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roomate!choso who'd spend hours in the bathroom each time he'd finish jerking off. steam curling around him as the water beat against his shoulders, knowing nothing of your perverted routine. you’d lock your door, head propped up against your mount of pillows. slutty shorts with an obvious wet spot, bunched up 'round your ankles. right hand holding your favorite vibrator to your pulsing clit, your left holding his dirty boxers to your fucking face. you could feel your skin burn hot as the vibrations from your toy just felt sooo fucking good. taking a deep inhale of his cum-stained undies, resisting the urge to just lap at the damp stains, pretending it was his pretty tip instead. your eyes fluttered shut. desperately wishing it was his cock suffocating you and not his measly pair of cum-derwear while you played with yourself. the only bad thing about all of this is that is each time you were left a leaky and shaking mess, you just wished you weren't so… empty. wishing you had choso’s thick cock pulsing inside you instead, coaxing an orgasm out of you.

roomate!choso who’d innocently & happily introduce you to his many brothers, adoring the fact they all utterly adored you. despite the innocence of the gesture, you couldn’t help but get so ... excited, and not in the normal way of course. you just couldn't help it! your pervy brain would be fantasizing about creaming allll over his cock once he finally put a ring on you, how could he not? his brothers loved you, you couldn't wait to make them all uncles. you'd be sucha perfect addition to the family. you didn’t mind the wait. you were sure he’d soon come to his senses, and see you justtt how you saw him!

roomate!choso who felt sooo fucking guilty for fisting his aching cock to the thought of you after accidentally getting a glimpse of you in the shower. but still.. not like you left the door open on purpose! thumb rubbing over back and forth over his ruby red tip, chanting your name like a prayer. "fuuck, baby y'gonna make me cum~," he'd whimper, twisting his nipple between his fingers, "pleasepleaseplease, ohgod". tossing his head back against his pillow in utter bliss, imagining you bouncing yourself upp and down his cock, pretty tits bouncing right in his fucking face. begging him to put a baby in you. doing his best and failing to conceal his pitiful moans and whines by biting down on his shirt, sweat trickling down his abs. hips rutting up into his lubed up fist, arching off the mattress. he felt like a disgusting pervert... how could he could he have done something so.. icky?? getting off to the thought of breeding his favorite girl in the world. it all made him soo dizzy.

roomate!choso who'd be playing video games in his room, while you'd be in yours, practicing your arch and moans juuuust for him. if he was gonna fuck you then of course you had to be the best slut you could be. you'd spend hours studying porno's, watching closely at the face the girls made when they'd orgasm. how'd they arch and whine whenever they'd get their poor cunts pounded from the back by some unrealistically polished dick. you wonder if choso was shaved down there.. or if he had a bush. you didn't care you though. you'd burry your face whatever he had going on. you were a frequent visitor on 'how to make a man cum down your throat in under a minute?'. you couldn't wait to try it out on him. you thought about how good he'd look while you were on your knees pleasing him. pathetically snapping his hips into you, your nose pressed against his public bone. what it'd feel like if he were to stuff his throbbing cock allll the way down your perfect little throat, as you hollowed your cheeks around him, tongue lapping eagerly at his blushing tip collecting every single thing he had to give you. fuck, the mere thought just made you embarrassingly wet.

roomate!choso had come home early today without telling you and was just so excited to suprise you, like the cute pup he was, he even got chocolate chip cookies for bake day! he was adorable. he was going to alert you of his early arrival.. but he noticed your door was cracked open. before he knocked he could hear a faint ‘bzzzzzz’... oh.. "c-choso, more~" oh??

roomate!choso whose chest started to feel way too fucking tight all of a sudden. “fuuuckkkk– right there, plsplspls choso.” the poor man almost died right there. did you just.. say his name?? while getting off?? he felt blood rush to his face.. and well, his dick too. this.. this couldn't be right, you couldn't be getting off to him?? he could feel unwanted pressure build in his lower belly. you were the reason why he now laid fucked out, breathless with his cock twitching against his abdomen, cum splattered all the up way to his chest. he was so so screwed.. but you couldn't help being overly pleased at the fact choso was getting off to you.. getting off to him. you really couldn't wait to fuck him now.

roomate!choso who tried his best to be a gentleman on baking night. but you were wearing suchh a fucking skimpy tank top with no bra, and cutest slutty shorts he’s ever seen. they even had a mini bow for fucks sake. maybe cus' your pussy would be the world's best gift afterall. it was .. distracting to say the least. you were just begging him to fuck you at this point. but no! that couldn't be it.. he'd just assume you felt extra comfortable around him. he didn't want you to think he was some sort of goon who jerked off to his roomie whenever they got the chance! .. ahem.. you.

roomate!choso all giddy that he'd finally get to spend some time with his favorite girl after a crazy ass week. cutely unaware of the aphrodisiac filled chocolate chips you planned on putting the cookies the two of you would bake tonight.

a/n. soo will choso actually fuck you or not and turn out to be a bigger perv than you in pt2 ... ? i dont knowwww!

minjae

he was a little frustrated with his day, just wanting to relax with you a little bit and wind down. that was, until you suggested riding him.

