pairing: sub nice guy roommate!soobin x devious!reader
summary- He's so nice to everyone, and so infuriatingly oblivious and you're nice enough to jerk that out of him ;)
warnings: reader pretends to be dumb to get her ways mwaha. Jerkings off only!! handjobs 🙈 look at the header to imagine lmao. soobin is a sub boy because that's all I like to write about, apparently. soobin crying. soobin likes to be a good boy :p
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Soobin's always so nice- so-so- damn nice. Always dubbed as the "nice innocent type,". From being a courteous gentleman to being an attentive listener, not to mention his height of 6'3, Choi Soobin has all the traits women want in a partner. Yet, he is so blatantly oblivious to everyone's advances towards him. You wonder if there is more underneath the surface than what he lets on. Surely, he cannot be this chivalrous all the time?
It pisses you off, really. You can't even have a simple lunch with your roommate without girls whispering around your table- plotting a way to slip their numbers in folded tissue papers. He will unfold the tissue, reading the note "We really like your style... call us xxxxxxxxxx" and look back at you with a wide shit-eating grin.
"Look, Y/N! Those girls like the outfit you chose for me." and wave back at them shyly. "You can ask her for more tips if you really like my outfit, she picked it out for me...!" The girls glance around, grimacing at your table before turning back.
"It's almost commendable how you manage to cockblock yourself, Soobin," you say with a sigh- rolling your eyes. He will look back at you with round eyes and pukered lips, tilting his head every so slightly. "What do you mean? They just said they like my outfit...?"
Sigh. You want to smack him, smack his pretty head and yank him by the jaw and yell at his face. You wanna scream and tell him how hot he is, and it's so frustrating watching him throw away all these advances. "You're so blind, dude! Seriously. Like, I get annoyed seeing you be so dumb-"
"How am I blind?!"
"You could've had some action tonight but you chose to be blind and not notice shit! Do you seriously not pick up on hints?"
He shrugs, "I only pick up on things from people I want to notice."
"I could be grinding on your lap, and you would still think I'm being platonic- that's how blind you are." Soobin's expression flickers for a split second before he pouts again. "Whatever. Like you'd ever do that."
"I just might."
It's almost midnight when you reach home after hanging out with your friends. Your apartment is fairly clean by courtesy of Soobin doing the chores before you came back. Light strays from underneath the door of his room, he is still awake- you take a mental note. Without bothering to lock your door, you begin trying to unzip your dress from the back. You struggle for a few seconds before cussing loudly.
"Hey, you're back?" his muffled voice calls out from the other side.
"Yup! Just came back." you glance at the stack of neatly folded laundry on your bed. "Did you do my laundry again? I swear I was gonna do it tomorrow..."
"Heh- it's okay. I was doing mine, so I thought I might as well do yours."
Your dress is awkwardly hanging off your shoulders as you step closer to see he's washed your underwear too- with fabric softener (you could smell it evidently) "See- this is what I kept talking about, you're too nice Soo-" you tripped over the length of your long dress, falling to the ground with a thud.
The door swings open with him yelling, "Are you okay?!"
"Ouch..." you didn't have time to process what was going on- too busy dealing with the bruise you can feel forming on the side of your hip. You don't realise you're left with a black pushup bra, your dress half unzipped and falling to the side, exposing your mismatched pink sailor moon underwear. Soobin goes quiet. He stays in the awkward half-bent position, not meeting your eyes. He doesn't walk away from the room either.
"fuck." you whisper to yourself, ready to die from embarrassment. Then you glance up to finally see Soobin. He was still wearing the navy dress shirt from lunch earlier; a few buttons popped open, revealing some of his chest. His ears blushed into a deep shade of red, his hands shaking a little as the seconds go by. He's still looking away, yet unmoving. You smirk. Let's see how long this facade of a nice guy stays.
"Are you gonna help me up or not, Soobs?"
"O-Oh yeah lemme just-" He reaches down with both hands to pick you up by the waist and the dress slips off a little more but still very much on you. He hasn't spared you or your body a glance, eyes trained to the white walls of your room.
What a nice guy, you chuckled internally.
He sits you down at the edge of your bed. His hands fiddle with themselves, knuckled popping. You will admit he looks rather good- sleeves rolled up to his elbow, shirt messily tucked into black slacks. His black hair was neatly combed after being styled today morning. His skin looks especially white and almost soft under the mood lighting of your room. He looks so cute, yet so hot. You bite your lips unconsciously- you can't wait to mess with him a little more.
"I can't seem to unzip the rest by myself. Can you do it for me, Soobin?" your eyelashes bat, fluttering with a pious facade laced with devious motives. "U-uh sure. yeah." Of course, Mr. Nice Guy Choi Soobin would never say no to you.
Laying down on the bed, you angle yourself for him to reach the zipper on your back. His fingers glide over your skin a little as the dress comes off, burning your skin. His hands are cold, but against you, they warm up; they haven't stopped shaking yet.
Now you're left with just a bra and panties. He gathers the dress, folding it and placing it on your desk. Your heart swells a little before you look at him again. "Thank you so much, Soobin-ah."
"No problem. Are you okay, though? The fall sounded pretty bad..."
You friegn an innocent pout, shaking your head. "No, will you check it for me, please?" You swivel your hips, making sure he can see the pink panties cupping your mound.
Soobin gulps and closes his eyes- probably sending out a prayer. You smile widely. Without a word, he sits on the bed, one leg down. His hand slowly inches near the side of your hips, a clear purple bloch forming. You arch your back more as your body shifts closer to his sitting one. His fingers trace the bruise very gently.
You can feel your panties getting wet, your legs press closer to relieve some pressure but to no avail. His eyes are locked in on your lower body, his eyes drag a little lower to see a dark patch on your underwear. He gasps silently. His hand drifts down a little, now dangerously close to your clothes pussy. You yank his hand away, sitting upright to face him. Your nose almost touching his nose.
“Stupid. Stupid. Stupid Soobin. You still think I’m being friendly? When I’m laid out in front of you with nothing but my panties and bra? Fuck- you still don’t get any hints?”
He looks away. What he says next makes you raise your brows and tackle him down on the bed. “You haven’t exactly grinded on my lap yet, you know?”
“Fuck- you sly fox. I knew you weren’t all innocence-” you grab his jaw, angling his head towards yours before crashing your lips onto his. The kiss is rushed and messy, your teeth clanking against the others a few times. Soobin doesn’t seem to mind, eyes closed as he melts into the kiss.
You straddle his lap, clothed pussy rubbing right over his clothed dick. You can feel how hard it is. Soobin doesn’t even try to fight his tongue into your mouth, you’ve got him beat- tongue hastily slipping into his parted lips- exploring his mouth deliciously. You grind on his lap in round motions, in sync with your tongue. Before you pull back, you gingerly bite his soft yet chapped lips a little.
A string of saliva connects you both as you huff back. His face is a contrast of red blush and his pale white skin, eyes looking at you with a fucked-out expression. You’re just getting started. His dick sits uncomfortably tight under his black slacks and you look at him with bright eyes. “F-fuck, Y/N wait- I- You- fuck…”
“What’s wrong, Soobin?” you coyly ask, fingers sliding down his pants. “Aren’t we going too fast?” you pause.
“Too fast? I see the way you look at me everyday, you little shit.” you aggresivly pull his pants down, exposing his white boxers where you can see tiny bit of precum leaking through.
“Youre always looking at my tits, watching my ass when I wear skirts, always being so fucking oblivious to everyone’s flirting. I know you, Soobin.”
His eyes widen, chest heaving as your fingers touch his clothed cock. “So nice to everyone, so nice to me. You’re just a dog, aren’t you? Look at you now, letting me do what I want with you. You wanted this, didn’t you? You want me to fuck you up, babe”
“S-shit yes! Ngh, Yes. I did. I’m sorry, I just wanted you, Y/N and I didn’t know how to-”
“Shhh” you place a finger on his swollen lips. You come closer to lick his adams apple, messily going down to where his shirt is buttoned open. “Since you’re nice with everyone, be nice with me now, yeah?” He nods firociously.
You get up to sit behind him after taking off your bra. You can tell Soobin wants to touch them, but he doesn’t get the liberty to ask yet, and he knows. Your boobs press against Soobins back, making his spine shiver. Your hands spring his cock free and it sticks up over his shirt- standing hard and straight. You press yourself even closer, nipples brushing against the fabric of his shirt as you begin slowly stroking his cock.
Your body moves along with his. His head lolls back in pleasure as you fondle with his shaft. Two veins are running down from the base to the tip, you can feel it throb within your palm.
His breathing becomes faster with the pace of your strokes, chest heaving up and down.
“You like this, Soobin?” He bites his lips, brows curled as he nods. “You make me feel so good, Y/N…”
“Oh yeah?” your hands tighten around his cock for a few seconds then you jerk him off even quicker. His balls feel heavy, and you can tell it’s going to be a big load. You suddenly hear sniffles emerge among his whimpers and moans. Your other hand reaches up to his face to feel hot tears streaming down to his lips and neck. “Baby- why’re you crying?”
“So good, Y/N. So good. Please, Please, Please, I wanna cum-” You pause once again, earning a whine out of him. You giggle before kissing his neck, sucking onto his supple flesh as you leave love bites all over. His body starts to shake uncontrollably, whimpers escalating to full-blown yelps and moans. You can tell he’s close.
“Be a good boy and cum for me, ‘mkay?”
“Yes-yes- I’ll be a-a-good-” he doesn’t have time to finish his sentence before ropes of thick white cum flies out. Some land on your finger, and the rest stain his shirt and pants. He heaves a sigh. You turn him around and he looks at you with a dazed and confused expression. Your lips are laced with an evil smirk as you lick your fingers clean of his cum. His eyes widen. He just witnessed the hottest thing a woman has ever done. You yank him by the neck and spit his cum back into his mouth as you continue to sloppily kiss him.
He happily gulps down the remnants in his mouth, and you acknowledge him surprised.
“From now on, you’re just allowed to be this nice with me, ‘kay?”
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a/n: unedited persuzzz. As you can tell, I think with my none existent dick while writing smut- no I'm no ashamed of it. tell me how you like it and leave some nice comments while you're at it!
if you guys wanna req some prompts, feel free to cuz I'm not that creative to come up with more ideas lol
Being in love with Choi Soobin came with a thousand different versions of him to adore, but your favorite was always the one that appeared after a few drinks — warm, clingy, and shamelessly affectionate, wandering around your apartment in socked feet while making you laugh so hard you barely noticed his kisses getting deeper and your clothes slowly disappearing somewhere along the way.
WARNINGS ◦ THEY ARE IN LOVE YOUR HONOR ◦ nsfw content, mdni ◦ do NOT open condoms with your teeth, kids ◦ smut ◦ detailed descriptions of sex ◦ tipsy sex ◦ NOT EDITED ◦ not my proudest work, just wrote this on a whim to get it out of my head :P
9,985 ━━━━━ part two soobin x reader
۶ৎ 𝓜 , this was supposed to just be a silly short continuation of my drunk soob drabble but it turns out i got too damn excited and wrote 10k words worth of smut. can't blame me since this is my husband we're talking about. also pls spare me from the plot holes in this work because i didn't edit it and i'm not planning to do it teehee >< read part one here.
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The ride home is quiet in the best way.
Soobin’s hand never leaves you once you’re in the backseat. Even half-asleep, he keeps you tucked into his side like instinct, fingers warm over your thigh while the city lights smear across the windows. His head tips against yours every few minutes whenever the car slows down, sleepy little apologies falling from his lips each time.
“Sorry,” he murmurs after bumping your shoulder again.
“You’re literally fine.”
“M’heavy.”
“You are enormous, actually.”
His tired laugh rumbles low in his chest, warm through the quiet interior of the car. For a second he just looks at you with those heavy-lidded drunk eyes, dimples appearing slowly like his face is too sleepy to fully smile.
Then his eyebrows lift. “That’s what sh—”
“Babe,” you cut him off immediately, already laughing in disbelief as you shove lightly at his chest. “Stop. You’ve been watching way too many episodes of The Office.”
Soobin’s grin spreads wider instantly, all pleased with himself for getting a reaction out of you. It looks especially ridiculous on him right now—slumped bonelessly against the seat, cheeks pink from alcohol, hair falling over his forehead while he fights to keep his eyes open.
“I’m practicing my English, jagiya,” he says with exaggerated seriousness, words slightly slurred around the edges.
His laugh comes softer this time, quieter, until it dissolves into a sleepy sigh when he drops his head onto your shoulder again. One of his large hands slides lazily over your thigh, thumb brushing back and forth absentmindedly beneath the fabric of your jeans while the city lights flicker across his flushed face.
By the time you finally make it home, he’s visibly running on fumes.
The second the apartment door shuts behind you, the silence wraps around both of you instantly—warm, familiar, private. Shoes abandoned by the entrance, your bag dropped onto the console table, the faint scent of laundry detergent and vanilla from the candle you forgot to blow out earlier lingering in the air.
Soobin exhales deeply like he’s been holding himself together all night. Then the man just… melts. His forehead drops onto your shoulder dramatically, arms sliding around your waist from behind.
“Home,” he mumbles into your neck, voice rough with exhaustion.
You laugh softly, prying his hands loose enough to turn around. His cheeks are still pink from the alcohol, fluffy hair falling into his eyes, lips slightly swollen from unconsciously biting at them all night. He looks unfairly good standing there all sleepy and oversized in his wrinkled button-up.
“You need water.”
“M’kay.” He says it immediately, obedient and soft, eyes already drifting shut again like agreeing to the task was enough to complete it.
