Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Reader (ATEEZ) Length: 4.5k words || (ao3 link) || Genre: Romance, NSFW, AU - Roommates/Housemates Warning Tags: Masturbation, edgeplay, sexual fantasies, like super minor exhibitionism kink, scent kink, cumshot, dirty talk. Synopsis: She had dropped a pair of panties on the floor on her way to do laundry… and Wooyoung couldn’t help himself. Sticky fingers, indeed. A/N: I had brain rot, and I am shameless. Enjoy.
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He knew he shouldn’t have done it.
He knew it was wrong.
But, fuck, he couldn’t help himself.
They sat there, right in front of him in the middle of the hallway, caught between the length of her bedroom and the laundry room, only strides away from him. They mocked him, taunted him, jeered at him, and stared him right in the face to toy with his temptation, practically begging for him to pick them up. He could have turned away. He could have ignored them, left them to be found by their owner, retrieved with a sigh of relief and an anxious glance around the room. He could have done that. No, he should have done that. But he couldn’t help himself.
It was a stray pair of baby pink panties that sat on the taupe-coloured carpet runner.
A stray pair of baby pink panties with a small white bow on the front.
A stray pair of baby pink panties with a pretty white bow on the front and white scallop lace trim along the seams.
A stray pair of baby pink panties with a pretty white bow on the front, white scallop lace time, and a heart-shaped peek-a-boo cutout on the ass.
He couldn’t help himself.
Within seconds, those panties – those adorably slutty baby pink panties – wound up stuffed deep into the pocket of Wooyoung’s grey sweatpants. His heart thumped erratically in his chest from the adrenaline that he felt when he stuffed them away unceremoniously into his pocket, fingers shaking, fearful of being caught. His eyes trailed up the carpet runner, making sure she didn’t suddenly appear from the laundry room in search of her missing garment. He heard nothing else aside from his shallow breathing and the sounds of her faint humming while she shoved her laundry into the basin of the washing machine, the clink of a button against metal ringing once or twice over. He took that opportunity to duck away into the bathroom, closing the door as naturally as he could muster to avoid raising suspicion before locking it with feverish rapidity.
The minute he knew he was safe, Wooyoung turned his back to the door and leaned over the sink. The chill of the porcelain basin was a shocking contrast to the warm sweat covering his palms. He stared blankly into the drain, mind still racing from the adrenaline, and tried to calm himself down by focusing on a stray bit of water that dripped distressingly slowly into the drain. He couldn’t believe he had done that. Couldn't believe he had stolen a pair of panties, let alone a pair that belonged to her, his roommate. The pair of them had barely spoken to each other in the seven months they had lived together aside from the usual pleasantries – those things tended to happen when one needed a roommate quickly to avoid losing a lease.
Wooyoung tore his gaze away from his meditation into the void of the drain, staring at his reflection in the mirror, wispy strands of black hair catching in his eyelashes, a slight sheen of sweat beading along his browline. A faint flush coated his cheeks, lips parted as he sucked in a breath and swallowed hard. He really couldn’t believe he had done this. A sense of dread pooled deep into his stomach, his vision blurring for but a moment. He never pinned himself as a closet pervert, especially not one desperate enough to steal his roommate’s panties. Sure, he had his fair share of fetishes and kinks – he would never turn down the use of a blindfold or a gag with his partners – but as his gaze shifted away from his face and trailed towards the lump in his pocket, the shame he felt with himself was replaced with a rush of excitement. He salivated out of eagerness to inspect his stolen treasure more closely.
Wooyoung slowly, cautiously removed a hand from the edge of the sink, hesitantly reaching towards his pocket. He couldn’t help but feel that he was being watched by invisible eyes, shame and guilt chewing at the back of his mind, but the promise of satisfied curiosity spoke louder, silencing them rather quickly. His fingers brushed over the fabric of his sweatpants, tracing along the outline of her panties. They had felt soft in his hand when he had snatched them off of the floor. He inhaled a shaken breath through his nose, lithe fingers reaching into his pocket, and pulled out the bundle of light pink and white fabric on his exhale, steeling his nerves. Shame retrieved the upper hand, and the gravity of what he had done finally sank in, sucking the air out of his body and making him wish he hadn’t exhaled when he had. His eyes darted back to his reflection only briefly, searching for confirmation with himself that he had really stolen a pair of her panties, ensuring that this wasn’t some strangely perverted dream of his gone rogue. Seeing the mixed gleam of excitement and fear in his eyes, the rise and fall of his chest with every quick breath he took, and the flush in his cheeks solidified that this was, in fact, happening in real-time. And with that, Wooyoung took a hesitant breath in and caved into his desires.