‘it’ll get you some much needed release, and i’ll be doing all the work!’ sounded like heaven to him. but his face turned red as you talked so calmly about it. he didn’t want to tell you he’s never been topped before.

when you climbed on top of him, slowly stripping his clothes off, he melted into your touch. his gaze followed your hands as you glided them across his body. you slid down onto his length and he let out a lengthy moan.

he would only be able to gasp and whine your name as you bounced on him. he begged and pleaded for seemingly nothing as he was blabbering into the air. you left a few dark spots on his neck for him to remember your night together.

‘pleasegod- can i please-‘ he wouldn’t finish his sentences ever, but you knew what he wanted. ‘cum all you want, baby.’ you would whisper into his ear before biting it. he would moan loudly as he released into you. he would gasp and whine as you rolled your hips across him. he would plead and plead for you to let him cum again, over and over. if he could, he would have you all night just like this.

junmin

once you suggest riding him, he is all ears. he insists that he is still going to be in charge even when you are on top, but oh is he wrong.

after he sees you hovering on top of him, sliding his length along your wet slit, he starts whining like a baby. begging you to do anything with him. ‘please, i need it so bad…’ he cried out, sighing.

his hips would buck instinctively, craving your warmth. you smiled down at him, finally giving him what he wanted. ‘holy fuuuuck…’ he moaned out as you slid down onto him. his hands would grab onto your hips instinctively as he tried to guide your rhythm.

you would only disobey his actions, smacking his hand off of your hips before rolling your hips back and forth on his length. he would grip the sheets beneath him tightly as he choked out your name. he would whine in your ear as you kissed his face. ‘wow.. fuck- you’re so- wow.’ he would gasp out a small sentence of praise, absolutely lost in the pleasure. ‘so good for me min.’ the nickname made his dick twitch. ‘please call me that again.’ he begged, bucking his hips into you again.

‘cum all you want, min.’ he bit his lip hard as he watched you above him. he watched as your tits start to bounce up and down as you bounced on his length. he started to whimper as he felt his orgasm hit. ‘please one more time..’ he gasped. ‘gonna make you feel so good, min.’ he groans out and cums again, just from the nickname. a tear rolls down his cheek as he pleads for you to keep going.

sumin

was hesitant at first… ‘but i wanna fuck you..’ he said, pointing to you. ‘that sounds wonderful but please just let me try.’ you begged him. he glared at you before dragging you into your bedroom.

he sat down on your shared bed and let you take his clothes off while he undressed you. you quickly hovered over him and began kissing along his jawline and neck. ‘mmm-fuck please!’ he would beg. you felt his tip creeping at your entrance. you grabbed it beneath you, and let him feel the slickness of your slit.

‘you’re so fucking evil… please.’ he pleads. you smiled down at his pitiful expression, slowly sinking onto him. his eyes immediately land on your chest. ‘eyes up here, sumin.’ you sternly said. he quickly blinked and looked up at you, causing you to start bouncing on him. he would grab onto your hips firmly. you were sure his grip would leave a bruise tomorrow.

‘god you’re so sexy like this.. fuck-‘ he felt you clench onto him tightly as he spoke. your hands wrapped in his hair as you started to kiss him and whine into his mouth. he wraps his hands around your waist as you started rolling your hips slowly. he groaned into your mouth before pulling away and admiring the view.

‘gonna cum yet, love?’ he asked. you nodded at him as you felt his hands grasp you firmly. he held your hips still as he started to fuck you from below. ‘i always get what i want..’ he grunted. he watched as your face contorted above him. he could watch it every day. ‘cum for me, baby.’ you could hear the smugness in his voice. so you let go before slumping on top of him and kissing him.

jinsik

prefers to have you riding him… he was waiting for you to say something in all honesty. his eyes sparkled when you asked to ride him and he immediately sat down and eagerly waited for your next move.

you walked towards him slowly and took your clothes off on the way. he followed along, taking his shirt off. he then reached for his pants and you said, ‘ah-ah.’ wagging your finger at him. you quickly unbuttoned his pants and slid off his pants and boxers. his dick eagerly sprung up.

you would then jump on top of him, sinking onto his length immediately. he would whine a bit at the sensation, slightly biting his lip. you began slowly rolling your hips on top of him as he watched you closely. ‘ohmygod just like that-‘ he moaned out. you kissed along his neck while you continued riding him slowly.

