I think about sohee fingering you way too much. The way he would finger you deep and hard, laying down next to you with his mouth all over your tits. He would have you already undressed from head to toe while he barely took his shirt down. Your breast would be covered in spit and marks from his messy work. His busy hand would be working you out, opening you up and reaching for your g-spot, with his thumb playing with your swollen clit, while his other hand is gripping into your hip,hard. Occasionally his mouth would travel up to your neck, peppering wet kisses. He would also praise you, his good girl, his baby, for being so docile, responsive and wet to his touch. When you finally come, it would be his turn to take his pants off, and to start rubbing his throbbing cock against your abused clit. The overstimulating sensation would leave you whining and crying. When he finally come all over your swollen pussy he would push his cum deep into you and spank you when you would moan too loudly. After this he would put your clothes back on and lay down hugging you and dozing off to sleep.
oh my god thank u 😩 i haven't posted work in soooooooooooo long. i have a lot of unfinished works that i really do hope to get out there one day. but regardless, thank you for coming across my older posts and enjoying them🥺
long distance bf sohee who calls you every time he’s alone but will act like he’s busy just to hear you whine and say you want to talk to him. He also shamelessly calls you late at night saying how much he misses you right now and he gets so whiny and pathetic when you facetime him and give him what he wants. He’s usually pretty dominant in bed but when you talk on the phone at night like that, he likes when you guide him through his orgasm and he gets off to your compliments and your body.
all girls want is to sit in sohee’s lap and maybe grind against his bulge and maybe dip their hands into his sweats and wrap their little fingers around his cock and maybe help him slip his cock inside while his hands are busy with the keyboard and maybe cockwarm him while he games and maybe bite down on his shoulder to muffle all the little sounds when it starts distracting him from winning and maybe get pinned between him and the desk when he finally wins but that’s just maybe idk
sweet boy anton that uses his big hands to carefully brush messy hair away from ur face and gently wipe away the tears that spill while he’s splitting u open 𝜗𝜚
contains : heavy sacrilegious/religious kink, blasphemy, possessive jealous anton, corruption, rough sex, choking, slapping, creampie, degradation + praise, super pathetic crybaby reader, crying, evil perverted anton, public humiliation during service, consensual but very intense
word count : 2,156
notes : got very carried away ….. requested :3
anton was the golden child of the church.
every sunday he stood beside his father at the pulpit in his crisp white button-up, smiling that gentle, dimpled smile while the entire congregation whispered about what a perfect, godly young man he was. he led the youth bible study, carried the offering plates with humility, and always had kind words for everyone.
but you knew the real anton.
the one who would drag you into the back room of the church and fuck the holiness right out of you like the devil himself.
tonight after the evening service you had only been talking to one of the new youth group boys, laughing politely at something harmless while you waited for anton to finish helping his dad. you felt the shift in the air the second it happened. that heavy, burning stare from across the room.
anton’s jaw was clenched so tight it looked painful, even as he kept that perfect polite smile plastered on his face for everyone else.
the second the last person left and you were alone in the storage room behind the sanctuary, he snapped.
his hand wrapped around your throat and slammed you against the wall so hard the old wooden cross hanging nearby rattled.
“you let him stand that close to you?” he hissed, voice low and venomous. “laughing with him like a little whore right in my father’s church? in front of me?”
tears instantly welled in your eyes. “i-i’m sorry, anton… we were just talking, i didn’t mean anything by it—”
“you didn’t mean anything?” he laughed coldly, tightening his grip on your throat just enough to make you whimper. “you are mine. you do not talk to other boys. you do not laugh at their stupid jokes. you do not even look at them. you worship me. only me.”
you started crying harder, pathetic little sobs slipping out as you nodded frantically. “i worship you… only you… i’m sorry, i’m so pathetic, please—”
anton’s eyes darkened with pure perverse satisfaction at your tears. he shoved your skirt up roughly and ripped your panties aside, fingers sliding through your soaked folds.
“already dripping like a slut in the house of god,” he mocked, shoving three long fingers inside you without warning. “crying because you know you deserve to be punished. you get off on making me jealous, don’t you? my dirty little church whore.”
“no— yes— i don’t know—” you sobbed, hips grinding desperately on his fingers like the pathetic mess you were. “i’m sorry… i’m your pathetic girl… please fuck me, i need you—”
he laughed darkly and pulled his fingers out, spinning you around and bending you over the old wooden table stacked with dusty hymn books. he yanked your skirt up to your waist and slammed into you in one brutal thrust, no mercy at all.
you cried out loud, the stretch burning so good it made fresh tears spill down your face. anton did not give you even a second to adjust — he just started fucking you hard and mean, hips snapping relentlessly while one hand fisted your hair and the other covered your mouth.
“quiet, you pathetic slut,” he growled, pounding into you deeper. “we are in church. imagine if my father walked in right now and saw his perfect son destroying his little crybaby girlfriend right behind the sanctuary.”
you moaned desperately against his palm, pushing back on his cock like you could not get enough. every brutal thrust made you sob louder. anton leaned over you, lips brushing your ear as he whispered the most disgusting things.
“that’s it. cry for me. cry because my cock is the only god you need. not jesus. not my father. me. i am the one who owns this pathetic pussy. i am the one who gets to ruin you.”
he slapped your ass hard, then reached around to rub your clit roughly. you came with a muffled scream, shaking and clenching around him so tight he groaned. but anton did not stop. he fucked you through it like a man possessed, pulling your hair harder.
“you think you can talk to other boys? laugh with them?” he snarled, hips snapping even harder. “i should fuck you right on the altar next time. let everyone see what a desperate whore you are for the pastor’s son.”
you were a complete wreck — sobbing, drooling, legs shaking as he ruined you. anton finally pulled out, spun you around, and lifted you onto the table. he pushed your legs wide open and slammed back inside, hand wrapping around your throat as he stared into your tear-filled eyes.
“look at me while i breed you,” he demanded, voice evil and sweet at the same time. “tell me who you worship while i fill this crying pussy up.”
