking—“
"Do I look like I'm joking?" You reached down and palmed him through his sweatpants, feeling the solid, heavy heat of him. He was rock hard, his cock thick and hot even through the fabric. He hissed, his head falling back against the chair, his hands gripping the armrests.
"Besides... you’ve stolen my panties, haven’t you?"
He froze, his eyes snapping open to meet yours. There was no point in denying it. You could see the guilt written all over his face, mixed with arousal and fear. "I..."
"Hm." You said, a slow smile spreading across your face. You gave him a firm squeeze that made him whine, a high-pitched sound of need that went straight to your clit. "You don't think I notice when my dirty panties go missing from my laundry? My black lacey ones? Or the pink cotton ones with a little bow? My red thong?"
"I'm sorry." He breathed, looking up at you with those wide, pleading eyes. "I just couldn't help it. You smell so good. I know it's fucked up.”
"It is fucked up," You agreed, your hand moving in slow circles over his cock. You could feel it twitching under your palm, how desperately he needed relief. "But I like it. I like knowing you wanted me so badly you had to steal my panties. What did you do with them, Intak? Did you wrap them around your cock while you jerked off? Did you hold them to your face and breathe me in while you came?"
"Y..yes" He admitted, his voice breaking. "Both. I'm sorry.”
"Don't apologize." You said, sinking to your knees in front of him. The carpet was rough against your knees, but you didn't care. You were eye-level with his crotch now, could see the outline of his cock straining against his sweatpants, could see the wet spot spreading. "I think it's sweet."
He stared at you, mesmerized, as you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants. "What are you doing?"
"What does it look like?" You asked, tugging the fabric down. He lifted his hips to help you, and then his cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach.
Fuck. He was way bigger than you'd imagined. Thick and long, the head flushed an angry red and leaking pre-cum. You could see a vein running along the underside, pulsing with his heartbeat. Your mouth watered at the sight.
You wrapped your hand around the base, marveling at the weight of him in your palm. He was hot, almost burning, and so hard you could feel him throbbing.
"I've touched myself to the idea of something like this countless times." You whispered, leaning in to lick a stripe up the underside of his shaft. He cried out, his hands flying to your hair, tangling in the strands. The taste of him exploded on your tongue. "Just hope you live up to the standards in my head."
"I will." He promised, his voice wrecked. "I'll do whatever you want. Please, I... please."
You didn't make him wait any longer. You leaned forward and took him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and sucking hard. He hissed your name while his hips jerked up off the chair, forcing his cock deeper into your throat. You relaxed your jaw, letting him fuck your mouth, enjoying the desperate, needy sounds he was making.
"Oh fuck– fuck," He chanted, his fingers tightening in your hair and holding on like you were the only thing keeping him grounded. "Feels so good–"
You hummed around him, the vibrations making him gasp. You took him deeper, until the head of his cock hit the back of your throat. You swallowed around him, fighting your gag reflex, and he nearly came apart.
"Wait, wait, wait–" He gasped, tugging gently on your hair. "I don't want to yet. I want—I need—"
You pulled off with a pop, a string of saliva connecting your lips to the head of his cock. You looked up at him, your hand still working away while your lips were swollen and wet with a smile. "What do you need, Intak?"
"I need to taste you," He said, his voice desperate. “Need to know if you taste as good as I imagine."
Heat flooded through you at his words. "Stand up," You ordered.
He scrambled to obey, nearly tripping over his sweatpants pooled around his ankles. He kicked them off, standing before you completely naked, his cock jutting out proudly. You moved to sit on the edge of the bed, right in front of him. His eyes were locked on you, watching your every move with an intensity that made your skin prickle.
You hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your shorts. Slowly, teasingly, you shimmied them down your hips, along with your panties. You kicked them off to the side, leaving you bare from the waist down. The cool air hit your overheated pussy, making you gasp.
His eyes locked onto your exposed pussy, his mouth falling open slightly. You could see his cock twitching, leaking onto his thigh. "Fuck," He breathed. "You're so wet."
"All day, I’ve been." You admitted, leaning back on your hands and spreading your legs wide, giving him an unobstructed view as he got on his knees.
"Okay, stop staring and put that mouth to use."