‘more- fuck i need to cum please!’ he begged out. you then gripped his shoulders and began bouncing on it crazy style. he tried to watch your facial expressions but he was too immersed in the pleasure. he cried and sobbed out into the air trying to say anything to you, but it was just a mess.

‘so pretty like this jin. so pretty.’ you praised. he only whined in response as you watched his face turn red. his hands were resting on your hips still as he started to thrust up and match your pace. ‘keep doing that- fuck!’ you said before you felt him repeatedly hit that gushy spot inside of you. his whines got louder as he felt his orgasm hit him. he looks up at you, seeing how close you are and reaches to your clit to help you cum. ‘we gotta do that more..’ he says.

hyunwoo

went silent when you asked. but also got a boner. he was excited but also nervous because he didnt know how he would react. ‘helllloo? hyunwoo?’ you waved your hand in his face before he said, ‘yeah, lets go.’ what was the worst that can happen?

he sat down on the bed as he watched you undress. his eyes watched every piece of fabric leave your body. he undressed himself behind you quickly. you would make your way over to him, keeping your eyes locked on his. you grabbed his length as you hovered above him and lined him up with you.

his teeth would sink into his lip as he tried to conceal his moan, but to no avail. he let out the loudest moan when you sunk down onto him. ‘you like this, baby?’ you teased. he whined at you before you started to roll your hips on top of him. his eyes rolled back and he grabbed onto your hips firmly.

‘fuckyes just like that-‘ he pleaded, trying to not moan. ‘let me hear you, babe.’ you quickly responded. he would only then embrace the sounds he made as you had your way with him. he would gasp and whine as you started bouncing on him, bringing him closer to his orgasm.

‘mclose baby, are you?’ you asked him. he only moaned in response, throwing his head back. his grip on your hips would only get tighter as he got closer. he would choke out your name as he felt his orgasm. yours followed shortly after. ‘maybe i was wrong.. we need to do that again. like now.’ he says.

junghoon

he would stare at you hungrily as you quietly asked to ride him. ‘look me in the eye when you ask, then maybe i will think about it.’ he grabbed your chin and made you look at him and ask to ride him.

‘alright let’s see what you got.’ he sits in his bed firmly, awaiting your next move. you slowly unbuttoned your shirt as he watched. you then (agonizingly slowly) took your pants off before walking over to him. ‘take your shirt off.’ you commanded. he laughed before quickly taking it off. ‘pants.’ he listened again.

you then climbed on him and sat on his dick. your underwear was in between you two, but you could feel how hard he was. you moved your hips across his length, leaving a wet trail on his underwear. his dick only got harder as you moved along him. his arms would wrap around your waist firmly, trying to set the pace.

you then slid your panties to the side, and let his dick free out of his boxers. you plopped onto his length quickly as he groaned beneath you. ‘mm feels so warm fuck-‘ he praised. you moved your hips along his length slowly as he helped your hips more. the friction of your underwear and his was going to drive him insane, it seemed.

‘wanna cum, hoon?’ you asked. he only nodded at you, biting his lip. you continued rolling on top of him (to prevent him from taking control) while he whined and groaned, waiting for his sweet relief. ‘give it to me.’ was all it took for him to explode inside of you.

seeun

‘you wanna do what?!’ he yelped. you quickly slapped your hand over his mouth. ‘you are so loud, damn. i wanna ride you.’ you repeated yourself to get his reaction again.

‘what are we waiting for then?’ he would promptly drag you to the nearest bedroom to see this through. he would sit down and tap his lap as he waited for you. ‘cmere’ he said. he would quickly pull your shirt off, along with his. he would then stand up and rip your panties off with your pants and take his off.

you climbed on top of him, freeing his leaking dick. you lined him up with your entrance and sunk down. he whined into your ear loudly. you started bouncing on him immediately, grounding yourself by grabbing his shoulders. ‘just- fuck! like that.’ he choked out.

you grabbed one of his hands and led it to take off your bra. he quickly got the message and started massaging your boobs. his gaze was fixated on your bouncing tits on top of him. ‘could cum just watching you like this-shit.’ he cussed. you moaned out his name, waiting for release.

