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megahwn · 4 years ago

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In The Walls

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x female reader

Genre: established relationship!au; ghost-hunting!au

Word Count: 2,399

Rating: 18+

Warnings: explicit language; vaginal fingering; male masturbation; female masturbation; spanking; unprotected vaginal intercourse; hair-pulling; creampie; multiple orgasms; overstimulation

Summary: Your boyfriend Hoseok is terrified of everything that has to do with the supernatural (ghosts, demons, the usual), but you think it's all make-believe, so you decide to go ghost hunting. Hoseok is not very excited, but he would not forgive himself if anything happened to you.

A/N: Written for @moononthejoon as part of Bangtan-IDX’s Prompt Twist event. I hope you like it, Lu!

You love your boyfriend very much, but you’ll be the first to admit that he’s kind of a baby when it comes to anything scarier than puppies and kittens. (“I heard that!” Hoseok shouts from the other room.)

Hoseok hides behind a blanket whenever you watch scary movies together. He clings to you as you go through the local Halloween haunt whenever autumn rolls around. What’s most hilarious to you, however, is that he actually believes in the supernatural. Ghosts, demons, monsters. You name it, he thinks it’s real, or at least within the realm of possibility. He even believes in the chupacabra.

You, on the other hand, are a firm believer in only what you can experience with your five senses. You’ve never come into contact with a cerberus, a gumiho, or a ghoul, and you don’t think it’s going to happen any time soon. (“That’s what you think!” Hoseok scoffs, sounding absolutely sure of himself.)

With that in mind, you’ve made the executive decision to take your boyfriend on a ghost hunt. More specifically, a ghost hunt through the part of town that’s completely abandoned. No one knows why that specific part of town is void of life. Something about gruesome murder and restless spirits or whatever. (“Gruesome? Spirits?” Hoseok squeaks out from next to you in the car.)

Hoseok is less than thrilled to be going on this expedition with you. His flashlight shakes in his hand and his teeth chatter, but he remains by your side as you exit your vehicle and make your way to the first condemned house on your list.

Yellow caution tape covers the chipped wooden door, and you’re able to push it open without even turning the knob. The door creaks open ominously to reveal a long hallway full of peeling wallpaper and piles of trash littering the floor. To the right is what might have been a kitchen; there is an oven in the middle of the room that isn’t attached to anything and a long dining table with a leg missing and lots of scratch marks in the wood. To the left is a closed door, which you decide to open without thinking.

The room reveals itself to be what was likely a child’s bedroom. There are several toy chests lining the walls and a twin mattress left exactly in the middle of the floor. There is also a nightlight in one of the sockets at the far end of the room. It’s ominous, for sure. Exactly what you were looking for.

“Okay!” you say jovially, not noticing that Hoseok is rooted to the spot in the doorway as you make your way into the room. “This is the perfect first spot for ghost-hunting. If a child haunts this place, he’ll definitely make himself known pretty quickly.”

You turn to face Hoseok when he doesn’t say anything, and he’s still in the doorway, looking positively horrified. All he does is point to the wall behind you and say, “Something’s in the wall. I hear it. Can’t you hear it?”

“What? No,” you say disbelievingly, turning to look at the wall Hoseok is pointing at. He’s just trying to scare you, and it won’t work.

You walk over to the wall and, without thinking, knock three times on its own peeling wallpaper. Nothing happens. You roll your eyes and turn around to face Hoseok once more.

“See, there’s nothing th-”

At that moment, at least fifteen large sets of wings begin flapping behind the wall, and just as quickly, at least fifteen large black bats begin making their way through a small hole in the wall and into the room. They fly in a circle above your heads and then make their way out the door, right past where Hoseok is still standing.

The scream you hear is blood-curdling.

“Now do you believe me?” Hoseok screeches at you, finally jumping where he stands and flapping his arms around him in an attempt to get the creatures out of his space.

“They’re only bats, babe,” you say with a chuckle. “Bats living in the walls does not mean there are also ghosts living in the walls. If anything, there are probably no ghosts at all since they like to have the walls all to themselves.”