He does not move an inch.
You stare at him for a second from where you’re standing while he remains exactly where he is—tall body slumped against the wall, shoes half-kicked off, blinking slowly at absolutely nothing.
“Soobin baby.”
“Hm?” His head lifts just enough to acknowledge you, sleepy gaze finally finding yours.
“The water?”
“Right.”
Still doesn’t move.
You snort, stepping around him toward the kitchen, immediately hearing his socked feet dragging after you. The kitchen light spills soft gold across the countertops while you fill two glasses. Behind you, Soobin leans heavily against the island watching you with hooded eyes, completely silent.
You slide his water toward him. He takes two obedient sips before abandoning the glass entirely the second you step between his legs to put yours down beside the sink.
Immediately, his hands settle on your hips. Warm, heavy, like they belong there.
“You know,” he says slowly after a moment, voice warm with sleep and alcohol, “I think Beomgyu was trying to hit on that staff tonight.”
You glance up at him. “What?”
“Mhm.” His thumbs drag lazily against your sides. “That funny one. Soram-ssi.” He squints slightly like he’s replaying the memory in real time. “He kept filling her drink everytime she was finishing.”
You laugh instantly. “Poor Gyu.”
Soobin hums in agreement, cheek pressing briefly against your head before he looks at your eyes again. “He's the worst at flirting.”
“He’s still trying to recover from his trainee-days heartbreak,” you tease softly, reaching up to smooth his messy fringe away from his forehead. “That boy sees one cute girl and immediately starts planning the wedding.”
A sleepy grin spreads across Soobin’s face. “He really does.”
“He’s probably writing sad lyrics about her already.”
His laughter comes out quieter this time, dissolved into a tired sigh as his arms tighten around your waist instinctively, pulling you a little closer between his knees. The kitchen falls comfortably silent again for a few seconds except for the low hum of the refrigerator and the distant sound of traffic outside your apartment windows.
Then, completely unprompted, Soobin murmurs against your shirt:
“I’m glad I don’t have to flirt anymore.”
Your expression softens immediately. “Oh?”
“Mmm.” His eyes drift shut for a second. “Too much work.” A pause. “You already like me.”
The smugness in his sleepy voice makes you laugh again, but the sound catches somewhere in your chest when he continues. “Still can’t believe it sometimes,” he admits quietly. His smile turns soft at that. Really soft. The kind that always catches you off guard after all these years together.
He pulls you a little closer until your knees press between his, face getting closer for a second before he looks at you again. His expression shifts slightly then—slower, warmer. Charged.
“You wore that perfume on purpose tonight,” he murmurs.
Your breath catches a little. “What perfume?”
“That one.” His nose brushes your jaw when he leans closer. “The one that I told you I really really really really liked last time.”
“So dramatic.”
“M’serious.” His voice drops lower on the last word, making the room suddenly feels smaller.
You try to look away first, but his hand slides up your side, fingertips disappearing beneath the hem of your shirt just enough to touch warm skin. Lazy, absentminded, possessive.
“Soob,” you whisper, mostly because he keeps staring at your mouth.
“Hm?” His answer comes automatically, eyes half-lidded and fixed on your lips while his thumbs continue their slow lazy circles against your waist beneath your shirt.
“You were literally falling asleep five minutes ago.” You try to sound unimpressed, but it’s difficult when he’s looking at you like that. “Are you trying to get in my pants because this is the first time you’ve been able to sleep in since promotions started?”
The corner of his mouth twitches immediately. You narrow your eyes slightly when he leans forward again like he’s about to kiss you instead of answer properly.
“Don’t you have a schedule tomorrow morning?” you ask, pressing a hand lightly against his chest before he can fully close the distance. “Something about getting drunk on live broadcast all over again?”
That finally makes him laugh, a soft, sleepy sound that vibrates warm against your palm.
“That’s next week,” he mumbles, words brushing against your skin because he’s still trying to sneak closer between every sentence. “Tomorrow we’re off.”
“Convenient, right?” You side eye him.
“It’s true.” His nose nudges your jaw affectionately. “Stop pretending I didn’t send you my whole schedule last night, jagi.”
You blink and then narrow your eyes harder. “You sent me seventeen screenshots and a voice note where you forgot what day it was halfway through.”
“I was tired.”
“You said—and I quote—‘Thursday is either dance practice or dentist.’”
Soobin immediately starts laughing again, shoulders shaking this time.
“That could’ve been accurate.” His dimples deepen when you try—and fail—not to smile back at him. The expression on his face softens instantly at the sight of it, drunk affection settling over his features so openly it nearly melts you on the spot.
Then, quieter this time, his hands sliding a little lower against your waist:
“So can I focus on you now?”
The way he says it—low, sleepy, sincere—sends heat straight down your spine. You laugh under your breath, but it dies quickly when he pulls you flush against him between his knees, burying his face briefly against your chest with a tired groan.
“Missed you all night,” he mumbles.
You run your fingers through his hair slowly, feeling Soobin practically melt beneath your touch. His nose brushes lazily against the warm skin just above your collarbone, lips following a second later in slow absentminded kisses that feel more affectionate than intentional at first. Like he’s kissing you because he missed the feeling of it.
You feel his breathing change before he speaks again. “Hate sleeping alone,” he murmurs softly against your skin, confessing. “Couldn’t sleep properly last week,” he admits after a moment, words slower now, almost drowsy. “Kept waking up.”
You tilt his face up gently until his eyes meet yours again. They look glassy with exhaustion, pink-cheeked and soft under the kitchen lights, all the bravado from dinner gone now that it’s just the two of you.
“You should’ve called me,” you whisper.
“Mmm.” His thumb strokes beneath your shirt absentmindedly. “Didn’t wanna wake you.”
You feel the exact moment his attention shifts from sleepy affection into something slower and deeper. His hand slides further beneath your shirt, broad palm flattening against your side while he leans in again, mouth brushing your neck with more intention this time. Not teasing anymore. Not distracted.
His lips press slowly beneath your jaw, warm and slightly parted, and the quiet sound he makes against your skin nearly melts your knees on the spot.
“Soob…” you breathe.
He hums softly in response, still kissing your neck like he’s half-asleep and addicted to the feeling of you under his mouth. His other hand tightens on your hip when you shift closer between his legs instinctively.
He murmurs quietly against your skin, voice rougher now. “Missed this.”
His mouth drifts lower while he speaks, kisses getting slower and wetter now, lingering long enough to leave warmth blooming across your skin. One of his hands slips around your back, fingertips spreading against the base of your spine before pulling you fully flush against him.
You can feel how deeply he exhales at that.
The second you kiss him back properly, something in him changes, his grip tightens sharply at your waist. A low sound catches in his throat before he kisses you again, deeper this time. The kiss turns deep instantly — slow, wet, filthy in that way only years of knowing each other can make it.
“Missed your mouth,” he breathes against your lips, voice gravelly and thick with soju and need. He kisses you again before you can answer, tilting his head to get the perfect angle. He’s so tall that even when bending his torso he still towers over you, shoulders curved forward like he wants to wrap his entire frame around you.
The sound that leaves him when your fingers tug lightly at his hair nearly makes your knees give out.
“Bin…” you breathe against his mouth, already a little dizzy from the way he keeps pulling you closer every few seconds like he’s unconsciously trying to climb inside your space.
“Hm?”
You laugh softly despite yourself, chest rising unevenly while he keeps kissing the corner of your mouth, your jaw, anywhere he can reach without letting you go for more than a second.
“I didn’t shave today,” you murmur between breaths, trying and failing to sound serious. “Tone it down a little, Choi.”
Soobin pauses.
“Be fucking serious.”
You burst into laughter immediately, but it gets swallowed halfway when he crowds back into your space again, huge hands gripping your waist tighter.
“Do you genuinely think I give a fuck right now?” he mutters against your lips before kissing you again, slower this time but somehow even filthier. “I’m trying to get into my girlfriend’s pants because it’s been, like, a whole week since I saw her.”
“Whole week,” you repeat weakly.
“A tragic week.”
His voice drops lower at the last part, words vibrating against your skin while his mouth drifts back down your neck again. You can feel him smiling faintly against you when your fingers tighten instinctively in his hair.
“Do you know how hard it was sleeping alone after FaceTiming you every night?” he murmurs. “You’d answer looking all comfy in bed on purpose.”
“I literally wear pajamas.”
“Tiny pajamas.”
“They’re shorts.”
“They’re evil.”
You laugh breathlessly again, but it dissolves into a shaky exhale when his hands slide beneath your shirt more fully this time, palms warm against your bare skin while he kisses slowly beneath your jaw. Then his grip tightens suddenly.
“Jump,” he murmurs.
You blink, breathless. “What?”
“C’mon.” His hands slide down beneath your thighs already, sleepy impatience slipping into his voice. “Jump, baby.”
You laugh softly, but wrap your arms around his shoulders anyway. The second you hop up, Soobin catches you effortlessly with a quiet grunt, hands locking beneath your thighs while your legs instinctively wrap around his waist.
And immediately—
“Oh my God,” you choke out, laughing against his shoulder. Because now you can fully feel him. Hard. Very hard.
Pressed directly against you beneath his jeans.
Soobin freezes for half a second as your laughter gets worse.
“Binnie,” you gasp, trying to breathe through your cackling. “You're so hard, baby.”
“Shut up,” he mutters instantly, voice deep and embarrassed against your neck while he starts walking anyway. That only makes you laugh harder.
“You were acting all sleepy five minutes ago and now this!”
“Baby,” he groans warningly, squeezing the back of your thigh hard enough to make you jolt a little. “Please.”
You’re still giggling when he carries you out of the kitchen, one large hand supporting you easily while the other keeps sliding up and down your thigh absentmindedly. His face stays buried against your neck the entire walk down the hallway like he’s trying to hide both his expression and his dignity.
“You think this is funny?” he mutters.
“Yes. You literally told me to jump.”
“Because I missed my girlfriend.”
“You missed having sex.”
“That too.”
You laugh again under your breath, arms still looped loosely around his shoulders while he carries you down the hallway. The apartment is quiet except for your giggling and the soft sound of his socked feet against the floor, his hands warm beneath your thighs as he holds you effortlessly against him.
Soobin nodges your bedroom door open with his shoulder.
The room is dim except for the soft amber glow from the lamp near the bed, your half-folded laundry still abandoned on the chair from two days ago and one of Soobin’s hoodies draped over the edge exactly where he left it two weeks ago.
The second he reaches the bed, he lets himself fall forward with you still attached to him.
You squeal, laughing as the mattress dips beneath both your weights, but before you can fully collapse backward, Soobin catches himself with one arm and carefully lowers you onto the middle of the bed instead.
Then he finally straightens up between your legs, hands still resting on your thighs for a second like he doesn’t quite want to let go yet.
Then his eyes drift downward. “Fuck,” he mutters quietly to himself. You follow his gaze instantly and burst into laughter again because his jeans look genuinely painful now.
“Oh, you are suffering.”
“Jagi,” he groans, dragging both hands down his face. “Please have mercy on me.”
Still muttering under his breath, Soobin reaches for the button of his jeans, fingers slightly clumsy from the alcohol while he starts undoing them with a tired sigh. You push yourself upright against the pillows to watch him, entirely too entertained by the situation.
And shameless.
Your eyes drag slowly over him while he struggles with the button for a second, broad shoulders still stretching that button up distractingly well, hair messy from your hands, cheeks flushed pink all the way to the tips of his ears.
God.
The second his eyes flick back up toward you, you pull your shirt over your head in one smooth motion.
Soobin freezes.
Actually freezes.
His half-open jeans suddenly seem completely forgotten while his gaze drops instantly to your chest, the expression on his face shifting from sleepy amusement into something visibly heavier.
“Fucking hell,” he breathes.
The words come out rough, almost reverent. Soobin’s hands drop away from his half-undone jeans like he’s completely forgotten they exist.
He’s on you in a second.
Big hands slide under your thighs, gripping hard as he pulls you down the bed so you’re flat on your back. You yelp at the sudden shift, a surprised little sound that melts into a laugh — which he immediately swallows with his mouth.
The kiss is messy and desperate from the start.
Soobin groans low in his throat the moment your lips meet, tilting his head to slot your mouths together deeper. His tongue pushes past your lips without hesitation, hot and slick, sliding against yours in slow, filthy strokes. He kisses like he’s starving — wet, open-mouthed, a little clumsy from the alcohol but so familiar he still knows exactly how to wreck you. His tongue curls around yours, sucking lightly before he licks deeper, exploring like he’s trying to map every inch of your mouth.
You moan into him and he answers with a wrecked sound of his own, one large hand cupping the back of your neck to keep you right where he wants you while the other palms the buttons of your jeans.
He manhandles you again — suddenly flipping you so you’re straddling his lap, your knees sinking into the bed on either side of his hips. You yelp against his mouth at the easy strength, the way his big hands grip your behind and yank you flush against him. The sound only makes him kiss you harder.
Soobin’s breath is hot and ragged between kisses. While his mouth devours you, his hands are busy — shrugging off his button-up in one impatient motion, shoulders rolling as the fabric slides down his arms and drops somewhere behind him.
You feel the heat of his bare chest instantly, flushed pink and burning against your skin. His broad shoulders flex under your hands as he reaches between your bodies, fingers working open the button of your pants with surprising focus for how drunk he is. The zipper comes down next. He doesn’t even break the kiss while he does it — just keeps licking into your mouth, tongue slow and teasing now, like he’s savoring every little whimper he pulls from you.