‘seeun .. gonna cum!’ you warned. he would only respond by moving a hand down to your clit. ‘we are gonna cum together.. come on.’ he encouraged. he continued drawing figures on your clit as he felt you cum at the same time around him. ‘mhm.. same time next week?’

yujun

‘yes please. when? right now?’ he would eagerly ask. you were never shocked at his sex drive. he wants you all day every day. he practically drags you onto his bed right after you ask.

he is smiling at you as you take your clothes off. he rips his off faster than you can blink. he would then lay down on his bed, waiting for you. you walked over to him, hovering above him. you left some small kisses on his neck as you lined up with him. when you sunk onto him, he felt like he was in heaven.

‘ohmyfuckinggod’ he swore. you wrapped your hair up with your hand while you started bouncing on him. he choked out a few moans, gripping the sheets beneath him tightly. ‘you like this, junnie?’ you asked. he whined in response. you would lean down again and leave a few marks across his chest.

‘please dont stop!’ he begged out. you had no intentions to. he looked so fucked out, even before cumming even once. he was out of breath, struggling to form a sentence, and basically crying at this point. ‘i need to- can i-‘ he was stuttering out, begging for release.

‘anything for you, junnie.’ you whispered in his ear. you then started rolling on top of him, leading his hands to your hips. he bit his lip hard as he whined out your name, release washing over him. ‘just a bit longer..’ you said, just a few seconds before your orgasm washed over you. ‘we need to do that.. every day i think.’ yujun says

hunter

‘you think you can handle this?’ he would grin. you would only push him down onto his bed and start undressing him slowly. he would gasp when you suddenly climbed on top of him.

‘the question is.. can you?’ you smirked. you sunk down onto his length immediately, taking a second to get adjusted to his size. ‘mmmh so warm..’ he said, hugging you. as you started rolling on top of him, you heard a few low moans from him.

his large hands would wrap around your boobs, playing with your nipples. he heard your whines each time he lightly pinched them, so he would bite down onto them next. ‘fuck.. hunter please keep doing that..’ you begged. your hips would continue their slow pace back and forth on him, hearing him groan each time you clenched.

you felt so overwhelmed with pleasure, you could melt. ‘im gonna.. fuck!’ you cried. he let one of his hands drift down to your clit. he began drawing shapes on your clit as he pleased while he sucked on your boobs. he was in a state of absolute bliss. he started leaving small marks along your boobs.

he pulled off of your chest only to say ‘cum for me, angel.’ and you did. you slowed your pace a bit as you rode out the high. ‘ready for me?’ he says. you nodded, feeling his dick twitch inside of you, spurting all over your walls. ‘no you were right. we need to do this more.’

yechan

would stare at you like a deer in headlights. ‘ohmygodyesplease.’ he would slightly mumble, but it was enough for you to hear him. you smiled at him before grabbing his wrist and taming him into your bedroom.

‘strip for me please.’ you say, and he quickly obliges. his shirt is thrown across the room along with his pants and boxers. you take your pants off along with your panties in one smooth motion, your shirt following after. then you inch towards him, already waiting for you on the bed.

‘ready?’ you ask. he eagerly nods at you before you line yourself up with him and sink down. he whines quietly at the motion. you slowly move your hips back and forth, watching him as he rolls his head back. he starts moaning carelessly into the air as you kiss his neck.

‘feels so good.. fuck..’ he gasps out a sentence of praise. you watch his face contort beneath you as he cries and whines out. ‘so good yechan.. just for me..’ you whisper to him. he whines at the words, not able to form a response.

‘need to cum.. please.’ he says, shakily. you smiled at him before humming. what he wants, he gets. ‘let it go for me..’ you assure. he chokes out a few moans before you feel him release. ‘sooo good fuck.. just one more-‘ you get cut off by your release. ‘you are so perfect. wow ..’ yechan laughs.

he wasn’t the center of attention, not always. not like the louder members who cracked jokes or flirted with the lens. but there was something about the way he moved. the way he stood. the way his gaze, quiet and steady, sometimes flicked to the camera like he knew you were watching more closely than you should’ve been.

and god — the way he smiled when he didn’t know he was being filmed. not the practiced idol smile, but the real one, big and rare and soft around the edges. it made your heart stutter behind the viewfinder every time.

but deep down, you knew better.

you hesitate — torn between backing away quietly or pretending you’ve just now walked in.

he sees you before you decide. his eyes meet yours in the mirror. he pulls one side of his headphones to the side.

“you scared me,” he says, voice softer than usual. “thought everyone was gone.”

you nod, stepping into the room slowly. “sorry. just me. i just have to grab my camera i left in here and i’ll be on my way.”

he watches you through the mirror, still catching his breath. doesn’t speak again right away. just looks.

there’s something heavier in the air than before.