He fiddled with the fabric in his hands for a minute, moulding them into the shape they would take if they were on her body and holding them in front of his chest, looking back at them in the mirror. They were so cute, appearing innocent from the front, with a sweet surprise in the back. He would make her model them for him if he could. Wooyoung swallowed the lump which grew in his throat, peering down into them to see the remnants of a white stain on the pink fabric. His mouth went dry at that moment, heart beating against his ribcage with such aggression he was terrified it might leap out of his throat and fall into the sink basin in front of him. Wooyoung adjusted the placement of his fingers, turning the garment inside out, and brought the fabric closer to his nose, giving the stain a cautious sniff.
Wooyoung needed to catch his weight against the sink when his knees buckled beneath him, stifling a groan as he dug his nose deeper into the fabric and huffed in a large breath, his eyes fluttering shut. She smelled sweet and clean – exactly the way he had expected, exactly the way he had dreamed. He couldn’t count how many times he had thought about how she might smell. Every shower left a trail of rose and vanilla behind, with perfume scents to match. He could only imagine that she would smell as sweet as those, and the confirmation of his hypothesis left him writhing. He couldn’t count how many times he fantasized about her sitting her sweet, delicate pussy over his face, nose buried against her clit, his tongue lapping ferociously against her slit in a frugal quest to get her off. He wanted so badly to taste her, to savour the sweetness of her orgasm on his tongue, to feel her legs quivering against his cheeks, to hear the same breathy moans he heard through the walls every so often.
Wooyoung would be lying through clenched teeth if he said he had never once thought about wanting to fuck her. The number of fantasies he had about her was immeasurable, envisioning his hand on her throat, his favourite black silk blindfold covering her eyes and tied over into a pretty bow – a perfect present to him after having been so patient for so long. Every time she was in the kitchen, clothes in nothing more than a pair of skimpy shorts and an oversized t-shirt, he yearned to bend her over the countertop, giving her ass a smack. He wanted to press his arousal against the perfect curse of her ass, rutting against her to get off, whispering sweet words of sin into her ear the entire time, teasing her for daring to dress that way in front of him – did she not think of him as a man, assuming he wouldn’t be turned on by her like this?
“Wooyoung~?”
Wooyoung’s blood ran cold when he heard her calling his name, eyes snapping open and bringing him back to reality. He tore the panties away from his nose, taking a shaky step back from the sink.
“Shit!” He cursed under his breath, stuffing the panties back into his pocket and, thinking on his feet, reaching over to flush the toilet. He ran the tap soon after, praying that she wouldn’t think he had spent an abnormal amount of time in the bathroom. He hoped that he hadn’t spent an obscene amount of time away. He quickly washed his hands under cold water, a shiver running up his spine, peeking up at his reflection. His cheeks were still flushed bright red, eyes still glazed over with hints of desire, and his mind still whirring with sinful ideas. Wooyoung turned off the tap, cleared his throat, and, upon looking down at the bulge straining against the inseam of his sweatpants, frowned and picked up the hand towel beside the sink, unravelling it to let it hang from his hands while he dried them in a desperate attempt to hide his arousal before unlocking the door. He swung it open with one hand, towel in the other, and peeked around the doorframe to search for her.
“Yeah?” He called after her, watching for movement from either end of the corridor. His breath hitched in his throat when he saw her frame peer through the laundry room door, heart skipping a beat when her pretty, innocent eyes stared at him from down the hall.
“Have you seen a rogue pair of panties anywhere?” She asked, brows furrowed in mild confusion, a faint pout on her lips. Wooyoung couldn’t help but feel slightly aghast that she was able to ask the question so bluntly. “They’re my favourite pair, pink and white.”
Wooyoung’s heart stopped when he heard those words, his mouth drying and a chill running down his spine, causing his cock to spring against his pants.
Her favourite pair.