“you— you— i worship you, anton— only you—” you wailed, crying harder from the overwhelming pleasure and humiliation. “i’m your pathetic slut— please cum inside me— i need it—”
anton’s eyes rolled back at your broken words. he fucked you even harder, choking you lightly while he chased his high.
“good girl. such a pathetic, crying mess for me. this is what you get for making me jealous. gonna pump you so full of my cum you will be leaking during sunday service. everyone will see what a dirty girl the pastor’s son is fucking.”
you came again with a broken sob, squirting all over his cock. anton groaned loudly and buried himself deep, filling you with thick hot ropes of cum while he watched your tear-stained face with pure twisted satisfaction.
even after he finished, he stayed buried inside you, grinding slowly to push his cum deeper. he wiped your tears with his thumb, then brought it to his mouth and licked it clean.
“you cry so fucking pretty when i ruin you,” he whispered, voice soft but still evil. “my perfect pathetic crybaby.”
he finally pulled out carefully and watched his cum drip down your thighs with dark satisfaction. then he pulled you into his arms, cradling your trembling body against his chest like you were precious.
the monster melted away and your sweet anton came back, kissing your wet cheeks and forehead so tenderly.
“you are mine,” he whispered lovingly, stroking your hair. “no one else gets to make you laugh. no one else gets to stand close to you. you belong to me. understand?”
you nodded weakly, still sniffling and full of his cum. “yes… i’m yours… only yours…”
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the next morning during sunday service you were sitting in the front pew like always, right where everyone could see you.
anton stood beside his father at the pulpit, looking like the perfect pastor’s son in his white shirt and gentle smile. but every time his eyes found you, that dark, evil smirk flashed for just a second.
you were a mess.
his cum was still leaking out of you slowly, soaking your panties and making you shift uncomfortably in your seat. every time you moved you felt it drip a little more, warm and sticky between your thighs. you tried to keep still but it was impossible. the constant reminder of what he did to you last night made you blush and tear up again.
anton noticed.
his gaze kept drifting back to you during the sermon, eyes gleaming with perverted satisfaction while he read from the bible in that calm, holy voice. you could see the way his jaw tightened when you squirmed, the way his fingers gripped the podium a little harder.
you were crying quietly by the middle of the service, tears slipping down your cheeks as you tried to focus on the words. the shame and the overwhelming fullness made you feel so pathetic, so owned.
when the service finally ended and people started filing out, anton made his way straight to you. he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder in front of everyone, the picture of the perfect son.
“are you okay?” he asked sweetly, voice loud enough for nearby people to hear. but his thumb brushed your neck in a secret little caress, right over the faint mark he left last night.
you nodded, voice tiny and shaky. “yes… just… a little overwhelmed.”
he smiled that dimpled smile and leaned down to whisper in your ear, voice low and filthy so only you could hear.
“good. keep my cum inside you like a good girl. i want you sitting here leaking for me the whole service next week too.”
you whimpered pathetically and more tears fell. anton kissed your forehead like the perfect boyfriend he pretended to be, then walked away with that calm, godly smile.
but you knew the truth.
he was already planning exactly how he would ruin you again the second the church emptied.
wc : 6.6k , pairing : nerdy inexperienced bf!sohee x manipulative gf!reader , genre : slight angst, smut (MDNI!!) warnings : yn is manipulative, sohee is easy, make up sex, virginity loss, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (don't be like them), confession during sex
a/n ! a thought i've had for a while but was extra inspired by these pics of sohee ^^ i got a little carried away and made it more wholesome than what it originally was going to be bc i love sohi
two months in isn’t long. not really. not in the grand scheme of things, not in the way people measure real, lasting relationships—but it feels long when it’s him. when it’s sohee, who took five whole months just to get here with you. five months of lingering glances across tables, of him second-guessing every text, of you standing your ground and refusing to move things forward unless he did it first.
you remember how that felt—watching him think, watching him hesitate, watching him try. it was frustrating, sometimes. painfully slow. but there was something about it that made you stay. something about him.
he was just sohee.
soft in a way that didn’t feel weak, just unfamiliar. careful with you, like you were something worth handling gently. it made you want to ruin him a little. push him. see how far he could go if someone just nudged him enough.
and now, two months into actually being his, you’ve learned exactly how easy it is to get a reaction out of him. how his ears turn red when you get too close. how his hands don’t quite know where to go when you touch him first. how he looks at you like you hung the moon and he’s still trying to figure out how you ended up in his orbit.
it’s addictive.
so yes—things have been good. more than good, actually. stupidly good. the kind of good where arguments don’t last longer than a few minutes because you just end up poking at his sides until he breaks into quiet laughter, or pressing a kiss to his cheek until he forgets what he was even upset about in the first place.
two whole weeks without a single fight.
which is why last night felt different.
you had gone out with your friends, nothing unusual. loud music, cheap drinks, bodies packed too close together in a way that made everything feel a little warmer, a little looser. you didn’t think much of it. you never really do.
you definitely didn’t think about sohee—at least, not in the way you probably should have.
not when one of your guy friends threw his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side while he laughed at something you barely remember. not when you stayed there for just a second too long, your head tilted toward him, your body swaying slightly from the alcohol in your system.
you didn’t think about how it might look.
not until you saw sohee.
he had just gotten there to pick you up, standing a few feet away, frozen in place like he didn’t quite know what he was looking at. like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to feel anything about it.
and for a second—just a second—you hesitated.
before you slipped out from under your friend’s arm.
before you went to him.
before you fixed it.
it was quick, though. quick enough that you could pretend it didn’t matter. quick enough that you could brush it off.
you had stumbled into him with a soft laugh, arms wrapping around his waist, pressing a sloppy kiss to his cheek like nothing was wrong at all. like he hadn’t just watched another guy touch you in a way that maybe felt too familiar.
he didn’t say anything.
he never really does.
and this morning, you didn’t respond to his last text either.
not on purpose. not really. you got busy and forgot.
but now, standing in your apartment kitchen, you can feel it sitting between the two of you.
thick. quiet. wrong.
sohee has been off since he got here. not cold, not distant in an obvious way—just… sulky. quieter than usual. moving around your space like he’s thinking too much, like every little thing is taking more effort than it should.