“no worries. you can stay if you want,” he says after a beat. “unless i’m making you nervous.”

you open your mouth. close it. then offer a careful, “you’re not.”

he smiles, just barely. “you sure about that?”

you’re not.

he takes slow, measured steps toward you. gaze never leaving yours. he stops a few feet away.

you swallow. “you should probably rest. you're still out of breath.”

his eyes flicker down to your mouth, then back up.

“you always look at me like that when you think no one’s watching?”

you blink. “like what?”

he steps closer. your back hits the mirrored wall before you realize you’re moving at all.

his voice dips, “like you want me to ruin your checklist.”

his hand presses beside your head against the mirror, caging you in. his other brushes a strand of hair from your cheek.

“say the word,” he murmurs. “and i’ll be good. i’ll rest. i'll go home. keep pretending like i don’t want you.”

but he doesn’t move.

you don’t speak.

instead, your hand grazes his waist — subtle, unsure — and that’s all it takes for the spark to catch fire.

he kisses you hard.

he presses you into the large mirror, hips flush against yours, one hand on your waist, the other on your jaw. every kiss feels deeper than the last. his breath is hot, uneven.

you gasp a little when the cool glass touches your shoulder blade, your top slipping slightly as his hands explore more boldly. he pulls back just enough to say,

“if i’m crossing a line—”

“you’re not,” you whisper.

he leans in again, “good. because i’ve wanted to do this since the first time i saw you.”

and he makes sure you can tell how long he’s been fantasizing about this moment. his lips are back on yours in an instant — softer now. slower. the kind of kiss that makes your knees weak. he tilts your chin just right, murmuring against your mouth: “you should’ve stopped me when you had the chance.”

his hand slides down your pants, gently teasing the wetness between your legs as he watches your expression. you bite your lip, and he grins.

“already so wet. let’s not waste time.” he tucked his pretty fingers in the waistband and pulled your pants down. you fling off your shirt and he flings off his.

you watch closely as he takes his own sweatpants off. then his boxers. then his dick springs out, throbbing and red like he’d been patiently, needing waiting for you since you walked in.

your mouth starts to water as you look him up and down, and you agree with jinsik— let’s not waste any more time.

he grabs your hips to turn you around, pressing the front of your body against the mirror.

“i want you to see how good you look when i’m fucking you,” he groans under his breath as he slowly slides his dick into you.

“fuck…”

the noise that escapes your lips is sinful. your whole body feels it. you felt like you could collapse right there, leaning your forehead against the mirror and squeezing your eyes shut.

but jinsik grabs a fistful of your hair to pull your head back. he leaves prickly kisses against your neck, then whispers against your warm skin, only his sharp eyes looking up into the mirror, “i told you to watch. don’t disobey me.”

he pumps in and out of you faster than before, rougher than before. the mirror just barely stopped your body from slamming through the wall from his force. your eyes rolled back, breath fogging up the glass.

“fuck, you’re so hot. why didn’t i do this sooner?”

his chuckle echoes against your skin and your moans fill the whole room. it felt like your body was electrified.

“i… can’t…” you breathe out shakily, legs trembling and threatening to give out. but his big arm hold you up, the other planted against the mirror to support you both.

“you can. be a good girl. you can take it.”

your moans began to sound hazy in your own ears, the world around you feeling like it was slipping away and all that was left was him.

“ah— jinsik, i can’t! it’s… too much—“

“then come. come for me, pretty girl.” he sped up, chasing his own high too. and when you came, he came. in the mirror, you could watch a smirk flash across his face as your own face was practically stuck with your mouth agape and your eyebrows up.

“so pretty,” he smiles as he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear to see you better, still watching from behind you in the reflection. he still leaned closely against you, tightly, not wanting to let anything spill out of you.

“oh my god,” you breathed out, “that was… really good.”

he kissed your cheek, moved away, and slipped his own clothes back on, “mhm.”

after he used an old tanktop to clean you off, you did the same, composing yourself as best as you can, which isn’t very much because ham jinsik just fucked the shit out of you.

you grabbed your clipboard and the rest of your things then cleared your throat, “i… i guess i’ll be going now.”

“alright. so… are you working this late tomorrow night?”

a wave of static shot through your body, “yeah.”

“good. i’ll see you then? same time?”

you nodded, smiling as your face was turning beet red.

you reached for the door handle, when he called out, “oh— do you know where the cleaning supplies are?”

“uh, yeah. they’re in the bottom drawer right there. why?”

and as smug as ever, he said, “you left handprints all over the mirror, baby. you don’t want us getting caught, do you?”