That meant that she wore them a lot. That meant they had seen a lot of partners. They had seen a lot of her. And they were in Wooyoung’s pocket at that very second. A sly smirk started to form on his lips before he had a chance to suppress it, imagining as she stood in front of a mirror, running her fingertips along the outer seam, tracing the scallop lace while admiring the sweet curve of her ass in her favourite panties, the sight of the peek-a-boo cutout making her smile and earning a playful slap on the ass, coupled with a giggle.
He needed to answer her. He needed to say something, anything. Anything that suggested he hadn’t seen them. Anything that told her he didn’t have them, that they weren’t in his pocket, that he hadn’t buried his nose in them mere seconds ago, that he hadn't imagined her sitting on his face wearing them—-.
“U-uh,” His voice cracked as he started his sentence, causing his cheeks to flush with embarrassment. Wooyoung cleared his throat and tried again, praying she’d think he had just been caught off guard by the question. “I haven’t seen them, no.”
“That’s so weird…,” she replied musingly, her gaze trailing to the floor as she thought aloud. “I could’ve sworn I tossed them in the basket to wash… But I guess I didn’t. Oh well, they’ll turn up eventually!”
With a cute, nonchalant giggle, she returned to her work in the laundry room, closing the door behind her most of the way. Wooyoung released a sigh of relief when she disappeared from view, the tension in his shoulders melting away and the pace of his heartbeat calming. He chuckled under his breath, thinking himself sly, and hung the hand towel back onto the rack, staring at it for a moment.
What would she have thought if she had caught him in possession of her panties? Wooyoung could only imagine the shade of red she might turn, embarrassment flooding her cheeks, bottom lip quivering as she reached out her hand, silently asking for them to be returned to her. He might dangle them in front of her face, teasingly pulling them out of reach every time she lunged for them. Wooyoung found pleasure in seeing her feeling so humiliated in this scene. Of course, she could yell at him instead, calling him perverted, disgusted with him for even attempting anything with her garment, which he enjoyed just as much, if not more. He found himself thrilled at the idea of getting caught, prompting a new thought in his mind.
What if she had done this on purpose?
Wooyoung quickly dismissed the possibility with a shake of his head, reminding himself that she wouldn't do that -- there was no way. She didn't seem the type. Wooyoung slipped his hands into the pockets of his pants, fingers toying with the soft cotton of her panties. He smirked, feeling an excited flutter in his chest, burning with anticipation at resuming his pleasure. He turned out the bathroom light and ducked into his bedroom across the hall, making sure to lock the door behind him. He gave the knob one small tug to make sure it had latched securely. There was no way in hell he would risk getting caught, even if the thought of it excited him a little bit more than it likely should have. He didn't want to be interrupted.
It didn't take long for Wooyoung to situate himself on his bed, shifting his weight against the mattress to get comfortable. His fingers felt cold as he pulled the panties back out from his pocket, although the tips of his ears burned. Her scent still lingered in his nose and danced around on his tongue, giving him the illusion of a taste he longed for. He eagerly brought her panties back up to his face without a second thought, shamelessly taking a deep inhale into the fabric, a guttural groan escaping his lips at the suffocating sweetness laced into the garment. His hips moved on their own, grinding up into nothing, desperate for any kind of friction. Wooyoung cursed under his breath, never removing the garment from his nose as he reached a hand down to palm at his cock through his pants. The contact was desperately needed, and a whine accompanied the first full stroke of Wooyoung’s fingers around the outline of his cock. He stayed like that for a while, relishing in her scent, gasping and moaning at the constant contact of his fingers, wishing they were hers instead. How beautiful would she look above him?