“Lift,” he rasps against your lips, voice so deep and hoarse it vibrates through you.
You obey without thinking. The second you lift your hips, Soobin’s hands slide beneath the waistband of your pants, dragging them down your legs with impatient roughness. He groans quietly into your mouth the moment your skin brushes his bare chest again.
“Fuck,” he breathes, forehead dropping briefly against yours like he needs a second to collect himself. “Missed this so bad.”
Your hands slide instinctively over his shoulders while he finishes pulling your pants off completely, tossing them somewhere onto the floor without looking. The movement shifts him closer between your legs, enough that you can feel the heat of him again through the thin fabric still separating you both.
You reach down between both your bodies this time, fingers hooking into the waistband of his jeans where they’re still hanging half-open around his hips. You end up brushing your fingers on him.
His entire body reacts instantly.
A sharp inhale. Shoulders tightening beneath your palms. His head dropping briefly onto your shoulder with a low groan that sounds almost pained.
You push his jeans down properly this time, slow enough to make him visibly suffer through it. His forehead stays buried against your neck while he shifts just enough to kick them off the rest of the way along with his socks, one of his large hands gripping your thigh hard the entire time like grounding himself.
The second they’re finally gone, he exhales deeply against your skin.
“Better?” you whisper, unable to stop smiling.
“No,” he says immediately, lifting his head just enough to look at you with drunk ruined eyes. “Worse, actually.”
You laugh softly against his mouth, but the sound dissolves quickly when he flips your bodies and kisses you again.
Your fingers slip through his hair while he goes back to kissing you, mouths parting and meeting again in soft wet presses that grow deeper every few seconds. Somewhere between one kiss and the next, he shifts higher onto the mattress, nudging you backward against the pillows while his broad body settles naturally between your legs like muscle memory.
Years together. Years of this. You can feel it in every touch.
His hand drifts down your side slowly, fingertips grazing your thigh before disappearing briefly off the edge of the mattress. At first you barely notice what he’s doing because he never stops kissing you, but then you hear the soft sound of your left nightstand drawer sliding open.
You break into a breathless laugh against his lips immediately. “Seriously?”
“Mhm,” he hums without shame, still kissing you between words while blindly reaching into the drawer beside the bed. “Know this room better than my own.”
You snort softly, but the laugh catches when his hand finally finds what he’s looking for and he pulls back just enough to glance at the condom in his fingers with sleepy satisfaction.
“There we go,” he murmurs.
Soobin tosses the condom onto the pillow beside your head, then finally lets the drawer click shut. His eyes drag down your body like he’s seeing you for the first time all over again — black lace bra, tiny matching panties, skin already flushed from his hands and mouth. A low, appreciative groan rumbles out of his chest.
“Look at you…” he rasps, voice wrecked. “Fuck, you’re gonna kill me.”
Before you can tease him for his corniness, he moves.
Big hands slide under your thighs and he yanks you down the bed in one smooth, powerful motion. You yelp as your back slides against the sheets, but the sound cuts off into a gasp when Soobin settles fully on top of you. He’s so tall and broad he blocks out the low lamplight, caging you in completely. His flushed chest presses against your lace-covered breasts, hot skin against delicate fabric.
He doesn’t give you time to adjust.
With a low grunt, he hooks one of your legs over his hip, then the other, spreading you open beneath him. The manhandling is effortless — years of experience and that quiet strength letting him move you exactly how he wants. He rolls his hips forward and presses right against your core.
The thick, heavy outline of his member in his black boxers slides perfectly against your lace-covered heat, pulsing hot and hard. You moan loudly at the contact, back arching off the bed.
“Goddamn—”
He laughs a little at that and you realize he didn't do it on purpose, which makes everything worse.
He kisses you again, deeper this time, tongue sliding hot and wet against yours while his hips keep rolling in these devastating, lazy circles. Every thrust makes his clothed dick drag right over your most sensitive part, the thin layers between you doing almost nothing to dull the sensation. He’s so big between your legs, the weight of him, the heat, the way he pulses and twitches against your warmth — it makes your already tipsy brain spin.
Soobin groans into the kiss, the sound vibrating through both of you. One of his hands grips your behind, squeezing the soft flesh as he grinds harder, fitting himself even more perfectly against you. The other hand slides up your back instead, fingers finding the clasp of your bra with practiced ease. Even half-drunk and hazy, he undoes it one-handed in a single smooth motion — years of knowing your curves making it effortless.
He pulls the lace away slowly, letting it fall somewhere off the side of the bed, and immediately palms your bare breast, warm and heavy, thumb brushing over your hardened nipple as he keeps grinding against you.
“My pretty girlfriend,” he murmurs hotly against your neck between kisses, voice raspy and full of affection. “So fucking perfect.”
"Bin—"
“So lucky to have you,” he whispers, forehead pressed to yours, breath warm and uneven. “Love you so bad, baby… you have no idea.”
His words are slurred at the edges from the alcohol, but they’re so sincere they make your chest ache.
His shoulders shake slightly while he drops his face into your neck again, one large hand spreading across your waist like he needs something to hold onto.
Then, muffled against your skin:
“I’m so fucking hard, Jesus Christ,” he groans. “Feelin' like in our first time again.”
You burst into laughter instantly.
“I’m serious,” he mutters, lifting his head just enough for you to see the genuinely offended look on his flushed face.
Still laughing softly under your breath, your hand slides between both your bodies before he can stop you, palming him through his boxers deliberately this time.
The reaction is immediate, Soobin’s entire body jerks.
“Fuck—”
The curse tears out of him rough and low while his forehead drops heavily onto your shoulder again, fingers digging into your waist hard enough to leave crescents. You can physically feel the way his breathing stutters when your palm strokes over him once more.
“Oh, you weren’t exaggerating,” you tease breathlessly.
“Baby,” he groans warningly, voice wrecked already.
But you keep touching him anyway. Slow. Curious. Mean.
The second you shift your hips experimentally against him too, Soobin completely loses whatever remained of his drunken patience. A broken sound leaves him instantly.
His hands fly to your hips, holding you still for half a second like he physically can’t process the sensation before another shaky exhale punches out of him against your neck.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters again, sounding genuinely tortured now. “Do not start that unless you wanna kill me.” You laugh softly into his hair, but the sound catches when he suddenly looks up at you again. Completely gone.
All of him focused entirely on you now.
Soobin’s eyes are dark, glassy, and completely locked on your face. His breathing is heavy, chest rising and falling against yours as one of his big hands slides slowly down your body. He cups your breast for a second, then keeps going, fingertips tracing over your stomach until they hook gently under the waistband of your lace panties.
His voice comes out low and raspy, almost shy despite how hard he is against your thigh.
“Can I?” he whispers, eyes flicking up to yours.
You nod, biting your lip.
Soobin doesn’t waste time. He sits back on his knees just enough to peel your panties down your legs, lifting your hips with one hand like it’s nothing. The cool air hits your soaked core and you shiver. He groans softly at the sight of you, completely bare now, then quickly shoves his own boxers down and kicks them off.
The second his cock springs free — thick, flushed dark pink, and painfully hard — it slaps against his stomach. He’s so big it still makes your stomach tighten even after years together. The moment his bare skin presses against yours again, both of you shiver hard.
“Fuck…” Soobin breathes, lowering himself back on top of you. The heat of his cock slides right against you, hot and heavy, pulsing against your wetness. He groans at the same time you do, forehead dropping to yours.
“It’s been a while, baby,” he murmurs, almost apologetic, voice rough. “Can it be my fingers?”
Even drunk and desperate, he’s careful.
"Fuck, yes." You nod.
One large hand slips between your bodies, warm and sure. Soobin doesn’t rush. His fingers glide slowly through your folds, parting them gently, spreading the slickness that’s already accumulated there. The first touch is feather-light — just the pad of his thumb brushing over your clit in a slow, lazy circle.
You inhale sharply.
He gathers a little more of your wetness with two fingers, then brings it back up, using it to properly moisturize your clit, making the glide smoother, slicker. It’s so familiar, so practiced — the way he knows exactly how you like it after years together. His thumb stays there, rubbing slow, steady circles while the rest of his hand just rests warmly against your pussy, not pushing yet.
Soobin watches your face the entire time, that lazy, dimpled grin tugging at his lips even though his eyes are dark and heavy with lust.
“Fuck…” you breathe, biting down hard on your lower lip as a shiver runs through you.
His grin widens, dimples deepening. “You like this, right baby?” he murmurs, voice low and raspy, sweet in that devastating way only he can manage when he’s drunk and turned on. “Feel good?”
You nod quickly, unable to speak at first. Your hand flies up to grip his shoulder, nails digging into the flushed skin as your hips twitch. He keeps the rhythm slow and consistent — perfect little circles that make heat pool low in your stomach. Every time his thumb passes over the sensitive bundle of nerves, your thighs tremble around his waist.
Soobin leans down and kisses the corner of your mouth, then your jaw, still grinning against your skin.
Another soft circle, then he gathers more of your wetness again, making everything even slicker, warmer. Only then does he finally slide two knuckles down to your entrance. He teases the tip of the finger just inside, barely breaching you, before pulling back and rubbing your clit again — keeping you on edge, making everything wetter, hotter.
You whimper, gripping his shoulder harder. “Soob—”
“I know, baby,” he coos sweetly, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. “Just prepping a bit, 'most done.”
He finally pushes one finger in slowly, all the way to the last knuckle, curling it gently while his thumb never stops its lazy circles on your clit. The intrusion is perfect, familiar, and so fucking good. A broken “fuck” slips out of you again as your back arches slightly off the bed.
Soobin chuckles softly, the sound warm and fond. His flushed chest presses closer to yours as he watches every little expression on your face — the way your brows furrow, the way your teeth sink into your lip, the way your eyes flutter.
Your boyfriend praises you quietly, adding a second finger on the next stroke, stretching you open so easily.
His fingers move in and out in long, slow pumps, curling just right against that spot inside you while his thumb keeps working your clit in those steady, mind-melting circles. He’s completely focused on you — grinning, flushed, whispering sweet little things between soft kisses to your neck and mouth, completely lost in the way you fall apart under his hand.
Soobin curls his fingers inside you one last time, pressing firmly against that spot that makes your toes curl, before he slowly slides them out. The sudden emptiness makes you whine in protest.
He watches your face with a soft, apologetic smile, his own breathing ragged. His cock is throbbing visibly against your thigh, flushed dark and leaking steadily.
“Sorry, jagi, I'm just…” he murmurs, voice thick and raspy. “Really in a rush right now—” He glances down between your bodies, brows slightly furrowed even through the haze of alcohol.
He leans down and kisses your forehead, then your lips, sweet and slow.
“In the morning I’ll take my time with you properly, eat you out for as long as you want, make you come on my tongue first… but right now—” His hips twitch involuntarily, cock sliding against your slick folds. “I feel like I’m gonna lose my goddamn mind.”
You let out a breathless laugh that turns into a curse when his cock lightly drags through your warmth. While he’s still chuckling softly, he reaches down and wraps his long fingers around him, using your wetness to stroke himself slowly. The wet sound is filthy in the quiet room. He groans deep in his chest, eyes fluttering for a second as he pumps himself a few times, spreading your slick all over his length.
The sight makes heat flare through you. The ache between your legs is suddenly unbearable, making you needy for something inside you right now.
Your hand fumbles blindly on the pillow beside your head where you remember him tossing the condom. Fingers brush the foil packet and you snatch it up immediately.
Soobin’s eyes widen slightly when he sees it in your hand, but he doesn’t stop stroking himself, thumb brushing over the leaking tip.
You tear the wrapper open with your teeth — a practiced, familiar motion after years together — and pull out the condom. He shifts back just enough to give you room, still hovering over you, flushed chest rising and falling fast.
You sit up a little, reaching for him. He helps guide your hands, one of his big palms covering yours as you roll the condom down his thick length together. It’s smooth, natural, the same little dance you’ve done countless times. He lets out a shaky breath when you reach the base, giving him one firm stroke for good measure.
“Fuck,” he breathes, half-laughing, half-groaning as he presses you back down into the mattress.
Soobin hovers over you, breathing heavy, the tip of his cock nudging against your entrance. Even in his drunk, urgent state, the careful boyfriend in him wins.
He reaches over to the side of the bed and grabs one of the extra pillows. As he leans, his heavy cock bobs forward and drags right over your swollen clit.
Both of you freeze for half a second, then burst into soft, breathless giggles.
“Shit—” he laughs quietly, shoulders shaking. “Sorry.”
He tucks the pillow under your hips with practiced ease, lifting you gently like he’s done a hundred times before. The new angle immediately makes you feel more open for him.
Soobin settles back between your thighs, one hand on your waist, the other wrapping around his cock again. You reach down at the same time, your fingers overlapping his as you both line him up together. The head of his cock presses against your slick entrance, hot and thick.
He leans down and kisses your bare shoulder softly, lips lingering there.
“You sure you don’t want prone tonight?” he asks gently against your skin, voice raspy but sweet. “I know it’s your favorite, I can fuck you deep like that if you want.”
You shake your head, a breathy whine slipping out as you spread your legs wider for him. “No… want you like this,” you murmur, guiding the tip of him just inside you. “Want to see you, Binnie— fuck...”
You try to pull him in with one impatient roll of your hips. A sharp, needy whine escapes you instantly. He’s so big, and it’s been two whole weeks — the stretch is intense, almost too much even though you’re basically soaked right now.
Soobin freezes right away, concern flashing across his flushed face.
“Breathe, baby,” he says softly, voice steady and comforting. One big hand strokes your side. “I already told you to not do that. It can hurt you, jagi.”