you noticed it the second he walked in.
and you ignored it.
on purpose.
because part of you—an annoying, stubborn part of you—keeps thinking that if he was more confident, this wouldn’t even be a problem. if he trusted you more, if he trusted himself more, he wouldn’t be walking around like this over something so small.
if sohee were more confident, he wouldn’t be so bothered that someone had their arm around you.
if sohee were more confident in your relationship, he would have said something already.
so you let it drag on through dinner. through the quiet clinking of utensils, the soft hum of nothing conversation, the way he avoided looking at you for just a little too long.
and now you’re both in the kitchen, the air heavy with everything he’s not saying.
he’s at the sink, finishing up the dishes, sleeves pushed up just enough to expose his wrists. the sound of running water fills the space, steady and grounding in a way that almost makes this feel normal, almost.
you step up behind him without thinking too much about it, slipping your arms around his waist, pressing yourself against his back like you always do. your chin finds its place on his shoulder easily, like it belongs there.
“what’s wrong, sohee?” you say, voice soft—sweet, even. the cutest version of yourself, carefully crafted because you know exactly what it does to him. your bottom lip juts out just a little for extra effect, even though he can’t fully see it from this angle.
you know he can’t resist you like this.
not for long.
he finishes rinsing the last dish, setting it aside before shaking the water off his hands instead of reaching for the towel like he normally would. the droplets scatter slightly, careless in a way that feels unlike him.
then he turns his head just enough to look at you.
and it’s not the look you’re expecting.
it’s not soft. not immediately.
it’s a little… dirty. a little annoyed. something sharper than you’ve ever seen from him before.
your breath hitches without permission.
you’ve never seen him like this, not at you.
“sohee…” you whine, quieter now, the sound slipping out of you before you can stop it. instinctively, you loosen your hold on him, backing off just a little like you’ve suddenly stepped too far.
you know it’s your fault. you just wish he wasn’t like this about it.
because in your head, it’s simple. it should be simple. if he were more sure of himself, more sure of you, then none of this would feel so heavy. he wouldn’t be standing here like this, holding onto something you already decided wasn’t a big deal.
he turns around fully then, facing you.
“i just don’t understand…” he mumbles.
and for a second—just one—you see it. the way his eyes flicker over your face, catching on your expression, your lips, the way you’re looking at him. they soften, just barely, like he’s about to fold the way he always does.
but then it’s gone.
just like that.
he looks away, breaking the moment before it can settle, before it can turn into something easier.
he walks past you to the fridge, opening it without another word. the cool light spills out, casting a faint glow against his face as he reaches in and grabs a water bottle.
you watch him the whole time.
the way he twists the cap open. the way he tips his head back, taking a long swig like he needs it—like he needs something to fill the space he’s refusing to.
he still won’t look at you.
“don’t understand what, hee?” your voice comes out softer this time, barely above a whisper.
not because you feel bad, but because you want him to say it.
you want him to finally tell you what’s been sitting in his chest all day, what’s been pulling his shoulders tight, what’s been making him act like this instead of just giving in to you like he always does.
and maybe—just a little—you want him to feel bad too.
for making you sound like this.
“i’m going to sound stupid,” he says with a sigh. he rubs his hands down his face in distress, fingers pressing harder than they need to like he’s trying to push the feeling out of himself.
you bite back a sigh of your own.
it’s frustrating, in a way you don’t want to admit out loud. you wish he could just say it without all of this buildup, without making it feel heavier than it needs to be.
“you won’t. just tell me,” you say, softer now, coaxing. you tilt your head just slightly, trying to catch his eyes again, trying to pull him back into something familiar.
he does look at you, but it’s wrong.
"i want to know," you press a little harder.
his gaze feels… empty. not soft, not warm, not melting into you the way it usually does. it lands on you, but it doesn’t hold you.
“why didn’t you respond to me at all today? my texts.”
your lips part slightly, and for a second, you almost laugh. is this really about that?
“i just forgot, baby,” you whine, dragging the word out like it should smooth everything over, like it always does. you shift your weight, watching him move to stand across from you, leaning against the counter like he needs the support.
“that’s not true, yn,” he says, voice quiet—too quiet. “don’t lie to me. please?” his eyes look sad.
you exhale out of slight frustration at the sight.
“then why didn’t you text me again, sohee?” you shoot back, your tone still sweet, still careful, but there’s something sharper tucked underneath it now. “why didn’t you call me if it bothered you that much?”
you widen your eyes just slightly, like you’re confused. like you’re trying to understand him.
like you’re the one being reasonable.
“why is it my fault?” sohee says, his voice tired in a way you’ve never heard before.
you frown immediately, the expression coming easily.
his words land heavier than you expect. they sting—just enough to make you want to push back.
“and who was that guy?” he adds, his voice stronger now. not loud, not yet—but firmer. steadier. like he’s finally holding onto something.
“don’t you trust me, sohee?” you plead, your voice softening again instantly, like a reflex. you step a little closer, your brows pulling together, your lips pressing into that pout you know he hates resisting.
you’ve never seen him this upset before.
it makes something in your chest twist.
he scoffs, and it makes your stomach drop.
“who was he, yn?” he presses, his voice cutting through yours. “you aren’t answering my question.”
“he’s just a friend! a friend from high school,” you explain quickly, like that should be enough. like that should end it.
“does that make it better?” he shoots back immediately. “do you think that makes me feel better?”
you blink at him.
he doesn’t usually talk like this.
“sohee, i like you,” you insist, the words coming out a little more desperate than you intend. you don’t know what to do with him like this—standing there, not folding, not softening, not reaching for you.
just pushing.
“you go out and have fun with your friends, okay, you should,” he says, his voice uneven now, like it’s starting to crack under the weight of everything he’s been holding in. “i don’t have a problem with that. at least let me know when there’s going to be guys present, is that okay for me to ask?”
you nod quickly, your pout deepening, your expression softening like you’re trying to meet him halfway. like you’re trying.