Wooyoung's mind lingered on that statement, solely focused on having her on top, imagining how she would look, lithe fingers wrapped around his cock, lips parting as she leaned forward to capture his lips in a heated kiss. Another moan tumbled from his lips, followed by a breathy curse. Suddenly, he felt jealous of every other person she had ever been with, everyone who had been touched by her, loved by her. He breathed in another deep inhale through his nose, her scent only fuelling his imagination. He paused for a second, an idea crossing his mind. He fought with himself for a brief moment, hesitating, contemplating if he was really about to do what he wanted to do. It was too late now, he told himself. They were in his possession, in the safety of his bedroom, door locked, roommate preoccupied. No one was here to witness it. He might as well do whatever he liked with them, and so Wooyoung gingerly poked his tongue from between his lips, slowly running it over the stain in the fabric. A shiver coursed through his body, his cock straining against the seam of his pants, prompting him to resume stroking. Fuck, she tasted good. He yearned to taste her fully at that moment, wishing that she was sat on his face, his nose pressed against her clit, tongue lapping up every bit of arousal he could catch. Wooyoung licked at the panties with more momentum, pulling them taught against his fingers to even out the surface area, imagining her above him, sweet moans tumbling from her lips as she rode his face. If only she would give him a chance, he would savour her like she was his final meal. Wooyoung's cheeks burned red as the pace of his hand quickened, his breath turning into gasps as he felt his release coming closer. It was too soon, he thought, panicking. He couldn't cum yet; it was too soon, and he hadn't had enough time. He needed to savour this as much as he could.
Wooyoung yanked his hand away, gasping at the sudden lack of friction, hips suspended in the air, his stomach tight, suppressing the urge to release. He pulled her panties away from his face, eyes shut tight and brows furrowed, trying desperately to think of anything else. He didn't know when the next time he could get away with this would be. He needed to take his time, he couldn't cum yet. Wooyoung's head felt light when he opened his eyes, staring up at the ceiling. He could feel his heartbeat pulsing in the vein on his neck, blood gushing rapidly through his system, likely sent to fuel the dark blush on his cheeks or the raging erection in his pants. Wooyoung’s gaze traced shapes in the ceiling tiles, trying to distract himself just enough that he wouldn’t cum in his boxers. He gasped for air, his lungs on fire, a bead of sweat trickling off of his forehead and landing on the bed sheets. If he was this turned on by the image of her, fuck, he couldn’t imagine how turned on he might be if he were actually with her. Wooyoung slowly lowered his hips back to the bed, feeling safe enough to take a deep breath and swallow.
He couldn't believe that he had pushed aside his desire for so long, and he was in even further disbelief that it was a pair of her panties that made him tumble over the edge and lose his composure like that, although he couldn't really blame himself after everything that had happened up to that point. Wooyoung breathed out a long sigh, his gaze turning to the pair of saliva-soaked panties he held in his hand, a smirk growing on his lips at the satisfaction he felt bubbling into his chest. He was enjoying this far too much. Surely, it wasn't normal for him to be turned on this much by a pair of already-soiled panties, but he couldn't deny how much pleasure he was getting from his active imagination. Wooyoung shifted a bit on the bed, hissing as the head of his cock brushed against the fabric of his boxers, which he was sure were likely just as wet as the panties he held.
"Oh, fuck, fine," he chided to himself, having hoped to have a bit more recuperating time, but it was clear as day that his body had other desires. Wooyoung shimmied his pants and boxers down to his knees, cock springing from the fabric, weeping precum onto his stomach. He was about to take it into his hand, when another, better idea crossed his mind. Wooyoung's hands fumbled hurriedly with the panties, manipulating them so that the soaked inner fabric stretched along the head of his cock. They were already soaked, so making an even bigger mess of them wasn't a problem with which he was concerned at that moment. Once the panties were wrapped around his cock, Wooyoung slowly started to stroke his hand, prompting a shaky moan. He was so sensitive from his edge, he could have cum right then and there.
“Fuck, Y/N, you feel so good,” The words left his mouth in a strained whine as he rutted up into the fabric of her panties, imagining her sinking down onto his cock. If only she were truly on top of him, Wooyoung wouldn’t hesitate to knead his fingers into her thighs, guiding her pace as she bounced up and down on his cock. He would relish in the feeling of her cunt enveloping him, and he would never want the moment to end. He craved to know how she would feel, but the panties would have to do for the time being. At least until he found the courage to admit what he had known for a long time -- he found her intoxicating and desired her with a passion he had never had for anyone else. Another groan escaped him as he tightened his fist, the greater intensity of wet pressed fabric against skin causing his pace to falter a bit.
"Such a naughty girl, teasing me like that," A breathless laugh accompanied his words as he slowed his pace, keeping the pressure to mimic the tightness of her cunt. If she had been there, he wouldn't have hesitated to slap her ass, ordering her to pick up her pace again, thrusting up into her to coax out a moan and emphasize his command. "C'mon, pick up the pace again, sweetheart. Let me cum in that pretty pussy of yours."
