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sometimes i think about jk doing everyone’s laundry because he likes to and accidentally finding lingerie in there and he just... glitches... stands there with the skimpy panty held up in both hands, eyes extremely wide, trying to wrack his brain on how this coulda ended up there
and then he starts thinking that... they haven’t had any visitors in a long time; they always know when they have partners over to avoid embarrassing situations.. but the fact that it was in *this* specific pile means it’s around a week old
he’s been standing there for way too long. much longer than acceptable. and he’s STILL holding the offending piece of clothing. what’s he supposed to DO?
his pants might be a little tighter but that’s not.. he’s not.. it’s not because he’s imagining his HYUNGS
his pants might be a little tighter but that’s not.. he’s not.. it’s not because he’s imagining his HYUNGS
his brain runs through who it could be, gears grinding inside his head as he thinks of namjoon’s big thighs and the dainty lace... whirring to yoongi’s delicate legs and the panty... or maybe jin hyung all alone in his room admiring himself... no thoughts, brain *empty*
jimin pops his head inside the laundry room and it’s some sort of miracle jungkook manages to stuff the panty straight into his pocket with flaming red cheeks. he tries to push his pants forward to take the attention away from his hard cock, hopes it isnt suspicious
jimin looks at him curiously, “when you’re done kookah we’re having dinner soon”
“y-yep! sure! i’ll be there!” fuck, that was so high pitched oh my god jungkook get it TOGETHER
“y-yep! sure! i’ll be there!” fuck, that was so high pitched oh my god jungkook get it TOGETHER
soon enough jungkook is standing alone, lace stuffed into his pocket like some *creep*, heart still racing.
he tries to clear his head and just do the damn laundry. who cares whose it is. it’s just. a panty. that’s it.
but what if there’s... more... what if his hyung has MORE
he tries to clear his head and just do the damn laundry. who cares whose it is. it’s just. a panty. that’s it.
but what if there’s... more... what if his hyung has MORE
he thinks about his jimin hyung confidently sporting a matching set of panties and bra, robe falling down his shoulders, alluring— his cock twitches and he has to press a heel down to help with the ache. shit. someone’s going to come back and see him hard in the laundry room.
split second decision to quickly sort the laundry and go jerk off in peace. he can’t do this right now. cant concentrate. he’s sure there’s a wet spot on his briefs at this point.
he does little hops between stuffing clothes into the laundry to stave himself off
he does little hops between stuffing clothes into the laundry to stave himself off
he catches sight of one off tae’s pants and starts thinking what if it’s him. what if that’s why he wears baggy pants, to hide the shapes of the lace? what if— he groans and eyes the ceiling. the panty is burning a hole in his pocket
he puts his hand back in his pocket, delicately traces the shapes, imagines what it would be like for *him* to wear it.
the machine whirrs to life, water running over the load of darks. this’ll at least give him enough time to think about what to do with the panty in his pocket
the machine whirrs to life, water running over the load of darks. this’ll at least give him enough time to think about what to do with the panty in his pocket
he keeps touching the panty. keeps thinking about his hyungs in them, modelling different sets for him, making him watch them as they undress each other, kiss & touch each other
he’s so hard he could cry. a step and his crotch is flush with the corner of the washing machine.
he’s so hard he could cry. a step and his crotch is flush with the corner of the washing machine.
he gasps, eyes blinking wide at the vibrations running through him. fuckfuckfuck. he’s going to cum humping a fucking washing machine and a pair of soiled stolen panties in his pocket.
he drops his head to the top of the machine, accepting his fate, letting the vibrations wash through him. his hips rut forward of their own accord, trying to chase a little more friction than the machine is offering. would the owner of the panty fuck him with it on?
he grips the panty harder and whimpers, trying to keep silent so nobody comes checking on him. fucking hell. what would the lace feel like if he’s balls deep in one of them? silky smooth under his fingertips
he got hard too quickly, imagination running quicker than he could contain it. he doesn’t even care whose this is anymore, just wants to cum right now
in a moment of bravery, he stuffs the panty between his crotch and the machine, imagines he’s fucking hyung instead
in a moment of bravery, he stuffs the panty between his crotch and the machine, imagines he’s fucking hyung instead
grunting with the exertion, fire burning low in his belly, he cums in his pants with the panty between his leaking cock and the vibrating machine.
he screws his eyes shut and shivers, panty falling to the floor as he steps back.
he eyes it for a second longer, gaze catching on a little tag on the back. he didn’t realize... the initials scribbled on the tag.
he eyes it for a second longer, gaze catching on a little tag on the back. he didn’t realize... the initials scribbled on the tag.