He gently takes your left leg and hooks your ankle over his broad shoulder as he's talking, opening you up even more. The new position makes you both moan quietly. He leans forward, folding you nicely under him, and lines himself up again with your help.
“That’s it,” he whispers, pressing a slow kiss to your knee. His eyes stay locked on yours the whole time — drunk, adoring, and a little worried even as his cock throbs against your entrance. He waits, patient, until you relax and nod.
Only then does he start pushing in — slow, careful, and so fucking thick. Soobin’s breath catches as the head of his cock slowly sinks into you, stretching you open inch by inch. He’s so thick that even after the improvised prep, your mouth falls open in a silent moan. The pillow under your hips and your leg hooked over his shoulder make the angle devastatingly deep.
“Shit,” he groans, voice raspy and strained. His eyes flutter shut for a second before he forces them open again, watching your face carefully. “Squeezing me too tight... Just breathe, honey.”
You nod shakily, fingers digging into his broad shoulders as he keeps pressing forward, slow and steady. Halfway in, you let out a broken whimper. The stretch burns in the best way, that perfect mix of too much and not enough.
He gives you another moment, then rocks forward again, sinking the rest of the way in until his hips are flush against yours. A deep, relieved groan rumbles out of his chest when he bottoms out. You can feel him throbbing inside you, so full and heavy it makes your head spin.
“Oh my god, baby…” you moan, back arching off the bed.
He stays there for a few seconds, buried to the hilt, forehead pressed to yours while both of you just breathe through it. His flushed chest is pressed against your breasts, skin burning hot. One of his big hands strokes your hips soothingly, the other holding your thigh against his shoulder.
Soobin’s breath hitches. His grip on your thigh tightens almost possessively as he slowly folds you further underneath him — pushing your leg higher, pressing your knee closer to your chest. The new angle forces him even deeper, and a broken moan slips out of you.
Before you can catch your breath, his other hand slides up your back, fingers threading firmly into your hair. He grips the strands near your nape with surprising strength, tugging just hard enough to tilt your head back against the pillow. His long fingers curl tight at the base of your skull, holding you right where he wants you.
Your eyes roll back instantly.
“S— fuck—” The word comes out shaky, almost slurred. The alcohol in your system basically all gone now.
He lets out a low, satisfied groan at your reaction, lips brushing your jaw.
“You like that?” he rasps, voice deep and rough.
He doesn’t wait for an answer.
He starts moving.
A deep, deliberate roll of his hips that makes you feel every thick inch dragging inside you. With your leg folded high and his strong grip on your nape and hair, you’re completely pinned under him, helpless in the best way. Soobin pulls out almost all the way, then sinks back in with a wet slap, setting a steady, filthy rhythm.
Your hands fly around desperately, not knowing where to hold on. You fist the sheets first, twisting them hard as he bottoms out again, a broken moan tearing from your throat. On the next thrust you reach for the pillow above your head, gripping it tight, but nothing feels steady enough.
Soobin notices. His grip in your hair tightens just a fraction as he leans closer, chest pressed flush to yours, lips against your ear.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers, voice wrecked.
On the next deep thrust you finally settle — one hand flying up to wrap around the thick bicep of the arm that’s gripping your nape. Your fingers dig into the firm muscle there, nails biting into his flushed skin as he drives into you again and again. Your other hand slides across his broad back, scratching down the length of it hard enough to leave marks.
Soobin hisses through his teeth, a shaky groan following right after.
He keeps that steady, punishing rhythm — pulling out slow, then slamming back in deep, the wet slap of skin on skin loud in the quiet room. Every thrust forces a helpless sound out of you. Your nails rake down his back again as he grinds against your walls, and his grip on your hair tightens in response, keeping you right there with him.
Soobin keeps that deep, steady rhythm for a few more thrusts, then suddenly slows. He reaches up, grabs your hand that’s clawing at his bicep, and guides it to the back of his head.
You know exactly what that means.
Your fingers thread through the fluffy strands at the back of his neck and grip tight. The second you tug, you feel your boyfriend's hips stuttering.
He starts giving you shallow, experimental thrusts — little rolls of his hips that let him search for that perfect angle. Not pulling out much, just grinding and adjusting, like he was trying to find momentum or something else your drunken fucked out brain couldn't wrap around it yet. His brows were furrowed in concentration, flushed cheeks glowing under the low light, drunk eyes locked on your face like he’s studying every reaction.
You tug his hair again and his breath catches.
“Fuck—” he murmurs, voice raspy.
He then angles his hips a little higher and gives another shallow thrust.
Your whole body jolts.
A sharp, broken moan rips out of you as he finally hits it — that sweet spot deep inside that makes your toes curl and your vision blur. Soobin’s face lights up instantly, a bright, satisfied grin breaking across his flushed face, dimples deep.
“Fucking finally” he whispers triumphantly, almost giddy even while buried inside you. “Found it.” You want to laugh at his ridiculousness but you're too busy moaning his name out loud.
Soobin doesn’t waste a second. He shifts his weight, one big hand reaching down to fix the pillow under your hips, pushing it a little higher so the angle is even better. Then he hooks your leg more securely over his shoulder, folding you open wider for him.
Now that he’s locked onto your sweet spot, the man turns into a beast so he can focus completely.
His thrusts stay deep but become more targeted — slow, powerful drags that grind right against that patch of warmth on every stroke. The hand that was before gripping your hair, now grips the bed behind your head. The wet, filthy sound of him moving inside you fills the room as he keeps that perfect rhythm, never losing it once he’s found it.
You can only nod and moan, fingers tightening desperately in his skin and back. Every precise thrust makes your eyes roll back again. Soobin groans at the feeling of you pulling his hair, hips snapping a little harder as he chases your pleasure.
He adjusts the angle of your leg one more time, pressing your thigh closer to your chest, and the new depth makes you cry out. Soobin smiles against your neck — proud, drunk, and completely lost in you — while he keeps fucking you with those devastating, focused strokes.
Soobin keeps that perfect rhythm for a few more deep strokes, then suddenly slows again. You're about to curse him out when he gently lowers your leg from his shoulder, letting it wrap around his waist instead. You whine at the loss of the stretch, but the sound turns into a gasp when he slides his long arm underneath your lower back.
“Come here, baby,” he murmurs, voice rough.
With one smooth, powerful motion he pulls your hips up and glues your bodies completely together. Your chests press flush, sweat-slick skin sliding against skin. His arm stays locked around your waist like a steel band, holding you so tightly there’s almost no space left between you. Every breath you take, he feels.
The new angle makes him sink even deeper.
You both moan loudly at the first thrust.
“Fuck— Soobin,” you whimper, legs instinctively circling his narrow hips, heels digging into the back of his thighs to pull him closer. Your arms wrap around his neck, fingers threading back into his hair at the nape like you knew he loved. "This is new, baby—"
“Better, right?” he rasps against your ear, voice wrecked. “Dreamt of this last night and wanted to try with you so bad.”
Soobin groans, deep and broken, burying his face in the crook of your neck for a second. One of his arms is still banded tightly around your waist, holding your entire body glued to his. The other arm is braced beside your head, forearm flexing hard as his hand grips the sheets in a white-knuckled fist.
"Woke up so hard and leaking all over my bed, jagi, just thinking about you like this."
Soobin looks devastating like this.
Broad shoulders curled over you, flushed chest pressed to yours, the muscles in his arm standing out as he holds himself up just enough not to crush you. His messy hair falls over his forehead, cheeks and neck still that pretty, deep pink from the alcohol and exertion. Every time he rolls his hips, the flex of his back and shoulders is mesmerizing.
He starts moving again — slower, but heavier, grinding strokes that press him right against your sweet spot with almost no space to pull out. Because he’s holding you so tightly, every thrust makes your bodies slide together, your clit rubbing against his pelvis on every roll. The wet, intimate sound of him moving inside you is filthy and constant.
You cling to him harder, legs locked around his hips, arms tight around his neck like you’re afraid he’ll disappear. Your nails scratch lightly at his scalp and the back of his shoulders.
Soobin lets out a shaky breath right against your neck.
Your moans mix together, breathy and desperate. He keeps that tight, glued-together rhythm — hips rolling in deep, filthy circles, barely pulling out before pressing back in, keeping you full and pressed against him the whole time.
His flexed arm beside your head tightens, knuckles white on the sheets as he fights to keep control.
He turns his head just enough to kiss you — messy, open-mouthed, and needy — while still holding your entire body flush against his, fucking you deep and slow in that perfect, intimate grind.
You’re getting closer.
Every deep, grinding roll of his hips pushes you higher, that tight coil in your stomach winding impossibly tighter. You can’t stop the needy sounds spilling from your lips. Your legs tighten around his waist, heels digging into his back as you pull him even deeper.
Soobin feels it — the way you start clenching around him, the way your breathing turns into short, desperate whimpers.
He grins.
That devastating, dimpled smile spreads across his flushed face, eyes half-lidded and sparkling with drunk affection even as he keeps fucking you slow and deep.
Your lips press messily against his mouth first, then trail across his jaw, sucking lightly at the sharp line there. Soobin’s grin widens, dimples carving deep into his cheeks as he tilts his head to give you more access. You kiss down the flushed column of his neck, open-mouthed and wet, tasting the salt on his skin and the faint scent of his cologne still clinging to him.
Every time your lips or tongue touch him, he lets out a soft, pleased hum, hips never losing their rhythm.
“Fuck… keep doing that,” he breathes, dimples still on full display. His arm around your waist squeezes you tighter, pressing your bodies impossibly closer as he grinds into you. “Love when you kiss me like you can’t get enough.”
You whimper against his neck and bite down gently right below his ear. Soobin’s breath stutters, the arm braced beside your head flexing hard, knuckles white on the sheets.
His arm around your waist holds you even closer, almost lifting your hips off the bed as he drives into you with those perfect, deep grinds. Your arms stay locked around his neck, fingers tugging at his hair while the heat inside you starts to blow up.
“Soobin—” you whimper against his flushed neck, voice shaking.
“I know, baby. I can feel it,” he murmurs, that dimpled grin still tugging at his lips even as his own breathing turns ragged. “You’re getting tighter.”
You bury your face in his neck, kissing and panting against his skin, desperate little moans spilling out with every roll of his hips. Your fingers tighten in his hair, pulling hard, and Soobin groans deeply, the sound vibrating against your lips.
“That’s it… let go for me,” he whispers hotly, voice raspy and sweet. “I’ve got it.”
The coil snaps without warning.
Your orgasm crashes over you hard. A broken cry tears from your throat as your whole body seizes up, thighs clamping tight around your boyfriend's waist. You clench around him in pulsing waves, so intensely that your vision whites out for a second. Your back arches hard against him, pressing your chest even tighter to his as pleasure floods every nerve.
Soobin’s dimples disappear as his mouth falls open in a wrecked moan, but he doesn’t stop moving. He keeps grinding deep and steady through your orgasm, drawing it out, letting you ride every wave.
Your nails dig into his back and scalp as you shake in his arms, whimpering and moaning his name like a prayer. The arm around your waist holds you impossibly closer, almost lifting you completely off the bed while he keeps fucking you through it, slow and deep, making sure you feel every single second.
You’re still trembling, thighs shaking around his waist, when Soobin’s thrusts start getting a little more desperate, his breathing turning ragged against your neck.
“Baby… I’m so close,” he groans, voice wrecked. “Fuck, I’m gonna come—”
Still overstimulated and sensitive, you push at his shoulder and then gently but firmly shove his face away from your neck. Soobin blinks, confused for half a second, dimples still faintly visible as he tries to understand.
Before he can ask, you push him harder, rolling him onto his back.
He gets it instantly.
A surprised, breathy laugh escapes him as he wraps both big arms around you and pulls you with him, never once letting you disconnect. In one smooth motion he flips you so you’re straddling his lap, him still buried deep inside you.
“Shit— okay, like this?” he rasps, eyes wide and dark with lust.
You don’t answer with words. You brace your hands on his flushed chest and start riding him.
Soobin’s head falls back against the pillow with a broken moan, eyes rolling for a second as you sink down on him again and again. The new position lets you take him even deeper, and the way your walls flutter around his oversensitive cock makes him look like he’s about to lose his mind.
“Good fuck, jagi—” His voice cracks. His hands fly to your hips, gripping hard, fingers digging into your skin as you roll your hips in deep, filthy circles.
Soobin looks completely gone underneath you.
Cheeks burning red, neck and chest flushed dark pink, messy hair sticking to his forehead, mouth open in a constant stream of shaky moans. His abs flex every time you sink down on him, and those pretty dimples keep flashing whenever he tries (and fails) to smile through the overwhelming pleasure.
“You’re gonna kill me,” he whines, voice raspy and high. “So fucking tight— slow down a little, Y/N, I’m— shit—”
But you don’t slow down. You ride him harder, bouncing on his cock with wet, obscene sounds filling the room. Soobin’s grip on your hips tightens almost painfully as his thighs start trembling underneath you.
His head presses back into the pillow, eyes squeezed shut for a moment before they fly open again, locked on where you two are connected.
“Look at you… riding me so good,” he pants, half-lost in it. “My pretty girl using me after she came all over my cock… fuck, I love you. I love you so much—”
You slap your hand over his mouth, fingers pressing firmly against his lips.
Soobin’s eyes widen instantly, a muffled, surprised sound vibrating against your palm. You don’t let him recover — you grind down harder, faster, rolling your hips in tight, filthy circles that make his cock drag perfectly against your walls.