“That’s true, they don’t like to share,” Hoseok muses to himself, clearly missing your attempt at lighthearted humor. “This doesn’t mean I feel any better about the bats, though,” he pouts in your general direction.

“Aw, is my baby still scared?” you ask, stepping up to Hoseok and moving his hair out of his eyes so he can see you. You actually are concerned for him at this point, so you hope your question doesn’t sound condescending.

“Yes,” is all your boyfriend says, leaning his head into your hand as he continues to pout. You look around and your eyes zero in on the mattress laying in the middle of the room. It gives you an idea.

“Want me to make it better?” you murmur, already feeling excited at the prospect of getting it on in such an adrenaline-raising environment.

“... How?” Hoseok asks, eyebrows knit together and voice cautious. You nod toward the mattress and his eyes widen comically. He takes a half-step back from you and proclaims, “No way, absolutely not, are you crazy? This is crazy. I can’t believe this - and you - and me - and this!”

You’re honestly a little shocked. Hoseok usually doesn’t turn down opportunities to fuck you, especially since you both live with roommates and right now you’re as alone as you could possibly be. (“Yeah, except for the bats!” Hoseok exclaims in the middle of his babbling.)

Genuine confusion overtakes you in that moment. “If you’re scared to the point that you don’t even want to have sex, then why did you agree to come with me?” you ask as gently as you can, not wanting to offend your boyfriend.

Hoseok stops rambling and focuses on you. He walks toward you and puts both of his hands on your arms. “Because I couldn’t deal with the thought of something happening to you when I wasn’t there,” he states with absolute seriousness in his tone.

For some reason, Hoseok’s words make you unbelievably wet in a matter of seconds. The thought that he was willing to come with you on this excursion even though he was truly terrified is so hot to you, and you’re honestly not sure what to do with yourself now. He’s so close to you, holding you, breathing on you, staring at you. You want to melt into his arms.

You move to hug Hoseok tightly, and the words you’ve been thinking become magnified the longer you hold him. You love him so much, and he is so brave, and you’re immensely turned on by that bravery right now. You want him to fuck you right here, on this abandoned bed. (“Right here, huh?” Hoseok says with an attempt at a smirk as he lets go of you.)

Your boyfriend is generally a slow lover. He likes to take his time with you, draw it out until you’re writhing beneath him and begging him to let you come. Sometimes, however, he likes to take you so fast and hard that you see stars and you can’t walk for days.

You can tell that this is going to be one of those times.

Hoseok kisses you with fire, lips burning, tongue eager to explore you. You let him in immediately, winding your arms around his middle as he travels one hand to the back of your neck and the other into your pants. You yelp as his cold fingers press against your folds, but he doesn’t stop kissing you, licking into your mouth like he hasn’t tasted you in years.

Hoseok gathers some of your growing wetness onto his fingers and uses it to massage against your clit, making you gasp into his mouth. He rubs you just harshly enough that you cry out involuntarily, your legs beginning to shake under you.

“Can we lay down?” you ask against his lips, breathless and aching.

“Shit, yeah,” he responds, beginning to move you backward toward the amazingly convenient mattress. (“Yeah, seriously, who put this thing here?” Hoseok mutters to himself.)

As soon as your heels hit the empty mattress, you let yourself fall onto it completely, taking Hoseok with you. He lands on top of you, still massaging your clit just the way you need him to, and he goes back to kissing you hungrily. You can feel his heartbeat against your chest, and you can’t tell whether it’s so erratic because he’s about to fuck you or because of the whole haunted, abandoned house thing. (“It’s definitely the abandoned house thing,” Hoseok stops kissing you to say emphatically.)

You giggle at Hoseok’s words before moaning out as he dips two fingers into you and begins thrusting them as quickly as he can. He’s trying to make you come. And it’s going to work.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” you call out as your pussy clenches around your boyfriend’s fingers. He removes them from your wet walls and begins mercilessly rubbing your clit until you scream out, clutching onto his shoulder and his hair as you come undone.