“and then you didn’t text me back today,” he continues, his voice rising just a little, frustration slipping through now. “how… how am i supposed to be okay, yn? i… i felt so stupid when i went to pick you up last night. i felt so small watching another guy with his arm around you!”
the words hang in the air.
and for a second—just a second—you see it.
how much it actually got to him.
how much it hurt.
your chest tightens.
but instead of sitting in it, instead of letting it settle, you push back.
“you’re overreacting,” you say, the words slipping out more bluntly than before. “it wasn’t even like that, sohee.”
his expression changes immediately.
something in his face drops.
“overreacting?” he repeats, almost incredulous.
“yes,” you press, stepping forward now, like closing the distance will give you control again. “he had his arm around me, so what? i went to you right after, as soon as i saw you.”
you gesture vaguely, like it’s obvious. like he should’ve understood that without needing it spelled out.
“after,” he echoes, and there’s a sharpness in his voice now that makes your stomach twist again. “after you stayed there.”
you hesitate, just for a second, but it’s enough.
“you did,” he says, nodding to himself like he’s confirming it. “you stayed there. you didn’t even—” he cuts himself off, exhaling sharply, running a hand through his hair.
he looks frustrated. overwhelmed.
“i didn’t think it was a big deal,” you say quickly, your tone softening again, trying to reel it back in. “i didn’t think you’d get this upset over something so small.”
“small?” he laughs, but there’s no humor in it. “you think that was small?”
you feel something defensive rise up in your chest.
“i think if you were more confident, it wouldn’t matter this much,” you say before you can stop yourself.
the second the words leave your mouth, you see it.
the way they land.
it’s subtle, but it’s there, like something inside him cracks.
“wow,” he breathes out, shaking his head slightly. “so now it’s because i’m not confident enough?”
you open your mouth, scrambling.
“that’s not what i meant—”
“then what did you mean, yn?” he cuts you off, his voice louder now, finally breaking past that careful restraint he always keeps. “because that’s exactly what it sounds like.”
you take a step back without realizing it.
he’s never raised his voice at you before.
“i just—i don’t understand why you’re making this such a big deal,” you say, your voice quieter now, but still pushing. “you’re acting like i did something wrong.”
his laugh this time is sharper.
“you did!” he says. and that makes your chest tighten.
“i didn’t cheat on you,” you snap, your tone defensive now, your arms crossing over your chest. “you’re acting like i did something terrible.”
“i didn’t say you cheated,” he fires back immediately. “but you don’t get to decide what hurts me and what doesn’t.”
the words hit harder than you expect.
and for a second, you don’t know what to say.
he exhales again, shaking his head like he’s done. like he’s tired.
“i just… i don’t like how you handled it,” he mutters. “and then you ignored me all day like it didn’t even matter.”
“i didn’t ignore you on purpose,” you argue. you know it won't sound true now.
he doesn’t respond. he just looks at you, and it’s worse than him yelling.
it’s quiet and final.
he pushes himself off the counter suddenly, the movement abrupt enough to make you flinch. without another word, he turns, walking out of the kitchen.
your stomach drops.
“sohee?” you call after him, your voice following as you trail behind him into the living room.
he doesn’t stop.
he walks past the couch, past the coffee table, straight toward the front door.
your chest tightens, panic starting to creep in now, sharp and unfamiliar.
this isn’t how this goes. he’s supposed to soften by now. he’s supposed to let you pull him back, let you wrap around him, let you fix it the way you always do.
he’s not supposed to leave.
“sohee, wait—” you say, your voice higher now, more urgent as you stop in the middle of the living room, watching his back.
he reaches the door. his hand wraps around the doorknob, and that’s when it really hits you.
you might not be able to stop him this time. sohee hears your footsteps retreat to the couch.
his grip tightens on the handle.
once you sit on the couch, your eyes are glued on his back. for a second, you think he’s going to open it. the panic in your chest spikes. you slip the collar of your off shoulder sweater as far as it'll go in an attempt to appeal to him physically.
“sohee…” you say again, softer this time, not as calculated, not as sure.
just enough to try and pull him back—before he decides to let go of you instead.
"you're not really going to leave me, are you?"
the fragility in your voice does it.
he turns and for a second, sohee thinks he forgets how to breathe.
you're curled into yourself just enough, sweater slipping off your shoulder, eyes glassy—tears clinging to your lashes like they might fall at any second. your lips are parted, trembling just slightly, like you’re trying to hold yourself together.
it doesn’t even cross his mind that you never look like this.
that you’re letting him see something you don’t show anyone.
he’s already moving.
crossing the room before he can think twice about it, before he can hold onto the frustration sitting in his chest. it melts too quickly, too easily, the second he’s in front of you again.
his hands come up to your face without hesitation, cupping your cheeks so gently it almost hurts.
“no, baby,” he breathes, voice breaking as he leans down closer to you. “i’m sorry. i was wrong, i’m so sorry, my pretty.”
the words tumble out of him, messy, rushed, like he’s scared you’ll pull away if he doesn’t say them fast enough.
“i'm really sorry, yn,” he repeats, softer now, his thumbs brushing just under your eyes, careful of the tears that did fall. “thank you for giving me a chance.”
his lips press together into a small pout, mirroring yours without him even realizing it, his eyes searching your face like he’s waiting for permission to breathe again.
you let the silence stretch just long enough, just long enough for him to feel it.
“i forgive you,” you mumble, voice quiet, fragile. your hand lifts slowly, resting over one of his where it holds your face. your fingers curl slightly, holding him there.
you tilt your head just a little, your gaze flickering down to his lips before coming back up.