His breath hitches sharply through his nose. You can feel the hot, desperate puffs of air against your skin as he’s forced to breathe only through his nose, eyes rolling back slightly.
“Mmm—!” The sound is choked behind your hand, needy and broken. His eyebrows furrow, that pretty flushed face looking completely wrecked as you ride him without mercy.
You lean forward, putting more weight on your hand, keeping his mouth covered while you bounce and grind faster. The wet sounds between your bodies get louder, messier. Soobin’s hands fly to your hips, gripping so hard you know you’ll have bruises tomorrow, but he doesn’t stop you. He can’t.
He starts thrusting up desperately to meet you, hips snapping off the bed in short, frantic strokes. His thighs tremble underneath you. Every time you slam down, he drives up, burying himself as deep as possible.
You feel him throbbing violently inside you.
His eyes squeeze shut, then fly open again — glassy, drunk, and completely gone. Harsh breaths keep punching through his nose against your palm as he fucks up into you with everything he has left, muffled whimpers and groans vibrating against your fingers.
A few more hard, sloppy movements and he breaks.
Soobin’s whole body seizes up beneath you. His back arches sharply off the bed, a loud, broken moan tearing through your hand as he comes hard. You feel every thick pulse of his cock as he spills into the condom, hips jerking uncontrollably while he keeps thrusting up into you through his orgasm, chasing every last second of pleasure.
His eyes stay locked on where you're both connected the entire time — wide, desperate, and so full of lust and love it makes your stomach flip.
When the last powerful spasm finally fades, his body collapses back onto the mattress, chest heaving. You slowly lift your hand from his mouth. He immediately sucks in a deep, shaky breath, lips parted and shiny.
“Jesus” he rasps, voice completely shot. His hands slide up your back, pulling you down onto his chest as he pants against your neck. "You're so fucking hot."
His hands slide up your back immediately, pulling you down onto his chest while both of you try to catch your breath. His heartbeat is still hammering wildly beneath your cheek, skin damp and burning hot against yours. You can barely move without feeling the aftershocks still rolling through both your bodies.
For a long moment neither of you says anything.
The room is filled only with uneven breathing and the occasional twitch of Soobin’s thighs underneath you whenever you shift slightly.
Then:
A weak little laugh escapes him.
You lift your head just enough to look at him. His hair is sticking everywhere now, cheeks completely flushed, lips swollen, eyes glassy and half-closed from exhaustion and alcohol.
You whisper. "Are you still drunk?"
“Debatable.”
You snort softly.
Soobin groans when you move to sit up properly, arms immediately tightening around your waist to keep you exactly where you are.
“No,” he mumbles.
“I can feel you in my lungs, baby. Is getting uncomfy for me.”
“Stay there.”
“Soobin, we need to breathe.”
“We are breathing.”
Barely.
You laugh quietly again, fingers brushing damp hair away from his forehead while his eyes drift shut under your touch almost instantly.
Drunk Soobin after sex is always devastatingly soft. Especially tonight.
“You’re so warm,” he murmurs sleepily against your shoulder. “Feels nice.” A lazy smile tugs at his lips before he suddenly starts laughing under his breath again.
“What?” You look up at him.
“I can’t believe you did that again.”
Your face heats immediately because you know exactly what he means. “You liked it last time.”
“Liked it?” He looks genuinely offended, eyes finally opening properly to stare up at you. “Baby, I begged you to do it again for like three months straight.”
You burst into laughter.
“I’m serious!” he insists, dimples appearing despite how exhausted he looks. “You can’t just do stuff like that and expect me to be normal afterward.”
The memory alone visibly affects him again because his hands squeeze your hips instinctively while he groans dramatically into the pillow.
“Oh my God,” you laugh. “You’re still hard?”
“A little,” he mutters with zero shame. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m drunk and in love with you.”
The honesty in his voice makes your chest ache a little. He notices immediately, because of course he does after all these years. His expression softens. Then quieter now, thumb rubbing slowly along your waist beneath the sheets.
“I hate your idol stamina sometimes,” you mumble, voice muffled against his chest while your fingers lazily trace over the warm skin of his stomach. “I’m really sleepy, Soob. Can't go another round.”
His entire expression melts instantly.
“Aww,” he coos quietly, drunk affection taking over his face so fast it makes you laugh weakly. “My baby’s tired.”
“You literally ruined me.”
“Mhm.” His hand slides slowly up and down your back beneath the sheets, soothing and absentminded. “You did kinda start fighting for your life there at the end.”
You groan immediately and shove weakly at his chest.
“Shut up.”
His laugh rumbles warmly underneath your cheek. The room feels smaller and warmer, filled only with your shared breathing and quiet giggles. Soobin’s arms stay wrapped around you like he has no intention of ever letting go, his big hand still rubbing slow circles on your back.
After a minute, he sighs deeply, the sound content and sleepy.
“Okay… I should probably deal with this,” he mumbles, glancing down between your bodies where he’s still buried inside you, the condom now full.
You hum in agreement but don’t move. Neither does he for a few seconds. He just holds you tighter, pressing one last lazy kiss to your forehead.
With a soft groan, Soobin gently starts to pull out. You both hiss at the sensitivity — you from being overstimulated, him from how raw he feels. The moment he slips free, you immediately miss the fullness, letting out a tiny whine.
Soobin chuckles softly at the sound.
“'Can't go another round',” he mocks you, voice hoarse.
He carefully rolls you onto your side beside him, then sits up with visible effort. His tall frame sways a little as he swings his long legs off the bed. The lamplight catches on his flushed skin, the red still blooming beautifully across his neck and chest, sweat making his broad shoulders glisten.
You watch him lazily from the pillows as he peels the condom off with a tired grimace, ties it, and pads across the room on slightly unsteady legs. Even drunk and fucked-out, he’s graceful in that quiet, giant-boy way — tall, broad back flexing as he tosses the condom into the small trash bin near your desk.
He comes back immediately, crawling onto the bed like a big, clingy cat and collapsing half on top of you again. His head lands on your chest with a dramatic sigh, one arm slung heavily over your waist, leg tangled between yours.
“Done,” he mumbles against your skin, already sounding half-asleep. “Can we stay like this forever now?”
You thread your fingers through his messy hair, smiling.
“Yeah, Soob. Forever sounds good.”
He nuzzles closer, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss right over your heart. His voice is barely a whisper now, warm and sleepy.
“Love you… so much. Thank you for letting me have you.”
You kiss the top of his head, heart full.
“Always, baby. Now sleep.”
Soobin hums happily, already drifting off with his flushed cheek squished against you, dimples still faintly visible even in sleep.
author's note — had so much fun writing this mwahahahah
sooo i’ve been going a bit soobin crazy lately since he’s basically confirmed he’s a masochist (loves getting hit wracked drug around etc) !!
so like imagine being mad at him and ur having an argument and well it turns into the roughest makeout sesh ever and then leads to rough sex and it literally just breaks him into subspace !! and in his mind he’s like whoa this is so hot this can’t be real but outside he’s just a whining brainless mess cus he’s never been sent into subspace
soobin doesn't exactly remember how he got here, but he didn't have room for complaints. glossy-eyed and mouth slick with saliva as he repeated those three words. the last thing he could remember was coming home from work a little later than he expected. he shucked off his shoes and shrugged off his coat, placing it on the rack. he peered into the living room and didn't find you there, so he assumed you were in the room.
he walks to the bedroom, opening the cracked door and finds you laying in bed. he thought you looked comfy in your pajamas, knees drawn to your chest as you read a book with your brows cutely furrowed in concentration.
"hey," he calls out, plopping down on the edge of the bed with a grunt. you smile widely, and put your book down to come up behind him. you snake your arms around his waist and pull him into a tight hug, putting your head into his neck.
you kiss him there gently and whisper, "how was work?" against his skin. he shivers when you breath tickles his neck. a sigh comes out as his eyes flutter a little because of your hands that start to roam his body, running them along his sides slowly.
"it-it was fine," he breathes out. he licks his lips with a swallow before continuing on about his day. "i had to train a new coworker today." his spine bows as you slide your hands under his shirt and graze his warm skin, brushing past a pert nipple. soobin can't hold back the moan that bubbles up and slips past his lips, eyes falling completely shut.
you hum as you nip up his neck and make tingles go down his spine. "and how was that?" soobin choked on his words, finding it hard to respond with you touching all over him. he could feel his cock jump in his work pants and goosebumps spread through him when you lick the vein on his neck.
"good, she caught on pretty well to the rules and what not." he managed to get out and you pause, pulling your hands and mouth away from him. soobin pried his eyes open and twisted his body in your direction, you were sat back on your legs with a tiny frown on your face.
"she?" you ask, looking down at the bed-sheets.
soobin cocked his head to the side and knitted his brows together before hesitantly replying, "yeah… she."
you could feel your eyes narrowing and your lips press into a thin line as soobin confirms that you didn't mishear what he said. your fist clench in your lap, your nails digging into the palm of your hand.
"she was actually a real help today." he continues as if to mock you and he eyes your reactions. he flits them between your fists and your jaw that was tightly clenched. "is there something wrong with that?"
you took a deep breath, containing yourself before lifting your head up to look at him. your met with soobin's oblivious face, his eyes wide and innocent compared to his words. his lips were in a small pout as he searched your face for answers. you could tell he had no clue what you were upset about and that only frustrated you further.
"no, nothing's wrong with that." you sigh, turning your head to the side. this was always the case with soobin, he was too kind for his on good. yet you felt silly for being so insecure, you were sure that it was nothing else besides a coworker training a new-comer. but you just couldn't shake that feeling off…
"well, it's obviously something. you're practically seething…" he fully turns to face you, sitting in front of you on the bed. he angles his face into your view and you shut your eyes, blocking him from your sight. soobin pouts deeper, reaching a hand out and shaking your shoulder. "are you actually not going to tell me what's wrong?"
when he's met with silence he starts again, "did i do something wrong?" he watches as you puff your cheeks and continue to ignore him. he wracks his brain through the short conversation now that his brain was clearer and hopes to find where it went wrong.
he smirks when he makes an observation, gently shoving your shoulder. "hey, are you jealous?" he asks and laughs when you crack your eyes open to glare at him. his smile that greets you only makes you angrier, how could he be so happy when you were visibly upset.
"i'm not jealous…" you mumble, crossing your arms in front of your chest. soobin laughs harder, his eyes crinkling and his dimples making an appearance. did he show her that part of him too while he trained her?
"come on, there's no reason for you to be jealous. she's just a coworker." he tries to reassure between his chuckles, resting a hand on your thigh and squeezing it. you smack his hand away and hop off the bed, soobin's eyes and body follow as you move.
"is this a joke to you?" your serious tone make soobin sober up, his laughter dying down, but his smile remains as he reads your emotions.
"w-well no, i just don't understand the problem." he admits.
"of course you don't, you never do." you huff with an eye roll, starting to pace back and forth in front of the bed.
he scoffs at that and his voice raises just a tad, "then explain it to me." he breathing starts to pick up as the anger gets to him. he hated when you would get so cryptic when it came to these things and it drives him nuts.
you whirl around and walk up to where he sat, standing in between his legs. soobin ignores the way that his breath hitches when he has tilt his head back to look up at you.
"you still wouldn't get it, i've it explained multiple times. you never get it!" you exasperate, your hand landing on his shoulder and gripping onto it tightly to contain yourself.
soobin feels the skin under your hand prickle and the feeling spreads through his body and down to his cock. he doesn't understand why and his face burns a little in embarrassment, ashamed that he was getting turned on while arguing. to distract himself he does the only thing he could think of-
"then make me get it!!" he spits out louder than he intended, his anger pushing through the strange arousal he just felt. his eyes were wide when he realized his mistake, he really didn't mean to shout, but by then it was too late. he didn't have a chance to get out his apologies.
your hand flew into his hair, sliding into the strands before tugging. you pull his head back, so his neck is craning up at you. soobin moaned loudly, he wasn't even aware he could moan in such a way. it was high-pitched and almost whiny, his lips parting and eyes flitting.
your eyes lock for a moment, your breaths tangling together as you both pant in anger. his eyes drop to your mouth once, breaking the tension. you smash your mouth against his into a heavy kiss. it wasn't like the usual kisses that you shared, it had more emotion behind it and soobin could feel himself melt into it, his body going lax as you take control of it. you waste no time prying his mouth open, slipping your tongue into his mouth and exploring every corner.
shocks are sent to his cock that was semi-hard as you don't let him lean back for air. you only tug him closer by his hair, and earn a sweet whine that flows into your mouth. you climb into his lap, his hands wrapping around your waist as your other hand gently wraps around his throat.
soobin gasps when you squeeze just a tad, leaning back to look at him. his disheveled blonde hair, face flushed, eyes glossy as he looked at you, mouth parted and searching for yours again. you've never seen him look so submissive, almost pathetic…sure he's usually like this and likes when you take control but this was different.
"i think you enjoy making me jealous," you accuse him, and he dumbly shakes his head. his fingers grip your shirt tightly as he blinks up at you slowly. he looked like was waiting for something. "do you like making me jealous?"
soobin moans while shaking his head again a little faster, his hips raising up against you. his eyes trail to your lips and he leans in, whining you as pull away when they almost touch. he couldn't contain his heart that was racing and his cock that was throbbing in his pants.
"why must you be so nice to everybody?" you mumble to yourself before pressing your lips to his again, you didn't even know soobin was listening. your hips start to drag against his as you sloppily kiss and swap saliva.