Intak didn't hesitate, quickly he surged forward, burying his face in your cunt with a groan that vibrated through your entire body. His tongue was hot and frantic, lapping at your folds like a starving man. You gasped, your head falling back as he found your clit almost immediately, sucking it into his mouth.
"Oh, fuck," You moaned, your hands finding his hair. It was soft, slightly damp with sweat, and you gripped it tightly, holding him against you. "Just like that. Good boy."
He whimpered against your skin, the praise spurring him on. He ate you out with a single-minded intensity, his nose rubbing against your clit as his tongue plunged inside you. He was messy and sloppy – you could feel his saliva mixing with your own arousal as it dripped down your thighs, and it was perfect. He was showing how much he's wanted this, how much he's needed you.
His hands came up to grip your thighs, spreading you wider, holding you open for his mouth. His fingers dug into your flesh, hard enough to leave bruises, but you didn't care. The slight pain only added to the pleasure, making everything more intense.
"That's it," You panted, your hips starting to rock against his face. "Fuck, dont ’stop–."
He moaned against you, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your core. He pulled back just enough to gasp, "I've imagined this every single night."
A moan ripped from your throat as you tugged on his hair. "Show me what you've been dreaming about."
He dove back in with renewed enthusiasm, his tongue working your clit in tight circles. You could feel the orgasm building, that familiar tension coiling in your lower tummmy. But you didn't want to cum yet. You wanted to draw this out, and savor every second of having him on his knees for you.
He pulled back slightly, gasping for air, his chin glistening with your sex. He looked up at you, his eyes glassy and unfocused, completely fucked-out. His lips were swollen and red, his cheeks flushed. He looked absolutely wrecked, and you'd barely even started.
"You're so perfect," You panted, stroking his hair back from his forehead. Your fingers were gentle now, soothing. "Taste good?"
"I love it," He rasped, his voice hoarse. "Love how you taste. Love the sounds you make." He dove back in, his tongue flattening against your clit, licking in long, slow strokes that made your toes curl.
You looked down and noticed his hips moving, bucking forward rhythmically. He was humping the air, seeking friction for his neglected cock, but he didn't stop licking you. He was obsessed, pussy drunk, barely coming up for air as he worked you toward the edge.
"Look at me," You begged, tugging on his hair.
He pulled his mouth away just enough to look up at you, his tongue still darting out to catch your juices. The sight of him He looked like he was worshipping you, like eating your pussy was the greatest privilege he'd ever been given.
"You're doing so well." You praised him, and watched his eyes light up. "Making me feel so good."
He moaned, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment before snapping back open. He didn't want to miss a second of this or stop looking at you. His tongue went back to work, lapping at your entrance, gathering your wetness before moving back up to your clit.
"I'm close," You warned him, your thighs starting to tremble. The tension was building, coiling tighter and tighter. He doubled his efforts, sucking on your clit and sliding two fingers inside you, curling them just right. They slid in easily, your pussy wet and ready for him. He found that perfect spot inside you that made you see stars, and pressed against it.
"NghFuck—“ You cried out, your back arching off the bed.
He kept his fingers right where they were, pumping them in and out while his mouth worked your clit. His other hand was still gripping your thigh, holding you open, and you could feel him trembling with the effort of holding himself back. His cock was probably aching, desperate for attention, but he didn't stop. He was completely focused on you and making you cum.
"Intak,” You gasped, your fingers tightening in his hair.
He groaned against you, the vibrations pushing you over the edge. You cried out, your body shaking as the orgasm tore through you. Your walls clamped down on his fingers, your thighs trying to close around his head, but he held you open, and licked you through it. He lapped up everything you gave him, moaning like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted.
The pleasure seemed to go on forever, wave after wave crashing over you. Your vision went white as your whole body tensed and then released. As you came down, panting heavily, your body still twitching with aftershocks, you pushed him back gently.
He pulled away reluctantly, his fingers sliding out of you. Intak looked dazed, his lips puffy amd face shining with your arousal. He brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean, and the sight made your pussy clench all over again.
"Shit–" You breathed. "That was..."
"Amazing," He finished, his voice rough. "Taste so good. Can I do it again?"