“kiss?” you whisper. “i’ve missed you so much.”
he nods immediately—too fast, almost frantic, sitting down beside you.
and then he’s leaning in.
your lips meet softly at first, barely there, like he’s testing it. like he’s still unsure if he’s allowed.
you don’t give him time to overthink.
your fingers tighten around his wrist, pulling him closer, deepening it just enough to make him falter for a second against you. his breath catches, lips parting instinctively as he follows your lead.
he kisses you like he always does—careful, a little unsure—but there’s something else underneath it now. something more desperate. like he’s trying to make up for something he thinks he almost lost.
his hands slide from your face, hesitating only for a second before settling at your waist, fingers pressing lightly into the fabric of your sweater like he needs to make sure you’re still there.
you can feel the way he’s holding back, the way he always does.
so you push, just a little.
your hand slides up his arm, slow, deliberate, until it reaches his shoulder, pulling him closer into you. your lips move against his more confidently, guiding him, letting him follow the rhythm you set.
he makes a soft sound—barely there—but it’s enough.
his grip on you tightens just slightly, his body leaning into yours more fully now, like he’s giving in.
like he always does.
you can feel how careful he’s trying to be, how much he’s thinking even now, even like this.
it almost makes you feel bad but instead, you kiss him a little deeper to see how far he’ll go.
your hand trails lightly along the inner seam of his sweatpants, dragging higher as you kiss him harder. when he sighs softly under your touch, you slip your tongue into his mouth. you press a little firmer against his growing bulge and he groans into the kiss, your tongues twisting together messily.
“is this ok?” he asks, which you find silly considering you’re the one touching him.
you nod against his face, continuing your ministrations.
sohee finally slips his hands beneath your sweater, timidly settling them on your waist. his thumbs rub against the skin of your ribs just beneath your chest, hesitant at first, like he’s still asking for permission without saying it out loud.
you take the hand that isn’t palming him and guide it higher until it cups your bare chest.
you groan softly when his thumb flicks over your nipple, and the sound seems to go straight through him. his hips press instinctively into your hand, slow and needy.
“you’re so soft,” sohee whimpers against your mouth.
you let out a breathy little laugh at that.
“you’re so hard.”
when you pull away, sohee follows immediately, chasing your lips before he can stop himself. his eyes are blown out now, dark and glassy, his cheeks already flushed pink. his lips are wet from your shared spit, swollen from kissing you, and the look in his eyes makes something warm curl low in your stomach.
you want to ruin him a little more.
it’s cute, honestly, how easy it is to get him like this.
“how far do you want to go today, hee?”
sohee blinks at you, like the question dragged him back into his body.
“i’ll take however much you give me,” he says finally.
the answer catches you off guard.
you don’t want to admit it, but after earlier, you need him closer than ever. maybe sohee feels the same way. maybe that’s why his hands keep tightening on you like he’s afraid you’ll slip away if he loosens them.
the thought of him at the door still lingers unpleasantly in your chest.
you stand from the couch first, reaching for him.
the air between you has changed. quieter now. heavier. unspoken.
but you suddenly feel the need to be intentional with him.
sohee takes your hand carefully, almost delicately, and follows you toward your room without a word. his eyes linger on the soft sway of your hair as you walk in front of him, on the sliver of bare shoulder peeking out from your sweater.
he wants to kiss it.
he wants to bury his face in the crook of your neck where your perfume always settles.
the second you step into your room, you hook your fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants and tug him closer. you give him one quick kiss before your hands wander beneath his shirt, palms gliding slowly over warm skin.
sohee just stands there, watching you carefully, waiting for direction.
he doesn’t want to mess this up.
you pull his shirt over his head, tossing it aside carelessly before pressing your palm against his chest.
with a small push, you guide him down until he’s sitting on the edge of your bed.
you keep eye contact with him as you slip your shorts down your legs, followed by your panties.
sohee watches every movement like he’s scared to blink and miss something.
when you settle yourself over his lap, straddling him slowly, a shaky breath leaves his mouth the second he feels your bare heat against the bulge in his pants.
“kiss me,” you say quietly, your hands resting on his shoulders.
his skin feels warm beneath your palms. you want more of it against yours.
sohee obeys immediately, bringing his lips to yours almost too quickly. his kisses are messy now, rushed in a way they weren’t before, like he can’t think straight anymore. your hands roam over his shoulders and down his back while he kisses you harder than usual, trying to keep up with you.
“yn,” he whimpers suddenly, hips bucking up into you.
the movement pulls a soft sound from your own throat. you slide your fingers into his thick hair, scratching lightly against his scalp as he shudders beneath you.
sohee’s hands find your bare hips and stay there, gripping carefully but firmly enough to keep you pressed against him.
he lets you take control again.
he follows your lead in the kiss so obediently that when you suck softly on his tongue, he makes a broken little sound into your mouth like he might actually fall apart from it.
“i need you,” he pleads quietly once you finally pull back, his forehead falling against yours. his voice sounds wrecked already. “please?”
instead of answering him, you reach down between your bodies and pull his cock free from his sweatpants.
sohee whines immediately at the touch, his body twitching beneath you. he looks overwhelmed already, flushed and throbbing in your hand, his lips parted as he tries to steady his breathing.
he looks like he might cry.
and something about that makes your stomach twist pleasantly.
“are you sure, sohee?”
you lift yourself slightly onto your knees, giving him room to kick his sweatpants down and off completely. the fabric falls forgotten onto the floor while his chest rises and falls unevenly, still breathless from kissing you.
meanwhile, you look almost perfectly composed above him.
the contrast makes him dizzy.
you both understand the weight of continuing this. you both want it. but underneath everything else, somewhere buried beneath the lingering tension from earlier, a quieter feeling settles in your chest. some small part of you still feels guilty for the way this happened—for the way he apologized first, for the way you pulled him back to you so easily. you want him to be sure.
you want this to come from love, not panic.
sohee nods quickly, eyes glossy as he looks up at you.
“yes, please, yn,” he says softly. then, quieter: “can i make you feel good first?”
you can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips.
he’s sweet for asking.
“i would love that, hee,” you coo softly, leaning down to place a quick kiss against the tip of his nose before pulling your sweater over your head.
the second the fabric leaves your body, sohee twitches beneath you again.
his eyes drag over you helplessly, like he doesn’t know where to look first. you can see the way his throat moves when he swallows, his hands flexing at your waist before he carefully guides you backward onto the bed until your head sinks into the pillows.
he follows immediately.
one of his hands comes up to cup your chest again, warm and careful against your skin. the touch pulls a quiet moan from your lips, your back arching slightly into his palm.
sohee looks almost dazed hearing the sound.
he leans down to kiss you again, slower this time. then your jaw. then just beneath your ear.
his lips trail lower and lower until he reaches your chest.
sohee likes taking his time with you. he’s made that very clear in the past.
he treats your body like something precious, something he wants to memorize properly. when he decides he’s given enough attention to one side of your chest, he makes sure to give the other the exact same amount.
it’s incredible how much self restraint he has for someone sitting between your thighs with such a painfully obvious erection.