"i'm yours," he whispers when you pull back.
you slide your hand down from his neck and to his chest, pushing him down against the bed with a choked moan in surprise. he can't explain the reason that made his dick jump and doesn't have time to think on it as you unzip his pants a reach a hand into his boxers.
there's precum covering the tip as you pull his dick from his work pants. you were shocked at how much there was as you circled his tip with your thumb before spreading it down his length. you take him into your hand, squeezing tightly and start to jerk him at a quick pace that soobin can't keep up with.
your other hand slides up his shirt, his body writhing under you as you run your fingertips up until you reach his chest. you pinch a nipple between your fingers, something soobin has always been a fan of. soobin arches off the bed and into the touch with a high-pitched moan as you pinch harder, his hands fisting the sheets under him.
soobin felt dizzy, lightheaded almost. the slight pain from your hand on his chest and the pleasure coming from his dick were fighting for control and he didn't know which to lean into. it was both too much and not enough at the same time.
deep down there was a part of him that liked when you were a little rough with him. sometimes he would say the things he knew would push you just right and make you put your hands on him and he would revel in it. he would turn it into a personal game that he would play. he didn't know that it ran this deep though, that he could get this much pleasure from it.
"so pretty," you murmured, abandoning his chest and squeezing his cheeks and making you look at him with his eyes that were half-lidded. you push your thumb against his plump lips and soobin moaned against it, his tongue poking out to lick it.
"please," he croaked, voice muffled behind your finger as he pushed his chest out.
your card your fingers through his hair gently, massaging his scalp before gripping it and tugging his head back. soobin whines, his cock twitching in your hand and his eyes rolling back in pleasure.
"please what?"
he needily whimpers, his face burning as he replies. "please touch my chest again."
you oblige with a hum, letting go of his hair and paying attention to his chest. softly dragging your fingers over it and then suddenly pinching them. soobin could feel his entire body quiver and the familiar bubbling in his stomach, too quick for him to stop it.
"ngh," soobin moans, his orgasm crashing into him without warning. warm cum spurts from his cock and hits his chest as he thrusts up into your hand.
before he has a chance to relax, you start to relentlessly stroke him. he shouts as your hands send him into overstimulation and you relish in the feeling of making him squirm beneath you. his weak and shaky hands fly to yours and try to, not really, pry them off his cock.
he can't get any words out, the only sounds coming out were choked moans and whimpers as you don't stop moving your hand up and down. it hurts, but it hurts so good, it's the only reason he hasn't outright told you stop. he enjoys it. it's everything he's wanted and he didn't even know it until now.
he's so gone that he didn't notice when you stopped touching him and started to strip out of your pajamas. you climbed back into his lap and hovered over his cock. he looks down and watches you tease the tip, sliding it between your folds. his hips involuntarily pushing up, wanting to be inside you couldn't find the words to express that to you.
"keep still," you command him as you hold his hips down. he whines but nods his head doesn't attempt to move again, he didn't want this to end. he would listen to every word you said if it meant he could keep feeling this floatiness he was experiencing.
he loudly gasps when you slide down onto him in one quick motion, all the way to the hilt. his eyes roll back and he bites down on his lip hard.
you tsk, "you're gonna hurt yourself doing that." pressing your thumb on his bottom lip and prying his mouth open. you stick your finger into his mouth and soobin leaps into action before you say anything, sucking and moaning around it.
he stares at you as he does, hoping his eyes convey what he wants to say. he fucking loves this, how rough your being with him, treating him like a toy. he wanted to tell you but his brain was foggy and his mouth isn't working the way he wants, he just wants to keep feeling good.
"you know, you're so fucking hot like this…" you purr, removing your finger from soobin's mouth, much to his distaste. you caress his flushed face and pat his cheek, rubbing under his eye. he moans when you do, and you pause.
"oh?" you do it again, with a little more force and soobin keens. a broken whimper comes out and his cock twitches inside of you. you laugh and soobin whines in embarrassment, his hands coming up to cover his face.
you grab him by the wrist, and pin them above his head. soobin's eyelids go heavy as you grip onto his skin, somewhere in the back of his mind he hopes it leaves a mark so he can remember this.
"be a good boy and don't move them, hm?" he nods, watching your movements as you lean back, dragging your hands down his body. you make sure to press a nipple on the way, soobin arching into the touch with a hiss. you rest your hands on his stomach before you start to bounce on his cock.
soobin's eyes go cross-eyed as you relentlessly use him, swiveling your hips without mercy. he lets out continuous gasps and moans but his hands never stray from their position. he just holds them clenched tight, fingernails digging into his palms. he's a complete puddle under you, his brain is sludge as he revels in the pleasure.
"is it good binnie," you coo at him. "am i being a real help like she was, hm?" you repeat his words back to him.
"'s good, it's so good-" is all he manages to get out, his words slurring together as his mouth hangs open on his sounds.
you lean down, crashing your lips against his for a heated kiss. "open," you mumble. and he obediently listens, sticking out his tongue as you grab his jaw. you spit into his mouth and he watches the string land on his tongue with a moan. he eagerly swallows it while staring at you lovingly when you let him go, hitting his cheek lightly in praise. he could've cum at that moment if he had permission to.
you fuck him unforgivingly, grinding your hips down in a way that's pleasurable for the both of you. soobin slowly thrusting upwards to meet your hips, forgetting all about your demand as he chases his release that was building up quickly.
"cum, please - ngh can i cum~" he cries, his eyes wet with the threat of tears from how fucking good he felt. god he was so close, but he wanted to be good - he can be good.
you giggle, reaching into his hair and tugging it again. soobin hisses in pain but his cock throbs at the same time. "already?" you tease. he nods with a pouty whine, looking up at you with his shiny eyes.
"i'm going to countdown from five, okay?" he nods again, blinking hazily and a tear runs down his face. he looks so pretty when he's fucked out like this. "be a good boy and hold it until then." soobin brightens up, his face practically glowing at the praise. he nods eagerly, his body vibrating beneath you as he anticipates his orgasm.
"five,"
you claw your fingers up his sides.
"four,"
you run them over his nipples, soobin squeaks.
"three,"
you drag them up to his neck, soobin tilts his head back to allow your more access. slowly, you apply pressure and he lets out a soft gasp and moan.
"two,"
soobin mumbles something you couldn't catch. you ask him to repeat himself and he gets shy before he says, "hit me again, please…" you laugh, making him turn red but who are you deny this beautiful boy that was taking everything you gave so well.
"one," at the same time, you slap his face with some force behind it. soobin feels like he's losing his mind when his orgasm hits him. his whole body convulses as the stinging in his cheek intensifies, his dick twitching endlessly as he fills you with cum.
his mind goes blank as he feels so fucking good, his body tingles and he feels lighter than he ever has. his eyes fluttering and he doesn't even try to contain his sounds. a mixture of moans and cries, the tears finally sliding down his face.
"good boy, such a good boy," you mumble praises as he rides through it, stroking his sore scalp gently and peppering tiny kisses all over his flushed face.
he breathes heavily as he finally calms down, his arms stiff from holding above his head for so long. he slowly moves them to wrap around your waist with a dopey smile. with the little strength he had in his weak arms, he pulls you down on top of him. he nuzzles into your neck, with a content sigh.
you still had lots to talk about but for now he wanted to bask in this euphoric feeling of being so close to you, your body on his. it was heavenly.
Synopsis: frat boy!gojo, your boyfriend, got himself blocked on all of your socials. it was his fault, even he knows that - spamming your girl with dick pics whilst she's studying for an important exam was only ever going to end one way.
you've practically forced him to resort to a means of communication he didn't know still existed. and well, he's gonna have fun with it.
Warnings: some sexual content, 18+, cursing, college au, can be read as a standalone but is a part of my EdenU au, gojo is dramatic, reader is done with him, reader is goth and female, established relationship, not proofread
Dear most gorgeous girl in the world,
You’re killing me.
Please unblock me on iMessages, Insta, Snap, Facebook/Messenger, Whatsapp, X (sorry Twitter or whatever liberal agenda you’re on now), Discord, Reddit, Letterboxd, LinkedIn, Spotify, and Tumblr. How did you even know I was stalking you on Tumblr? Do you have a girlfriend sixth sense? Like does your clit tingle when you realise I’m near? Cause my balls speak to me when you’re within a mile radius, like “yeah, boys? you feel her? where? lead the way!”
If you gave me a chance, instead of instantly blocking me (heartless meanie), you’d know I am very, very apologetic. I’ll stop spamming you my dick pics, even though you should be honoured to receive reminders of how hard just the thought of your name makes me.
Love,
Your sad big-dicked daddy :(((
Dear Gojo Satoru,
Clearly you can’t take a hint. Let me spell it out for you.
I.
Am.
Busy.
Leave.
Me.
Alone.
Unhappily,
Your girlfriend
P.S. Do not call yourself ‘big-dicked daddy.’ It upsets me greatly.
From: [email protected]
Subject: keep being mean to me please im close
Dear adorable goth baby,
You’re so hot when you’re being mean. I already know you’re frowning in that cute way that makes me want to smother you in kisses and you’re rolling your eyes so hard NGH!
I already said I’m sorry.
Please give me another chance.
I’m so damn bored I started playing spin the bottle alone in my room. I made out with that picture of you sleeping with drool down your chin. Picture You was even getting handsy. ‘Down girl!’ I said. ‘Bad!’
Stay tight,
Toru (not Gojo Satoru, that’s like a slur coming from you, very triggering stuff)
P.S. I am your big-dicked daddy tho I’m confused?
Satoru,
I gave you multiple chances when I asked you to stop and give me at least 5 hours to study before we go out for dinner and I entertain you, you giant freaking child. But no, you just had to hound me with your dick, like I was supposed to be dickmatised and persuaded to drop everything at your beck and call.
Fuck, I’m getting mad all over again.
Stop emailing me. You’re gonna see me at 7pm for our date anyways. You can last 4 more hours.
Yours not for long,
Girl who just wants to pass
Sweetiepie :(
I’m sorry.
I thought it was gonna motivate you to work hard. Pwease forgive me. Pwease? Towu is vewy vewy sowwy.
In fact, I’m so so so sorry, I’ll pay for dinner tonight. Scout’s honour.
Asking for mercy and forgiveness,
Your boyfriend no matter what
From: [email protected]
Subject: dinner? that the best you can offer?
You always pay for dinner. Last time I offered, you damn near wrestled me in the middle of the restaurant so you could get your card out first. We’re still banned from there, remember?
Btw, you were never a Scout, don’t play with me.
Dear love of my life who doesn’t understand how email etiquette works,
Of course I always pay for dinner — you’re broke and your family is destitute, I remind you lovingly. But even if you were as rich as me, or even richer (which isn’t possible, not to flex), I would still pay every single time. It’s the least I can do for reparations for the violence committed by my gender against yours. Plus, that restaurant sucked anyway — the owner is problematic towards immigrants and the servers don’t even know if the meat is locally and ethically sourced, like hello??? In the big 2025?!?
How’s studying going?
Do you need a snack or a smoothie to boost you?
I can drop by. Promise I won’t linger. I just didn’t see a purchase on my card for breakfast or lunch. Please don’t starve. If I can’t watch your ass jiggle when I hit it from the back, I’m gonna be devastated.
Yours most sincerely,
Satoru
P.S. You have to be a Scout to say Scout’s Honour? Crazyyyyyy
Dear Satoru (happy now?),
Please don’t remind me of my family’s shortcomings. You know I like to pretend I came from a normal background. And stop being more woke than me. It’s hot.
Studying’s fine, I guess. I think I forgot how to study. I’ve missed a lot of content too. If a certain someone hadn’t been clinging to me so tightly every morning, maybe I wouldn’t be so behind. God, you make my life so hard.
A smoothie and pastry would be lovely, actually. I can’t be bothered leaving my room to get some food. Just drop it off outside and disappear by the time I open the door — if I see even a glimmer of white hair, I’m going to freak.
Thanks.
Love begrudgingly,
A girl who’s gonna fail her exam
Dear cutie,
I don’t cling to you that hard. You’re dramatic. I wonder where you got that from. And last I checked, we have a safeword you can use anytime to get me away from between your legs if you really wanted to get to class. But I like our game where you pretend you’re not just as obsessed with me as I am with you (I know you get all hot and bothered when I reference Marx, dirty girl)
Food’s outside babe. The line was stupid long and I ran into Fushiguro — remember the guy I told you has the highest body count on campus?
He’s in a relationship now and he’s so pussywhipped lmaoooo
Couldn’t be me.
Hoping you’ll stuff your face and get all the brain power you need,
Satoru
I told you to disappear before I could see you.
You didn’t have to kiss me and hump my leg you animal. My neighbours were NOT happy with the pornographic noises you made, asshole.
Yeah, I remember Toji. Cool dude. Always wearing gym wear no matter the weather and for some reason hates you. Don’t make fun of him for being loyal and loving to his girlfriend. You’re probably so much worse. I envy his girlfriend. She probably doesn’t have to put up with a yapper who spams her with dick pics.
Thank you for the food though. Very appreciated. What I didn’t appreciate, however, was the number and the smiley face on my drink. I already told you, if someone tries to hit on you, bark at them and tell them you have a girlfriend you worship endlessly.
Look:
Dear angry girlfriend I do in fact worship endlessly and beyond,
I’m sorry I didn’t follow your exact orders but I desperately needed a kiss from my girl. If I don’t get my daily dose, I wilt, like a rose. You know this.
And disrespectfully, f your neighbours. It wasn’t anything they hadn't heard from us before. Sensitive ears ahhh
About Fushiguro — he does not hate me. Why does everyone say that?