As soon as your orgasm begins to fade, you let your arms drop from your boyfriend’s body onto the mattress, where you lay limply. You hear the sounds of a zipper being undone and you look up to see Hoseok stroking his thick cock as he kneels over you.

“Do you want it?” he asks you as he touches himself. He knows how you get after an orgasm, so he always asks if you want more.

“Yes,” you affirm, turning over to place your face onto the mattress and your ass into the air. Hoseok takes your leggings and underwear down off your ass just enough to grant himself access to your dripping pussy. You can hear him continue to pleasure himself as he looks at you, and you move to put your hand between your legs and touch yourself so he can watch. It hurts a little from overstimulation, but it’s worth it to make Hoseok harder.

“Fuck,” he mutters, then slaps your ass once for good measure before thrusting into you.

You were right; this is one of those times.

Hoseok holds onto your hip with one hand and pulls your hair at the roots with the other hand, fucking into you without so much as a pause. His rhythm is relentless, and before long it has you moaning and sighing out once again, ready to come for him.

“Where do you want it?” he asks you as he continues. You can feel him pulsing inside you, ready to come as well.

“Inside me,” you whine, face half-squished into the mattress. Only a few moments later, you feel Hoseok’s hot release fill you up, and suddenly his hand is on your clit again, replacing yours. You don’t know what it is, but he’s better at making you come than you are sometimes.

As soon as he begins swiping his hand across your clit again, you’re coming for the second time. You cry out from the pleasure and from the overstimulation. Hoseok knows how much you like to be overstimulated, so he keeps going until you can’t take it anymore and you have to remove his hand from you yourself. At this point you’re red, raw, and wet as fuck. You both love it.

Okay, wow, you think as you struggle to pull your leggings back up over your ass and stand up.

“Yeah, wow,” Hoseok says to you as he zips up his pants and stands up as well. You don’t think anything of his response until -

Wait a second, you think in realization. I didn’t say anything just now. And he just responded to me like I spoke out loud. And that’s happened more than once today. How the hell has Hoseok been able to understand what I was thinking without having to say it all this time?

“I have been?” Hoseok says distractedly as he continues to look around the room instead of at you. “I didn’t notice.”

Your eyes widen and your jaw drops, as you hadn’t said anything out loud just then either.

Oh my God, Hoseok, look at me, you think urgently without speaking.

He whips around to view you with concern on his face. “What is it? Are you okay?” he asks with that same concern in his voice.

“Oh my God, Hoseok!” you practically scream into the silence of the abandoned bedroom. He jumps about a foot in the air.

“What?!” he cries out in exasperation after his feet touch the ground again.

You begin jumping in place and flapping your arms in pure joy. “Hoseok, you’re a telepath!” you yell at him.

“... A what?” he says much more calmly than you.

You decide to show him rather than tell him. Hoseok, you can hear my thoughts without me having to speak them out loud! you think as loudly as you can.

Hoseok jumps again, looking fearful. “What the hell was that? Why weren’t your lips moving just now?” he still looks disbelieving.

“It means that people don’t have to speak to you for you to hear them! You can tune into their thoughts and they can let you hear their thoughts. That’s probably why you thought you were hearing ghosts earlier and I wasn’t hearing anything. You were hearing my thoughts!”

“You were thinking about looking for fruit to eat?” Hoseok questions you.

“Well… no,” you say disappointedly. Then realization hits you once more. “Oh my God, the bats! You could hear the bats!”

“What the fuck?” Hoseok whispers, looking so pale you think he might faint. “Why is this happening now of all times?”

“I have no idea!” you say excitedly. “But I do know one thing. This means that ghosts definitely are not real like you thought they were. You were just hearing living people’s thoughts.”

“Oh wow, thanks. That makes me feel so much better,” Hoseok says, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Would you rather be hearing ghost thoughts?” you say challengingly.

Hoseok looks to ponder for a moment, and then he actually does faint.

Needless to say, that was both your first and last ghost hunt.

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