“so soft,” sohee murmurs against your skin, echoing what he said earlier like he still can’t get over it.
you slide your hand over his where it rests on your breast, lacing your fingers with his loosely.
“all for you, baby,” you breathe out.
the words hit him instantly.
sohee moans softly against your chest, the sound muffled against your skin as he sucks especially hard at your nipple before soothing over it with his tongue. the reaction he gets from you only encourages him more.
his kisses continue downward afterward, slower now, lingering against the softness of your stomach and along your abdomen like he’s trying to worship every inch of you on the way down.
when sohee’s breath fans against your heat, it’s enough to make your head spin.
he presses a few wet kisses to your center first, slow and lingering, before pushing his tongue inside as far as he can. your hand immediately flies to his hair with a broken whine, fingers tightening instinctively in the soft strands.
sohee loves doing this for you.
he loves being able to pull reactions out of you like this, watching your body respond to something only he can give you. he loves the feeling of your hands in his hair, the sounds that fall out of your mouth without you meaning to make them. he loves watching your body slowly loosen beneath him, your chest rising harder and harder all because of him.
so he keeps going.
he laps at your core eagerly, still a little messy with it, still learning, but so determined to make you feel good that it almost drives you crazier than someone experienced ever could.
your chest jolts suddenly before your thighs tighten around his head.
sohee’s still somewhat new to this, and because of that, he always tries everything he can think of until you come apart for him.
his chin is already wet with you, but he couldn’t care less.
if anything, he likes it.
when your whimpers start turning into desperate little repetitions of his name, sohee brings one of his hands up between your thighs, rubbing careful circles over your clit while he keeps his mouth on you.
“sohee,” you gasp, tugging harder at his hair.
he glances up at you at the sound, eyes dark and blown wide already, and for a second he genuinely can’t believe how pretty you are like this.
completely undone for him.
“i know, baby,” he murmurs against you.
the vibration of his voice sends you over the edge.
your body tenses immediately before melting all at once, your back arching as a soft cry leaves your throat. sohee keeps going through it, taking everything you give him eagerly until you’re squirming and whining for him to come back up to you.
when he finally kisses you again, you can still taste yourself on his tongue, and it makes your head spin.
you feel sohee hot and hard against your stomach. he lets out a shaky whine when you wrap your hand around him, his head tipping back before he shakes it almost violently, like the feeling is already too much.
“i need you right now, yn,” sohee pleads. it almost sounds like he’s going to cry.
you feel the same desperate pull toward him. he’s panting against your face, breath warm and uneven while you try to gather your thoughts long enough to be reasonable. you’re still sorry for earlier, even if you hate admitting it to yourself, and you don’t want this to just be the two of you getting swept up in the moment.
“sohee.”
the seriousness in your voice makes him stop grinding helplessly against your leg.
his eyes lock onto yours immediately, and you can almost see the haze lift from them a little.
the look on his face makes something ache inside your chest.
“i’m really sorry about earlier,” you whisper. “and last night.”
you pause, your throat tightening as tears begin pooling in your eyes.
“i know i was wrong.”
“yn—”
you shake your head before he can stop you.
“i want you to be sure,” you continue softly. “that you really want this, and really want me. you deserve so much and you’re such a sweet boy and sometimes i think—”
“yn, i want you. i really do.”
his voice is immediate this time.
certain.
he brushes the hair away from your face carefully before leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, lingering there for a second.
he means it.
sohee isn’t stupid.
he knows how much you’ve slowed your usual pace down for him. he knows how lucky he is that you gave him a chance in the first place. he knows you could’ve gotten bored of him months ago and found someone easier, someone smoother, someone who already knew what they were doing.
but you stayed.
and he knows you well enough by now to understand something else too—that part of the reason he always gives in to you so easily is because of how happy it makes you. he likes seeing you get your way. he likes indulging you.
because to him, you’re precious.
adorable. sweet. beautiful.
and kind, even when you don’t think you are.
otherwise, you wouldn’t be crying right now over wanting to make sure he was really ready for this.
“you don’t need to apologize for anything, baby,” he murmurs softly. “i’m ready and i want this. i want you.”
the words finally force the tears from your eyes, and sohee smiles immediately when he sees them, kissing them away one by one before they can fall any further down your cheeks.
you let out a shaky breath and nod at him slowly.
“do you want me to be on top?” you ask quietly, looking him directly in the eye.
sohee shakes his head almost immediately. “no, you don’t have to.”
“ok,” you murmur back, bringing your thumb up to trace along his bottom lip.
his mouth parts slightly beneath the touch.
then sohee shifts between your legs, sitting back on his knees.
you stare at him for a second.
his cheeks are pink, hair messy from your hands, lips swollen from kissing you. he looks nervous and overwhelmed and impossibly pretty all at once.
“you’re so pretty,” you coo softly.
“i was gonna say the same thing,” he laughs shyly before clearing his throat, suddenly looking embarrassed again.
“do you have any, um…”
“condoms? no,” you finish for him.
sohee’s eyes widen immediately at your answer.
“i’m on the pill, hee. it’s okay,” you reassure him softly. “and besides… i want to feel you for our first time.”
his breathing deepens noticeably at your words.
you can practically see the thought go through his head.
our first time.
sohee nods slowly, trying to hold himself together.
you reach up and pull him down gently by his shoulders until he’s hovering over you again. with one hand, you wrap around him carefully and guide him between your thighs, tapping the tip of him against your folds.
sohee’s entire body tenses.
he fights the urge to hide his face in the crook of your neck out of pure embarrassment, but he wants to see you. he wants to watch your face when he enters you.
his breath catches just from the feeling of you against him. he’s not even sure he’ll survive long enough to make it all the way inside without losing his mind.
his chest presses against yours as you guide him toward your entrance. one of his hands braces carefully beside your shoulder while he slowly eases more of himself into you.
the pressure of him finally pushing inside makes your body clench around him immediately.