We’re actually besties. We’re like dumb and dumber, but dumber is him obvi. Plus, once he gets some shots in him, he’s super in love with me. I get more over the clothes action from him than from you lol
You never need to thank me for feeding you. I fear that’s like bare minimum. Get those standards up girl.
Oh and sorry about the drink. I didn’t even notice. Leave it outside your door and I’ll get you a new one. I’ll even make a scene and call the manager over. Maybe I’ll buy the store and get everyone fired. Just give me the word babe.
Yours forever,
Satoru
Dear my sweetest, most frustrating boyfriend,
Fine, I’ll forgive the kiss (I might have needed it too). And yeah, f my neighbours because the guy on my left loves playing Doctor Who Season 8 on repeat and on full volume every night like clockwork. It’s not even the best season!
Forget about the drink. Just don’t ever go back there again. Number and smiley face aside, the drink is abysmal and tastes like bog water. Pastry is great though. 10/10
You’d really make a scene for me?
Yours occasionally,
No longer starving girlfriend
Dear the Morticia to my Gomez,
I’d make a scene for you at the drop of a hat. I’d serenade you in malls, on campus, in a Michelin star restaurant, and in a lecture. Heck, I’d yell ‘BOMB’ in an airport if you asked me to – just maybe not an airport we frequent.
There’s quite literally nothing I wouldn’t do for you. If you didn’t know that already, then I’m not as great of a boyfriend as I thought I was. I will remedy that immediately, my goddess eternal.
Obsessedly yours,
Your husband in every way but legally (we can fix that)
Dear Toru,
Stop being sweet. It’s disgusting.
Come inside already. I’m done pretending I’m getting anything from the textbooks. I’m only giving myself a headache.
pairing: sub nice guy roommate!soobin x devious!reader
summary- He's so nice to everyone, and so infuriatingly oblivious and you're nice enough to jerk that out of him ;)
warnings: reader pretends to be dumb to get her ways mwaha. Jerkings off only!! handjobs 🙈 look at the header to imagine lmao. soobin is a sub boy because that's all I like to write about, apparently. soobin crying. soobin likes to be a good boy :p
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Soobin's always so nice- so-so- damn nice. Always dubbed as the "nice innocent type,". From being a courteous gentleman to being an attentive listener, not to mention his height of 6'3, Choi Soobin has all the traits women want in a partner. Yet, he is so blatantly oblivious to everyone's advances towards him. You wonder if there is more underneath the surface than what he lets on. Surely, he cannot be this chivalrous all the time?
It pisses you off, really. You can't even have a simple lunch with your roommate without girls whispering around your table- plotting a way to slip their numbers in folded tissue papers. He will unfold the tissue, reading the note "We really like your style... call us xxxxxxxxxx" and look back at you with a wide shit-eating grin.
"Look, Y/N! Those girls like the outfit you chose for me." and wave back at them shyly. "You can ask her for more tips if you really like my outfit, she picked it out for me...!" The girls glance around, grimacing at your table before turning back.
"It's almost commendable how you manage to cockblock yourself, Soobin," you say with a sigh- rolling your eyes. He will look back at you with round eyes and pukered lips, tilting his head every so slightly. "What do you mean? They just said they like my outfit...?"
Sigh. You want to smack him, smack his pretty head and yank him by the jaw and yell at his face. You wanna scream and tell him how hot he is, and it's so frustrating watching him throw away all these advances. "You're so blind, dude! Seriously. Like, I get annoyed seeing you be so dumb-"
"How am I blind?!"
"You could've had some action tonight but you chose to be blind and not notice shit! Do you seriously not pick up on hints?"
He shrugs, "I only pick up on things from people I want to notice."
"I could be grinding on your lap, and you would still think I'm being platonic- that's how blind you are." Soobin's expression flickers for a split second before he pouts again. "Whatever. Like you'd ever do that."
"I just might."
It's almost midnight when you reach home after hanging out with your friends. Your apartment is fairly clean by courtesy of Soobin doing the chores before you came back. Light strays from underneath the door of his room, he is still awake- you take a mental note. Without bothering to lock your door, you begin trying to unzip your dress from the back. You struggle for a few seconds before cussing loudly.
"Hey, you're back?" his muffled voice calls out from the other side.
"Yup! Just came back." you glance at the stack of neatly folded laundry on your bed. "Did you do my laundry again? I swear I was gonna do it tomorrow..."
"Heh- it's okay. I was doing mine, so I thought I might as well do yours."
Your dress is awkwardly hanging off your shoulders as you step closer to see he's washed your underwear too- with fabric softener (you could smell it evidently) "See- this is what I kept talking about, you're too nice Soo-" you tripped over the length of your long dress, falling to the ground with a thud.
The door swings open with him yelling, "Are you okay?!"
"Ouch..." you didn't have time to process what was going on- too busy dealing with the bruise you can feel forming on the side of your hip. You don't realise you're left with a black pushup bra, your dress half unzipped and falling to the side, exposing your mismatched pink sailor moon underwear. Soobin goes quiet. He stays in the awkward half-bent position, not meeting your eyes. He doesn't walk away from the room either.
"fuck." you whisper to yourself, ready to die from embarrassment. Then you glance up to finally see Soobin. He was still wearing the navy dress shirt from lunch earlier; a few buttons popped open, revealing some of his chest. His ears blushed into a deep shade of red, his hands shaking a little as the seconds go by. He's still looking away, yet unmoving. You smirk. Let's see how long this facade of a nice guy stays.
"Are you gonna help me up or not, Soobs?"
"O-Oh yeah lemme just-" He reaches down with both hands to pick you up by the waist and the dress slips off a little more but still very much on you. He hasn't spared you or your body a glance, eyes trained to the white walls of your room.
What a nice guy, you chuckled internally.
He sits you down at the edge of your bed. His hands fiddle with themselves, knuckled popping. You will admit he looks rather good- sleeves rolled up to his elbow, shirt messily tucked into black slacks. His black hair was neatly combed after being styled today morning. His skin looks especially white and almost soft under the mood lighting of your room. He looks so cute, yet so hot. You bite your lips unconsciously- you can't wait to mess with him a little more.
"I can't seem to unzip the rest by myself. Can you do it for me, Soobin?" your eyelashes bat, fluttering with a pious facade laced with devious motives. "U-uh sure. yeah." Of course, Mr. Nice Guy Choi Soobin would never say no to you.
Laying down on the bed, you angle yourself for him to reach the zipper on your back. His fingers glide over your skin a little as the dress comes off, burning your skin. His hands are cold, but against you, they warm up; they haven't stopped shaking yet.
Now you're left with just a bra and panties. He gathers the dress, folding it and placing it on your desk. Your heart swells a little before you look at him again. "Thank you so much, Soobin-ah."
"No problem. Are you okay, though? The fall sounded pretty bad..."
You friegn an innocent pout, shaking your head. "No, will you check it for me, please?" You swivel your hips, making sure he can see the pink panties cupping your mound.
Soobin gulps and closes his eyes- probably sending out a prayer. You smile widely. Without a word, he sits on the bed, one leg down. His hand slowly inches near the side of your hips, a clear purple bloch forming. You arch your back more as your body shifts closer to his sitting one. His fingers trace the bruise very gently.
You can feel your panties getting wet, your legs press closer to relieve some pressure but to no avail. His eyes are locked in on your lower body, his eyes drag a little lower to see a dark patch on your underwear. He gasps silently. His hand drifts down a little, now dangerously close to your clothes pussy. You yank his hand away, sitting upright to face him. Your nose almost touching his nose.
“Stupid. Stupid. Stupid Soobin. You still think I’m being friendly? When I’m laid out in front of you with nothing but my panties and bra? Fuck- you still don’t get any hints?”
He looks away. What he says next makes you raise your brows and tackle him down on the bed. “You haven’t exactly grinding on my lap yet, you know?”
“Fuck- you sly fox. I knew you weren’t all innocence-” you grab his jaw, angling his head towards yours before crashing your lips onto his. The kiss is rushed and messy, your teeth clanking against the others a few times. Soobin doesn’t seem to mind, eyes closed as he melts into the kiss.
You straddle his lap, clothed pussy rubbing right over his clothed dick. You can feel how hard it is. Soobin doesn’t even try to fight his tongue into your mouth, you’ve got him beat- tongue hastily slipping into his parted lips- exploring his moth deliciously. You grind on his lap in round motions, in sync with your tongue. Before you pull back, you gingerly bite his soft yet chapped lips a little.
A string of saliva connects you both as you huff back. His face is a contrast of red blush and his pale white skin, eyes looking at you with a fucked-out expression. You’re just getting started. His dick sits uncomfortably tight under his black slacks and you look at him with bright eyes. “F-fuck, Y/N wait- I- You- fuck…”
“What’s wrong, Soobin?” you coyly ask, fingers sliding down his pants. “Aren’t we going too fast?” you pause.
“Too fast? I see the way you look at me everyday, you little shit.” you aggresivly pull his pants down, exposing his white boxers where you can see tiny bit of precum leaking through.
“Your always looking at my tits, watching my ass when my wear skirts, always being so fucking oblivious to everyone’s flirting. I know you, Soobin.”
His eyes widen, chest heaving as your fingers touch his clothes cock. “So nice to everyone, so nice to me. You’re just a dog, aren’t you? Look at you now, letting me do what I want with you. You wanted this, didn’t you? You want me to fuck you up, babe”
“S-shit yes! Ngh, Yes. I did. I’m sorry, I just wanted you, Y/N and I didn’t know how to-”
“Shhh” you place a finger on his swollen lips. You come closer to lick his adams apple, messily going down to where his shirt is buttoned open. “Since you’re nice with everyone, be nice with me now, yeah?” He nods firociously.
You get up to sit behind him after taking off your bra. You can tell Soobin wants to touch them, but he doesn’t get the liberty to ask yet, and he knows. Your boobs press against Soobins back, making his spine shiver. Your hands spring his cock free and it sticks up over his shirt- standing hard and straight. You press yourself even closer, nipples brushing against the fabric of his shirt as you begin slowly stroking his cock.
Your body moves along with his. His head lolls back in pleasure as you fondle with his shaft. Two veins are running down from the base to the tip, you can feel it throb within your palm.
His breathing becomes faster with the pace of your strokes, chest heaving up and down.
“You like this, Soobin?” He bites his lips, brows curled as he nods. “You make me feel so good, Y/N…”
“Oh yeah?” your hands tighten around his cock for a few seconds then you jerk him off even quicker. His balls feel heavy, and you can tell it’s going to be a big load. You suddenly hear sniffles emerge among his whimpers and moans. Your other hand reaches up to his face to feel hot tears streaming down to his lips and neck. “Baby- why’re you crying?”
“So good, Y/N. So good. Please, Please, Please, I wanna cum-” You pause once again, earning a whine out of him. You giggle before kissing his neck, sucking onto his supple flesh as you leave love bites all over. His body starts to shake uncontrollably, whimpers escalating to full-blown yelps and moans. You can tell he’s close.
“Be a good boy and cum for me, ‘mkay?”
“Yes-yes- I’ll be a-a-good-” he doesn’t have time to finish his sentence before ropes of thick white cum flies out. Some land on your finger, and the rest stain his shirt and pants. He heaves a sigh. You turn him around and he looks at you with a dazed and confused expression. Your lips are laced with an evil smirk as you lick your fingers clean of his cum. His eyes widen. He just witnessed the hottest thing a woman has ever done. You yank him by the neck and spit his cum back into his mouth as you continue to sloppily kiss him.
He happily gulps down the remnants in his mouth, and you acknowledge him surprised.
“From now on, you’re just allowed to be this nice with me, ‘kay?”
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a/n: unedited persuzzz. As you can tell, I think with my none existent dick while writing smut- no I'm no ashamed of it. tell me how you like it and leave some nice comments while you're at it!
if you guys wanna req some prompts feel free to cuz I'm not that creative to come up with more ideas lol
warnings: nsfw under the cut. boobie worshipping. unrealistic piercing healing time I know yall but #forthesakeoftheplot um ya that's about it soobin juss luvvvs yo titties hahaha. Gyu cameo as alwaysss
summary: Soobin is sweet and simple as vanilla and you're like a bottle of hot sauce! To spice up your sex life, his dear dear Noonim surprises him with nipple piercings.
This is part 2.2, you can read it as a stand-alone too
series masterlist
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Soobin's never been much of an experimental man. He likes to keep things simple and follow a routine. He's been contempt of that too, he likes to think. It is rather easy to figure out that the younger man likes to stay in his little bubble of soobin-ism.
Eat, play games, and talk to friends, now a new addition is hanging out with his noona dearest and then sleeping. Simple, clean, and neat.
This pattern is reflected in many aspects of his life, including his sex life. In the many months you have been involved with Soobin, you've taken note of his quirks. How his body trembles when he's about to climax, what overstimulates him enough to cry, that he has an oral fixation (with your tit's specifically) and so on and so forth.
It always brings in great pleasure to 'make love' (a replacement for using "fuck" since he apparently doesn't like using that) with him but who are you if not trying to rile up the pliant man till he weeps at your mercy?
So, you've been devising, and planning! You even startled yourself with how much effort you were secretly putting into getting to know about Soobin's kinks and preferences. Yes, the sex was exceptionally good but it was very much vanilla ice cream! A classic for sure but could be spruced up. Stumbling on his Twitter by accident was what you considered to be a sign from God himself that you need to do something to take it to the next level.
It was no surprise Choi Soobin is a boob man, he might as well have a huge poster hung up on his walls saying "I LOVE TIDDIES" or something. This man did NOT play about boobs. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday- call him jungkook the way he was gonna be loving that thang seven days a week. He was serious about worshipping your breasts like they were sent by a messiah to unlock spiritual awakening.
