231031 - V Layover Activities - Behind (1)

231031 - V ‘Layover’ activities - behind (1)

SCREAMING I WANT A SCENE WITH TAECONDA. WHERE TAE'S TOUCHING HIMSELF BUT SUDDENLY GETS OFF WITH A THOUGHT OF OC. HE'S CONFUSED (make it happen after the breakup pls?) HHHHHHHSH i can't actually request for an actual seggs scene because i’m a masochist and good luck 🥴 JDHFHSNNDHDJDJF

‧₊⊹ — SHAMELESS, KIM TAEHYUNG [M]

suummary. It isn't like Kim Taehyung to touch himself, especially thinking of you while doing so. can be read as stand-alone.

warnings. angst, smut, masturbation, big dicc!taehyung, post-nut regret.

note. this is barely edited and i'm basically half asleep while posting this, but i hope you like this lil present for u yun i love u <3 part of my series tolerate it. you can request scanerios / drabbles for my fics for my milestone celebration ! read this post.

This isn’t like him.

He doesn’t do this. 

The last time he ever touched himself without a woman by his side was two months ago.

Taehyung never needed it. He always had the most skilful, devilish hands to go to when the city went to sleep. 

He always had the most sinful and blissful pair of red lips to take the pain away through pleasure. Through the forbidden lust that took away all his pain and came to haunt him during the day, when the angels woke up. 

It was midnight when the urge came to

him, like the burn of alcohol through his veins.

He was scrolling through his phone in his bed, his red eyes begging to be shut but his body screamed to stay awake so the demon couldn’t catch him. 

Torment him like every other night ever since you married him.

He usually wasn’t at home at this hour, he was either with his past lover in his arms, painting his scars with her lustful lips, or at a bar, drinking the pain away.

But ever since you stormed off this place, a week ago, all he can do is spend his nights inside his cover. 

Alone and letting his thoughts plague him.

It started when he suddenly saw an adult ad appeared on his phone as he scrolled. 

The woman was wearing red lingerie, her face was cut from the video yet she was making risqué poses to the camera. 

Taehyung’s nerves went erratic, his breathing turned heavy and a single drop of sweat appeared on his temple.

He wasn’t like this—his teenage days where he’d get horny because of anything was a forgotten past. 

He’s an adult, one who is used to having control over his hormones, and most of all, his emotions. 

He had to learn it.

Taehyung can feel his dick quickly harden inside his old sweatpants. He slowly takes the fabric off, his now hard-rock cock jumping out as he gets out of his covers.

Taehyung’s long, veiny hands wrap around his length, and he closes his eyes while slowly stroking up and down.

Taehyung sighs as he imagines a woman with no face with a mouth around his big cock, taking a long stripe of his slit before wrapping her mouth around his whole length, the sound of gagging filling his ears.

Taehyung bites his lip and his eyes tremble as he lets his imagination run wild.

“Taehyung.” He can hear a moan inside his head.

Your voice.

Your moan.

Taehyung’s cock twitches.

His hand works faster, his mind picturing you naked on top of him, your wet pussy taking his fat cock inside you as you throw your head back, moaning loudly.

“You’re so fucking big, Tae.” You moan, and Taehyung groans loudly, eyes squeezing.

It’s so bad, but fuck, why is it so good?

Taehyung’s strokes get faster, precum squirting out, coating his throbbing tip as he grows needier.

His long, slim fingers trace the veins that pop out of his skin, and he moans, his hand making the movements your tight cunt would. He can hear the sounds of skin slapping, your delicious thighs going numb as you jump up and down on his dick like a needy little slut.

He’s shameless as he sees the vivid image of you bouncing on his cock, the tip claiming your warm walls as it kisses your cervix.

His. You’re his.

Taehyung lets out a growl as he comes, sticky white seed staining his thighs, stomach and sheets.

Shame burns his body as he closes his eyes.

He’s supposed to be over you.

Fuck.

look at him 🥺

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?

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I. Lub. You😚🌟🫂

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just wanted to say that you can have my heart, spleen, pancreas, kidney, liver, bones, anything and everything you want to have. it's free for you and only you

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