“sohee,” you cry softly, your back arching despite how close your bodies already are. the sound nearly destroys him.
sohee lets out a broken moan, head falling forward as he pants against your skin.
“you’re so soft inside too, baby,” he whispers shakily. “just let me stay here for a second.”
“ok, hee. take your time,” you whisper back, wrapping your arms loosely around his shoulders.
he tries to gather some kind of composure, but it feels almost impossible with his hips fully pressed against yours like this.
you whine softly when he finally pulls back just enough to push into you again.
“so warm and so tight,” he pants against your skin, eyes squeezing shut for a second from how good you feel.
you guide one of his hands up to your chest and another moan leaves him immediately.
“you feel so good,” you say weakly.
every time sohee draws his hips back, little sounds keep slipping out of your mouth that only push him closer and closer to the edge. the pace he settles into has sweat beginning to gather at his temples, but he refuses to slow down. he doesn’t want to stop.
sohee thinks he could stay like this forever. watching your eyes glaze over because of him does something dangerous to his ego, makes a new kind of confidence bloom in his chest that he didn’t know he had before. and being this close to you—connected to you like this—makes something warm ache inside him.
“i needed this,” you breathe against his ear.
sohee whimpers softly at your words.
“i needed to feel you. i needed you close to me,” you continue, your voice breaking apart between breaths. “you feel so deep, hee…”
the praise makes his head spin.
sohee pushes himself up slightly so he can look at you properly. you look beautiful beneath him right now, flushed and emotional and completely wrapped around him, and he hopes desperately he’s making you feel even half as good as you’re making him feel.
“i love you, yn,” sohee confesses suddenly.
the words slip out before he can stop them.
his thrusts turn sloppy immediately afterward, his body betraying how close he is, but he stills for a second once the confession leaves his mouth like he’s waiting for your reaction. you let out a shaky cry at his words, fresh tears gathering in your eyes almost instantly.
“i love you, sohee.”
his expression softens so much it nearly hurts to look at.
he leans down to kiss you again, and when his hips start moving once more, you can feel how little control he has left. he’s trying so hard to drag the moment out anyway, trying to stay close to you for as long as he can.
when he finally mumbles against your lips that he’s close, you wrap your legs tighter around his waist to keep him there.
with one last broken moan, sohee comes apart completely. you release at the same time, your walls clenching around him and milking him completely dry.
afterward, he stays above you for a few quiet seconds, both of you trying to catch your breath.
then he slowly pulls away and settles beside you against the pillows.
“i love you, yn,” he repeats softly, turning onto his side to look at you.
there’s nothing in his gaze except pure endearment.
it almost makes you want to hide beneath the covers.
“i love you too, sohee,” you smile back weakly. after a second, your expression softens further. “thank you for staying,” you whisper.
sohee’s face immediately twists into something guilty and tender all at once.
“thank you for everything,” he says quietly. then, after a pause: “i know i’m still learning, and that it’s annoying sometimes. i just want to do this right.”
his earnestness is one of your favorite things about him.
it makes loving him feel easy.
“i’d do anything for you, hee.”
sohee pulls you into his arms immediately, tucking you against his chest carefully.
after a moment, he presses a kiss into your hair.
“i’ll change your sheets later,” he whispers.
“clean freak,” you mumble sleepily against him, already feeling yourself start to drift.
there is nothing sexier than being on your knees, sucking sungchan off, and feeling yourself get soaked. i actually think giving him head would be more of a pleasure for you than him...something about pleasing him is the best pleasure you can feel. 🤤 #pathetic
contains : potential baby daddy sungchan, heavy breeding kink, pregnancy fantasy, creampie, size kink, possessive sungchan, praise, multiple rounds, soft dom sungchan, consensual and very loving
word count : 1,102
notes : someone mentioned baby daddy jinsu… i caved in!!!!!!!
sungchan had you pinned to the mattress, his tall broad body completely covering yours as he fucked you deep and slow. his big hands held your thighs open wide, hips rolling in that steady rhythm that always made your eyes roll back. sweat glistened on his chest, dark hair messy from how hard you had been pulling it.
“fuck, look at you,” he groaned, voice low and raspy. “taking my cock so well like always. such a good girl for daddy.”
you whimpered underneath him, nails digging into his shoulders as he hit that perfect spot over and over. sungchan leaned down and kissed you messy, tongue sliding against yours before he pulled back just enough to look at you with those dark hungry eyes.
“you know what i keep thinking about lately?” he whispered, thrusting harder, making the bed creak. “i keep imagining you pregnant with my baby. your belly all round and pretty, tits full and heavy… walking around our apartment in one of my shirts because nothing else fits anymore.”
you moaned louder at his words, clenching around him. sungchan smirked, clearly pleased.
“yeah? you like that thought too?” he pressed one big hand to your lower stomach, right where he was deepest. “right here. i want to fill you up until you are carrying my kid. maybe even twins. imagine how cute you would look holding our baby while i rub your swollen belly.”
his thrusts got deeper, more purposeful, like he was trying to reach your womb. you were a mess underneath him, crying, shaking, babbling his name as he kept talking.
“you would be the best mommy,” he murmured, kissing your neck, then your chest, sucking on your nipples like he was already imagining them leaking. “so soft and sweet, rocking our little one to sleep while i watch. then at night i would lay you down and fuck another baby into you because i cannot get enough of you like that.”
“sungchan— please—” you sobbed, legs wrapping tighter around his waist.
he groaned and sped up, pounding into you harder. “gonna cum so deep inside you tonight, baby. gonna pump you full until it sticks. you want that? want daddy to breed you and make you all swollen with my kids?”
