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Objectophile

Warning: Objectophilia. Ghost smut.

What if BTS were household things in your home, watching you, protecting you... Yoongi was your mirror? Inspired from the famous Unhinged by Vera Valentine. Go read that, y'all. 👀

Chapter 1. Yoongi

To say that you were lonely would be an understatement of the day.

You weren't lonely.

Oh no, you were massively, irrevocably on your way to becoming a thirty-year old spinster.

Having had just come home from taking a jog, while your hair was all wet and sweaty, eye bags prominent on your face sans any make up, you realize that the reason your ex boyfriend had probably left you was because one - sex with him was scarce and you sucked in bed and two - he was a douche.

And maybe a bit of the fact that you were kinda not that attractive if you weren't glammed up.

With a heavy sigh, you turn on the shower as your eyes drift to the vintage oak mirror you had lovingly set up a few days ago since the move.

In fact, you liked mirrors, so you had specifically chosen a house that weirdly had a lot of glass wall and reflective hangings. Plus, the fact that it once belonged to some prominent Victorian heir back in the days had intrigued you.

A ghost or two in one of the rooms wouldn't hurt.

The steam fogs up the glass and you hop in, feeling the heat from the water cascading down your grimy skin and you final to notice the rivulets on the mirror turning and coalescing to reveal a blurred out face of a very handsome man.

xxx

"Ah, fuck!" You pant with one last can't of your hips from the vibrator as you remove it, legs spread in front of the ancient standing mirror in your bedroom.

It's frame was made of really beautiful copper, the kind that you don't see any more around these parts, gilded with what you presumed were real sapphires that the former owners had previously not bothered to clean- you had got to cleaning it as soon as you arrived at the house revealing its slendor.

Your flushed reflection stared back at you and you notice the wet spots forming on the sheets- the ones you had squirted on the moment your vibrator shot you up to five.

Shaking your head tiredly, you trudge to the shower, and that's when you hear it.

A deep groan.

You pause, bare feet padding back to the bed as you nervously look around.

After all you had seen movies where perverts liked to spy on women inside closets and your eyes stray to your open shelving.

Nah.

It was impossible to hide in there.

You chalk it up to tiredness and proceed to run a bath.

Little did you know that your sexuality would be awakened to new heights...

xxx

Min Yoongi had been a king in his past life.

And yet he had been cursed by the woman he had bedded once out of lust - a witch.

So the witch trapped him inside this house, only able to manifest physically in the form of a spectre - a ghost passing through surfaces that catch the light.

The people that had owned the house over generations and generations had never seen him - as he had no interest in communicating with any of those boring fools.

And yet as he stared out the attic window, hands splayed as if to to touch you as you trotted like a cute young thing through the vast lawn of the mansion, his heart skipped a beat.

It was a first for him even in the after life.

So then and there he had decided to try and see you.

And he wasn't disappointed at the way your mouth formed into an 'o' as you kept on cumming all over the marble counters by some man you had randomly invited one night but was gone without a word the next morning.

Yoongi however wanted to be the the only one who could see you since that fateful day and so every time you had one of your what did they call it now - hookups? - he decided to appear and scare the shit out of him sending the fucker running for the hills.

It was glorious and hilarious at the same time.

But then he noticed that your anxiousness grew day by day until one afternoon, he had walked in on you (unseen of course), pleasuring yourself and he knew he was doomed as he watched entranced, throat dry and cock springing to its spectral life.

Yoongi had to do something or he would go mad.

xxx

Vogue magazine had suggested that pleasuring yourself in front of mirrors boosted your oxytocin levels.

So it had become a regular thing for you to come home, eat dinner, run a shower, fuck yourself and then rinse off to the point that you now lost yourself in front of all mirrors in the house.

However, something weird bothered you.

You had the sudden urge to gyrate your pussy lips on the mirror itself - which you might add is a breeding ground for bacterial growth so you were mortified when some kind of force had pulled you in one night and you screamed to one of the best orgasms you've had, juices splattering all over the glass.

It felt as though something had been licking your insides so fucking good.

"Fuck, love..."

You heard the same deep groan as before and nearly screamed for entirely different reasons as the naked reflection of a man popped through your field of vision, tongue dripping in ....

Was that your....cum?!

You didn't pull away as you half lay there in an awkward crouch, mesmerized and his hand reaches out for you, only that it stops as if a border was prohibiting him from passing through.

You blink once, twice, to make sure to dispell any insanity that your list induced alone time had resulted in and he was still fucking there, like a goddamn Adonis and fully erect.

You gulp as heat pools between your legs once more.

The man notices you squirming and you flush at the intensity of his smirk.

"Come here, baby. Let me take care of you. "

"W-whats your name first?" You ask nervously.

"Min Yoongi. "

You shake your head gulping once more. "Okay, Min Yoongi. Please tell me I'm not on some prank show?"

You note him tilting his head curiously and as you take the time to observe just as he takes his time to contemplate, you are a hundred percent certain that he's a fucking ghost and not just some figment of your imagination.

Come on, didn't you want to be fucked by a ghost before?

Your consciousness mutters saccharine, tempting.

"What's a prank show?" Yoongi mumbles seemingly genuinely confused until he shrugs and pins your pussy with a slurp of his glossy lips. "Ah, no matter. Come."

He beckons to you once more and as if in a trance, unable to say no, you spread your legs on either side of the mirror, anticipation running through your veins as he kneels and-

Impales you.