You laughed, breathless. "Later. Right now, I need you inside me."
His eyes widened, cock twitching visibly. "Really?"
You rolled your eyes before you grabbed his shoulders, hauling him up from the floor and onto the bed. He climbed up eagerly, his body covering yours. You could feel his cock, hard and hot, pressing against your thigh.
“Need you so bad.” He let out a breath, his forehead resting against yours. "I've wanted this for so long."
"Prove it." You whispered, reaching between your bodies to wrap your hand around his cock. He gasped at the contact, his hips jerking forward. You guided him to your entrance, rubbing the head of his cock through your folds, coating him in your wetness. He was trembling, his whole body tight with anticipation.
Intak pushed forward, sinking into you inch by inch. You groaned at the stretch, the feeling of fullness overwhelming after so long wanting this. He felt huge, hot and hard and pulsing inside you. Your pussy stretched to accommodate him, the slight burn only adding to the pleasure.
He choked out your name, his eyes squeezing shut. "So tight. Feels better than I ever imagined."
When he was finally buried to the hilt, he stopped, his forehead still resting against yours, his breathing ragged. You could feel him throbbing as you wrapped your legs around his waist, your heels digging into his lower back.
Intak started to thrust, slow and deep at first, savoring the feeling. Each stroke dragged against your walls, hitting spots inside you that made you gasp. Able to feel every ridge, vein, and the way his cock curved just right to hit your special spot.
"So pretty." He panted, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. "So perfect.“
"God, go harder–" You asked, your nails digging into his shoulders.
Something in him snapped and his control completely shattered as he started pounding into you, his hips snapping against yours with wet, slapping sounds. The bed creaked beneath you, the headboard hitting the wall with each thrust. He was whimpering with every thrust, high-pitched sounds of pleasure that went straight to your head.
"Yes, yes, yes!" You chanted, meeting him thrust for thrust. Your bodies were slick with sweat, sliding against each other. You could feel another orgasm building already, the pressure mounting with each stroke of his cock inside you.
"You're so beautiful." He whimpered before you pulled him down for a kiss. Your lips crashed together, messily. You immediately tasted yourself on his tongue, musky and sweet while he moaned into your mouth, his hips still stuttering as he lost his rhythm for a moment.
You reached between your bodies, your fingers finding your clit. You rubbed in tight circles, the added stimulation making you cry out. Your pussy clenched around him, and he groaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "So close," You gasped. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
"I won't," He promised, his hips pounding into you relentlessly. "Gonna make you feel so good, promise."
The pressure was building. Your whole body was tense, every muscle coiled tight. Your fingers worked your clit frantically, chasing that peak. "I'm gonna come," He warned you, his voice breaking.
"I can't hold it. You feel too good."
"Not yet," You gasped, your fingers moving faster. You were right on the edge, so close you could taste it. "Wait for me. Just a little longer."
He let out a sob, burying his face in your neck, his hips pounding into you relentlessly. "I'm trying, I'm trying..”
"Almost," You panted, your body starting to shake.
And when you were there, your orgasm slammed into you like a freight train. You cried out, your back arching off the bed as your pussy clamped down around him like a vice. The pleasure was overwhelming, whiting out your vision once again and making your whole body convulse.
Intak pulsed deep inside you as he spilled everything himself. You felt it — hot and thick, filling you completely. Your walls clamped down around him, milking him and drawing out every last drop.
"Fuuuuck." He whimpered against your neck, his hips still moving in shallow thrusts, riding out his orgasm while buried deep inside you. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close as he came, your legs locked around his waist, keeping him exactly where he was. You didn't want him to pull out, or lose the feeling of him inside you.
He collapsed on top of you, his chest heaving against yours, his cock still buried deep. For a long moment, you both laid there, breathing heavily, your bodies intertwined. You could feel him softening inside you, and the warmth of his release coating your inner walls.
Eventually, he lifted his head to look at you, his eyes glazed and satisfied. "God." he breathed. "That was..."
"Yeah," you agreed, running your fingers down his back. You were a mess, covered in sweat, your hair sticking to your forehead. But you felt amazing, satisfied in a way you hadn't been in months.
And the feeling of him still inside you, even as he softened, was absolutely perfect.
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