“yes— yes please— i want it,” you cried, tears slipping down your cheeks from how intense it felt. “want your babies… want to be full of you—”
that broke him. sungchan growled and buried himself to the hilt, cumming hard with a long moan. you felt every hot pulse as he filled you up, so much that it started leaking out around his cock. he stayed deep inside, grinding slow to push it further in, like he was making sure it took.
but he was not done. he flipped you over onto your stomach, pulled your hips up and slid back in with a wet sound, fucking his cum even deeper.
“one is not enough,” he panted, voice hoarse. “need to give you more. imagine you holding our baby in your arms, all pretty and tired, and i come home and breed you again while the little one naps. you would look so fucking beautiful like that.”
you came again with a broken scream, clenching around him so tight he groaned loudly. sungchan followed right after, filling you for the second time, hips stuttering as he emptied everything he had.
afterwards he collapsed beside you and immediately pulled you into his arms, big hand gently rubbing your tummy like you were already pregnant. he kissed your forehead, your cheeks, your lips, all soft and loving now that the heat had settled a little.
“i mean it, you know,” he whispered against your hair, voice gentle. “i think about it all the time. you holding our kids. our family. you being the mommy to my babies. it makes me so fucking crazy for you.”
you nuzzled into his chest, still trembling and full of his cum. “i want it too… want to have your babies, sungchan.”
he smiled that big bright sungchan smile and hugged you tighter, one hand still protectively on your stomach.
“good girl,” he murmured, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder. “then let me keep filling you up every night until it happens. daddy is going to take such good care of you and our little ones.”
you hummed happily, already drifting off in his arms while sungchan kept rubbing your tummy and whispering all the sweet filthy dreams he had about your future together.
a/n: first time posting something like this, it was so hard to find the perfect videos for this i’ll definitely make a part 2 and i might make one for sohee as well!
contains : heavy marijuana use, getting high together, soft dom sohee, guided intimacy, size kink (tall sohee), praise, fingering, oral, overstimulation, consensual and very loving
word count : 1,038
note : stoner sohee is back everyone.
the dorm room was dark except for the purple led lights sohee liked to keep on. you were already melted into his bed, limbs heavy and head spinning in the best way after three big hits from the joint. everything felt warm and fuzzy, like you were floating on a soft pink cloud. sohee sat cross-legged beside you, still holding the joint between his long fingers, watching you with that gentle little smile.
“how you feeling, baby?” he asked softly, voice low and soothing. he brushed some hair out of your face, thumb stroking your cheek. “you look so gone right now. cute.”
you giggled, the sound slow and dreamy. “so high… everything is spinning… sohee, i feel floaty.”
he chuckled and took one last hit before setting the joint in the ashtray. “good. that is what i wanted. just relax, okay? i am going to take care of you tonight.”
he laid down next to you and pulled your smaller body against his tall frame, spooning you from behind. his arm wrapped around your waist, hand slipping under your soft oversized t-shirt to rub slow circles on your tummy. every touch felt electric because of how high you were. even the fabric of your panties brushing your skin made you whimper quietly.
“shhh, i got you,” sohee whispered against your ear, lips brushing the shell. “you are safe with me. just let me guide you, yeah?”
you nodded, head lolling back against his shoulder. he kissed your neck slowly while his hand traveled lower, sliding into your panties. his long fingers found you already soaked and he hummed happily.
“so wet already, baby. being high makes you extra sensitive, huh?” he pressed one finger inside you gently, then two, curling them just right. “feel that? nice and slow. tell me what feels good.”
you moaned softly, hips twitching. everything was amplified. his breath on your neck, the warmth of his chest against your back, the way his fingers stretched you so perfectly. he kept the pace steady, whispering praises the whole time.
“that is it… you are doing so well. just breathe and feel me. my pretty girl looks so cute when she is this high and needy.”
he turned you onto your back carefully, hovering over you with that soft caring look in his eyes. he pulled your panties down and settled between your legs, kissing down your tummy until his mouth reached where you needed him most. the first lick made you cry out, the sensation so intense you grabbed his hair.
“easy, baby,” he murmured, tongue circling your clit slowly. “i will guide you through it. just let go. i want to make you feel really good.”
sohee ate you out like he had all the time in the world, long tongue licking broad stripes, then focusing on your clit with gentle sucks. every time you got too loud he would hum against you, the vibration sending sparks through your hazy body. his hands held your thighs open, thumbs stroking the soft skin while he guided you closer and closer.
“you taste so sweet when you are high,” he whispered between licks. “come on, baby. cum for me. i know you are close.”
you fell apart with a broken moan, thighs shaking around his head. he kept licking you through it, gentle but firm, until you were whimpering from the overstimulation. only then did he pull back, lips shiny, and crawl up to kiss you deeply. you could taste yourself on his tongue and it made you dizzy all over again.
“good girl,” he praised, voice husky. he freed himself from his sweatpants and rubbed his cock against your soaked folds. “you want more? want me inside while you are still floating?”
“yes… please sohee,” you breathed, reaching for him.
he pushed in slowly, inch by inch, groaning at how tight and warm you felt. once he bottomed out he stayed there for a moment, forehead pressed to yours. “feel how full you are? that is me taking care of you.”
he started moving in long, deep strokes, guiding your legs around his waist so he could hit that perfect spot every time. one hand stayed on your cheek, thumb stroking your skin while he watched your face with heavy-lidded eyes.
“look at me, baby. stay with me. feel every thrust. you are so pretty when you are this high and taking me so well.”
your second orgasm hit even harder, waves of pleasure rolling through your floaty body. sohee followed right after, burying himself deep and moaning your name softly as he filled you up. he stayed inside you, rolling onto his side and pulling you on top of him so you could rest against his chest.
the high was still strong, making everything soft and dreamy. sohee grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around both of you, his long arms holding you close while he stroked your back.
“how do you feel now?” he asked, pressing lazy kisses to your forehead.
“warm… safe… love you,” you mumbled, nuzzling into his neck.
he smiled that bright sohee smile and hugged you tighter. “i love you too. my cute high baby. next time we get high i will guide you even slower… make it last for hours.”
you hummed happily, already drifting in his arms, completely safe and satisfied while sohee kept rubbing your back and whispering sweet things until the clouds in your head felt like the softest place in the world.
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