How the fuck is that even possible?!

"Ahn-" you moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

You could feel a cock breaching your cervical walls but when you try to grope for it with your hands, you feel nothing.

Your breasts bounce with the intensity of whatever the shit is happening and then suddenly you feel ghostly lips surround your areolas even and then you're blinking because Yoongi has somehow managed to bend over you and bite your nipple.

With a languid moan, his hips pound into you recklessly with abandon until you're both cumming at the same time.

When your eyes open once more, it's to your legs spread and semen trickling outside your thighs, Yoongi looking on from inside the mirror with proud admiration of his work.

Fuck. You weren't dreaming after all.

xxx

Bonus.

Time skip.

It had been a year since you and Yoongi fucked and well...

You now had a ghost lover. Who could apparently travel across dimensions and fuck you against the wall mirror of your office.

"Fuck, baby. Take it all. Get you nice and pregnant" Yoongi hisses as your hands are splayed on top of your boss's (who was out for the day so you took over) table, the pretty ring Yoongi had chosen for you and which you physically bought yourself glinting merrily under the light.

You knew it was impossible to get knocked up by anything non living in this plane and yet you hoped as you felt his seed squirt into your walls as your tongue licked your lips, trembling and trying not to fucking screech like a banshee.

Yoongi however was another matter as you had already tested the theory as to whether anyone he didn't show himself to could hear him and when he had fucked you to five orgasms while your parents were home, your mom and dad had laughed because they thought you had been staying up late watching some drama and making a fuss.

Thank god you had them stationed at the left wing quarters of the estate or you'd have to explain why you smelled like a man's cum on top of the shiny, glossy, black kitchen counters that you had newly installed.

"Fuck, YN! I want to fuck you again," he growls, and you feel his teeth sink onto your neck as you squirt for the second time, the underwear you had stuffed inside your mouth drenched with saliva.

You really can't say no to Yoongi.

You'd have to apologize to your boss later on why his wall mirror cracked.

Oops.

xxx

Turns out, a ghost can get you pregnant.

Particularly if it's a very virile ghost with lots of cum stored in his glorious balls.

"Oh god, I'm cumming again!" You mewl without restraint, knowing that the lakeside was empty.

Yoongi had suggested an experiment.

Bodies of water were quite reflective under the moon light and so you found yourself physically engaging in coitus with your spectral lover, his hands roaming everywhere he could reach which the both of you normally experience at a muted level.

But now...

He was inside you, all over you, devouring you whole and caressing your still flat belly so lovingly that you wonder how a real wedding between the two of you would ever be.

The light pang of sadness gets replaced with ultimate pleasure as his tongue plunges inside your mouth, fingers swirling your clit in tandem with his girthy cock spearing you to your esophagus and he cums once more.

"Again," he murmurs and you wonder if he'd ever consider marrying you.

"Marry me, Yoongi," you propose and he pauses, panting.

"What?"

You turn to him, serious. "Marry me."

He doesn't respond but you could see his eyes tear up, you reach your hands with a smile to wipe them and then he's back inside you.

"Fuck yes, I'll fucking marry you. The love of my life," he groans and you feel his balls swell and you're in euphoria.

Because you thought you had to find happiness in someone living.

Who knew happiness could also be found in the undead.

End.

xxx

AN. So? I kinda had fun writing this 👀 Will there be a series connected to this? Maybe?

how you can help palestine

Donations

palestine children's relief fund

palestine red crescent society

help bring down israel's weapon trade - palaction

save palestine - islamic relief canada

click to donate - arab.org

send medical supplies to gaza - palestinian american medical association

Petitions

petition to investigate war crimes committed by israeli military

demand ceasefire - amnesty.org

open call for immediate ceasefire

american government call for immediate ceasefire

american government to stop funding israeli military

ceasefire and increase humanitarian assistance - oxfam au

location specific petitions

gaza call for ceasefire - oxfam (UK)

end israeli occupation - parliament uk (UK)

email your MP - medical aid for palestine (UK)

stop fuelling genocide - action network (USA)

call congress and demand a ceasefire - uscpr (USA - they provide a script of what you should say, so don't worry about it)

australia call on israel to stop attacking palestinians - apan (AUS)

sign to send letter to MP for ceasefire - nccm (CANADA)

ceasefire now! - ijv (CANADA)

cessez-le-feu et un couloir humanitaire - le mouvement (FRANCE)

write to your député - assemblée nationale (FRANCE)

skydda civilbefolkningen i gaza! - mittskifte (SWEDEN)

singaporeans call for immediate ceasefire (SIN)

contact your elected reps and demand a ceasefire (GERMANY)

write to the EU demanding a ceasefire (EUROPE)

Campaigns

friends of al-aqsa

❥ UK-specific

urge your MP to speak up for palestine

hands off al-aqsa

stop administrative detention

petition for UK to stop arming israel

❥ International

boycott puma — email them to end their partnership with israel

boycott coca-cola

palestine action

join the resistance

islamic relief canada

urge your MP to rally for ceasefire

text campaign for people living in USA

text CEASEFIRE @ 51905 to call for a ceasefire

please let me know if you have any more links. i will add them to a follow up post.

UPCOMING PROTESTS

my heart is so full 😭😭😭😭 (transl. cr. btsinthemoment, ryuminating, haruharu_w_bts)

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