Wooyoung resumed his previous pace, stroking his cock hard and fast, whining every time his fingers brushed the tip.
“You’ve wanted this dick since I moved in, haven’t you?” He growled sultry words into thin air, directing them at his imagined version of her with a smirk on his lips. He could delve into his fantasy just a bit more, he thought. “You craved having me pound into that pretty cunt of yours, huh?”
Wooyoung adjusted his fingers, focusing his attention on the head of his cock, whining as he reached his high. He was getting closer, and even though the voice in his head kept shouting at him to slow down, to wait, to savour, to stop and rest, to deny himself what he knew he wanted, he couldn't seem to listen. He was too close, too close; he couldn't back away now. Wooyoung's hips bucked upwards to meet his thrusts, growling as he felt the familiar tightness in his abdomen, his eyes scrunching shut. He saw her above him; lips parted, hair in disarray, a dark blush coating her cheeks, breasts bouncing as she rode him to release. It only took two more pumps of his hand, two more imaginary thrusts into her, for him to release his pent-up energy, free fingers gripping at the bedsheets while the other continued to stroke himself through his orgasm. Hot, sticky ropes of cum shot from his cock and into the fabric of her panties, squirting through the fibres and falling onto his stomach. Wooyoung's voice caught in his throat when he tried to whimper, the sensitivity becoming too much for him. He stopped the motion of his hand, letting his cock twitch through the remaining spurts of cum it had left to give.
Wooyoung couldn't believe how hard he came. He gasped for air, heart beating so hard in his chest that he feared he might go into cardiac arrest, his vision going blurry. A tired smile crossed his lips as he stared up at the ceiling, feeling very satisfied with himself. He finally removed his hand from his cock, fingers sticky with his cum. He had made a right mess of himself and of the panties as well. Wooyoung sighed as he realized he would need to clean them. He wished he could keep them; it would have been fun to reuse them some other time, but he feared it would be too suspicious if they had gone completely missing from her laundry. He decided to do them when he next tackled his laundry and would return them to her, claiming he had found them wedged between the wall and the washing machine and washed them for her. He could practically see the cute blush that would creep onto her face from embarrassment, and it made him chuckle.
Wooyoung groaned as he pulled himself up, sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling the completely soiled panties off of him and tossing them into his laundry bin across the room. He evaluated the mess he had made on himself, noting all of the strands of cum that had stuck to his stomach, his happy trail, and still pooled down his cock. He was in desperate need of a shower. Wooyoung pulled up his sweatpants and sucked in a breath. He hoped to god she wasn’t going to be waiting anywhere near his door. He didn’t want to have to say anything to her, and truth be told, he wasn’t confident that his voice wouldn’t crack after desperately trying to hold in his whines earlier. Wooyoung hesitantly unlocked the door, listening acutely for any sounds of movement on the other side before opening it. He peered out into the hall, looking both ways for her. Luckily, she was nowhere to be found; the only sound coming from the washing machine down the hall, the door to the laundry room left slightly ajar. Wooyoung sighed a breath of relief, walked out of his bedroom, shutting the door behind him, and ran to the bathroom to take his much-needed shower.
What he didn't realize at the time was that he had an active listener in the room next door. She had been listening intently to his ritual, head pressed against her bedroom wall to try and hear every moan and gasp she could, fingers playing with her dripping pussy. Truthfully, she had seen the way he looked at her. She knew that he found her attractive, but she was growing tired of waiting for him to make the first move, so she took it upon herself to give him a little bit more motivation. She knew he wouldn't be able to resist her panties if she had left them out, and she was thrilled to know she had been right.
She couldn't resist disappearing into her bedroom the second she heard the first of his moans, excitedly hopping onto her bed and quickly getting to work rubbing slow circles over her clit. Every gasp, moan, groan, and growl came through the thin walls which separated them, and she had to bite her lip to keep herself from joining in, silencing herself so as not to give herself away. However, when she heard him mention her name, she couldn't help the whine that escaped her lips, her fingers picking up their pace. Before she knew it, she couldn't hold on any longer, cumming on her fingers and soaking her panties through. Once she had come down from her high, she had looked down to evaluate the wet spot she had created on her bedsheets, smirking mischievously.
She would need to do more laundry.