Jeon Jungkook II Roommate
A lazy morning spirals into wicked temptation when an accidental flash of skin turns routine into foreplay. Tension brews, control slips, and denial becomes a game of endurance. Touch lingers longer than it should, and a vibrator hidden beneath sweatpants is only the beginning.
The apartment is quiet, save for the low hum of casual routine. One of them lounges shirtless on the couch, playing smug king of the living room while the other pretends to tidy up—neither fooling the other. A loose waistband slips down just enough to tease, igniting a spark that both pretend not to notice. Teasing remarks fly, hot and shameless, layered with hidden meanings and soaked in sexual tension. A remote-controlled vibrator enters the equation, slipped in under the guise of play, and suddenly the day isn't so ordinary anymore.
One commands, the other obeys, not out of submission but the desperate need for release. Fingers drift where they shouldn't while smug smirks hold power hostage. Whispers are exchanged like currency—filthy, mocking, and far too intimate for two people who claim it's just sex. Pleasure is dangled like a cruel reward, always just out of reach.