And so it happened, for the past 3 weeks you have been avoiding getting down and dirty with him. Instead, the time was passed with Cafe dates and late-night movie marathons. The lack of dick was slowly getting to you but you persevered none the less. Some quote about the fruits of your labor or something but instead it was his reaction.
Soobin returned back to his dorm after a long day, not even flinching when he see's you laying on his bed reading one his mangas.
"Hey Soobs, how was class?"
"Ugh, don't get me started, Noona. My TA is the biggest B-word ever! This internship is not easy."
"She's a bitch?"
"Yeah, thats what I said."
"No, you said b-word!"
"You know I don't like to cuss at women like that...", you giggle as you get up from the bed, swinging your arms around his neck to pull him in. "Okay Mr. Nice Guy, what can I do to make you feel better?"
"Maybe watch Jujutsu Kai-"
"I have a better idea. How about we have some fun...?" You say, spreading your legs ever so slightly to reveal your exposed thigh.
His eyes widen tenfold, head darted up with excitement, "Really! I'm thinking we play League of Lege-"
You roll your eyes, pushing him off of you, he lands softly to your side on the bed. "No- baby, fun!"
He looks blankly at you, not a single thought rummaging his mind. "You wanna get food or something, Noona..?"
Losing patience, you grab his hand folding the sleeves up to his elbow. You bite your lips with a smirk, he looked the best in white shirts for sure. You take his hand and guide it under your shirt, fingers ghosting over your bralette. Something small pokes through but Soobin doesn't say much. His attention was stolen away the moment you took his hand. "I wanna do this kind of fun. Soobie...don't you wanna make you noona have fun? Hm?"
He gulps, Adam's apple bobbing deliciously, nodding.
"Take my bra off, will you?"
"Yes, Noona!"
He struggles a little with the hook of your bra, you honestly don't blame him since you're without a bra around 90% of the time with him. He noted that today was one of the rare days you wore a bra. Once the bra finally came off, the cold air conditioning of his room hit your breasts, perking them up even more.
Suddenly, Soobin jerks back with a muffled gasp. A finger raising slowly, one hand cupped in shock, he points at the two barbell rods that are sliding through your nipples. On the two sides are heart-shaped gems. Soobin peers closer, almost in a cautionary way, and as his eyes narrow in on the gems, he can make out a distinct S letter in each of them. He blinks twice.
Your heart speeds up in anticipation, his facial expression unrecognizable. "S-surprise...?"
"Y-you got them pierced?"
"Yeah... Do you not like it? I thought you liked pierc-" Your expression drops.
"Mmmph-" he kisses you deeply, a soulful exchange. His fingers dig into the sides of your waist, rubbing circles. "I love it-I love it- Noona, how did you even know?"
You chuckle, relieved. "Hm..just have my ways!"
He raises his brow. "Okay fine, I asked Beomgyu for your twitter and basically did a little stalking from there."
His lips curl into an adorable smile as he pecks your lips again.
"C-can I.. Y'know... touch?"
"You can do alot more just touch, Soobie."
"Really? Do they hurt? I don't wanna hurt you, Noona."
"Aw, my baby. Always worrying for me. They're almost healed. You can have it, just be gentle." your fingers twirl around your nipples a little, hissing slightly.
"No, Noona that looks like it hurts..."
"I like the pain hehe." He has a scandalous look on his face before finally giving a kitten lick to your hardened nipples. He looks intensely at the gems. "What does the S stand for?"
Your eyes look away, face turning slightly red. "What the fuck do you think it means?" you yell out, a lot more aggressive than you had intended.
"I-I I didn't wanna assume.."
"Sorry, yeah no, um, wanted to surprise you Soobin. Do you like your initial on me?"
Soobin will melt. Fuck, he wants to turn into putty. He has more important things to focus on right now, your tits to be specific. "Noona...they're beautiful." His fingers pinch on a nipple very softly, you whimper as the bundle of nerves get played with again and again. The piercing has started to heal pretty soon but it still felt a little raw and fresh.
Soobin's pink tongue flashed as he licked meticulously all around your breasts, from the sides to the piercing. The cool metal hit his tongue and he will not deny that it was weirdly satisfying especially when contrasted with your warm body.
He is still yet to suck on your nipples, you can tell he's nervous to do so since the piercing is still so new. The sting of pain is there but it transforms into pleasure when you see it's Soobin who is doing all these things to you.
You never really thought you'd get turned on by pain but I guess you live and learn, Soobin definitely is.
The very obvious tent in his pants was an indicator of how much he really liked these piercings. "Fuck, so good yeah, good job baby, making noona feel so good. You like making me feel good?"
He looks up from in between your breasts and nods before continuing. He could spend hours on end here if you let him.
"Noona I could be here the whole day just making you feel good. I love you...r tits noona!" Your eyes roll back in pleasure and pain, whimpers coming out.
He slowly backed up, a thin layer of sweat covering his face, eyes admiring your breasts once more. You look down and gasp at what you see. Red and blue bruises everywhere, littered throughout the expanse of your chest. "Soobin! I told you to go easy on that"
He smiles sheepishly, scratching his neck in feigning innocence. "You know I can't stop myself with you Noona.." he nudges you playfully.
Oh he wants to play dirty, you'll show him dirty.
"You're on Choi Soobin. I'll make sure you leave this room crying." you claw at his sweatpants.
"AH!"
Outside, in the living room, Beomgyu sits with a stoic face, dark circles, and some noise-canceling headphones which don't seem to really cancel much noise at all, wishing that you guys gave him a heads up so that he didn't have to spend his whole afternoon listening to you two canoodle and do the dirty.
"fuck my life."
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a/n: uneditied
hiiiiiii my pookies
a lil surpise chapter cuz ive been feeling extra good lately and my school work is going well. that being said, part 3 will be out in feb so stay tuned ill tag the people who wanted to be in the taglist from part 3 as well.
warnings: nsfw under the cut. boobie worshipping. unrealistic piercing healing time I know yall but #forthesakeoftheplot um ya that's about it soobin juss luvvvs yo titties hahaha. Gyu cameo as alwaysss
summary: Soobin is sweet and simple as vanilla and you're like a bottle of hot sauce! To spice up your sex life, his dear dear Noonim surprises him with nipple piercings.
This is part 2.2, you can read it as a stand-alone too
series masterlist
-
Soobin's never been much of an experimental man. He likes to keep things simple and follow a routine. He's been contempt of that too, he likes to think. It is rather easy to figure out that the younger man likes to stay in his little bubble of soobin-ism.
Eat, play games, and talk to friends, now a new addition is hanging out with his noona dearest and then sleeping. Simple, clean, and neat.
This pattern is reflected in many aspects of his life, including his sex life. In the many months you have been involved with Soobin, you've taken note of his quirks. How his body trembles when he's about to climax, what overstimulates him enough to cry, that he has an oral fixation (with your tit's specifically) and so on and so forth.
It always brings in great pleasure to 'make love' (a replacement for using "fuck" since he apparently doesn't like using that) with him but who are you if not trying to rile up the pliant man till he weeps at your mercy?
So, you've been devising, and planning! You even startled yourself with how much effort you were secretly putting into getting to know about Soobin's kinks and preferences. Yes, the sex was exceptionally good but it was very much vanilla ice cream! A classic for sure but could be spruced up. Stumbling on his Twitter by accident was what you considered to be a sign from God himself that you need to do something to take it to the next level.
It was no surprise Choi Soobin is a boob man, he might as well have a huge poster hung up on his walls saying "I LOVE TIDDIES" or something. This man did NOT play about boobs. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday- call him jungkook the way he was gonna be loving that thang seven days a week. He was serious about worshipping your breasts like they were sent by a messiah to unlock spiritual awakening.
And so it happened, for the past 3 weeks you have been avoiding getting down and dirty with him. Instead, the time was passed with Cafe dates and late-night movie marathons. The lack of dick was slowly getting to you but you persevered none the less. Some quote about the fruits of your labor or something but instead it was his reaction.
Soobin returned back to his dorm after a long day, not even flinching when he see's you laying on his bed reading one his mangas.
"Hey Soobs, how was class?"
"Ugh, don't get me started, Noona. My TA is the biggest B-word ever! This internship is not easy."
"She's a bitch?"
"Yeah, thats what I said."
"No, you said b-word!"
"You know I don't like to cuss at women like that...", you giggle as you get up from the bed, swinging your arms around his neck to pull him in. "Okay Mr. Nice Guy, what can I do to make you feel better?"
"Maybe watch Jujutsu Kai-"
"I have a better idea. How about we have some fun...?" You say, spreading your legs ever so slightly to reveal your exposed thigh.
His eyes widen tenfold, head darted up with excitement, "Really! I'm thinking we play League of Lege-"
You roll your eyes, pushing him off of you, he lands softly to your side on the bed. "No- baby, fun!"
He looks blankly at you, not a single thought rummaging his mind. "You wanna get food or something, Noona..?"
Losing patience, you grab his hand folding the sleeves up to his elbow. You bite your lips with a smirk, he looked the best in white shirts for sure. You take his hand and guide it under your shirt, fingers ghosting over your bralette. Something small pokes through but Soobin doesn't say much. His attention was stolen away the moment you took his hand. "I wanna do this kind of fun. Soobie...don't you wanna make you noona have fun? Hm?"
He gulps, Adam's apple bobbing deliciously, nodding.
"Take my bra off, will you?"
"Yes, Noona!"
He struggles a little with the hook of your bra, you honestly don't blame him since you're without a bra around 90% of the time with him. He noted that today was one of the rare days you wore a bra. Once the bra finally came off, the cold air conditioning of his room hit your breasts, perking them up even more.
Suddenly, Soobin jerks back with a muffled gasp. A finger raising slowly, one hand cupped in shock, he points at the two barbell rods that are sliding through your nipples. On the two sides are heart-shaped gems. Soobin peers closer, almost in a cautionary way, and as his eyes narrow in on the gems, he can make out a distinct S letter in each of them. He blinks twice.
Your heart speeds up in anticipation, his facial expression unrecognizable. "S-surprise...?"
"Y-you got them pierced?"
"Yeah... Do you not like it? I thought you liked pierc-" Your expression drops.
"Mmmph-" he kisses you deeply, a soulful exchange. His fingers dig into the sides of your waist, rubbing circles. "I love it-I love it- Noona, how did you even know?"
You chuckle, relieved. "Hm..just have my ways!"
He raises his brow. "Okay fine, I asked Beomgyu for your twitter and basically did a little stalking from there."
His lips curl into an adorable smile as he pecks your lips again.
"C-can I.. Y'know... touch?"
"You can do alot more just touch, Soobie."
"Really? Do they hurt? I don't wanna hurt you, Noona."
"Aw, my baby. Always worrying for me. They're almost healed. You can have it, just be gentle." your fingers twirl around your nipples a little, hissing slightly.
"No, Noona that looks like it hurts..."
"I like the pain hehe." He has a scandalous look on his face before finally giving a kitten lick to your hardened nipples. He looks intensely at the gems. "What does the S stand for?"
Your eyes look away, face turning slightly red. "What the fuck do you think it means?" you yell out, a lot more aggressive than you had intended.
"I-I I didn't wanna assume.."
"Sorry, yeah no, um, wanted to surprise you Soobin. Do you like your initial on me?"
Soobin will melt. Fuck, he wants to turn into putty. He has more important things to focus on right now, your tits to be specific. "Noona...they're beautiful." His fingers pinch on a nipple very softly, you whimper as the bundle of nerves get played with again and again. The piercing has started to heal pretty soon but it still felt a little raw and fresh.
Soobin's pink tongue flashed as he licked meticulously all around your breasts, from the sides to the piercing. The cool metal hit his tongue and he will not deny that it was weirdly satisfying especially when contrasted with your warm body.
He is still yet to suck on your nipples, you can tell he's nervous to do so since the piercing is still so new. The sting of pain is there but it transforms into pleasure when you see it's Soobin who is doing all these things to you.
You never really thought you'd get turned on by pain but I guess you live and learn, Soobin definitely is.
The very obvious tent in his pants was an indicator of how much he really liked these piercings. "Fuck, so good yeah, good job baby, making noona feel so good. You like making me feel good?"
He looks up from in between your breasts and nods before continuing. He could spend hours on end here if you let him.
"Noona I could be here the whole day just making you feel good. I love you...r tits noona!" Your eyes roll back in pleasure and pain, whimpers coming out.
He slowly backed up, a thin layer of sweat covering his face, eyes admiring your breasts once more. You look down and gasp at what you see. Red and blue bruises everywhere, littered throughout the expanse of your chest. "Soobin! I told you to go easy on that"
He smiles sheepishly, scratching his neck in feigning innocence. "You know I can't stop myself with you Noona.." he nudges you playfully.
Oh he wants to play dirty, you'll show him dirty.
"You're on Choi Soobin. I'll make sure you leave this room crying." you claw at his sweatpants.
"AH!"
Outside, in the living room, Beomgyu sits with a stoic face, dark circles, and some noise-canceling headphones which don't seem to really cancel much noise at all, wishing that you guys gave him a heads up so that he didn't have to spend his whole afternoon listening to you two canoodle and do the dirty.
"fuck my life."
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a/n: uneditied
hiiiiiii my pookies
a lil surpise chapter cuz ive been feeling extra good lately and my school work is going well. that being said, part 3 will be out in feb so stay tuned ill tag the people who wanted to be in the taglist from part 3 as well.
